Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 595 Zhao Zheng: I’m going hunting in the eastern suburbs!

"Hmm? Isn't that right? You have such a bad temper, why don't you beat your own son..." Zhao Zheng in the carriage was puzzled.
Turning his head, his eyes passed through the layers of walls of Fuxi Hall and came to the guest room. What he saw was Lei Gang lying on the floor of the guest room, whose bruises and swellings were gradually becoming less noticeable.

Oh, it has already happened!
Zhao Zheng looked at Lei Zhenzi who was erasing Lei Gang's memory of being beaten, and thought to himself that it was quite thoughtful and fair. He withdrew his gaze and began to lead some soldiers to leave Gantian Town.

There was no other way. He had to give the other party a chance. If he really didn't, he was afraid that Lei Gang would become discouraged again and not want to deal with Mao Xiaofang anymore. He couldn't wait another year for Lei Gang to take action.

Zhao Zheng muttered that it was difficult to be a disciple and it was better to be a master. He took out a map and said, "Why don't we go to Marshal Xu's house to look at his paintings... No, let's go to the eastern suburbs first. This young marshal wants to hunt in the eastern suburbs."

Looking at a mountain called Dongjiao dozens of miles away from Gantian Town, Zhao Zheng immediately decided to go to Dongjiao to hunt first.

On the way, Zhao Zheng took the pendant Kindaichi and led the soldiers straight to the eastern suburbs. Unfortunately, it was already night and he did not see the existence of the imperial tomb in the eastern suburbs.

"It's such a waste of time to have such a good name. There isn't even an imperial tomb..." Zhao Zheng stood on the top of the mountain and looked down at the entire Dongjiao Mountains.

Kindaichi wiped her mouth and stood up from the ground. She looked at the kettle handed to her by Zhao Zheng, pouted and gave Zhao Zheng a blank look, then took the kettle and started rinsing her mouth. After she finished rinsing her mouth, she spoke.

"A Zheng? Is there an imperial tomb here?"

"No, but there is an imperial tomb in another place in the eastern suburbs, and there is a lot of golden sand!" Zhao Zheng spoke, with infinite divine light blooming in his eyes, and layers of honeycomb-like pictures passed by.

"A Zheng, where is the East Suburb?"

When the word "gold" was mentioned, Kindaichi immediately showed interest and said curiously. As he spoke, he took out the map from Zhao Zheng's arms and started to look through it. Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes in disgust.

"go!"

"Ah? Good...ah!"

Kindaichi opened his mouth, and his little mouth opened even wider. She stared blankly at the sky in front of her which suddenly changed from night to day, and the sudden change in the environment around her.

And in the distance ahead, there was an old man who had just dismounted from his horse, carrying a sword and a knife, and six boys dressed in bright red costumes.

"The Emperor asked me to hunt in the eastern suburbs, why is there no one there?"

"Feng Xifan, the emperor is trying to dazzle you!"

Wei Xiaobao's voice sounded faintly, and Kindaichi shuddered when he heard it and said, "Hey, his words are so disgusting!"

"Not only that, he looks like a dog!"

"Huh? He's so disgusting!"

“It’s just so disgusting.”

Zhao Zheng nodded and squinted his eyes to look at Wei Xiaobao who was fighting with Feng Xifan in the distance, or rather, at the shadow behind Wei Xiaobao that didn't look like a human.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the Imperial Mausoleum!"

"Okay, by the way, A Zheng, where is this?"

"another world."

Zhao Zheng spoke. As he had already reached the Golden Immortal realm, it had become very easy for him to travel through the world.

Especially in a martial arts world with a simple power system like the current one, he doesn't even need to create a projection.
As long as he can 'see' it, he can 'see' it, and he can 'feel' it, then he can pass through it with the power of the Daluo Jinxian.

Now he no longer needs to compile his own world card by using the Pool of Worlds as he did in the beginning.

He only needs a little bit of the other world, a word, or a photo, or a pattern.
Even what the other person said,

He can even use this to travel back and forth!!
"Another...another world?"

Kindaichi blinked his eyes, opened his mouth slightly and looked up at Zhao Zheng, who rolled his eyes.

"I'll have a fever later, let's go to the Imperial Mausoleum first!"

"oh oh……"

Kindaichi nodded, and her eyes lit up instantly as the surrounding environment suddenly changed into a magnificent tomb.

"Tsk, so rich..."

Zhao Zheng clicked his tongue and then took out a freshly made Qiankun bag and handed it to Kindaichi. He watched Kindaichi start filling it with gold, silver and jewelry while he looked at the dragon vein in the tomb.

"Hmm? Actually, I know the Dragon Slaying Technique..."

…………

Main World,
Gantian Town, the eastern suburbs of the mountains.

"Azheng..."

"Stop it, A Zheng. Hurry up and practice. I have used the purest innate Qi from tens of millions of lives in another world to build a supreme foundation for you. If you can't break through to the realm of Lianxu Hedao in one go, don't tell others that you are my woman in the future!"

