fifth form

Chapter 23
Zhang Xuezhou has never walked such a long mountain road.

It was a big mountain that was difficult to see.

People shuttle on the mountain roads in the mountains, and even the roads in many places cannot be called mountain roads at all, with only a few vague footprints as marks.

"Father, why do we live in such a remote place?"

Although he knew that the dream was created by himself, and many things were completely unreasonable, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but want to ask the answer hidden in his heart when he was complaining about the pain.

If possible, he still very much hopes that the dream he creates is in the city, instead of squatting in a small mountain village for more than ten years.

He took Qixue Pill, and his physical fitness was far better than before, but in order to get out of the mountain where Zhangjiazhuang was located, he had already walked for more than half a month.

It's been an extremely long trek.

But when Zhang Zhong mentioned that he had only traveled less than [-] miles in half a month, and there were still nearly [-] miles of mountain roads to travel, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel dizzy.

"Because your father can't do anything except hunting." You Rong said with a smile, "He doesn't study much, and he doesn't know how to do business. Even if he buys something, he will be cheated by others. How can he make a living in the town!"

"I was never taught since I was a child. Otherwise, if I study hard, I might be able to find a job in the city!"

Zhang Zhong resentfully replied.

His reason is the same as Zhang Xuezhou's in reality. Although he lives in the city in reality, his father Zhang Weimeng really doesn't know how to do business.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that Zhang Weimeng was deceived by people using the concept housing of the school district housing, and his life was not stable when he was 34 years old.

The Zhang Zhong in the dream is obviously a copy of Zhang Weimeng.

Hearing Rong's mention of the embarrassing incident of Zhang Zhong being cheated when he was young, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that the dream came from his heart, and many things were full of similarities.

Zhang Chong once walked out of the mountains, but his lack of skill caused Zhang Chong to return to the mountains.

When the villagers in Dashan chose to live in a place with water and convenience for hunting, they forcibly carved out a land of Taoyuan in the mountains.

"Don't think our Zhangjiazhuang is a bit remote, but our village hasn't had any natural or man-made disasters in these years, so it's safe and sound!"

Seeing that Zhang Xuezhou's attitude was more yearning for the city, Zhang Zhong had to mention some other factors.

"The city outside is not calm, and the evil spirits are nothing more than a small number. They seldom act violently in big cities and towns. It is a man-made disaster for the slaves of the evil country to plunder from time to time. Those people were once so powerful that even the king of our dynasty had to yield……"

Zhang Zhong babbled about the danger outside.

He is someone who has seen the world in Zhangjiazhuang, not only the city, but also the monster, and the slave of the fierce country.

It was an extremely powerful clan, the entire clan was good at fighting, and they spent almost all their life hunting on horseback.

It's just that the targets of the slaves' hunting are not limited to wild beasts, but also include the kingdoms with humans.

In the eyes of slaves, there is no difference between humans and beasts, as long as they can be snatched for use, slaves will do this kind of thing.

It can be said that this is a powerful country like robbers. As long as the target is aimed at, a war will inevitably be launched.

In the past hundred years, the Han Dynasty has been the target of hunting by the slaves.

"Those people are tall and tall, galloping horses like the wind, good at archery and knives, infinitely powerful, and those who are a little bit more powerful are equipped with demon skills, arrogant and unreasonable..."

Zhang Zhong talked about his military exploits when he became the corps leader.

"That's just a slave captain..."

"The ten commanders are in charge of ten soldiers in the slave army, and our corporal commanders are in charge of five!"

"That's the lowest-ranking official of the slave army, no different from our corporal leader!"

"An official in charge of ten must be more powerful than an official in charge of five... Well, what you said makes a lot of sense!"

Zhang Zhong wanted to talk about his military exploits in killing the murderous slave and the ten captains, but when Zhang Xuezhou asked again and again, he had to admit that the ten commanders were indeed better, and the price they paid for the lives of the three corporal leaders was roughly the same.

"To be an official out of ten people must be more powerful than to be out of five people." Zhang Xuezhou said: "If your talent competes among ten people, maybe you won't be able to become a corps leader in your life!"

"Can you save some face for your father?"

Zhang Zhong knocked Zhang Xuezhou out of his temper, and he nodded in satisfaction when he saw Zhang Xuezhou was so painful that he ran for several steps.

Zhang Xuezhou before entering the country and Zhang Xuezhou after entering the country are two completely different people.

The Zhang Xuezhou in front of him is more than three points stronger than before.

