"Give each of the residents of the lake island a pound of meat and half a pound of wine. I want everyone to rejoice with me!"
Get off the Qixingtai.
Zhang Heng called Xiaoyue and gave instructions with a smile.
“Brother, where does joy come from?”
Xiaoyue is full of questions.
Zhang Heng replied: "The ancestor took pity on me and gave me elixir to strengthen my body and strengthen my magic power. How can I not be happy?"
Xiaoyue seemed to understand but didn't understand. She raised her head and looked up at the sky.
“Don’t look, the ancestors have already moved on.”
While Zhang Heng responded, he also warned: "Send telegrams to all major dioceses and ask them to select strong, sincere believers who are not yet married, and report the number of believers back to me. I will be of great use."
“Yes, senior brother.”
Xiaoyue respectfully stepped down.
After Xiaoyue left, Zhang Heng looked at the jujube in his hand again.
Master Tao's Zhengao Zhuan, two chapters on fortune-telling, says: Jade wine, gold syrup, pear, fire and jujube are the medicine for soaring. Taking it can give you the ability to fly to the sky. [If you don't know what flying sky is, you can search for Dunhuang flying sky.
picture】
Flying to heaven!
Although Zhang Heng has studied all over three mountains and knows thirty-six kinds of magical powers, some of them are just memorized and cannot be used at all with his magical power.
Furthermore, among the Taoist minor magical powers he came into contact with, there was no flying method. Now eating a fire date can give him the ability to fly, which made him feel a little dazed for a while.
Swallow!
Like swallowing grapes, he swallowed the peanut-sized jujubes in one bite.
Immediately afterwards, there was a feeling of lightness, as if I was infinitely light and could ride on the wind at any time if I wanted to.
“Flying!”
Just do it.
Zhang Heng stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his whole body rose into the sky.
“What a strong wind!”
Zhang Heng had a sense of déjà vu when he bought a ticket on a plane and was hung outside the plane.
At this speed, Zhang Heng's cheeks hurt due to the strong wind. He estimated that the speed was 800m/s, which is nearly 3,000 kilometers per hour.
“Hanging!”
Zhang Heng stopped flying and looked at the ground beneath his feet.
I can’t stand it anymore. I’m a little afraid of heights and can’t watch this.
“Landing!”
Stop flying and land on the ground.
The moment he stepped on the ground, Zhang Heng felt his whole body become heavier, which was in sharp contrast to when he was flying into the sky.
“I’m actually afraid of heights!” Zhang Heng felt a little uncomfortable: “I’ve flown on a plane and played on the glass walkway, and I don’t seem particularly scared!”
It was fine when flying, but when he looked at his feet, Zhang Heng couldn't hold himself back.
It’s really weird.
The legendary immortals come and go high, aren't they afraid of heights?
Still, the method he used is wrong. The flying method looks scarier than the cloud-stepping method.
“Maybe it’s really a matter of method.”
Zhang Heng, think back.
The Immortal uses the method of stepping on clouds to soar into the clouds and ride on the mist. There is a cloud under his feet.
Looking down, the first thing you see is the auspicious clouds, just like standing on a building looking at the outside world, you feel safe in your heart.
The flying method is different, there are no auspicious clouds, and you can see the ground directly when you look down.
People will have physical fear when they look down from a high place.
This is instinct, because humans are terrestrial creatures. To overcome this instinct, only by carrying out a series of intensive training like skydiving enthusiasts can the brain develop a sense of safety.
“Damn it, I’m actually afraid of heights!”
Zhang Heng looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no one was there.
He is a future immortal. If people know that he is afraid of heights, how will he go out to hang out in the future?
Zhang Heng was just thinking when the sound of paddling suddenly came to his ears.
"Um?"
Zhang Heng looked back fiercely.
When he caught his eye, there was a girl in her twenties standing by the lake, covering her body with clothes, looking at him with a look of shock on her face.
“May you be blessed with infinite blessings!”
Zhang Heng quickly looked away, not to look at anything inappropriate.
“Doctor Zhang”
A little.
The girl put on her clothes and went ashore shyly.
Zhang Heng took a closer look and saw a shy girl with a shy face and two rose-colored grape dots on her chest, which were particularly eye-catching under the moonlight.
“It’s a poem!”
Zhang Heng recognized who the person was.
Xiao Fan's confidante, the daughter of a drug dealer in Sifang City, Lin Shi'er.
Speaking of fate, it was fate. When Xiao Fan died, several of his confidantes would suffer.
Especially this Lin Shier and that Jiang Xue. The former had already had a falling out with her family because she wanted to leave with Xiao Fan, and the latter was just pregnant with Xiao Fan's child.
After Xiao Fan died, the two of them had their own difficulties. They couldn't just leave and marry someone else like others.
Yes.
After Xiao Fan's death, his harem group disbanded.
