Due to the limitation of the size of Zhang Zicheng's studio in reality, the area where he can move freely in low dimensions is not large.
If you want to move long distances without getting dizzy, you can only take transportation.
In the West at the end of the 18th century, the best and most common means of transportation was undoubtedly the horse.
Zhang Zicheng was unwilling to use his willpower to gather horses at first, and wanted to buy one directly, and maybe he could develop the skill of riding a horse.
But considering that you are not actually moving in a low dimension, but your low-dimensional self imitates your high-dimensional self to move. Theoretically speaking, all actions of the low-dimensional Vow Power Golden Body are at the absolute rigid body level.<
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In this case, if you don't pay attention and pinch the horse's belly a little, the low-dimensional horse will be directly cut in half.
In order not to torture the horse, Zhang Zicheng finally had no choice but to go to an alley and randomly condensed a pure black horse.
Zhang Zicheng just created it casually and didn't pay much attention to this dark horse at first. But after looking at it carefully, he was slightly stunned for a moment and felt amazing.
The black horse in front of you is like a work of art carved from obsidian. The sporadic luster reflected on the black hair is like stardust shining in the night sky. The mane is like black waves, and the eyes exposed under the bangs have long eyelashes and eyes.
Deep and bright.
The facial features of this black horse even give it a human look and temperament, like a poetic swordsman, majestic but calm.
When it saw Zhang Zicheng, its two front hooves lightly stepped on the ground, making a soft "doo-doo" sound.
Because of the other party's actions, when Zhang Zicheng was confused, he discovered that it was adjusting its center of gravity, and its high head slowly lowered, as if to indicate its absolute loyalty and surrender.
Zhang Zicheng stretched out his hand and stroked its mane as gently as possible, feeling the cool satin-like touch, which was no less than Tilulu's hair.
He couldn't help but smile and praised: "What a horse, so handsome."
It seems that modern people still retain the ancient appreciation of horses in their bones. Zhang Zicheng used his willpower to temporarily endure the dizziness of sensory dislocation for a few seconds and lifted himself onto the back of the black horse.
After sitting firmly, Zhang Zicheng felt as if he was sitting on a stool covered with a soft wool blanket.
It is worthy of being a horse condensed with the power of wish, and it can actually make the golden body of wish power feel strong.
In this case, he doesn't need a saddle at all.
The significance of the saddle is to protect the rider's hips and the horse's back at the same time, so that the two do not constantly collide with each other during riding, allowing the rider to sit more firmly on the horse's back, and at the same time disperse his own weight.
But Zhang Zicheng is not actually riding a horse. He is sitting on a chair in reality. There is no problem of bumps and will never fall. And this horse condensed by the power of will does not seem to suffer from strain.
Question.
Zhang Zicheng patted the horse's back and said with a smile: "Very good, you can call me Wu Zhui from now on."
Dark Horse snorted and approved of the name.
Then Zhang Zicheng directly pulled the reins and began to try to drive the horse forward.
Tilulu didn't need to say hello, she just jumped up and sat down behind Zhang Zicheng. She hugged her father's waist and took a deep breath of contentment without any exaggeration like usual.
Anyway, as long as she is with Father God, she can gain psychological satisfaction and security. Although this happiness is also brought by the power of Si Chen she has absorbed, Tilulu is extremely happy with this and has never thought about whether her personality is.
It has been completely covered. After all, the evil god has no so-called personality.
For a moment, the picture became harmonious, as if a young and handsome father was riding a horse and taking his daughter for an outing.
Such a harmonious picture will naturally attract countless attention and attention.
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"You said that man didn't bother you and just asked you to come back?"
In a small alley, the black boy who had bumped into Zhang Zicheng at the train station was gathering with several other teenagers, talking quietly.
The black boy didn't show any cowardice before, with an innocent smile on his lips, hehe said: "I can tell at a glance, that person must come from a civilized big city, and he is as reserved as a bitch."<
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Another red-haired, freckle-faced Irish boy touched his chin and thought thoughtfully: "Such a good-tempered soft-footed shrimp is definitely very rich. It is impossible for a person with no money to come to Annis City.
Showing such magnanimity."
In the crowd, a tall and thin black-haired white young man touched his dirty beret, licked his lips, squinted his eyes, spoke in a hurry, scanned the people around him, and said in a low voice: "He's still here."