Zhao Zheng, who was afraid of being embarrassed, reached out his hand with disdain and touched Kindaichi's forehead, adding some buffs to him.

"Can't you give me an elixir? I don't want to practice, I want to become a god directly!" Kindaichi said with a pout.

"You didn't eat before you came?"

"..."

Jin Tian was stunned for a moment, then gave Zhao Zheng a charming look. Just when she wanted to continue practicing later, she found that Zhao Zheng was looking at her.

"Humph!"

Kindaichi snorted, then began to practice the exercises that appeared in his mind, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Looking at Kindaichi who was breathing in a state of concentration and had the hope of forging an immortal body, Zhao Zheng stretched out his hand and took Kindaichi into his heart.

Looking at the stars in the night sky, he determined that it only took him five seconds to travel back and forth from the world of The Deer and the Cauldron. After thinking for a moment, he called the Fluttermoth... Yu Yingying's Thousand-Mile Voice Transmission Technique.

After a silent night, Zhao Zheng, who wanted to concentrate on his cultivation, sent Yu Yingying away and wandered around the nearby town for two days, suppressing the remaining bandits.
He went to the next town to check on Zhuang Tian and others in Zombie Fortune and confirmed that Ren had not yet started to transform into a zombie. Only then did he return to Gantian Town with his soldiers on the tenth day of August.

“It’s quite lively…”

Before entering the gate of Fuxi Hall or getting off the sedan chair, Zhao Zheng heard bursts of crying coming from Fuxi Hall.

"My uncle died... Pah, is it time to have a feast?"

Zhao Zheng muttered in his heart, thinking that Lei Gang had become a short-lived ghost, he got off the sedan chair and walked into the gate of Fuxi Hall.

The door hasn't been entered yet.
One after another, voices rang out.

"Master Mao, you can't just stand by and watch someone die!"

"Yes, Master Mao, we have been dependent on each other for so many years, you can't let me die before you!"

"Yes, Master Mao, please take care of your apprentice Ah Chu. Our family really doesn't have that much money to pay him back. In order to help this kid pay off his gambling debts, we sold all our land..."

A series of crying voices came from the front yard of Fuxi Hall. Zhao Zheng walked into the gate and looked at the dozen men and women kneeling on the ground in the front yard, as well as Mao Xiaofang who looked embarrassed and Ah Hai who didn't know what to do. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, it's quite lively."

In just a few seconds, the dozen or so people who were kneeling immediately stood up. Zhao Zheng frowned and said to those subordinates who had sharp eyes.

"Why are you waving your gun? Back off!"

After scolding, Zhao Zheng looked at the dozen or so people who were standing with their heads down and trembling, and said to Mao Xiaofang.

"Uncle Master, what's going on?"

"nothing……"

Mao Xiaofang forced out an unnatural smile. Ah Hai opened his mouth but didn't say anything. Zhao Zheng pointed speechlessly at the person who was originally kneeling.

"Say!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The person Zhao Zheng pointed at began to tell the story. The story was actually very simple, with a bit of moral kidnapping.

The story originated from the fact that Achu's luck was so good that he had been winning the gambling world in recent days, causing some people to owe Achu a lot of money. However, not everyone had the money to pay it back, and not everyone had the ability to pay it back.

So, some people chose to refuse to pay back the money. Ah Chu had no objection. He didn't need the money anyway, so he just owed it. But the new friends Ah Chu made recently had objections. So, something happened because of the debt.

"Young Marshal, look at how cruelly they beat my son. Young Marshal, look at how cruelly they beat him..."

A woman pushed out her son who was beaten black and blue, and another old man also pushed out his son crying.

"Yes, Marshal, it's fine if you say they beat people, but the key is that they threatened that if my son doesn't pay back the money within three days, they will chop off his fingers..."

"Yes, Marshal, you should take care of him. It's not that we don't want to pay back the money, we just don't have that much money right now..."

"Master Mao, although Ah Chu is no longer your apprentice, you have raised him for so many years. Just go and talk to him. Just think of it as a sign of pity for us..."

The pitiful crying sounds continued to ring out, Mao Xiaofang frowned, and Ah Hai looked reluctant.

Zhao Zheng looked at the hands of the men who were beaten black and blue. Or rather, at two of them, one missing a pinky finger and the other missing an index finger: "Were your fingers cut off by Ah Chu's friends?"

"this is not……"

"This is the injury he got while working..."

"Yes, I accidentally knocked it off while working..."

"My child has always been honest and obedient..."

The voices rang out again, and Zhao Zheng frowned and looked at these people: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"This... The young commander is naturally very intelligent!"

"Yes, yes, the young commander is very talented!"

"How can the young commander be so stupid!"

"If the young marshal is stupid, there will be no smart people in this world..."

Everyone started to flatter and fawn on him, but Zhao Zheng looked at them expressionlessly. After a few seconds, the compliments disappeared and everyone just lowered their heads.

"I hate gamblers... and... Yu Dachu and my uncle no longer have any relationship. Do you understand?"

"I understand..." ×N
"get out!"

"Thank you, Marshal. Thank you, Marshal..."

