Chapter 979: Xiao Zhang of the Zhao family, with a whip, everything is empty
Xiao Zhang lay on the simple wooden bed, enduring the strong sour smell of sweat and foot odor around him, and fell asleep unconsciously.
I was really too tired, so I just skipped washing and other things.
Recently, a new small branch vein was discovered in the mine, and some purple gold ore can be mined in it. However, it is an underground vein. Every day, you have to go into the mine and walk more than ten miles to reach the mining place.
This kind of mining method that relies entirely on luck, is inefficient and dangerous, monks will definitely not do it. They don't have that much time, they don't have that much energy, and they don't want to take risks.
It is the most efficient way to use the most numerous and powerful mortals and rely on the human sea tactic to pile up.
After all, those who are interested in these metal veins cannot be experts or big forces at all. The owner of this mining area is just a small chamber of commerce, and even foundation building is considered an expert.
Xiao Zhang did not have a name, only a surname. This was his most ordinary day. After he came back, he was glad that he was still alive and that there was no accident and he was buried underground.
It was an ordinary day as always, but today when he fell asleep, something was not normal.
In an indescribably tacky-decorated restaurant, Xiao Zhang was facing a table of food, eating haphazardly and drinking freely. Next to him was a monk with a majestic face and a long robe, looking at him with a hint of admiration.
"Young people have extraordinary talents that are rare to see in a hundred years. Are you willing to become your teacher?"
Xiao Zhang was dreaming, drinking wine, and eating roast chicken. He felt a little swollen and pretended to be reserved. He was just about to agree.
An old man with white beard and hair appeared from scratch and sat opposite him, as if he was online.
The old man looked Xiao Zhang up and down, clenched his fists excitedly, and after taking a few calm breaths, he suppressed his excitement and asked.
"Child, what is your name?"
"Oh, others call me Xiao Zhang." Xiao Zhang replied casually without raising his head while eating and drinking.
"My surname is Zhang..." Lao Zhao was a little disappointed, but then he smiled to himself.
When the Zhao family was in trouble, it would be good if the bloodline could be passed down. I guess this Xiao Zhang's bloodline was passed down from a legitimate daughter who married outside.
It doesn't matter what your surname is, and it doesn't matter if your bloodline is thin. As long as your bloodline is not broken, there is always hope of re-establishing the ancestral temple and passing on the incense.
Just as Old Zhao was about to say something, the monk with a majestic face next to him started speaking again like a repeater.
"Young people have extraordinary talents that are rare to see in a hundred years. Are you willing to worship me as your teacher?"
Xiao Zhang smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes."
Looking at this scene, Lao Zhao felt the excitement in his heart slowly dissipate. He stopped talking and turned into a sigh.
From his point of view, this descendant of his bloodline is an ignorant, uncultured, lowest-level mortal.
Lao Zhao resisted counting his shortcomings and instead comforted himself. Although this guy was dreaming, it was a bit low-level to have a foundation-building monk accept disciples over and over again.
But looking at the bright side, at least this descendant of the bloodline is still somewhat motivated. He wants to become a monk and is unwilling to live his current life. It is good to have this kind of determination.
Old Zhao pondered for a moment, then walked out of the restaurant and looked at the scene outside the restaurant. Everything here was very messy, but it could somewhat reflect Xiao Zhang's living environment.
After looking at it for a long time, he came back and sat at the table again and said directly.
"I will teach you a simple method of breathing and exhaling. You try to connect with it. If you can gain something, I will teach you the method of practice."
Old Zhao understands that if he is given a better method to this descendant, he cannot understand it at all, so he can only use the simplest method.
Breathe...breathe...breathe...breathe...
The simplest and boring method, but also the easiest to learn, was like brainwashing. It was force-fed into Xiao Zhang, making him instinctive and never forget it again.
With such a simple method of breathing and breathing, Lao Zhao struggled all night.
When Xiao Zhang woke up from his dream, he was forced to disconnect.
Lao Zhao opened his eyes and sighed, unable to express his words.
"It's better than nothing..."