With a little girl, have you seen it?"
The other young men immediately turned to look at the tall and thin man. One of them frowned and said: "It's okay to steal money, but it doesn't matter to kill people. Find a place to throw them away. No one can come to your door because of the corpses of two foreigners. But human trafficking
, we have no channels, it’s too eye-catching, and it’s not a good deal.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone agreed. Only an older man looked at each other and the tall and thin man looked at each other, showed an unknown smile, and said haha: "Okay, we will talk about it when the time comes." p>
At this time, another dirty child ran in from the alley with gleaming eyes and exclaimed: "Oh my God! I have never seen such a beautiful horse! I bet that horse
The horse is worth at least $500!"
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, and then burst into laughter, laughing at the child for his lack of knowledge.
"Five hundred dollars? Do you know how much that is? It's enough for you to buy a house next to West Street!"
"How expensive can a good horse be? I have worked in a stable, and the most expensive stallion I have ever seen was only US$150. That was a prize-winning racehorse, US$500? You really dare to open your mouth like a lion." p>
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Seeing that everyone was just laughing at him, the child who looked like he was only seven or eight years old suddenly became angry, but he did not dare to curse back, his face turned red from suppressing it, and in the end he could only say harshly: "Anyway, I have never seen a horse like that before.
If it were mine, I wouldn’t trade it for a hundred horses on the road!”
The other teenagers were also interested, so they walked out of the alley arm in arm.
As soon as he showed up, he didn't need any guidance at all. The eyes of the whole street were on the black horse.
Tall and handsome, he seems to be a bronze statue made of steel. Every time he takes a step, the muscles on his body rise and fall, like the waves of the sea reflecting the moonlight in the dark night.
At the same time, the black boy in the crowd immediately exclaimed in a low voice: "It's the man with the pink-haired daughter!"
Only then did everyone turn their attention to the figure on the horse. Sure enough, behind the rider, there was a little girl with pink hair dangling her feet leisurely, hugging her father, looking very happy and contented.
Seeing that the two of them were incompatible with the surrounding environment, the red-haired and freckled boy sneered: "They are so ostentatious. Do they think Annes City is some kind of resort?"
"I bet they won't survive two weeks."
"Two weeks? I bet on three days!"
"Three days?" A tall and thin man in the crowd said in a sharp voice: "If we don't do it today, they will be completely destitute unless they die tomorrow!"
"That's right."
The oldest man in the crowd, with a unshaven face, looked at the horse and the pink-haired girl sitting on the horse, the greed in his eyes seemed to overflow.
He grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "Even if this person doesn't have anything valuable... that horse can definitely be sold for $300."
At this point, he sighed, shook his head and said: "Unfortunately, this horse has already passed through the eyes. We can only sell it on the black market, and the price will be reduced by at least half."
"Then on average each person has at least 15 US dollars!" The child who first reported the news also showed an excited look: "It's enough for us to eat for a long time without working!"
Hearing this, everyone laughed.
Some people seem to see the wheat that is about to be harvested and feel the joy of a good harvest. Some people are laughing at each other, thinking that they can share it equally with others.
But no matter what, they are also a small group that supports each other and maintains the fun on the surface.
Finally, amid the hustle and bustle, these dusty teenagers disappeared into the alley in twos and threes, returning to the dark side of the city.
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Strictly speaking, Zhang Zicheng is no longer an ordinary person.
At least he has crossed the threshold of entry in the application of psychic energy.
If in reality, someone maliciously targets him, then Zhang Zicheng's spiritual energy will definitely react.
It's a pity... those who discussed dealing with him were just a group of low-dimensional people, some small black market smugglers, some wilderness gangsters who were snooping for intelligence in the city, and some half-grown evil teenagers.
If these guys really want to trigger Zhang Zicheng's psychic power, then he would go out for a walk every day, and when the wind blows, the psychic warning will sound eight hundred times.
Therefore, Zhang Zicheng really knew nothing about these things.
But he still has common sense and understands that the BMW under his crotch and Tilulu behind him are absolutely seductive in this barbaric age.
But for me, a person who comes here for fun, this is equivalent to fishing.