In just a few seconds, these dozen people ran away, leaving Mao Xiaofang sighing helplessly.

"Ugh!"

"Don't sigh, Uncle Master. Next time, don't talk too much to these gamblers. Just ask them to kick them out."

Zhao Zheng spoke, it wasn't that he was angry, his tone was a bit harsh, he just simply hated those gamblers, that was all.

"it is good……"

Knowing that Zhao Zheng also meant well, Mao Xiaofang smiled and nodded. Zhao Zheng nodded and was about to ask Lei Gang and the others when he heard a desperate cry.

"Wow, Mao Xiaofang, you have taught a good apprentice. Please give me back my son's life. Please give me back my son's life..."

Mao Xiaofang frowned when he heard this, and was about to go out to take a look, when he heard Zhao Zheng say, "I'll go take a look, uncle, you don't have to go."

"No, I'll go and see..."

Before Mao Xiaofang could finish his words, he looked helplessly at the door of Fuxi Hall which was closed as Zhao Zheng left.

"Master, don't worry, I'm here, nothing will happen!"

Ah Hai advised, and Mao Xiaofang nodded helplessly, but there were more and more complicated emotions in his eyes and heart, so many that he looked at the rooftop beside him.

Zhao Zheng, who came to the street outside Fuxi Hall, did not pay attention to these. He just quietly looked at the old man who immediately knelt in front of him as soon as he appeared, the cart next to the old man, and the corpse covered with white cloth on the cart.

"Young Marshal..."

The old man trembled and lowered his head. His attitude was no longer tearful as before, nor was he as arrogant as at the beginning. He just looked pitiful as the guns were pointed at him.

"Tell us what happened. Well, don't stop them. Let them listen together." Zhao Zheng frowned and said to the soldiers who were trying to drive away the onlookers.

"Young Marshal... wuwuwu, my son died so tragically..." The father-in-law started crying and began to talk. It was all because of Achu and Achu's new friends.

However, unlike the previous guys who were just bruised and battered, this father-in-law's son was a bit unlucky and was beaten to death by Achu's new friends.

"So, you just want my Uncle Mao to help you get justice?" Zhao Zheng said. Seeing his father-in-law nod nervously, he glanced at the people around him and said lightly.

"Then you've come to the wrong place. My uncle has already expelled Yu Dachu from the sect. Yu Dachu's life and death has nothing to do with Fuxi Hall anymore."

Zhao Zheng spoke directly. He ignored his father-in-law who was about to cry again and continued, "But don't worry, killing someone in my place means paying with your life. You just owe money, so you don't have to die!"

"Thank you, Marshal. Thank you, Marshal..."

"Get up."

Zhao Zheng helped his father-in-law up from his kneeling position, and said to Zhou Sanyuan and Song Zilong who had come running over, "You've come just in time. It's your turn to arrest the man. By the way, remember what I said: if you kill someone, you must pay with your life!"

"Yes, Marshal!"
Zhou Sanyuan spoke immediately, then left with the bodies of his father-in-law and his son. Before leaving, he also drove away the onlookers.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the malicious person attacking from a distance, then turned his head to look at the rooftop: "Uncle Master, are you practicing Qinggong?"

"……right!"

Mao Xiaofang, who was crouching on the roof of the side room of Fuxi Hall, was silent for a while, then poked his head out, jumped off the roof in a few steps, came to the street, and looked at Zhao Zheng with a complicated expression.

"A Zheng, thank you so much this time!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Don't you think there's a problem?"

"what is the problem?"

"…What do you think of Ah Chu's fate?"

Zhao Zheng looked expressionlessly at Mao Xiaofang, who was even more terrifying than someone who had been hit by an IQ-reducing aura. Mao Xiaofang frowned for a moment and said.

"Achu's fate... can be described as moderate!"

"Uncle Master, what about me?"

“… expensive… indescribably expensive!”

Mao Xiaofang used the Qi-Viewing Technique and squinted his eyes to look at the dazzling purple air behind Zhao Zheng. He saw Zhao Zheng looking at him strangely: "Are you sure he is mediocre and not poor?"

"Uh-huh!"

Mao Xiaofang was stunned when he heard this, and some of the things that he hadn't understood and the moments that he had overlooked in his mind became clear to him.

"Uncle Master, to be honest, Ah Chu shouldn't have such good luck. Let's not talk about anything else, just his recent fortune..."

"I know, his luck is indeed..."

"No, Uncle Master, please listen to me first. What I mean is that according to my luck, Ah Chu should not be able to eat now because of my suppression. Well, I didn't say he is a villain. After all, I didn't see him doing anything sneaky, nor did I see him doing anything in a hidden way!"

"..."

"Hmm? Uncle Master, don't get me wrong. I'm not talking about what happened a few days ago. You know, I, Zhao Zheng, have always been broad-minded. How could I still remember things from the past!"

"……right!"

Mao Xiaofang, who felt that he deserved the title of a prime minister with a broad mind, nodded solemnly, indicating that Zhao Zheng was right.

(End of this chapter)