In the simple wooden house, Zhang Zhong's voice was full of joy, and Rong's voice could not stop sobbing.
It is relatively common for men to bleed and vomit blood after being injured in battle, and they will be generally healed after a few days of training. However, a weakling like Zhang Xuezhou who vomits blood has to make people worry.
Seeing Zhang Xuezhou finally open his eyes after a night, Zhang Zhong's heart finally relaxed.
"Er Baozi, I told you to eat less, just in moderation, even a few mouthfuls of soup. Why did you greedily eat a large piece of snake meat!" Zhang Zhong scolded.
"Please call me Zhang Xuezhou!"
Zhang Xuezhou said something harsh and mentioned his name.
He wiped his mouth, rolled on the bed again, and patted his body.
There was no strange feeling in his body. Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he was indeed very auspicious in the dream. When he fell asleep again, his injuries seemed to be healed.
"Why don't you learn how to boat? Do you still want to be a boatman in the future?"
Zhang Zhong did not deny that Zhang Xuezhou randomly chose the name for himself. According to his thoughts on the name, the name Zhang Erbao sounded very nice.
"There is no limit to the sea of learning, but hard work is the only way to make a boat. This is the meaning of the words in the teachings of the sages." Zhang Xuezhou reiterated again and again: "I will not go to row a boat to make money as a boatman."
"Then your name isn't good either. It doesn't sound right if it's called Ku Ku Ku Ku," Zhang Zhong said.
"Children from poor families want to make progress, but they are just miserable!"
Zhang Xuezhou sighed in his heart.
He didn't have any special thoughts about his name, but in reality it was this name, and he had to have this name in his dream.
Only by remembering his name at all times, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he will not get lost in his dreams.
Arguing over names was obviously not an easy topic to discuss. Zhang Xuezhou looked at Zhang Zhong and started to talk nonsense.
"You look the same as usual. You seem to have fallen into some kind of state?"
Zhang Xuezhou was obviously involved in Zhang Zhong's sadness.
I am quite old, and I was injured as a soldier in the past, which resulted in hidden injuries on my body...
Due to many factors, Zhang Zhong did not have any extraordinary opportunity, but was no different from usual.
The only thing that made him happy was that the rain and dew had finally come to him, and he had benefited from it. Not only was his strength stronger, but his body also had infinite vitality, and some of the internal troubles in the past had been eliminated.
It was a pity not to enter the country, but Zhang Zhongxin was also satisfied with his good health.
He doesn't appear greedy.
When Zhang Xuezhou came back alive in one breath, Zhang Zhong felt that things were very good and there could be no better situation than this.
“It’s difficult to enter the country when you get older, not just for me, but for others too!”
Zhang Zhong emphasized that he was not the only one who failed.
"But Zhang Changgong and Zhang Cigong met by chance and produced a seed of entry," Zhang Zhong said: "If they can visit the famous master, they can become strong men of entry in the future!"
"Are the powerful people entering the country very powerful?" Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but ask.
"When you sit in a village, it is naturally difficult to see the vast world outside," Zhang Zhong said: "Strong people who enter the country can learn skills and have various abilities!"
"Skill?"
"The martial arts that many people in the villages you see are learning is the most superficial form of physical skills. This is the basis of martial arts. There are also techniques in it. When the magic is infused, you can fly into the air, and with a wave of your hand, you can burst into flames, or
The wind is howling, and there is also flying snow and ice!”
Zhang Zhong made gestures and kept talking about the strong immigrants he knew.
"Are you kidding?" Zhang Xuezhou said in surprise: "The human body is made of flesh, how can it be possible to set fire and wind and snow with a wave of your hand? This must be a trick with the help of props!"
"Don't you believe it?" Zhang Zhong said displeasedly: "If you don't believe in the magic of magic, at least you are familiar with archery!"
"Is there anything special about the archery skills of immigrants?"
"When I was in the Feiyu Army in the north, I saw the general shooting arrows casually. The arrows shot were thousands of meters away, and they hit the target ten times out of ten. The power can penetrate rocks!"
"So, those who enter the country are stronger than you and can shoot farther!"
