Fortune and misfortune have always been interdependent.
Failure to return the favor would most likely lead to disaster, but Zhang Zhong and Yourong had to take this risk.
They really need higher strength.
It can make many people in Zhangjiazhuang disappear silently, and they must face immigrants, even immigrants who have practiced for a long time.
If they have not even reached the threshold of spiritual practice, it will be extremely difficult to track down and rescue them in this matter, and death is a high probability.
But this is something that must be done.
They were all people of the same clan and clan, Zhang Zhongnan was so cold-blooded that he ignored them.
His heart can be very hard, but he will never be cold to his own people.
On the rugged mountain road, there was an extra person on Zhang Zhong’s back.
The group of four people moved in a hurry, but Rong did not forget to cover up at the rear, trying to lose the direction of King Jin Chan's pursuit.
Some small methods may not be of much use, but if accumulated, they will most likely extend the time for the opponent to pursue you.
"Only through constant accumulation, many things will fall into place!"
Mrs. Yourong also tried her best to teach her son, who had become one of the immigrants.
"Our strength is not strong to begin with. If we don't do the things we have accumulated over time, let alone the water that will flow into the canal, it may be just a luxury to see a trace of water filling the canal." Zhang Zhong said in a dull voice: "You may not be able to climb higher if you move forward step by step, but it is better than
It’s better not to accumulate.”
The couple may have sensed something and tried their best to teach Zhang Xuezhou.
"You're right, learning is a process that gets tiring day by day, and there is no shortcut!"
Zhang Xuezhou nodded, agreeing very much with the parents' words and deeds.
Many words and deeds are reflections of his reality.
His recent accumulated results are very good. After challenging the monthly ranking again, Zhang Xuezhou has stepped into the 153rd position of Yucai Middle School.
This is related to his ever-expanding study time. The longer he studies seriously, the deeper his accumulation will be, and his ranking will rise rapidly.
This kind of rising speed is likely to advance dozens of places in more than ten days, and will not slow down until it reaches a true watershed for top students.
If it weren't for schizophrenia, Zhang Xuezhou was very sure that he must be one of the top students.
In addition to his daily study, he has not stopped during the winter and summer vacations over the years.
Know your own weaknesses, and if you don't make good use of your time to make up for them, there will be no chance of even catching up.
Zhang Zhong and Yourong taught one thing, but Zhang Xuezhou thought of another thing. He felt that he himself was a person who kept accumulating.
When the time comes, he will be able to get a scholarship to see a doctor.
The conditioning tips provided by Ren Anran sounded like generic goods, but Zhang Xuezhou somehow had a mysterious feeling about cultivation.
He didn't know whether it was because he was ill and had a misunderstanding in his thinking, or whether the conditioning tips Ren Anran gave him were indeed miraculous.
This issue requires further communication between him and Ren Anran.
"who?"
When Zhang Xuezhou's mind was wandering, he heard the wind-breaking knife that Zhang Zhong was carrying coming out of its sheath, and he shouted loudly, and suddenly there was a hint of coldness in the rugged mountain forest trail.
"After the calculation, I got ten thousand taels of gold. I've met all the fellow Taoists!"
When Zhang Zhong glanced behind him, he saw a golden-robed Taoist walking out from behind a big tree.
The other party held a golden arithmetic chip and bowed in an extremely polite manner.
But the appearance of the golden-robed Taoist made everyone feel nervous.
There is no other reason for this. Although the golden-robed Taoist has human behavior, his face does not appear to be completely human.
Zhang Xuezhou opened his eyes and saw that the golden-robed Taoist's cheeks were bulging, rising and falling like a thin film.
Dots of golden patterns appear on the opponent's face, as if he is wearing some kind of mask, and there is a bit of weirdness in the ferociousness.
When the Taoist opened his mouth, a slender scarlet tongue that was twenty centimeters in length unconsciously brushed the edge of his lips.
Zhang Xuezhou inexplicably remembered that the second elder Zhang Houtu mentioned that there was a kind of hanged ghost with a long tongue in the world in order to intimidate them into obedience.
