There's something wrong with me

Chapter 110 Return
'Looking for rats at the border?'

Zhang Feng felt very strange, but also asked what he was most concerned about.
"Why did you leave then?"

Zhang Feng didn't try to hide anything and asked directly, "I heard from my people that the day you left was the day the rat's nest was wiped out."

"Oh, you're talking about this."

Boss Long laughed and said, “A few years ago, when we were in Daling Mountain, we heard the news that the army was killing rats.

When I heard about this, I called back and asked them to close down my restaurant.

Because the guest said that opening a small restaurant was a small benefit for him, and catching the rats that had escaped the net was a greater cause, and then he forcibly dragged me away.

'So that's it...'

Zhang Feng understood the whole story.

A few years ago, the army went to catch rats and made such a big noise that they rescued dozens of people from the caves and initially arranged them in nearby villages and towns.

Basically, once this is said and spread, anyone who wants to find out can get the news locally on the same day.

It seems that the guests at that time were from the local area.

Then, he ran away.

After that, I stayed in the mountains for the past few years and set up a "rat extermination team".

But then, Zhang Feng thought of something and asked again, "How come you are in Daling Mountain by chance?"

It’s not that Zhang Feng doesn’t believe them, it’s just that he’s curious out of his professional instinct as a criminal police officer.

"Of course it's just like the army!" Boss Long was very proud this time, as if he was waiting for Zhang Feng to ask this question, "The reason why you have been in the mountains for decades is actually to look for rats.

During that time, we also reached Daling Mountain and were almost finding the rat's nest, but the troops got there first."

"So..." Zhang Feng looked at him, "You guys already knew that Daling Mountain was a rat's nest?

Why didn't you tell the local authorities? Did the guest just take you there alone?"

"I actually wanted to tell the army too." Boss Long was suddenly speechless again, "I've also told the guests here several times to cooperate with the local authorities.

But he just wouldn't listen and even threw my phone.

I ended up having to use a public phone on the street to contact the hotel afterwards."

Boss Long sighed and said, "He's a stubborn person. He insists on doing what he wants. What can I do?"

"Indeed." After Zhang Feng recalled the character of the guest, he felt that Boss Long's description was very appropriate.

Then, Zhang Feng suddenly had a guess. He wondered if the mice were chasing the martial arts master because the guests were hunting them?
If so, then everything fits together.

Emotions are the guests' efforts to attract hatred in the early stages.

But it also caused hardship for a group of martial artists.

Thinking in his heart, Zhang Feng looked at Boss Long carefully.

"What are your ideas now? Are you still going to search the mountains for rats?"

Because Zhang Feng had learned internal energy, he could tell that Boss Long had some internal energy skills and was in good health.

He is about 20 years old.

"He's looking for it." Boss Long shook his head, "I have to do business and take care of the child he picked up last year.

This kid is only one year old, he can’t run around with us every day.”

"A child? Picked up? Could it be a businessman?" Zhang Feng suddenly looked at the doll in the house, and unexpectedly, the businessman also appeared.

Just like the chef Zhang Shijie, King Snake will meet people from the border?
Are they all 'involved'?

After all, Boss Long is a businessman, and now he has this kid with him, so the child he raises will definitely be a "businessman", which is almost certain.

But the baby is too small now, and it is hard to tell that he looks like a businessman.

Of course, it may not be the case, but just a coincidence.

At the same time, Zhang Feng was also wondering whether Boss Long might be the close friend of the guest.
But he is obviously a businessman, and it doesn't seem like that.

Because in the world of criminal police, guests and close friends meet because of martial arts.

"Martial arts? And a close friend, this can't be me, right?"

Zhang Feng pondered it secretly and felt that... it was quite reasonable?

Because of different time and space, people and things are not necessarily the same.

Maybe in the Min Dynasty period of the criminal police world, there really was a "self" decades ago.

Or maybe, it really is Boss Long?

But in this world, Boss Long stopped learning martial arts and turned to business?
Zhang Feng felt that this should be the case.

