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Sunlight filtered through the window and filled the simple wooden bed. Zhang Han turned over unconsciously.
Suddenly, he woke up with a start!
This sleep was so sweet that I forgot about time and that damn morning exercise!
He quickly got up, dressed quickly, and rushed out of the hut.
"Hi, good morning, Uncle Li."
"Aunt Wang, are you going to the fields again?"
"Zhang Wa, the sun is shining on your butt, you will be late again."
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Along the way, Zhang Han greeted everyone warmly.
After about a stick of incense, he finally arrived at the small river at the east end of the village.
I have to get scolded again.
He lowered his head and quietly walked to the sandy area by the river. When the old man wasn't paying attention, he quickly started making pretense of gestures.
Maybe it can be overcome.
"I'm half an hour late today and lunch is cancelled." came an indifferent voice.
"Master!" Zhang Han said in a long voice, full of grievances.
"The most important thing in martial arts training is will. When will you achieve anything like this childish thing like yours?"
"Old rhetoric!" Zhang Han thought silently in his heart, imitating the old man's words and repeating them in the same way. It can be seen that the old man has said these words not a thousand times, but at least a hundred times.
After practicing for a while, Zhang Han lost his patience. He ran behind the old man, gently beat his back, and asked, "Master, I have perfected this Qi training technique, why don't you teach me the method of breakthrough?"
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"Don't call me master, what about the method of breakthrough? Idiot, there are two ways to break through in the world. One is to borrow the power of elixirs, and the other is to gain enlightenment on your own. But in the world today, there is no one in ten thousand who can break through on his own."
After the old man finished speaking, he laughed to himself.
"Hey, old man, what do you mean, I can't understand it on my own?"
The old man still smiled and shook his head silently. He stared at the movement in the river, holding the fishing rod steady in his hand. He let Zhang Han think casually while his thoughts drifted far away.
Time is so fucking worthless, half a year goes by in the blink of an eye.
After Huashan, the world was turbulent, and hundreds of sects appeared overnight.
Those who are qualified are selected into the sect of leaders of good and evil, and those who are not selected are also swept away by the second and third tier sects.
Among them, Zhengdao is the most popular in Huashan, but the strict qualifications for recruiting disciples are also prohibitive.
Shushan, followed by the Tang Sect, one is chic and elegant, a must-have for picking up girls and looking cool; the other is mysterious and weird, a must-have for killing people and stealing goods.
The other schools are comparable. Of course, the beauties of Emei are a beautiful scenery in the rivers and lakes.
The evil sect is led by the Sun Moon God Sect, and Shura Hall is the most popular. In just a few days, it has recruited tens of thousands of disciples, and other sects are far behind.
Among them, it is worth mentioning that Shura became famous in one battle. He returned to the sect and was officially accepted as the ghost disciple of the sect leader. After three months of seclusion, he directly killed his senior brother in a competition within the sect and replaced him.
The general trend in the world is like this, and players are better off, as if they are on a chicken blood, crazily accumulating sect contributions in exchange for martial arts.
The era of relying on one's character to compete with the master in the first month has passed. Now we are basically on the same starting line. Who is willing to waste such a good opportunity?
In order to contribute to the sect, there has been a bloody storm in the world.
But all this has nothing to do with Zhang Han.
After Huashan, the Sword Demon left with Zhang Han, but were intercepted and chased by several waves of masked men on the way. The Sword Demon slaughtered thousands of people with serious injuries, and fled far away without a trace.
And Zhang Han~
Seeing that the old man was absent-minded, he piled up sand on the beach and played like a child, having a great time.
Suddenly, there was a scream.
Zhang Han kept rolling on the beach holding his head.
Pain~
Headache and splitting~
The old man dropped the fishing rod and reached Zhang Han in a flash from a distance of tens of meters. He lifted Zhang Han up with his left hand and placed a palm on his head with his right hand.
A puff of white smoke was seen rising, and Zhang Han gradually calmed down.
After half an hour, the old man finally finished his work, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Hey, I wonder how long this child can last. Master, when will you come back?"
A sigh, a lot of helplessness.
At noon, the old man did not cancel Zhang Han's lunch as he said before, but continued to be busy in the kitchen for a while and made a few side dishes.
The two of them devoured it, using the chopsticks to grab it while they were eating.
Of course, the results speak for themselves.
Zhang Han was naturally defeated, his chopsticks were broken, and he could only watch the old man leisurely eating.
Damn it, I will definitely change to a pair of iron chopsticks next time!
But this is why Zhang Han dared to be late so many times, because the old man was always sharp-tongued and heartless. He had figured out the tricks and was not afraid of the old man's majesty at all.
After dinner, a piece of sunshine and a pot of hot tea.
The two of them were lying on bamboo and rattan chairs, enjoying another leisurely day.
