What a lucky world!

Chapter 5 Making money is a serious matter!

Ninety-ninth place, Zhao Shanhe, wins!
No. 98, Chen Haonan, wins!
No. 97, Jiang Tiansheng, wins!
No. 96, Jiang Tianyang, wins!
Zhang Mu was unstoppable all the way, winning battle after battle. It was just as he expected. Every time he moved up one place in the ranking, a ray of colorful aura would appear in his body, making his innate martial luck even stronger.

However, when Zhang Mu was about to continue challenging the 95th place, an accident happened!
Unable to continue to initiate challenges!

The black word "war" no longer appears!

"Anti-addiction?"

Zhang Mu was stunned for a moment, and then he discovered another change on the Tianji List.

At the bottom of the Tianji List, there was originally a picture of a flowing river. Zhang Mu remembered that the river was full at the beginning, but now the river has dried up, and the painting directly shows the appearance of a riverbed.

"Is the inability to challenge related to this picture?"

Zhang Mu carefully examined the Tianji List, but found nothing else.

……

Three poles in the sun.

Zhang Mu sat cross-legged on the bed, brows furrowed, thinking about the Tianji List.

"Maybe it's a problem of money..." Zhang Mu thought for a while and said to himself.

Looking back at the whole process, it started with me accepting ten taels of silver from the bank. Then several wisps of white mist emerged from the ten taels of silver and rushed into my mind, which activated the Tianji Ranking.

If the white mist coming out of the silver is regarded as the energy source of the Tianji List, then everything can be explained.

Five challenge opportunities exhausted the white gas worth ten taels of silver. The small river map can be seen as a display of energy.

So now the creek has dried up and the Tianji Ranking can no longer be challenged.

The logic holds true!

If that's the case, then the solution is simple: just keep getting new silver.

Ten taels of silver were only enough to support him in challenging the Tianji Ranking five times.

So, you have to make more money!

As a time traveler, how could Zhang Mu not have a way to make money?

Hmm...if you think about it carefully...

Zhang Mu thought about it for a moment, then said with certainty—

Sighed.

It seems that there really isn’t!
Zhang Mu was a liberal arts student in his previous life.

What little tricks of time travel like "gunpowder, glass, papermaking, cement, perfume, and penicillin"? Even if there is a market for them in this world, he doesn't know any of them!
Poems, songs, and the like all have allusions and allusions, and cannot be written casually!
As for writing some casual books...

It’s been so many years since he graduated, how could he remember!
Not even as good as an art student.

At least art students can draw, sing, and dance here, so they can earn some money...

As the old saying goes: liberal arts students are useless!

Zhang Mu sighed.

For now, I can only work.

Working certainly does not mean continuing to be an accountant.

He wants to seek a position as a warrior!
Warriors are the most advanced professions in this world. Whether it is starting salary, career advancement path, comprehensive security, etc., they are far better than ordinary people.

In Yuanwei Escort Agency, an accountant like him earned one or two taels of silver per month, while an accountant like Liu Zuo earned only five taels of silver per month.

However, the monthly salary of a bodyguard is ten taels; the monthly salary of a bodyguard master is thirty taels; as for the escort leader, he can directly participate in the profit sharing of the escort agency.

A true high-income earner.

Only by using martial arts to cultivate martial arts can you improve yourself step by step.

After sensing his innate martial luck that had been strengthened five times, Zhang Mu felt that he should be able to embark on the path of martial arts.

Well, there's only one problem now.

How do I tell the escort agency that I want to learn martial arts?
The Yuanfeng Escort Agency naturally taught martial arts to cultivate its own warriors and expand the size and strength of the escort team. However, the escort agency generally recruited children between the ages of ten and twelve to start training.

Because strengthening muscles and bones is most effective at this age.

Zhang Mu was already seventeen years old, and his physical development had basically taken shape, so he basically said goodbye to the escort agency's training strategy.

Neipei is definitely not going to work.

If you want to learn, there is only one way -

Paid teaching!

Yes, the escort agency, like a martial arts school, also accepts paid instruction. As the accountant, Zhang Mu is naturally aware of the fees.

Fifteen taels a month, no meals included.

Thirty taels a month, including one meal of wild game a day.

It is naturally impossible to reach the level of martial arts in one month, but it is still possible to embark on the path of martial arts and become a qualified warrior.

The price is a bit higher than some martial arts schools in the county, but you get what you pay for.

Now Zhang Mu only has ten taels of silver on him. Even if he wants the cheapest grade, he still needs five taels. These five taels are not a small amount for him. Where can he get it?

A look of worry appeared on Zhang Mu's face.

……

Just when Zhang Mu was worried about the first tuition fee for martial arts, in the west wing of the back hall of the City God Temple in Wan'an County.

Here are preserved the strange stories and legends from all over the country collected by temple priests of all generations. Many storytellers draw materials from them and make up ghost stories that make people yearn for them.

In fact, many storytellers' contributors are these temple priests.

At this time, in the west wing, several books were suspended in the air, flipping rapidly. A black cat was squatting on the ground, with golden light flashing in its eyes, looking at the books hanging in the air and turning pages.

Zhang Mu's explanation did not explain why he was able to come back to life. Black Cat hesitated for a long time and decided to try his luck at the City God Temple to see if he could find the answer.

Suddenly, the black cat's pupils dilated, and the books fell to the ground, with only one book still floating.

The book floated in front of the black cat. The handwriting on it was sloppy, as if it was written in a hurry, and he didn't even dare to leave his name.

"Those with great luck are favored by heaven and earth. Even if they encounter disaster, as long as their luck remains, they can eventually be resurrected."

"Back then, the great Confucian scholar Zhuge Mingzhu locked himself in his destiny and died of old age, leading Sima Wutian to attack Southern Yu. Later, his destiny returned to his body, and Zhuge Mingzhu resurrected and struck Sima Wutian hard, bringing ten years of peace to Southern Yu. History says: 'The dead Zhuge scared Sima away, and the candle has rekindled.'"

"Why? If the luck doesn't dissipate, you can still be resurrected from the dead!"

“As the saying goes: When the time comes, heaven and earth will work together, and destiny lies in the joke of life and death.”

Black cat: (●ω●)

It turned out that the handsome young man was a man of great luck.

That's right, if it wasn't for great luck, how could I have met her by chance! If it weren't for her, I'm afraid that the young man would have killed the villain who swallowed the demon blood crystal as soon as he was resurrected.

"So... I'm also part of his great fortune, meow?"

The black cat tilted its head and thought for a moment, then waved its claws, tore off the page of paper, and swallowed it into its mouth.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door. The black cat's ears moved, and its body immediately turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The door of the west wing opened, and the temple priest of the City God Temple frowned as he looked at the messy books on the floor.

"Why is it such a mess?"

The next moment, he walked into the wing room, picked up a book from the ground and flipped through it, muttering to himself:

"Which book did I write down the idea for the new storybook I wrote down yesterday while drunk?"

"Damn it, I just remember wanting to write a story about a protagonist who comes back from the dead, I can't remember anything else..."

"How did I make that up?"

　Five updates on the first day, godfathers, I am back with 80,000~
　　
　
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