"Shall we go?" Boss Long returned to the house, wrapped the doll in a small cloth bag, and tied it to his chest. "Let's go find our guests?"

Boss Long said that the guests here do things their own way.

Now he is also a man who gets things done decisively.

He grabbed the doll and left without any regard for the doll's feelings.

"Okay." Seeing that an old man who was almost seventy years old was so straightforward, Zhang Feng didn't think much about it and left first.

……

This mountain is in a small forest twenty miles away.

Zhang Feng followed Boss Long, turning left and right, and based on his strength, he felt that his physique was similar to what he had 'estimated'.

Of course, he is older now and his physical condition will definitely decline.

But it’s all about internal strength and internal cultivation.

Even if he is younger, he is only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

Not much goes down.

"I still didn't expect it." Zhang Feng observed him and shook his head inwardly, "If I had known earlier, we would have been separated for more than 20 years.

Then when the guests didn’t want the secret book at the beginning, I should have given it to Boss Long so that they could get the visceral resonance as soon as possible.

In this way, Boss Long only needs to understand the visualization and then use his internal force to coordinate the resonance of his internal organs.

Then his physical fitness should be around 35 now.

He is a master indeed, and has brought some glory to this world.'

I thought to myself.

Zhang Feng followed him to a house in a bamboo forest.

A broken house and a broken yard.

There was an old man sharpening a knife on a broken bamboo bench in the yard.

Zhang Feng recognized him at a glance as a guest.

But even now, he is thirty years younger than those in the criminal police world.

"In the criminal police world, he seems to have figured out the internal organ visualization at the age of eighty-nine."

Thinking, Zhang Feng walked into the yard.

"Hello, guests!" Boss Long also shouted to the guests.

"Wait a minute." The guest was concentrating on sharpening a knife, with a whip hanging around his waist.

Zhang Feng took a quick look and found that it was made of a mouse's tail.

There are also several powerful crossbows under the eaves.

They were probably using this long-range weapon to shoot rats.

Because Zhang Feng concluded from the guest's knife-sharpening strength that his physical fitness was only about 31, which was ten points weaker than some powerful mice.

But if it was an ordinary little mouse, or even an adult mouse around 35 years old, it would not be enough for the guests to chop.

Zhang Feng judged that his martial arts skills had reached the intermediate level just by looking at his knife-sharpening skills.

Even if the mouse also has superb hunting skills, it will still be defeated by the guest's "minor to intermediate" skills with its cleverness.

Afterwards, Zhang Feng felt that the guest was a bit outrageous. In the ordinary world, a physique of 31?
For guests with normal mindsets, it is indeed bizarre.

After a dozen seconds, the customer finished sharpening the knife and raised his head.

He looked at Zhang Feng and recognized him immediately, "Young Master, why are you here?"

"I came to see you guys." Zhang Feng said with a smile: "Also, I owe you a martial arts lesson, so I came here today to repay you."

"What's my problem?" The guest stood up, walked to Boss Long, teased the little kid, and then sighed, "Oh, really, I said that year that the road ahead is long and we won't see each other anymore. How cool is that?
Now I am old, and you are the best master in the world.

This scene makes me look a little down and out."

Although he spoke of his destitution, the guest was very natural, acting like a free and easy hero.

When Zhang Feng saw this normal guest, he felt that this was the Taoist priest he had been thinking of.

Free and unconstrained, not entangled by fame and fortune.

Although I am a bit of a loner, many people envy me.

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhang Feng took out the visceral resonance written on the car from his pocket.

Then he unbuttoned his shirt and took out some simplified and conventional martial arts exercises from the large pocket on the inside of his clothes.

"To be honest, I don't know what to talk about."

Zhang Feng placed a few secret books on the lid of the water tank next to him and said, "I came here this time just to take a look at you and give you a few secret books.

After that... the road ahead is long?"

Zhang Feng looked at the two of them, and also at the little baby who was staring at him blankly.

The guest smiled, clasped his fists and said, "Goodbye?"

