Chapter two hundred and forty-eight: a real immortal
Zhang Heng has never been to Beihuang.
Not much is known about the Northern Wilderness tribe.
But think with your toes.
Two gold cakes, two slaves, and three women are not a small amount of money.
The land of the Central Plains.
Although the craftsmen's salary is good, it is just a living.
In the Changsheng tribe, craftsmen are already a privileged class.
As the saying goes, businessmen pursue profit while ignoring national laws, while ordinary people struggle hard to survive.
If you are a craftsman and you work hard in the Central Plains for a day, the income from your labor is ten pieces of gold.
But in the Changsheng tribe, you can get a hundred or even a thousand big bucks, and your salary is ten times or a hundred times that of before. What will you choose?
It doesn't matter if you don't know.
Using history as a mirror, we can understand the past and present.
In the early years, foreign institutions poached a large number of our technical and scientific research talents with ten times the salary.
You can think about it. If you have the same job and change the environment, your salary will increase ten times or even a hundred times. Can you resist the temptation?
8,000 Tang coins a month or 80,000 Euros a month, how do you choose?
You can resist the temptation, where is your family?
foreseeable.
Faced with the Changsheng Tribe’s heavy investment in seeking talents, there will definitely be many craftsmen who will rush to the Northern Wilderness with their families.
They will bring advanced forging technology from the Central Plains and quickly bridge the forging gap between the grassland nomads and the Central Plains farming people.
"Valuing craftsmen and talents."
"The Changsheng tribe has a bright leader, and its rise is imminent."
Zhang Heng felt this.
In the Central Plains, wealth was mainly concentrated in the hands of merchants and gentry.
In the countryside, a squire can occupy 80% of the land in the village.
The whole village was working for him as sharecroppers.
When it comes to turning over, what do you use to turn over?
A few people occupy 90% of the wealth and are unwilling to share it with others.
In the Changsheng tribe, they are willing to use part of their profits to subsidize craftsmen and talents and increase their income and treatment.
Over time, brain drain is inevitable.
After all, no one is a god, so they have to eat.
"I think so."
"The Immortal Tribe will definitely become the enemy of the Central Plains in the future, so I suggested that the Twelve Princes come to the Northern Wilderness to develop. Firstly, the Northern Wilderness is far away from the hinterland of the Central Plains, so they can hide their strength and bide their time. Secondly, they can have more contact with the nomadic people in the north to understand what will happen in the future.
It’s easy to prevent accidents.”
Before rebirth.
Yang Pan led his troops everywhere to suppress the rebellion, and finally died fighting.
At that time, the Changsheng tribe had unified all the tribes in the north and claimed to control millions of strings.
Although Yang Pan didn't see the northern troops going south.
But thinking with your toes, seeing the melee in the Central Plains, it is impossible for the unified Northern Wilderness tribe to not have ideas.
So in Yang Pan's opinion.
You will face three stages of crisis.
The crisis in the first half is the rise of Hengzhen, the crisis in the middle is the rebellion in the Central Plains, and the crisis in the second half is the movement of nomadic tribes south.
At this moment, Hengzhen Dao began to shrink and was unable to come out of the Western Wasteland.
Yang Pan had nothing to do with them for the time being, so he could only adjust his thinking, build a high city, and accumulate grain widely, while developing strength in the Northern Wilderness while slowing down the development of the Changsheng tribe.
The effect is quite obvious.
King Min opened his mansion in the Northern Wilderness, and Yang Pan came into contact with many tribal leaders by taking advantage of the opportunity of opening trade routes with each other.
Some tribal leaders are also worried about the growing power of the Changsheng tribe. The two sides hit it off immediately and there is much room for cooperation.
"Master, the palace is here, please."
Talk while walking.
Prince Min's Mansion comes into view.
Under the leadership of Yang Pan, the guards quickly let him go, and not long after, Zhang Heng saw King Min in ordinary clothes.
how to say.
King Min looks to be in his thirties, and in terms of appearance, he is a bit unremarkable.
However, he has strong Qi and blood, and he should be accomplished in martial arts.
As for how high it is, I don't know.
It should be almost the same as Zhenxihou, or maybe a little weaker. Such a level of cultivation is pretty good for a prince.
"But Zhenren Zhang?"
Seeing Zhang Heng, King Min seemed very enthusiastic: "Little Wang has heard of the real person's name for a long time, and I just regret that we haven't been able to meet him for a long time."
Zhang Heng said expressionlessly: "King Min, you don't have to be polite. I'm here to take charge of Beihuang to protect you from the intrusion of Beihuang masters. I won't care about anything else."
King Min looked happy and bowed down and said, "Thank you so much, Master. With your help, I have nothing to worry about."
After he finished speaking, he added: "The real person has just come to the Northern Wilderness. As the host, Xiao Wang should fulfill his duties as a landlord and help the real person receive the wind and wash away the dust."
Zhang Heng refused directly: "I am a poor person in the mountains and don't like prosperity. Just arrange a place for me to live. If possible, don't bother me with other things."
King Min is the prince.
No one knows for sure that he will ascend to the throne of God in the future.