In the final analysis, Zhang Zicheng is still a relatively introverted person. He always feels a little embarrassed when he takes the initiative to cause trouble for others. So he plans to achieve the purpose of interacting with the world by seducing others to cause trouble for him.
However, he has taken the high road all the way, and even if many eyes fall on him, it is still just coveting. And the security of the city is much better than the small towns and no-man's land in the western countryside.
Zhang Zicheng also took a quick look at the scenery, using the first-person VR mode to appreciate the city scenery at the end of the 18th century.
Then I quickly felt bored.
The city looks extremely backward, and the ground is also very muddy. Except for the many men wearing gentleman hats on the streets, it is worse than the county town where I lived when I was a child.
The architecture couldn't be called distinctive, just a hodgepodge of European styles. It wasn't until he rode through two corners and discovered rows of uneven wooden houses that he felt a bit of an exotic flavor.
After all, in China, let alone county towns, if you want to find a wooden house in the countryside, you have to go to particularly remote areas.
But he soon couldn't stand it anymore. The wooden houses on both sides of the street were very narrow, and they were not as spacious as the avenue he walked on before. Various advertisements and notices were posted on the outer walls, and the windows were mostly broken glass or simple ones.
There are wooden windows. Occasionally one or two snoring drunkards lie on the ground, and there is almost no place for horses to put their feet.
Zhang Zicheng even shuddered when he saw a woman pouring urine downstairs from the second floor. This is probably the only thing in the lower dimensions that can cause a mental attack on him.
Therefore, he still did not plan to go in and experience the market, but turned around and returned to the main road.
At the same time, Zhang Zicheng couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, I am still a person who has been spoiled by modern life."
He sometimes watches old movies from the past, and even occasionally laughs at the pretentiousness of the rich kids who are compared to the protagonists in them. But this kind of environment is really his turn. Even through VR, Zhang Zicheng feels that it is too rich.
The atmosphere of the market.
"Hey, friend."
Just as Zhang Zicheng drove his horse to continue walking in the direction of the police station, a man blocked the way.
It's wrong to say he stopped him. He just stood diagonally above Wu Zhui to say hello, and didn't try to intercept him roughly.
However, Zhang Zicheng still gave the other party a face. After all, he was the first environmental NPC to take the initiative to talk to him since using VR.
So he gently pulled the reins, and Wu Zui immediately stopped in place without even snoring.
Seeing this scene, the visitor's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "I have lived in the west for more than thirty years and I have never seen such a good horse."
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As he said that, he came closer, raised his head and looked at Zhang Zicheng, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "My name is Joseph, friend, how do you call me?"
Zhang Zicheng held up his hat and said with a smile: "Hello, Joseph, my name is... Si Chen."
"Strange? What a name."
Joseph complimented him, apparently mistaking Si Chen for "Strange" with an accent.
Although this word is rarely used as a name, it is not surprising in the United States where words such as 'fisher' and 'smith' are used as names in large areas.
Joseph tried to reach out his hand and stroked Wu Zui's mane, feeling the steel-like muscles, and his excited voice trembled slightly.
"Okay, Mr. Strange, I won't get too close... I want to buy your horse. How much does it cost?"
Zhang Zicheng couldn't help but chuckle, shook his head, and said, "I'm sorry, I won't sell this horse."
Joseph suddenly said eagerly: "How about you set a price, how about 500 US dollars? Even the Arizona horse racing champion is only 300 US dollars."
Zhang Zicheng gently pulled the reins, and Wu Zui started gently again, without any bumps or resistance at all, and started to move forward smoothly.
Joseph's mouth watered when he saw this scene. This horse was definitely the best of the best. He had never seen a similar horse before.
Just when he was unwilling to continue asking for a price, he suddenly noticed that the other party did not have a saddle installed, and was just sitting on the horse. Suddenly, he burst out with an unknown anger.
"Damn it, you don't value this horse at all!"
With that said, Joseph took out his gun, pointed it at Zhang Zicheng's back, and threatened: "Get off here!"
This move immediately attracted the attention of the people around, and many people even quietly moved their hands to their waists, and more people hurriedly avoided, fearing to harm Chi Yu.
Only Tilulu, who was also sitting on the horse, originally quiet and indifferent to everything around her, suddenly turned her head and looked coldly at the man holding the gun.
Her eyes were indifferent and she whispered: "Threatening Father God..."