"Haha!" Zhang Feng laughed and turned around, taking a step that covered a distance of nearly 40 meters. He moved through the forest, and his voice came from afar.

"Goodbye, Mr. Long, and the little kid!"

The sound gradually faded away.

The guest looked at him for a while, then turned to look at Boss Long, who was filled with shock, and said, "I've already told you, he's the best martial artist in the world.

Look at this movement. It's just like shrinking the earth into an inch as often mentioned in martial arts novels.

And from the outside, if you say he is a god, some people will believe him."

"Amazing..." Boss Long exclaimed in amazement, "Can anyone reach this level?"

"Why not?" The guest shook his head, then nodded, "You know what, this really can't be done.

At least I can't.

His bones are probably the reincarnation of the Wu Qu star in the sky."

The guest said this, and then picked up the viscera secret book on the lid and flipped through a few pages. Only then did he reveal a look of surprise.

"Such a sophisticated internal organ training? How did he figure it out?

How can there be such a genius in the world?"

The guests were very surprised, surprised by the new martial arts.

“I read all the Taoist and Buddhist books in my teens, and it was only in my forties that I figured out how to cultivate internal strength.

According to the method of internal force training, I was over 70 years old this year and only then did I have the idea of ​​lung resonance, and felt that it could complement internal force.

But Zhang Feng only looks to be in his forties this year, how come he has already mastered the complete set of internal organs?"

……

Ten miles away.

call-

Zhang Feng stopped here and felt very happy.

First, he returned everything that needed to be returned, and also improved on some of his own martial arts.

Secondly, more than 20 years ago, he jumped out of the car because he had a long way to go.

I came back today too.

Even more stylish than him.

"The debts of gratitude in this world are almost paid off."

Zhang Feng felt relieved again for a moment.

Although I didn’t cultivate my mind this time, my first visit to the mountains felt like a lifetime ago, and all the human connections were gone.

Half of my inner demons have been eliminated.

Now it’s only about 30% at most.

It is not a deliberate effort to cultivate the mind, but it still achieves very good results.

It was an unexpected success.

Zhang Feng felt that sometimes life was just like this. If you tried to do something deliberately, maybe God wouldn't be on your side.

To quote Brother Wangshe, "Life is like smuggling, it's unpredictable. If you run around, you might even make a few cents."

If you want to go the formal route and open your own line, you will either be shot by Luo Huoge or arrested by the police.

Zhang Feng sometimes thought that although Brother Wangshe was not a very good person, what he said was quite reasonable.

"Now that we've reached the border."

Zhang Feng looked into the distance, "Let's look for Brother Wangshe and see if he exists in this world. If he does, and he's involved in drug trafficking, we can just kill him."

……

The next two months.

Zhang Feng took a long vacation at the station, but it was also a compensatory leave that he had not used in more than 20 years.

Of course, the days spent hunting rats in Lingshan are considered business trips and are not counted as part of the compensatory leave.

Just two months later.

Zhang Feng traveled around the border and killed a few gangs, but he didn't find anyone from the Luohuo Group.

It seems that these people may not exist in different time and space.

To make sure, Zhang Feng went deep into several drug trafficking camps and hid for some time.

Finally came to the conclusion that it was not.

And on the fifty-fifth day of vacation.

At night, in a hotel in He City.

Zhang Feng suddenly received a strange phone call.

As soon as the call was connected and he heard "Hello", Zhang Feng knew that the other party was a distinguished guest.

"How did you find my phone number?" Zhang Feng asked, "I don't think I left you my number, right?"

"No." The guest replied, "A few minutes ago, I ran into a policeman in town who was secretly observing Boss Long.

I didn't know it at the time, so I captured him.

After I knew his identity, I said I was a guest, I knew Zhang Feng, I had caught mice, and I wanted Zhang Feng's phone number to ask him some questions.

Just now, a man named Fang called me and gave me your number.

"Oh, I see." Zhang Feng heard his cell phone vibrate. He moved away a little and saw that it was Lao Fang calling.

Then, hang up.