It is really difficult for Zhang Heng to get close to such a person, and he doesn't want to get close.
Because he was too close, he was used as a weapon for no reason.
"The real people are tired from driving and riding, so don't be in a hurry to receive the feast."
King Min is a qualified politician.
No matter what Zhang Heng said, he nodded in agreement, with an "I know, I understand" look on his face.
Look how slick he is.
Zhang Heng was even more unhappy in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface.
"Master, how is this house?"
I saw that Zhang Heng was not very interested in King Min.
Yang Pan quickly stepped forward to smooth things over and led him to the backyard of the palace.
This is the courtyard in the backyard of the palace.
There are rockeries, gardens, attics, and flowing water.
From here, you can also lead to Beicheng, which is said to be a gathering place for merchants. It is a half-commercial area and half-entertainment area with many interesting things.
"good."
Zhang Heng looked around and nodded noncommittally.
After hearing this, Yang Pan said from the side: "If the real person feels noisy, I will have someone build a temple for the real person on the mountain outside the city. I expect that with the real person's foot power, the exchange can only take place in a thought."
"No need."
Zhang Heng shook his head and said: "Cultivation of the Tao in the bustling world of mortals depends entirely on rules and regulations. If you are a true immortal in the secular world, you may not be cultivating but you are truly cultivating. This is a good place."
We are all vulgar people, but vulgar people are not vulgar.
Where is the monk?
It is not necessary to live in a Taoist temple or wear Taoist robes.
Zhang Heng likes to dress like a nobleman all day long.
It seems that he is a monk, but he seems not to be. He is not attached to appearance and does not pay attention to external matters. This is how a true monk is.
So in many legends.
A beggar can be a true cultivator, a cripple can be a true cultivator, a chivalrous man with a beard can be a true cultivator, and even a dwarf with a pockmarked face can be a true cultivator.
True cultivation depends on whether you practice the Way, not on your appearance or clothing.
There is no need to worry about where to live, how many people to serve, or how many powerful people you know.
The sky serves as a quilt and the earth serves as a bed.
Carrying a sword and walking around.
Lu Zu, aren’t you a true cultivator?
"Sure enough, the real person's every word is precious, extraordinary and ordinary."
Yang Pan brought Zhang Heng into the courtyard, his words full of admiration.
To be honest, he really envied Zhang Heng.
Strong strength, many friends, high character, and profound conduct.
When will he be able to be so cool?
"Real person..."
Zhang Heng just settled in the villa of Prince Min's Mansion.
Over there, there was the palace manager, leading eight pretty maids.
"These maids, some are good at piano and chess, some are good at calligraphy and painting, some are good at singing and dancing, and some are good at poetry and weapons. They are all carefully trained by the prince. They are definitely good. They can serve the real person for his daily rest."
The chief manager looked humble and said to Zhang Heng with his hands raised.
"The maid has seen a real person."
The eight maids saluted in unison.
Zhang Heng looked up.
King Min is indeed a member of the royal family and has a very high vision.
Each of these eight maids has their own merits, ranging in age from fifteen to twenty-six.
The bodies are different and the postures are charming.
There are dancers with slim waists, beauties with long legs, girls with big bears, and plump young women.
There was even a two-meter-tall female tribal warrior with a deserted look on her face.
A tall man over two meters tall.
Wild little braids.
With bronzed skin and a scimitar at her waist.
A real Amazon Valkyrie, wielding a big sword and riding a big horse, don’t you want to try it?
In no mood.
Zhang Heng read Huang Ting Jing.
"Just take a look."
Zhang Heng reached out and made a move.
Attract some leaves.
After blowing a breath, the leaves turned into a group of girls in green, dancing around Zhang Heng.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.
Zhang Heng said with a smile: "I'm showing my ugliness, I'm showing my ugliness."
After saying that, he gave instructions to the chief steward: "Go back and tell King Min that worldly affairs are a catastrophe. You are in the catastrophe and cannot extricate yourself. But I have escaped from it. Everything is done by my heart and will not be stained."
Ben Gen, forget about these beauties."
The chief steward opened his mouth.
But looking at Liu Yifei, Yang Mi, Li Zhien, Zhang Min, and Zhou Huimin transformed from leaves.
In the end, he said nothing and left in despair.
"Change as you wish, transform as you please."
"What's the taste of the world of mortals and me?"
Zhang Heng blew out another breath.
The girls turned into leaves again and flew back to the branches.
to be honest.
At Zhang Heng's level, it is no lie to say that he does not know the beauty of beautiful women.
He is not Fahai.
What has he not seen before? 36D is not scary, he has seen bigger ones.
As long as he sees and thinks of people.
Spells can be transformed and even given a personality.
The craziest thing you can think of.
Are the four beauties on the same stage, or is Xiao Longnu competing with Huang Rong for beauty?
With Zhang Heng, he can do anything he wants.
Even the two-dimensional girl is no problem.
One Piece, Do You Love the Empress of the Shichibukai?
Father's love is like a mountain, whether Qiuyue Aili loves it or not.
If you don’t like them all, Qianwumei Xiaomi and Hutao are the first ones to attack. There will always be one you like.