"There are really hanged people in this world!"
Zhang Xuezhou muttered slightly, took a step back and hid behind Cuo Bugui.
"He is not a hanged man..."
"Why do you insult people's innocence? I am a demon, not a ghost. I am a winkless thing. What Mr. Jin hates most in his life is his lack of winks..."
Fu Bugui reluctantly opened his eyes and took a look, then whispered.
But before he finished his low-pitched explanation, Jin Wanliang looked as if he had been greatly insulted, his sharp eyes swept over Zhang Xuezhou, and he cursed Zhang Xuezhou.
This kind of monster is completely different from the monster in Zhang Xuezhou's impression, which is full of evil spirit and kills countless people. Zhang Xuezhou can't help but feel relieved.
But then he heard the sound of Zhang Zhong drawing the knife very quickly.
'Ding'
An extremely clear sound of contact was heard, and Zhang Zhong's right hand holding the knife shook slightly, and he unnaturally took a step back.
"The force of his tongue is the same as that of a bow and arrow. Keep your distance and don't let him get closer!"
Zhang Zhong was holding the Broken Wind Knife, and his heart felt tense for a moment.
If Jin Wanliang hadn't been tens of meters away from them, his eyes wouldn't have been able to catch the opponent's blow.
Only by keeping a sufficient distance to defend, he could barely block this big monster.
When Zhang Zhong spoke, Rong raised his hand to draw the bow, and an arrow had already left the string.
"Wow!"
In the mountain road, the golden-robed Taoist jumped at the arrow that came in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared.
"Don't look for him anymore. Let's go quickly. He shrank while avoiding the bow and arrow. We have to rush back to the Taoist temple while he transforms into a demon!"
Before Zhang Zhong and others could understand it, Hao Bugui had already quickly explained and urged him.
"The demon is also afraid of bows and arrows?"
When Zhang Xuezhou ran away, he couldn't help but ask some relevant questions about Cuo Bugui.
"I was afraid that you would cut my neck with a knife. Do you think that great cultivators are not afraid of anything? Master Chao, who was in the Self-Improvement Realm, was chopped in half by an assassin in a busy city in the past years. It is not unusual for a fifth-level demon to be afraid of bows and arrows!"
Hao Bugui glanced at Zhang Xuezhou.
Perhaps the immigrants had shown extraordinary skills, which gave Zhang Xuezhou some illusion, thinking that the immigrants were extraordinary and completely crushed ordinary people.
But immigrants also distinguish between literary and martial arts cultivators.
Literary cultivators are good at mysterious arts and have all kinds of strange and magical abilities. The higher the realm, the more various kinds of transcendental abilities they have. Martial cultivators have strong energy and blood and have huge power in short-distance bursts.
Techniques have specializations. Great practitioners of literary cultivation are not afraid of the invasion of small magic techniques, and great practitioners of martial arts are not afraid of low-level sword techniques. However, when the two cross paths, they produce completely different effects.
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Great practitioners of literary cultivation are afraid of surprise attacks by swords, and great practitioners of martial arts may also be pulled away from the balance of the battle by some small techniques.
Each of them has its own path and corresponding shortcomings. No one can achieve absolute invincibility.
How to exploit strengths and avoid weaknesses, how to maintain one's own advantages, how to avoid falling into disadvantages, how to exploit the opponent's weaknesses, how to defeat the opponent, how to maintain a balance of forces...
Cultivation is not about constantly hitting the realm and improving. It requires perfecting oneself, and also requires a pair of smart eyes to win in the battle.
Each level of realm is different, but the outcome of the battle is not determined solely by the level of cultivation.
This is also the main reason why Hou Bugui is willing to bet on Zhang Zhong and others and let them assist him.
But now, the one who is chasing him is not the crazy Jin Chan Dharma King, but his disciple Sun Jin Wanliang. Hao Bugui is convinced that he has a high chance of saving his life. This chapter has been completed!