Often at this time every day, the old man would always tell Zhang Han a lot of rumors about the world, as well as the key points of martial arts of various sects.
Regarding the story, Zhang Han has long been familiar with it, and his ears are calloused. He has been repeating it over and over again, how powerful and domineering the old man was in the world when he was young.
Zhang Han always despised him in his heart. He was so boastful, but why did he become as timid as a bear when he met the busty Aunt Li next door?
There is more to martial arts. In the past few months, there has been no repetition. From stunts to ordinary martial arts, the old man has never said a single repetition. This insight is amazing!
After several days of heavy rain, it finally cleared up today. Zhang Han took a sip of tea, found a comfortable position and lay down, ready to start listening to a book.
"Zhang Han, in the past six months, you have wiped out my capital, and I have nothing to teach you anymore."
Zhang Han was surprised, "Old man, there is no end to martial arts. You haven't learned anything new in the past six months?"
"It's not that you don't have it, it's that you can't stay here with me any longer. Your illness is getting worse."
"Sick?" Zhang Han jumped up suddenly.
The old man ignored Zhang Han's surprise, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and said slowly, "You used to have a headache once a month, but you actually had it twice this month. The situation is very abnormal. The master said
It’s been half a year since I came back, but I haven’t heard from you yet, so you have to rely on yourself.”
"Old man, every time I hear you say master, master, who is the master? What are you hiding from me?" Zhang Han asked.
"When you have the ability to know all this, the natural answer will be solved. Otherwise, it will only bring you endless suffering."
"Then what's going on with my illness? You have to explain it clearly?" Zhang Han continued to ask.
The old man turned around and stared at Zhang Han, his face full of hesitation. Finally he shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect that even your personality has changed a lot. The master once said that you are a man of great perseverance, eh.
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Zhang Han was very anxious and finally yelled, "Old man, every time I ask you, you always ignore him and change the subject. What's wrong with me? Don't I have the right to know? I want you to tell me.
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"You were already dead!"
Dead?
Dead!
Zhang Han kept mumbling these two words, almost falling to the ground. He tried his best to stand still on the bamboo and rattan chair, staring at the old man, as if waiting for the next sentence.
"When the master rescued you, you were already in critical condition and only had one breath left. But on the way back, you were chased by countless people. The master had to distract himself from protecting you, and his already seriously injured body was even more overwhelmed."
"Zhang Han, you have to remember that people in the world are sinister, their methods are despicable, and they must be on guard against others. After several hard battles, you were secretly captured by the enemy and forced to death. This scene completely made the master lose his mind. Once,
He also lost his wife and children, and now, he will lose his disciple because of this."
"The master's life is miserable, like a lone star in the sky. Everyone around him has a bad end. He hates it! Seeing you being persecuted in front of him, his demonic nature flourishes. He not only kills everyone present, but also moves his whole body.
With my power, I vow to snatch your life from heaven."
"It has been said from ancient times that if a king wants his subjects to die, they will have to die. Now, today it is that king. God wants you to die, but you have to die, but the master changes his fate and drags you out of the gate of hell!"
"Hey, after this battle, the master has lost all his skills for a hundred years, but fortunately he saved you. Zhang Han, remember, if there is an opportunity in this life, you must live a good life to repay your master. But I can't tell you who he is. You
There is no need to inquire, forget everything I just said, you are too weak now."
Zhang Han sat down dejectedly. He never thought that he was a person who was about to die. He never thought that his master would burn a hundred years of skill in order to save him. He never thought that his fate would be so unfair...
"Although you survived, you also suffered from sequelae. Headache is one of the symptoms. In the past six months, I have tried countless methods, but in the end there is still no cure. Master, this old slave is incompetent."
The old man's eyes filled with tears, either because he thought of his master's tragic fate or because he was apologizing to Zhang Han.
This is ultimately disappointing.
"When the master left, he only left one sentence, waiting for him to return in half a year before making plans. But now half a year has passed, and there is still no news from the master. However, your condition is getting more and more serious, and there is no way to delay it."
After saying this, the old man stood up, took out something from the room, and handed it to Zhang Han.
"This is a bag left by your master. I kept it for you for half a year, and now I give it to you."
Zhang Han took the bag and was about to open it when the old man stopped him.
"You will set off early tomorrow morning. I have a good friend when I was young, and the way of elixirs is beyond the reach of ordinary people. You go to Wuzhou Changsheng Pavilion. I have put a letter in my bag. Just give it to him when the time comes.
The follow-up is up to him, whether this disease can be cured or not depends on your luck."
"Idiot, please remember that you have suffered this catastrophe, and many of your past memories have disappeared. There is no need to dwell on the past. Your appearance and temperament have changed drastically, and no one will recognize you anymore. But you are traveling alone on this trip. The world is dangerous and people are unpredictable. Don't