Zhang Feng then asked the guest, "What do you want from me? Is there anything you don't understand about martial arts?"

"I understand. You've marked it very carefully." The guest replied, "I came to you today to discuss something. Do you know the Immortal of Lingshan?"

"The painting in the cave?" Zhang Feng remembered. "Why? You know about it too?"

Zhang Feng said this and suddenly asked, "Did you come up with the name of this Lingshan Immortal yourself, or did you hear it from a story?"

"Mr. Fang said so." The guest didn't hide anything, "When he called me, I asked about the rat hole.

Because I had been to that cave some time ago and saw that painting, and I was curious about it.

I just asked Mr. Fang about this, and he said you called that painting "Lingshan Daxian."

At this point, the guest also asked, "Actually, I'd like to ask you, why do you call him the Immortal of Lingshan?
I understand Lingshan, but what does Daxian mean? Does he really have some strange ability?
Or what story did you hear?"

"A folk tale." Zhang Feng did not hide anything and told the ghost story, but did not talk about the experience in the underground cave.

"Great Immortal? Raising rats?" The guest was skeptical for a moment, feeling that Zhang Feng was trying to trick him. "Do you believe this?"

"To be honest, I don't know." Zhang Feng shook his head, "Maybe it's true."

"If it's true, this guy really deserves to die." The person sitting there snorted politely, "He can't even keep his own pets in captivity, and he's harmed so many people. He deserves to be killed."

"Even if he's dead, he's been dead for over two hundred years." Zhang Feng told him something, "The rat corpse used to carve his portrait has been examined.

It was about eighty-five years old and had been dead for more than two hundred years.

No matter how you calculate it, this happened more than two hundred years ago.

You won’t be able to find him anyway.”

Zhang Feng said this, and seeing that the guest had no news and was asking him about it, he said simply, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. No more chatting."

hang up the phone.

Zhang Feng rested his hands on his head and looked at the ceiling. Although he could no longer find the guests in this world, he might not be able to find them either.

Maybe we'll meet in some world.

To be honest, Zhang Feng was still a little curious about Lingshan Daxian, but not very curious.

Because Zhang Feng had a very clear mind, he knew that his main task was to experience life and study hard.

The rest are just scenery along the way, just take a quick look and pass by.

Like a guest, chatting about old times, and then seeing if he has any new inventions.

It's like Wangshe and Luohuo. If they are good, they can just chat for a few words, but if they are bad, they can be shot to death.

'Don't worry about other people or other things.'

Zhang Feng looked at his hands, and there was a faint breath surrounding his palms. 'What really exists now and is beneficial to me is that I have obtained the method of practicing internal force in this world.

In the remaining years, I traveled by train while concentrating on my practice.

Try to gain a deeper understanding of the internal strength.

This will lay a better foundation for reality.

However, the sudden influx of this internal force disrupted my steps.

Originally, I wanted to spend thirty years studying the combination of Hua Jin and blood Qi.

Now he has become specialized in cultivating internal strength.

But this internal force is indeed powerful.'

Zhang Feng thought about it and looked at his physique.

The current physical condition is [137]

The proportion of internal force is 61 points.

And it's not yet fully opened, as more than half of the blood vessels in the body are still not open.

Zhang Feng feels that once all of them are connected, there will be even greater "sustained growth".

Because then a complete cycle of small circulation will be formed.

If it is combined with blood, qi and transformation strength, it will be the great circulation of 'Three Parts Returning to Origin Qi'!
Zhang Feng felt excited when he thought about his own three-point return to the original energy, and then opened his phone and prepared to watch "Feng Yun, Xiong Ba Tian Xia!"

This world also has its ups and downs.

The same goes for medicinal materials, so you can quickly practice the formula for transforming strength.

……

Vacation is over.

Zhang Feng returned to the province, but he did not forget to treat Lao Fang to a drink.

Come back the same day.

I heard he was fine and reported it again.

Zhang Feng went with him to a small restaurant.

I didn't ask for a private room either.