"What if the general hits the copper coin hole thousands of meters away every time he shoots an arrow?"
…
Zhang Zhong's words made Zhang Xuezhou examine the word entry for the first time.
His strength is weak, but he is not unfamiliar with bows and arrows.
It is precisely because of his familiarity that Zhang Xuezhou understands the stringent requirements of heavy bow, strength, eyesight, mental effort, calculation and other requirements to draw a bow and shoot an arrow for a thousand meters.
This is something that is difficult for normal people to do.
Zhang Zhong chose the bow and arrow that Zhang Xuezhou was familiar with. Just a brief explanation made Zhang Xuezhou understand the huge gap between them.
Even if the effective shooting range is ten meters further, it is still a huge advantage in a duel between archers.
The range of the general mentioned by Zhang Zhong is nearly 700 meters farther than that of Zhang Baojia, Zhang Zhong and others.
If Zhang Baojia, Zhang Zhong and others fought against each other, they would be shot to death without anyone seeing them.
This is just the power of the general's casual arrow shooting.
For the first time, Zhang Xuezhou was curious about entering the dream world, and he no longer had the past thoughts of passing the day.
In addition to receiving treatment from Dr. Ren, maybe he can also find some ways to try to break out of this imprisonment-like dream.
Entry may be a variable introduced that allows him to break through the fog of confinement and seek a glimmer of light.
"Can I enter the country?"
He couldn't help but ask.
"You... son, it's good that we can live in peace for the rest of our lives!"
Zhang Chong responded earnestly.
Zhang Xuezhou was poisoned after swallowing a mouthful of monster meat that stimulated his body. Zhang Zhong felt that Zhang Xuezhou was not suitable for such a radical and exciting entry method.
He now realized with hindsight that the general gave some people some demon meat, and these people also got the chance to soar into the sky. It was more likely that they were pushed to the critical edge.
If you don't have enough foundation, even taking monster meat is just a waste of time.
There are many cases like Zhang Xuezhou's in the village, and there are also many more people who fall asleep after taking monster meat.
When they woke up from a dream, these people had nothing to gain but a shock.
What is special is Zhang Changgong and Zhang Cigong. These two people have always been among the best among their peers in the village. They have laid an extremely solid foundation, and thus have a basis for entry.
But whether the two of them can enter the country, they still need to visit a famous teacher and learn the art of entry.
"In other words, in addition to stimulating the body, some kind of exercise method is also needed." Zhang Xuezhou concluded: "Otherwise, it will be useless no matter how much meat you eat?"
"You're right!"
"Dad, do you have any friends who have entered the country? Let them guide us and teach us some methods!"
"Dragon does not live with snake!"
Zhang Zhong sighed and then stopped responding to Zhang Xuezhou's request.
The hunters like them and the aloof immigrants are completely different worlds.
He had seen immigrants, even one of the most powerful immigrants in the world, but Zhang Zhong had only seen them from a distance, without any related involvement or entanglement.
He was unable to send Zhang Xuezhou to the Holy Land of Cultivation, nor could he give Zhang Xuezhou a chance to enter the country.
Even Zhang Changgong and Zhang Cigong had to knock on the door of practice and visit various places of practice to see which place they liked, so that they could take them in and practice in order to explore the entrance gate.
"too difficult!"
Zhang Zhong did not respond, but Yourong mentioned various difficulties in entering the country to practice.
This made Zhang Xuezhou realize the reality immediately, and his thoughts instantly returned to the way he used to pass the time.
"But things are not irreversible!"
You Rong thought for a long time before asking Xiang Zhong.
"A few years ago, we met a Taoist priest in Jiuchipo who collected money to save people. He seemed to be an expert hermit and possessed the art of cultivation!" said Yourong.
"You mean the old Taoist from Jiuchi Taoist Temple?"
Zhang Zhong turned his eyes slightly.
"But he only treats patients and ignores others," Zhang Zhong said.
"patient?"
Zhang Xuezhou felt energetic immediately.
"I am the patient!"
He muttered something, pointed at himself and said loudly: "I am seriously ill!" This chapter has been completed!