If there are none, it would be a bit of a stronghold to lock up men.
On the first day, send a beauty.
The second day.
The chief manager came again and brought Zhang Heng gold, silver, jewelry, and wrestlers.
Zhang Heng smiled but said nothing.
Point to a stone and the stone turns to gold.
Point to the tables and chairs, and the tables and chairs turn into jade.
Refer again to the ants.
The ants turned into two big men in black armor and fought fiercely together.
Seeing this scene, the chief manager's face turned pale.
The third day.
The chief steward is here again.
This time, he brought all kinds of fine wines and various delicacies.
Zhang Heng still didn't answer.
With a wave of his hand, the small bridge and flowing water turned into a wine pool.
Wave your hand again, and elbows, beef, chickens, ducks, dishes, and steamed buns will grow on the trees.
The chief manager did not believe in evil and stepped forward to pick a bun.
After one bite, the flavor of crab roe hits your taste buds. What kind of delicacy is this? Why is it so delicious?
"The real person is indeed an expert."
One bite of the crab roe bun was so delicious that it made me cry.
The chief manager was really convinced and bowed to Zhang Heng again and again, and did not bother him again for the next few days.
"Are you the master invited by my father?"
Fast forward half a month.
On this day, Zhang Heng was fishing when he saw a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old. She looked at him with a curious face: "Brother, I heard that there is a master in the family who can make all kinds of changes. It's you."
Okay, can you change it and show it to me?"
"What do you want to see?"
I saw a little girl dressed in pink and looking like her father.
Zhang Heng then knew that this should be King Min's daughter.
Don't say it yet.
King Min looks ordinary, but his daughter is quite cute.
His clear eyes, coupled with his big eyes full of curiosity and avoidance, coupled with the words "big brother", made Zhang Heng feel very good.
"I think, I want to see rabbits..."
The little girl tilted her head: "I used to have a little rabbit, which was raised by the maid next to me. Later, it died and I have never seen it again."
"Easy to say."
Zhang Heng threw the earthworm at hand, and in an instant, the earthworm turned into a rabbit.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Heng handed the rabbit to the little girl, but the little girl looked disgusted: "This is an earthworm, so disgusting."
"Um?"
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment.
The little girl looked at him in disbelief.
"Brother, where is Tutu?"
The little girl is still waiting for his change.
Hear the call.
Zhang Heng came back to his senses, looked at the little girl, and felt a little guilty in his heart.
"wait."
Zhang Heng returned to the room and after a while, he took out a little rabbit: "Here, this is the little rabbit you want."
The little girl immediately refused: "Big brother is lying, this is a tea cup, not a rabbit."
"Huh!"
Seeing that his magic trick was discovered again, Zhang Heng became interested.
"Look what this is."
Zhang Heng took out a cup.
The little girl looked at it and replied: "This is an apple."
"what about this."
Zhang Heng took out another object.
"Stone..."
The little girl tilted her head and looked at Zhang Heng and asked, "Who said you would change your tone?"
Zhang Heng heard the sound.
He was stunned for a moment, then smiled dumbly.
When it comes to the method of transformation, Xu Hongru, the master of Hengzhen Taoism, is undoubtedly the first.
He learned this transformation skill from the secret book he obtained in exchange for Thunder Fire Fruit.
I'm getting started, but I'm not very proficient.
In the eyes of knowledgeable people, it cannot be said to be good at change.
certainly.
The general manager and maids in Prince Min's palace also have some discernment.
So it was passed around that he was good at changing things.
"Little girl, what's your name?"
Zhang Heng knelt down and looked into the little girl's eyes: "Your eyes are so beautiful."
The little girl's eyes are clear and untainted by dust.
He thought she was born with wisdom, but now he saw that her eyes were not ordinary eyes, as if she had the innate ability to see through the magic of change.
I just don’t know, does King Min know that his daughter has this ability?
I probably don’t know either.
After all, there are only two places in the world that are good at changing the way, one is the Shangqiu Fox Clan, and the other is the Hengzhen Dao.
There may be people in other places who understand the art of change, but they are not unique.
"Brother, when are you going to show me your transformation?"
After being praised, the little girl lowered her head shyly, but she didn't forget to look at Zhang Heng's magic.
"I'll show you now."
Zhang Heng is casting a spell.
However, he used the dream method to directly put the little girl into the dream and do whatever he wanted in the dream, demonstrating his ability to create all things in the dream world.
This time, the little girl really didn't see through it.
Because she can also dream, everything in the dream is naturally true in the dream.
"Brother, I want to see you turn into a pony."
The little girl clapped her hands and was very excited.
"Okay, okay."
Zhang Heng agreed immediately, but he had one more request before using the dream method: "Can you stop moving and let me touch your eyes?"
The little girl's smile stayed on her face.
He looked at Zhang Heng and then at his toes.
Playing with the corners of his clothes with his fingers, he quickly said before Zhang Heng spoke again: "Brother is bad."
Finished.
He ran away in a flash.
Well...
Although Zhang Heng didn't want to admit it, he was still a little embarrassed.
He really didn't mean it that way.
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