The two of them sat down in the hall and ordered some barbecue skewers, a few bottles of beer, and two bowls of noodles.

While waiting, smell the aroma floating in the air.

He looked at the bottles of beer that were instantly served on the table.

Zhang Feng thought for a moment and looked at Lao Fang, who was also a little greedy. "Don't just wait, order two cold dishes first."

"Okay, I'll go order." The somewhat plump old Fang stood up quickly, preparing to have a good meal tonight.

Zhang Feng leaned back in his chair, looked at his figure, and saw him take two steps and even pull up his pants.

That's really possible.

"He used to be such a skilled fighter." Zhang Feng shook his head, "Now I feel like the old him could beat two of the current him."

Zhang Feng was thinking about it, and saw Lao Fang quickly coming over with two plates of meat and vegetables.

Put the dishes in place.

"Come."

Zhang Feng clinked glasses with him and said, "Thank you, we found the person. You helped me resolve two issues. Tell me, Lao Fang, how can I help you?"

"Let's not talk about this." Lao Fang laughed and said, "If it weren't for you, the driver, I wouldn't have done so many bad things, let alone sit in this position.

You are being too polite by saying these things now, and you are embarrassing me, a little errand boy."

"Don't talk nonsense to me." Zhang Feng drank the wine and said seriously, "I'll make you a prescription for nourishing your five internal organs. It won't prolong your life, but it will keep you healthy."

Zhang Feng was talking, and seeing that he wanted to say more about this matter, he raised his hand slightly to stop him from saying more.

"Okay, don't refuse, and don't talk anymore. The kebabs are here, let's eat and drink."

……

Time flies.

Six years later.

2024, fall.

"Hello everyone, this is the Lin Province Main Station. Inside the bustling station, there's still a dark green train. It's right behind us..."

"This car is the best in the world. It's Captain Zhang's personal car! You all know Captain Zhang, right? I don't need to describe him in detail, right?"

now.

Inside the completely modern station.

Several big anchors were broadcasting live from a distance on the platform, and some TV station staff were recording programs nearby.

In the direction their screens were pointing, a dark green train stood out among the high-speed trains and new trains.

"Captain Zhang is a miracle doctor. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to run into him in the patrol car today..." Now, there are also many big bosses and dignitaries with steady temperaments. They carefully adjusted their clothes and lined up in front of each door.

"Be careful with your belongings." The young conductor, who has the same steady temperament, is already in his forties and has completely taken over the old conductor's shift.

"Hello." These passengers did not force their way in just because of their high status, but checked their tickets and boarded the bus in a very polite manner.

Some of them come here specifically for the sake of its reputation, while others suffer from illnesses.

Some people also traveled to other places with important information.

In their minds, this train is the safest train in the world.

Because there is a legendary train conductor in this car!
He is not only the best martial artist in the world, but also a miraculous doctor who can bring people back to health!

At the front of the car again.

The young apprentice, who already looks mature, is doing a pre-driving inspection.

Sitting on the small bench, Zhang Feng looked at the car door in surprise.

Old Zhao, with gray hair, was dragging a small recliner up. "Although I'm retired, I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway."

Pad-

Fortunately, there was enough space in the car to put the reclining chair.

"Very good." Zhang Feng threw him a cigarette, "I'll get a recliner someday."

The words fell.

Zhang Feng looked at the modern facilities outside the car, and at the beginning of another autumn.

"Old Zhao, do you feel that these thirty years have passed quickly?
I remember when I first got on the bus, it was autumn.”

Zhang Feng said, looking sideways at him, "Oh, by the way, have you figured out how to use your new phone?"

"I don't understand it anymore." Lao Zhao shook his head and took out a smartphone from a few years ago. "But I understand how to use a phone from a few years ago."

"That's good." Zhang Feng smiled and said, "Send a message to the old team leader and everyone in the car. Let's have a meal together when we get back from this trip in a couple of days.

Have I not told you yet? I'm not just skilled in medicine and martial arts.

I cook, and I’m top-notch too.”

(End of this chapter)