In the past, Zhang Xuezhou would have been exhausted and paralyzed after walking on the mountain road for half a day, but now it has been half a month, and Zhang Xuezhou is still full of energy.

Zhang Zhong could even feel the qi and blood surging in Zhang Xuezhou's body. This kind of qi and blood was no less than those children in the village who had practiced martial arts for many years.

This is Zhang Xuezhou getting stronger every day.

Zhangjiazhuang is indeed far away from the city, but it is not so far away as going up a thousand miles of mountain roads.

As long as Zhang Xuezhou's body can continue to improve, Zhang Zhong doesn't mind a little more time delay.

His time was really tight, so tight that Zhang Zhong wanted to fly back to Zhangjiazhuang immediately to investigate suspicious clues and see what strange things happened in the village, but Zhang Zhong couldn't leave Zhang Xuezhou alone, especially the delicate and frail Zhang Xuezhou.

Every time Zhang Xuezhou took a step forward, Zhang Zhong felt more relieved when he left.

Zhang Xuezhou's change is not surprising, the immigrant is very different from ordinary people.

In Zhang Zhong's world, immigrants can accomplish all kinds of things that are beyond the reach of human beings. Zhang Xuezhou's transformation is completely understandable.

He even wished that he could break through that entrance and see the difference in himself after entering the country.

But it is impossible to repeat the years, even if it is repeated, Zhang Zhong feels that he has reached the current limit.

After all, he is just an ordinary villager, with limited room for advancement, and his current level can be regarded as a successful life.

Although there are many regrets in his life, Zhang Chong watched the incompetent Zhang Xuezhou quickly cross the threshold that he had never been able to cross in his life, which made Zhang Chong feel very at ease.

"A day like this..."

When Zhang Zhong felt somewhat satisfied, he only heard Zhang Xuezhou, who was walking in front, let out a low cry.

When Zhang Zhong moved forward, he saw a piece of grass parted away, revealing an old man with a hook nose in a brown Taoist robe.

"Nine feet long!"

Zhang Zhong was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Zhang Xuezhou.

"Why did your teacher faint here?" Zhang Chong wondered.

"Don't talk about me and him, don't mention anything, he is not my teacher!"

Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath, and he didn't feel relieved until the other party still didn't respond to Tankong Dao's non-returning breath with his fingers.

Taoist Kongkong's Chao Bugui is definitely not a weak person, and he is even well-known among great practitioners.

If Zhang Xuezhou didn't clean them up, Zhang Xuezhou felt that all three of his family would rush to the street.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help being vigilant when this powerful cultivator fell down in the barren hills and grass.

He pinched Chang Bugui's 'Ziting' acupoint, and when he felt that the other party still had a few breaths left, Chao Bugui's eyes slightly opened.

"Take me back to the Taoist temple, the Golden Toad Dharma King... is coming after me!"

Chang Bugui's voice was dissociated, and his low panting seemed to be about to die at any moment, which made Zhang Xuezhou retract his protruding hand immediately.

"He got into trouble, let's go!"

Zhang Xuezhou whispered.

"Golden Toad Dharma King has been seriously injured. He will use the practitioner's blood essence to recover from his injuries. You are also a cultivator entering the country. Unless you can quickly escape within a radius of three hundred miles, you will not be able to get away!"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou who exuded the aura of an immigrant, Chao Bugui felt that the other party was a delicious snack from the Golden Chan Dharma King.

He only felt that Zhang Xuezhou's aura was a little familiar, and when he saw Zhang Xuezhou leave, he had to quickly clarify the stakes.

"You can only repel the wounded Golden Toad Dharma King by relying on me... relying on me!"

Chao Bugui looked away from Zhang Xuezhou, who was walking slowly, and when he saw clearly the faces of Zhang Zhong and You Rong who were following behind, he couldn't help but feel happy, and only felt that two more reliable assistants had come.

Normally, a retired leader like Zhang Zhong would be useless, but when the Golden Chan King was severely injured, Zhang Zhong undoubtedly had a slight possibility of threatening the opponent.

More importantly, Zhang Zhong is a good hunter, good at tracking and throwing off his opponents.

Chao Bugui felt that his life was expected to continue.

"and many more……"

When he focused his attention on Zhang Zhong and You Rong from Zhang Xuezhou, he sniffed his nose, only to feel a ray of familiar and terrifying evil spirit coming out from their bodies.

(End of this chapter)