Under One Person, Starting from the Thunder King

Of course, it could also be Quan Xing."

Chapter 37 Zhang Lingyu is shocked! Is Zhang Xuan really schizophrenic?

"Brother, we are getting closer and closer to the Luotian Grand Ceremony. I finally understand."

The Ten Thousand Thunders Purgatory Prison dispersed, and the lightning particles returned to Zhang Xuanzhen's body. Zhang Lingyu held a Taoist scroll with the word "Zhen" in his hand, smiling like a child who had found a treasure.

Wanlei Purgatory Prison, he has learned it!

"Not bad! Not bad! After more than half a month, Lingyu, you finally learned it. I am very pleased. Now that you have learned it, I have nothing more to teach you. You have to walk the future path by yourself."

Zhang Lingyu asked in confusion: "Brother, where is the Dao Scroll of the Thunder Clone?"

"You want to learn?"

"Yes, brother."

"You can't learn this. I'm not trying to discourage you. It takes a lot of effort for me to engrave the Dao talisman on the lightning particles, and the success rate is less than 90%."

"Brother, how do you know I can't learn it if you don't teach me?" Zhang Lingyu was a little dissatisfied.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure!"

After being whipped by Thunder's clone for so many days, Zhang Lingyu vowed to learn how to whip others.

"Okay, since you are so sincere, I will show you mercy and teach you this supreme magic!"

"Three thousand thunder phantoms!"

Zhang Lingyu's eyes couldn't help but become hot, and even brighter.

Zhang Xuanzhen put away his phone, facing the setting sun, the sunset glow fell on his body, his whole body seemed to be filled with divine light, he turned his head and said to Zhang Lingyu: "The elements of understanding the Three Thousand Thunder Illusionary Body are different from those of the Ten Thousand Thunder Purgatory Prison. In addition to mastering that one Taoist scroll, you must also do one thing..."

"Brother, what is it?"

After hearing his junior brother's support, Zhang Xuanzhen said in a serious tone: "Multitasking is schizophrenia."

"What? Brother, you are schizophrenic!"

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"Uncle Xuanzhen, you really are, why do you always bully Uncle Lingyu? Lu Linglong from the Lu family was also bullied by you when you went up the mountain, so why don't you bully others less!"

In Zhang Lingyu's bedroom, Lin Sulian, a female disciple of Rongshan, was applying medicine to Zhang Lingyu with a resentful tone.

Zhang Xuanzhen said unhappily: "Junior brother, if someone told you, what! You are schizophrenic, what would you think?"

"Ah? Beat him up!"

"That's not right."

Lin Sulian looked at the unconscious Zhang Lingyu and asked curiously, "But why did Junior Master Lingyu say that Junior Master Xuanzhen is schizophrenic?"

"Nephew, you know a ewe ran out of the sheepfold and watched a few humans slaughtering a cow. Why was the ewe also slaughtered?"

"Because humans want to eat roasted whole lamb." Lin Sulian said with an idea.

"Wrong." Zhang Xuanzhen said sinisterly, "Because the ewe knows too much."

"Ah..." Lin Sulian's face turned red.

"Uncle Xuanzhen, you are scary."

"Hmph! Hurry up and apply the medicine. What's wrong with scaring you? I still need to ask you for money."

"Ah? Why are you charging me money?"

Lin Sulian’s little head was full of doubts.

Zhang Xuanzhen explained seriously: "Nephew, do you like your Junior Uncle Lingyu? Just tell me if you like him or not, okay?"

"Yes!" Lin Sulian blushed like a bubble teapot.

"I have created such a good condition for you, giving you the opportunity to apply medicine on Lingyu's back. Tell me whether you have made a profit or not?"

"earn!"

"So you have to give me the money. Transfer 4396 yuan to me after this is over."

"Ah? So cheap? But why is it 4396? Does this number have any commemorative significance?"

"Of course, 4 represents today is Thursday, 9 represents the three of us, 6 is my birth month, and is my birth day.

Did I explain it clearly enough?"

Lin Sulian's shocked face.

The sound of gold coins arriving in the account rang out. After Zhang Xuanzhen received the money, he reminded Lin Sulian, "Master, I'm leaving now. You are not allowed to mess around. Your Junior Master Lingyu has a woman outside. You can take advantage of her appropriately. I won't tell anyone else."

"Uncle Xuanzhen! I'm just helping Uncle Lingyu apply the medicine! Besides, you're obviously my favorite! Who else would help apply the medicine so late at night?"

Lin Sulian said to Zhang Xuanzhen angrily.

"I'm super!"

Zhang Xuanzhen decisively ran away. He could not accept this evil fate. He would not allow it. Only the transaction of money between them was eternal.

Not long after Zhang Xuanzhen left, Lin Sulian applied medicine to Zhang Lingyu and prepared to leave.

"cough……"

Zhang Lingyu woke up.

"Uncle Lingyu, you're awake."

"Nephew, why are you here? How did I get back?"

"Master Junior, you were brought back by Master Xuanzhen. I just applied medicine on you. It won't leave scars."