Xiao Zhang, who had been sleeping for a whole night, didn't remember much at all. He just vaguely remembered that there seemed to be an old man who seemed to be stuck in his dream and kept talking about it all night.
He sat up and held his chest, feeling that his breathing was a bit awkward and he felt like he couldn't breathe.
As he walked, his breathing pattern had been brainwashed and changed, and he began to follow Old Zhao's teachings subtly.
After a busy day, Xiao Zhang lay down on the wooden bed again. After taking some time off, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem as tired today as he did yesterday.
As he fell into sleep, Lao Zhao appeared again.
"How about the breathing method I taught you? This simple method has the most immediate results and is extremely simple."
Xiao Zhang remembered what was strange today and nodded quickly.
"When I was mining, I wasn't as tired as yesterday. I was a little uncomfortable at first, but later I felt my breathing became easier."
"This kind of method has no benefit in practice. Since you can feel it, today I will teach you the most basic practice method. Every day in the future, I will give you dreams and teach you."
After a while, Lao Zhao read and wrote the content at the same time, the most basic Qi training method.
"What does this word mean?"
"..." Old Zhao's big hand holding the pen paused, his expression changed, and he sighed softly: "This is Qi, Nian Qi."
He gave up the idea of teaching spiritual practice directly and taught literacy first.
As the days passed, Xiao Zhang gradually understood that he had met the opportunity he had been dreaming about all day long.
Some things that I couldn't remember clearly in the dream began to gradually show their effects.
For example, today, a group of people were going to the mine together. He was walking in the middle, and a boulder three feet big fell from above his head, hitting him on the head.
Originally, he was definitely going to die or be injured, but at that time, he suddenly burst out with strength and reaction speed far beyond his usual, and pushed the falling stone away. It was just because he exerted too much force and sprained it.
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Lao Zhao didn't have any hope, and his psychological expectations were almost lowered from the world of the living to the world of the dead. However, seeing that Xiao Zhang was still making progress, the fire of hope in his heart could not help but slowly burn a small flame.
Old Zhao no longer cares much about the afterlife. He now feels that life has found its value and it doesn't matter if he can't queue up to go to the afterlife for the time being.
Except for dreaming, Lao Zhao had nothing to do. In order to establish a good relationship with the Ministry of the Rebirth, he volunteered to help out every day in his spare time, and no one gave him a second glance.
There are simply too many things like trying to get close to each other, joining the afterlife ministry, and getting an internal quota.
This is how many people in the Department of Rebirth come, and everyone understands it tacitly, and no one can promise anything. Everything is decided by the minister who sees the beginning but never ends.
Qin Yang continued to observe Lao Zhao, watching Lao Zhao bend his head and willingly work as a slave, entrusting his dreams conscientiously, and teaching every word, he really put his heart into it.
Qin Yang also used this place to learn about everything in the Shifang Realm where he was with the help of Xiao Zhang.
Absolutely safe and will not be discovered.
The first test product is particularly important. At this stage, we are still holding a dedicated line. When the number of people increases, this kind of one-on-one dedicated line will be completely inefficient.
If there really were tens of billions of people, Dream Master wouldn't be able to connect them in the current way.
As time passed day by day, Coolie Xiao Zhang slowly began to change.
He read, read, and practiced basic exercises. His horizons were broadened and his mentality began to change. By the way, the monk who came to inspect took a fancy to him and gave him a book on body training.
Because he digs more mines than others, it will be more efficient if he is allowed to exercise his body.
This is the realm of ten directions. If it were Dahuang, this kind of behavior would simply humiliate the body.
If there is any bad-tempered body cultivator, and he hears about this, it would be normal for him to come over and beat the person in charge to death.
In the early years, Dahuang's physical training was basically synonymous with mining coolies.
That is to say, after the establishment of the holy land of individual cultivation and the emergence of top athletes, this position is no longer so embarrassing.
Anyone who dares to say that he is a miner in front of a physical cultivator now, if he is not beaten to death on the spot, only shows that your fists are big enough.
After Xiao Zhang asked about the old man in his dream, he decided to practice together and use the mining time to practice together.