There used to be a girl named Yun'er, who was cute and short in stature. She followed a young doctor from the town across the lake.
It is said that Yun'er is from the town opposite. Before she met Xiao Fan, she and the young man were childhood sweethearts.
Later, he met Xiao Fan who was injured and took him in. While Xiao Fan was recovering from his injuries, he was conquered by his evil smile and achieved good things in a muddle-headed manner.
According to the established script, even if Yun'er could not become the first wife, she would still be indispensable as the third wife among the three wives and four concubines.
It’s a pity that everything has no ifs. The only reason to blame is Xiao Fan’s short life.
After his death, Yun'er was found and taken away from her family.
The last time Zhang Heng heard of her was half a month ago, when he married the young man.
And she was not the head wife, but was married as a concubine. After all, she had been ruined by others, so how could a good family marry her as a head wife? It would be good to get a concubine.
“Doctor Zhang, can I ask you something?”
Lin Shier lowered her head and said weakly.
"What's up?"
Lin Shier is also a person with stories.
Zhang Heng hadn’t seen her for a few days and thought she had gone home.
Look now, I’m still on the island. I don’t know if I went home and was kicked out, or if I didn’t dare to go back at all.
"Is such that."
Lin Shier raised her head slightly.
Zhang Heng found that she was much thinner than before, with a kind of morbid beauty on her face like Lin Daiyu: "There is a ghost master named Zhou Tong. When Brother Fan was here, he used to peep at my beauty.
It’s just that Brother Fan doesn’t dare to act rashly.”
"Now that Brother Fan is gone, he has spoken frivolously to me over and over again. I drank some wine two days ago and still think about it."
Lin Shier did not have the nerve to say the rest of the story and sobbed: "Later, Chairman Gu came and scolded him away. Now I don't dare to sleep deeply at night, for fear that I will sleep too hard and be occupied by him.
"
Forehead
Zhang Heng had some impressions of Zhou Tong.
Zhou Tong, codenamed Decay Ghost, has the ability to decay people, ghosts, or objects.
He is long, short and fat, hard to describe.
He is less than 90 centimeters tall. Although Zhang Heng has never seen what the real Wu Dalang looks like, he thinks that compared with Zhou Tong, Wu Dalang is also a powerful and handsome young man.
“You want me to transfer Zhou Tong away?”
Zhang Heng thought for a moment, but did not refuse: "I'll tell President Gu later that there's a shortage of people in Guangzhou, so I'd like him to come over and start a fight."
After saying that, Zhang Heng added: "Fan Zi has left, and a dead person cannot be resurrected. You should make plans early. You are beautiful, and a man has just died. As the saying goes, there is a lot of trouble in front of a widow.
you"
Before finishing speaking, Lin Shier said quietly: "Doctor Zhang, I am not married to Brother Fan, so I am not a widow."
“The principles are the same.”
From Zhang Heng's point of view, Lin Shi'er has been with Xiao Fan for three years. Although she is not married to Xiao Fan, there is no big difference between not being married and being married.
You know, many couples don’t stay together for more than three years.
Except for not giving birth to a child or holding a wedding banquet, Lin Shier is actually just like a widow.
“Dr. Zhang, actually I have thought about it too”
Lin Shier was a little shy: "I think Zhang Jingduan, Daochang Zhang is a good person, and he is a person worthy of trust."
ha?
Zhang Heng’s heart was filled with thousands of horses galloping, but he only had one thought: “Does Zhang Jingduan still have to thank you??”
Zhang Jingduan is not very good. It is no exaggeration to say that this boy has the qualities of a real immortal.
The question is, can you like him, or can he like you?
O Young Master of Longhu Mountain!
If this were in ancient times, he would be a man who was to be made a duke. Why do you want to marry him?
“I heard that Taoist Zhang Jingduan already has a wife.”
Lin Shier is ordinary and confident. She said delicately: "I am willing to marry him as my concubine."
"I'll talk about it later. Whether it works or not depends on God's will." Zhang Heng was completely speechless and said bluntly: "It's late and the night is cold. You should go back quickly."
“Thank you, Dr. Zhang.”
Lin Shier took three steps and turned around.
After walking far away, Zhang Heng looked back and found a white moon-colored bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water hanging on the branch.
"How long has Fanzi been gone?" Looking at the mandarin duck on his bellyband, Zhang Heng sighed: "He is also careless."
In many novels, the protagonist enjoys the blessings of everyone, like a bulldozer, with countless harems.
But speaking of it, people are all the same. If men are greedy, wouldn’t women be greedy?
The small mouth of a woman is much more greedy than that of a man. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
The protagonists of many novels have many wives and concubines and numerous confidants.
Thinking about it carefully, I’m afraid there is more story behind it, right?
A novel, two million words.
The dozen or so heroines before and after could have written another 3 million words of extras. I don’t know if the protagonists recalled that they had no doubts about their narrow time and their talents, which have suddenly become clear now.