"Hiss..." Zhang Lingyu moved and felt pain all over his body.

"Brother, you are so cruel. Didn't you just say something about schizophrenia..."

"Master Junior, why do you say that Master Junior Xuanzhen is schizophrenic?"

Zhang Lingyu looked innocent and explained, "Brother, you can use the Three Thousand Thunder Illusion Body move. The core element is to do two things at the same time, which is schizophrenia. I said, "Brother, are you schizophrenic?" Then..."

Lin Sulian was dumbfounded when she heard this.

"Master Junior, then Master Xuanzhen is really schizophrenic?"

"I think……"

………………

Zhang Xuanzhen was completely confused. There was something wrong with Lin Sulian, the beautiful, rich and wealthy niece, today. She looked at him strangely and even gave him chocolates and cakes.

It's like...

I can't remember it for a moment.

Zhang Xuan didn't think much about it. The day of Luotian Dajiao was approaching, and everything that needed to be buried on the mountain had been buried. The next step was to make some things that could be sold to earn some extra money, and by the way, to sort out some disguised garbage.

"Sikong, how long will it take for your package to arrive?"

Bai Xiaosheng: "Brother Zhang, I checked the courier itinerary. It has arrived in Yingtan and is being delivered. It should arrive today."

"Row."

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Xuanzhen received a courier and took out two boxes of old items.

What should Longhushan sell? Of course, it should sell treasures with culture, historical background, characters, and the flavor of time.

"Junior brother, what are you doing with such a big box?"

"Brother Rongshan, my box is full of treasures."

"Oh? Find a place...we'll talk about it in detail."

"Go away... Brother, there is no Tifa's dreamland or Sister 2b's wonderful adventure here."

When Rong Shan heard this, his face turned serious and he said, "You just bought some random things. The Luotian Grand Ceremony is coming soon, so don't be lazy, Junior Brother."

"Have I ever been lazy? In order for our Tianshi Mansion not to be succeeded by the bastard nephew, I tried my best to train Junior Brother Lingyu. I didn't rest at all, and I worked hard."

"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother."

"Brother, I'm leaving now. I'll go back and unpack the boxes."

Back in the house, Zhang Xuanzhen couldn't wait to unpack the box.

Glass beads, jade statues, Buddha statues, Taoist ancestor statues, obsidian bracelets, heart mirrors, glass jade rings...

"The total purchase cost is 7,000. I should be able to sell it for at least ten times that. I might even run into someone like Feng Baobao, a big enemy. Hehehehe..."

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhang Lingyu broke in and saw Zhang Xuanzhen packing a box of antiques.

"Lingyu, do you know what auspicious day the Luotian Dajiao is?"

"what?"

"It's a good day to make money. There are many wealthy people among the aliens. I can use my Qi to cover up the flaws of the material itself, and then sell it. In the capital, I have another villa."

"Brother, this is not good, right?"

"Lingyu, if you dare to leak the secret, your Xia He...I will hide her."

"Brother, stop kidding. You don't even know where Xia He is."

"Isn't Xia He in Dongxiang Village at this time?"

Zhang Lingyu looked at Zhang Xuanzhen in shock.

"Junior brother, if Xia He dares to give false information, she will die miserably."

Zhang Xuanzhen's smile turned cold.

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Chapter 38 The Great Enemy on Longhu Mountain

"Xuanzhen, Lingyu, accompany me to the front mountain."

"The Luotian Grand Ceremony is about to begin." Zhang Xuanzhen muttered to himself and followed the old Taoist priest up the mountain path.

The front hill of Longhushan is the territory of the Tourism Bureau and is open to tourists.

"Master, I saw my future wife, so I'm going to withdraw first."

When they arrived at the front mountain, Zhang Xuanzhen made an excuse to escape.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest couldn't help but shook his head and murmured, "If you really find a wife for me as a disciple, I will laugh out loud."

Zhang Lingyu listened thoughtfully, wondering whether his master would be happy or unhappy after Xia He married him.

"Old Master!"

"The old master is here."

Several leaders appeared and walked towards the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhiwei with a smile.

"Lingyu, just go and have a look around."

"Okay Master."

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There are many tourists going to Mount Longhu every day. Zhang Xuanzhen carried a sack of antiques and found a good place. He took out the cloth and spread it on the ground. Then he put the jade Buddha, the Three Pure Ones, the glass beads, the rings and other things on the stall.

At this time, Zhang Xuanzhen had a white beard, wore a long white wig, and a simple Taoist robe. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, concentrated his mind and waited for the big enemy to come.

After about three or four minutes, some tourists appeared and came to the stall to pick and choose and ask about the prices.

When they heard that Zhang Xuanzhen offered 50,000 for a jade ring, many people were scared away.

"Master, your ring is made of glass."

Zhou Qihang was playing with two walnuts in his left hand. They had been polished for five or six years and were covered with patina. As the owner of an antique shop of a medium-sized scale and also an extraordinary person, he could tell at a glance whether the items on the stall were real or fake.

This was very fresh, at least there was something real here, but as he observed it, he found that the things on it were a bit strange.