Bang, a bundle of withered bones of the Emperor Wu Cow was placed heavily on the ground by Zhang Xiao, making a heavy sound.
Phew, the heavy bones on his shoulders were removed. Zhang Xiao felt light and felt very comfortable, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
The back, chest, and some tattered sleeves were soaked with sweat. This made Zhang Xiao feel very uncomfortable. He frowned and slowly rolled up the cyan coarse cloth sleeves.
As the sleeves were rolled up slowly and high, the whip marks on the hand pole were gradually revealed, like criss-crossing checkerboard patterns.
The scars, like twisted earthworms, were densely covered in the skin that was dark, yellow, and ragged like mud. It made people take a breath of cold air, and at the same time, some scalps were numb, and they couldn't bear to look directly.
What kind of cruel torture did this person endure to have such horrific injuries?
However, Zhang Xiao seemed to have been accustomed to this scene for a long time. He bent his arm and gently beat his sore and swollen lower back without caring.
With still somewhat immature eyes, he looked at the bundle of withered bones of the Emperor Wu Ox on the ground, nodded slightly, and said with some satisfaction.
"Finally, I collected one hundred and eighty kilograms, and I finally have lunch. This morning, Aunt Fang probably won't say that she didn't complete the task and whip herself."
Alas, within a moment, the young man who was extremely happy just now raised his eyes and looked towards the other side of the mountain.
Rumor has it that there are academies in counties and prefectures that can teach people how to practice.
However, the requirements and selection are extremely demanding. Not only do they require good qualifications, but they also need to have an outstanding family background.
Huh? At this moment, suddenly in the distant sky, strong clear air spread towards the sky in all directions.
This clear air is like a rainbow piercing the sky.
It's like a big pen writing beautiful words on the blue sky.
This weird and peculiar phenomenon of heaven and earth instantly attracted Zhang Xiao's eyes deeply.
I heard the Seventh Elder say that whenever there is such a strange phenomenon in the world, there is usually a master who is trying to overcome the tribulation.
"The people who have overcome the tribulation are really powerful. God is shocked!"
In the distance, huge vitality caused thunder and lightning to crash down and strike directly. Countless creatures could not help but feel that they looked extremely small in front of the power of the divine thunder of heaven and earth.
Boom, after a few breaths, Zhang Xiao, who looked a little excited, looked at the thunderous thunder in the sky, and a feeling of resentment rose in his chest for no apparent reason.
Zhang Xiao raised his eyebrows, looked into the distance, gritted his teeth, pointed to the sky, and said fiercely.
"It would be great if I could also practice cultivation...!"
"If I knew how to practice, I would definitely beat Aunt Fang hard... Well, I want to kill her."
"This abominable stepmother treats me so viciously every day. She is simply inhuman. If I don't kill her, it will be difficult to let go of the hatred in my heart!"
In the sky..., as soon as Zhang Xiao's voice fell, a bolt of thunder and lightning suddenly crossed the sky from a distance and came to Zhang Xiao's Zhengyang Mountains.
Crack, click, this purple divine thunder sounded like it was exploding in the ears.
The strong wind surged, and purple electric light filled Zhang Xiao's eyes. The world seemed to be furious, looking at everything like a rotting dog, and wanted to wipe out all disobedience.
This..., suddenly, endless fear rose in Zhang Xiao's heart, and a chill ran down his spine.
His face was pale without a trace of blood, and his hands were clasped together respectfully out of nervousness.
Zhang Xiao tried his best to collect his thoughts, looked at the sky again, and prayed somewhat speechlessly.
"Although Fang Yaoyao is my stepmother, I'm just talking about it, you old man won't hit me with thunder, right?"
"Fang Yaoyao? Is she the daughter-in-law of the Tang family in the Zhengyang Mountains?"
Suddenly, above the Zhengyang Mountains, an unexpected and somewhat joyful sound came out of the clear air flying over.
Zhang Xiao suddenly raised his face, his immature eyes were unbelievable, he stared blankly up into the sky, and murmured absentmindedly.
“God has shown his spirit?”
