However, just when Chen Mo's heart was pounding, the other party changed the topic and continued: "Based on the five-fold increase in production, for more than two thousand acres of fourth-level spiritual land, you will probably need to hand over 10% of the increased production. Give it to Beizhou, and keep 20% of the remaining 90% for yourself.”
Twenty percent?
There was no emotional change on Chen Mo's face, but he secretly smiled bitterly in his heart.
At this moment, he finally understood why the other party met him alone at this time.
Obviously, as long as there are resources, even Zhongzhou will not have too many.
You can be the general of Pingduzhou, or you can be given to him. Why should you choose him? The answer is simple yet stark.
Only by bringing benefits to them can they be considered as one of our own.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Mo clasped his hands and saluted: "Thank you, senior, I am obligated!"
"You are not resentful? After all, it is the spiritual plant that you have worked so hard to grow, but We took away 80% of it.”
“Senior, in my opinion, the relationship is not between 10% and 20%, but between zero and 20%.”
The other party paused and then laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, not bad!"
The laughter stopped suddenly.
The orange-faced dragon leader disappeared instantly.
At this moment, a white light suddenly lit up deep in the dark corridor.
Chen Mo turned around, and the clear world gradually came to him.
He smiled sarcastically.
My heart has a little more understanding of this world.
What test? What competition?
Is it just a way to silence others? If there is really a good position, it is naturally determined by default. Will it be the turn of those casual cultivators with no power and no background?
Chen Mo put away the ice box and walked out slowly along the light.
After about half a cup of tea, the originally narrow and dark place suddenly opened up. He took a step forward and saw an ancient temple in front of him.
There are several monks standing next to the ancient temple.
Around an ancient well.
There were many people lying in a mess in the corner. Chen Mo did not use his consciousness. After all, this place was not a place where he could do whatever he wanted.
Chen Mo suddenly turned his head and saw three people standing next to him.
Among them, there was a mysterious female cultivator who wanted to kill him whenever he met him - Yan Xiaoxiao.
As expected, the other party swam out of the ocean successfully!
"The last person is here too." Wu Meng turned around and looked at Chen Mo and others.
In front of him, there was a table. On the table was not wine and food, but a chessboard, with black and white stones on both sides.
Yan Xiaoxiao turned her head, with a surprised expression on her face.
Obviously, she didn't expect that this monk who had a chance encounter in Pingdu Continent could reach this point.
Of course, if she knew that the bubble she was in was popped by the other party, she might not have such a nonchalant expression.
"Master Fan asked me to preside over this test, so naturally I have to follow his request."
Wu Meng walked around to the stone table, and then looked behind him.
I saw four monks with different looks and auras, two men and two women, walking out and standing beside him.
Chen Mo's heart trembled.
He probably guessed the other party’s intention!
Four versus four?
Do they need to let them choose their opponent's fighting method?
However, the other party's words at the next moment caught him off guard.
"The land of Zhongzhou has been passed down since ancient times and has a long history. The purpose of practicing one is to seek immortality. Naturally, it is not about fighting and killing. Therefore, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting can also be regarded as one. This last test is simple to say."
Wu Meng did not introduce himself.
But all four people present except Chen Mo knew each other.
Yan Xiaoxiao stared at the four people opposite him with stern eyes.
"You choose one of them. As long as you can defeat them, you can meet Master Fan."
Chess, calligraphy and painting.
Chen Mo did not expect that there would be another test. If the Sixth General Zhang Jie has a huge intelligence network in Pingdu Continent, then he must know that he is proficient in music.
So, this test is probably also prepared for him.
After all, in terms of fighting skills, he, a Nascent Soul level 1 from Pingdu Continent, would probably not be the opponent of these people!
In this case, Chen Mo also had a better chance of winning.
At the moment, he was going to observe it first.
"Which of you comes first?" Wu Meng asked.
On Chen Mo's side, a young monk stepped forward. This person is well-dressed, has a green face, and has strong self-confidence in every gesture.
Looking at the appearance of the other party, he may be only in his thirties.
And with such achievements at this age, he is naturally proud of himself.
When this person sat calmly beside Bai Zi and made a gesture of invitation, Chen Mo suddenly realized that he had thought wrong!
Not only him, but these people also seemed to be well prepared!
“Are you Yuan Yizhi from Wangshen Palace?”
A Taoist came out of the four members of the Tianlong Division.
Unlike Yuan Yizhi, the other party is plainly dressed and restrained, giving people a sense of humility as a gentleman.
“Exactly!”
“I am in the Tianlong Ministry, and I have heard for a long time that a young genius has emerged from Wangshen Palace...”
“I don’t dare to take it!”
“I wonder if Kou Zijun is really as popular as everyone says, leading the way and overwhelming the others?”
Yuan Yizhi had a cold expression on his face.
What I thought was a compliment to him turned out to be a mockery!
That’s right!
If he really had the talent and status of Kou Zijun, how could he compete for the position of General Pingduzhou?
The principals of these state capitals are all those who have a certain status but are not high.
"So what if you get a bargain with your mouth? Let's see the real deal." Yuan Yizhi snorted coldly.
After many years of experience in Wangshen Palace, even if he is not as good as Kou Zijun, Fan Yuchan and the like, he is still extremely proud in his heart. Even people from the Sixth Department are not looked down upon.
"Wangshen Palace uses formations to enter the Tao. The chessboard has been called a formation board since ancient times. Every piece is a formation, and every gap implies the way of heaven. I am afraid that I will not be able to defeat the chess player."
"It's good to know." Yuan Yizhi's aloofness made it impossible for him to hear any good words.
As expected, the other party's conversation changed again.
"I may not be able to defeat Kou Zijun, but I'm sure I can deal with one or two young boys."
As soon as he said this, Yuan Yizhi's face became gloomy and scary.
I saw the opponent twisting a black stone and gently placing it on the chessboard. The next moment, it was windy and rainy, and the sky was spinning.
Yuan Yizhi picked up the white piece and put it down immediately.
Suddenly the wind stopped and the rain stopped, and everything was just like yesterday.
In the blink of an eye, the Tianlong tribe had already made three moves in a row, and Yuan Yizhi naturally followed suit.
For a time, there was lightning and thunder in front of the ancient temple, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
Chen Mo doesn’t understand chess and can only see the clouds and mountains, but as a bystander, he can naturally understand the situation and people’s hearts.
Obviously, from the moment this Wangshen Palace disciple named Yuan Yizhi put down the first chess piece in anger, he was destined to lose.
Those words just now irritated him.
He couldn't see through such a simple and obvious method. Sure enough, he was still too young...
Sometimes, genius is not necessarily a good thing! (End of this chapter)