Cities: Start from Controlling Destiny

"[Ding: Congratulations to villager No. 00101, who has completed the achievement of accumulating 10000 points and has become a level 1 villager. Hereby, a broadcast announcement in the village]"

Seeing his name suddenly appearing in the center of the screen, it was particularly eye-catching, surrounded by golden light, and Ma Guangzong suddenly felt like he was honoring his ancestors.

Being promoted to level 1 villager status means that he can exchange for 1 tree hole wish.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is equivalent to indirectly having a chance to bring the dead back to life, which is comparable to the wish of Aladdin's magic lamp.

No matter how much his assets have skyrocketed before, he still worries about gains and losses every day. After all, when a person closes his eyes, money and rights are all external objects, and he does not bring them with him when he is born, and he does not take them with him when he dies.

But now, with the accumulation of points, the fullness and satisfaction in his heart began to be filled, and an indescribable sense of steadfastness emerged spontaneously.

"San Shun, come here."

Ma Guangzong dialed his grandson's phone number. In addition to the improvement of the status of the villagers, their previous investment in the gold wheel has now come to harvest.

As long as you invest another 3000 points, the winning rate will reach 100%, and you can choose a gift at that time.

After entering the room, Grandpa had a quiet expression on his face. Compared with the ups and downs of emotions in the past few days, it was indeed a bit abnormal.

Ma Sanshun couldn't guess why his grandfather called him here, so he asked,

"Grandpa, what's the matter?"

"San Shun, grandpa asks you, what do you think about your son?" Ma Guangzong asked in a calm tone without opening his eyes.

"Children? Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?"

Ma Sanshun was a little surprised, "Didn't the three of us discuss it with my father before?"

"The wish of the tree hole is very rare, and one is used less than one. For the future of the Ma family, one should be cautious, so even if you get it, you should keep it for future troubles."

Hearing that his grandson put the overall situation first, Mr. Ma was quite pleased, so he opened his eyes and said with a slight smile,
"As expected of my grandson Ma Guangzong, your idea is correct."

"But I called you here today to tell you that our Ma family has already saved two tree-hole wishes."

Ma Sanshun was taken aback, with an expression of disbelief on his face, "Two?"

"Grandpa, why did two pop out suddenly?"

Ma Guangzong's old face showed a somewhat smug expression, "You heard me right."

"One is the exchange qualification brought by being promoted to a level 1 villager, and the other is the 100% winning rate that the golden wheel has accumulated. We can choose tree hole wishes as prizes."

Now Ma Sanshun understood, but hesitated a bit,
"Grandpa, my dad's rhinitis has been tormenting for many days, especially now that the weather has changed, and it's getting worse. If you don't wish to cure my dad's rhinitis first."

Ma Guangzong shook his head in relief, "Your father also came from a poor life. As long as the suffering has not involved his life, he can bear it."

After a pause, he said earnestly, "Besides, this is what your father meant. The Ma family cannot have no descendants, and the prosperity of the Ma family in the future depends on you."

"do you know?"

For some reason, as he spoke, Ma Guangzong was a little teary-eyed, and even his voice was a little hoarse.

Ma Sanshun was naturally affected by his grandfather's earnest words, so he answered with sobs,

"Grandpa, I know."

"it is good."

Ma Guangzong reached out and touched his grandson's head, "Then grandpa is in charge."

So far, Ma Guangzong has completely recognized and believed in his identity as a villager in Heishhou Village. In fact, he was still a little hesitant when he called his grandson to come.

Because a new task was issued in the task pool, the Qianjin Gate was mentioned above.

Before the Ma family got rich, he had never heard of this Qianjin family. After the business gradually grew, he gradually came into contact with some martial arts families.

After all, these people come and go without a trace, and it is easy to assassinate an ordinary person. Therefore, he had no choice but to rely on another ancient sect, Daojimen, to find protection.

To put it bluntly, it is to pay protection fees.

Because of these long-standing martial arts families, after he gradually got to know them, he was able to accept the mysterious existence of the Black Hand Village all at once.

But in the morning, he suddenly received inside information that the bodies of two disciples of the Qianjin Sect appeared on the mountain behind the sheep's womb. At the same time, the village chief issued a mission to protect another person from the Qianjin Sect.

It was obvious that the village head wanted to challenge them, but since the Qianjin Sect was the most powerful sect in Yuebei, it seemed a little unwise for the village head to do so.

But just now, Ma Guangzong stood up completely, whether it was to rescue himself from the gate of hell, or to follow up the Ma family, the ability of the village chief was far above that of the Qianjin gate.

In a simple comparison, although he was a little worried, he still decided to do his best to assist the village chief.

Hope, all is well!

There was a bit of worry in his eyes.

At this time, Yinlong Panshan, dozens of kilometers away, had waves of people appearing like never before, and the scene was mighty and dusty,

And the most astonishing thing is that these people are all in good shape. On such a steep and winding mountain, they walk on the ground as if they were flat, and they don't have the slightest expression of panting and blushing. With a clear eye, they all know that these people are not simple.

The Qianjin Gate, [Decree] assemble at the gate!
This is the second time since the establishment of the sect, the first time was because the first master died at the end of his life, and all the disciples returned home urgently to express their condolences.

But this time, everyone knew that it was because the senior brother and another disciple were killed in the secular world.

The disciples of the Qianjin Sect were distributed in various areas of Yuebei, and the number reached a thousand. At this time, without exception, they all flocked to the Yinlong Pan Mountain.

"Uncle Luan, all the disciples of Qinglong Hall have assembled."

A man in a gray shirt clasped his fists and shouted, his voice was loud and powerful, he had a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his whole body was as strong as an iron plate, giving people a feeling of being as solid as a rock.

"Uncle Luan, all the disciples of Baihutang have assembled."

As soon as the words fell, another man next to him shouted. Compared with the man in Qinglong Hall, his figure was more graceful, his arms were slender, and his suave cheeks showed a tough expression.

…………

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There were more than a dozen church meetings, which were reported one after another.

"very good!"

Uncle Luan walked like a tiger, took a few steps forward, and said straight to the point without any extra nonsense,

"Today, I summoned everyone here with the [Decree], so I must already know something in my heart?"

"That's right, there's nothing to cover up, it's that our sect's elder brother Xiao Zheng, and another disciple from our sect were killed in the mountain behind the womb."

"This is a disgrace to our sect!"