"Looking back to God, yes, my father's surname is indeed Tang."
Haha..., a joyful laughter sounded above the clouds.
Before Zhang Xiao had time to react, he saw a stream of clear energy, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, suddenly penetrate into his forehead from high in the sky.
Crack, click, followed by violent purple thunder and lightning, pierced the sky from a distant place, blocking all the sunlight and blue sky. A sound like chasing the cloud flashed above Zhang Xiao's head.
The sky rumbled, a huge roar resounded in his ears, and his body was lifted high. Zhang Xiao, who was deafening, his eyes went dark and could not see anything.
"Fortunately, my withered cow bones were not damaged by lightning..."
Before he fainted, Zhang Xiao glanced at the withered bones of the Emperor Wu Niu and let out a long sigh of relief. He tilted his head and fell onto the black soil of the Zhengyang Mountains.
"Haha, it's really an eye-opener for the heavens. Tang Sanqiu, you took advantage of me to mess with my mood when I was going through the tribulation, causing my body to die and my soul to disappear. But I didn't expect that my soul would be immortal, and I would also meet the descendants of your family."
"Jie Jie······."
"After I seize this little baby, destroy your hometown, and then go to the Shangru Academy in the Mingzun Empire to settle the score with you, huh!"
Buzz, buzz, at the moment Zhang Xiao fainted, a strange old voice sounded in his body. Not only that, even the divine thunder in the sky disappeared and was revealed again, making Zhang Xiao feel very close to him on weekdays.
of sunshine.
Huhu, but, under the light of the pale withered cow bones, on Zhang Xiaoka's white face, a thin gray line went straight towards the top of his head, which was a bit strange.
Boom, suddenly, a dull sound sounded in the somewhat thin and immature body.
This sound made all the divine thunder in the sky shake, and it seemed that it was about to fall again. The thin gray line on Zhang Xiao's face hurriedly disappeared.
However, at the moment when the gray thin line disappeared, an upright, benevolent and rich aura emerged from Zhang Xiao's body.
The clear air rose, like the clouds and mist of an immortal family, and the swirling purple divine thunder felt the vastness of the clear air. It seemed to be extremely relieved and disappeared quickly.
However, at this moment, there was an old man in white clothes in Zhang Xiao's mind.
"Who are you? Why are you in my head?"
Zhang Xiao looked timidly at the old man in white, puzzled.
"Huh? Didn't you faint? Why is there still a clear spirit in your mind?"
The old man looked at Zhang Xiao in surprise and confusion.
"I don't know either, Aunt Fang often whips me with a whip, and I'm often knocked unconscious by her.
Later, I felt dizzy and dizzy, and then I saw my own mind."
The old man took a deep breath, looked at Zhang Xiao speechlessly, shook his gray head with some pity, and sighed.
"Poor baby, but you are a little lucky. You have a soul-like magic weapon in your body to protect your soul. Not only does it prevent others from taking you away, but it also makes your telekinesis stronger than that of a normal person."
"Oh..." Zhang Xiao nodded as if he understood, not caring.
"You don't seem to know the benefits?" The old man looked at Zhang Xiao depressedly, with a look of reluctance.
"I understand, what's the use? It can't fill my stomach!" Zhang Xiao shook his head, glanced at the old man, and said disapprovingly.
"I heard it said that the souls of monks who fail to survive the tribulation can only wander around until they die. If my mind can protect you from death, old man, you can live here."
"Ha ha···."
When the old man heard this, he suddenly seemed to have heard something very funny. His old body was bent into a crescent moon with laughter, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Why are you laughing? I don't have time to be polite to you. I have to go back quickly, otherwise I won't be able to catch up with lunch."
"I'm laughing at myself. I, Wen Sangzi, actually want you, a little brat, to take pity on me."
Zhang Xiao was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly waved his hands. Just when he was about to speak, Wen Sangzi suddenly straightened up his old body and asked with a righteous face.
"Son, do you want to practice?"
[Author's digression]: A new book is about to set sail. I wish you all will be kind to me, and I also wish you all a happy reading in the tower!