By the way, the old man in the dream also said that there should be other mineral veins under this mine, such as scattered spiritual stones, which he could secretly mine and use for his own cultivation.
Time passed by, Xiao Zhang practiced secretly in the mine, and a year later, he left and stopped working as a coolie.
He traveled all the way and experienced hardships and obstacles. Following the guidance of Lao Zhao, he came to a big sect. He had a solid foundation and was willing to work hard. With some messy things taught by Lao Zhao, he was able to pass the entrance examination smoothly.
Passed.
Three years later, Xiao Zhang made rapid progress and successfully built the Dao Foundation with the help of elixirs. From then on, his progress became faster and faster, and Old Zhao could teach him more and more things.
Three years of Sanyuan, five years of Shenhai, and then he became a highly regarded disciple in the sect, and then began to travel.
Every day when I fall asleep, I tell Lao Zhao many things in my dreams.
Qin Yang listened to the whole process. As Xiao Zhang became stronger and stronger, he could already manifest the scenes he saw in his dreams when he was entrusted by Old Zhao to dream.
At this moment, it was really the first time that a corner of the Shifang Realm was displayed in front of Qin Yang.
After finishing his daily routine today, Qin Yang thought for a while, why he hadn't thought of this before.
Oh, it's not that he didn't expect it, but at that time, the dream master didn't care about such a trivial matter at all.
Now this small thing has become the foreshadowing of a big plan, and its nature is completely different.
The preliminary plan has been launched, and the next step is to open a few more lines depending on the situation.
According to the tradition of the human race, it is not difficult to find an undead soul like Lao Zhao who cares about the inheritance of incense. What is difficult is whether the person is suitable.
Thirty years later, Lao Zhao was guiding him as a young monk from behind, and he basically had no dangers along the way.
Coupled with several newly laid clues, Qin Yang finally pieced together a lot of things about the Shifang Realm.
Overall, the Shifang Divine Dynasty has not been peaceful recently.
What shocked Qin Yang the most was that the name of Pastoral appeared in the rumors.
A few years ago, the Emperors of the Ten Directions fought with the Shepherds, shattering the void and destroying more than a dozen caves and secret realms in the Ten Directions Divine Dynasty.
Others have witnessed with their own eyes that during the battle, the secret realm collapsed, and the pastoral whip extended across the eighteen thousand miles of the ten directions of the gods.
With the sound of a whip, all the roads in this eighteen thousand miles came to a standstill, and all the monks' practices, secret techniques, and magical powers were interrupted. The roads here were like a flock of sheep, changing under the guidance of the shepherd's whip.
For one moment and three moments, all phenomena are empty.
The name of the pastor could no longer be suppressed, and in an instant, it swept the world.
All those who were unwilling to surrender to the Shifang Divine Dynasty, and those who were secretly rebellious, could not help but start various actions.
With the shepherd as the center, the spark of resistance against the emperors of the ten directions turned into a prairie fire.
According to Qin Yang's speculation, there may be many forces here that were secretly cultivated by the pastoralists.
In addition, there was another person who was slightly baffled.
Qin Yang sent Mei Yan, the peak rebel boy, to him a few years ago.
This guy is now hugging the Shifang Emperor's thigh tightly, according to the known information.
The Emperor of the Ten Directions met and had a fight with the priest, and this guy secretly sold the priest.
Now he was considered a thorn in the flesh of many people, and they wished they could cut him into pieces with a thousand knives. He also hugged the Shifang Emperor's lap and soared up.
If you calculate it this way, I guess the pastor suffered a bit of a loss because he was unintentional and intentional.
Qin Yang couldn't help scratching his head. The shepherd was the priest. He had known it for a long time, but when did the priest lurk in the Shifang Realm?
Did the pastor sense something was wrong back then and was he staring at Taiyi the whole time?
Do you want to find a way to contact the pastor?
If we want to talk about what happened back then, who knows the best, apart from Mr. Fu, it is definitely the pastor.
These are our own people who are naturally in the same camp.
With such a giant man over there, Qin Yang felt that his plan would go more smoothly.