Zhang Zhe came to the corner of the towering Shoufeng Mountain and looked up. The mountain stretched straight into the sky. The top of the mountain could not be seen at a glance. Needless to say the top of the mountain, not even the mountainside could be seen. The mountain was so high that with the naked eye, not even the legs and sides of the mountain could be seen.
Can't even see it
It is covered by clouds. It is more than 10,000 feet, more than 30,000 meters, and it is probably inserted directly into outer space. Even if the planet is boundless and the atmosphere is much higher, this height should not be considered the interior of the planet.
Zhang Zhe stood at the foot of the mountain and sighed for a long time just looking at the peak. It was so spectacular that it was hard to get back to his senses.
Naturally, there were many disciples going up and down the mountain around. It was not surprising to see Zhang Zhe like this. It was no surprise. Everyone would be like this when they came here for the first time.
Finally, Zhang Zhe took steps and began to climb this peak.
Half an hour later, Zhang Zhe sat on a rock at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the peak, his eyes full of doubts about life.
Climbing Shoufeng, he only took one step and could not go any further.
Faced with this situation, the surrounding disciples began to point and point. In the many years that Shoufeng has been here, countless people have come to climb. Every disciple from the Yaoguang Holy Land will come here. People outside the Holy Land also have friendships or friendships with others.
I paid a lot of money to come here to hone myself. But the only thing I can do is take one step, and this is the first time.
Zhang Zhe was also very helpless. He didn't expect that Emperor Wei's oppression of realm would take precedence over the oppression of combat power. This was such a sad fact. With Zhang Zhe's combat power being banned for more than ten times, he really had no choice but to escape.
One step, and there is no way to move forward to the next step.
"Fortunately, the identity has not been exposed yet. If they know that the only Holy Land disciples invited by Qi Mansion can only take one step to climb Shou Peak, will they complain to Qi Mansion that it is not worthy of its name? I won't tell you whether they will complain to Qi Mansion or not.
His sarcastic remarks will definitely resound throughout the Holy Land." Zhang Zhe thought with a little joy.
Originally, Zhang Zhe had already planned to show off. After climbing to a position higher than all contemporary disciples, he revealed his identity, and then listened to the sighs of others, "As expected of the disciples invited by Qi Mansion, he is indeed extraordinary.
." "This kid is so scary!" What a perfect show of pretense.
But reality slapped him in the face even faster, so fast that Zhang Zhe didn't even dare to say his name, so he could only doubt his life here.
After doubting his life, Zhang Zhe walked lonely towards the restaurant and decided to have a drunken drink to vent his depression.
Although the main reason is that I still dare not go back now, and now that I have no place to stay, I should find a place to stay first.
"In such a big holy land, I can't find a like-minded friend. Life is really as lonely as snow!" Zhang Zhe sighed about life while drinking.
In fact, it is just a case of literary youth disease, a neurosis with abnormal brain circuits. You never know what he is thinking, and you never know whether his state is literary youth, whether he is funny or compassionate. The thinking of a neurotic patient is so broad.
Of course, Zhang Zhe's brain circuitry is just abnormal. He is usually suppressed and cannot show up, but if he lets himself go, he really can't hold him back.
A person can drink very happily, but no one came up to talk to Zhang Zhe. He drank alone until midnight. He was already drunk and could only act on instinct.
After flying back home, Zhang Zhe saw a figure waiting for him at the gate of the courtyard. Zhang Zhe was very moved. He didn't expect Master to care about him so much.
Until Zhang Zhe saw a stick as thick as a person standing next to the master, um... a pillar, Zhang Zhe swallowed his saliva, was frightened and woke up a little, and flew forward while thinking about countermeasures.
Arriving in front of Feng Hao, Zhang Zhe had already put on a very sad expression.
As if she had just seen Feng Hao, she threw herself into his arms and said in a very touched voice: "Master, it's better that you are kind to me, and you are still waiting for me here so late."
Feng Hao looked at Zhang Zhe's inexplicable behavior and didn't know what kind of medicine he bought in his gourd, but it was hard to beat him directly.
Feng Hao gently hugged Zhang Zhe in his arms and asked in a soft voice: "What happened?"
Zhang Zhe looked up at Feng Hao with tears in his eyes, looking very sad. He finally burst into tears with a cry of "Wow!". While crying, he lowered his head and said, "Master, I'm lovelorn. Wow! Wow!"
He lowered his head because he really couldn't squeeze out the tears and was afraid that the master would find out that he was acting. His acting skills were still not good enough and he couldn't cry as easily as he wanted.
Feng Hao looked at Zhang Zhe who was in pain in his arms. He didn't know whether what he said was true or false, but it was impossible to beat him now. Even if what he said was false, he was so drunk now that he wouldn't feel anything if he beat him.
It hurts.
He could only pat Zhang Zhe on the back and comfort him: "Okay, okay, don't cry anymore. Master is here. Master will always be with you. Master will find you a better Taoist companion in the future."
Hearing Feng Hao's words, Zhang Zhe couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, "Haha, I didn't expect to get through it so easily, but the show still has to go on." He said, "Master, I'm going to see Weiwei today.
Thinking that she actually left and left me a letter telling me not to look for her again in the future, wow! Wow! Wow!"
"It's okay, it's okay. She doesn't like you because she has no vision. You will meet a better one in the future. Why should a man worry about not having a wife?" Feng Hao comforted Zhang Zhe and helped him up, preparing to put him first.
Send back to room to rest.
Zhang Zhe was supported by Feng Hao. As he walked, he muttered: "Master, you don't know how good I am to Weiwei and how much I like her."
"Weiwei, I love you so much, why did you leave me? Are all the previous vows false? Weiwei..."
The more Zhang Zhe acted, the more he became more and more into the drama. Even he almost believed it. If he didn't believe it, he couldn't deceive Feng Hao.
Feng Hao sent Zhang Zhe back to his room, cleaned him up, put him on the bed, and let him rest. Let's talk about anything tomorrow.
At noon the next day, Zhang Zhe woke up feeling refreshed and full of energy. Thinking of the countermeasures he took against his master last night, he couldn't help but praise his own wit.
Zhang Zhe walked out of the room and saw his master enjoying tea in the yard, but old man Zhao was not there, and he didn't know where he went.
Zhang Zhe came to Feng Hao, his expression changed to a slightly sad one and said: "Master, you got up very early."
But Feng Hao came to Zhang Zhe's side, grabbed Zhang Zhe's shoulders, and said with gritted teeth: "My good disciple, it's okay to be broken up!"
Zhang Zhe heard that the master's tone was not right, and even the hands on his shoulders were obviously controlling him. He felt that something was obviously wrong. Suddenly he saw a very familiar piece of paper on the table, and he couldn't help but swallowed with a "Gulu"
saliva.
Feeling the dangerous aura behind him, the strength of his hands on his shoulders became stronger and stronger. Zhang Zhe's brain was running rapidly, thinking of countermeasures.
"Why, aren't you going to explain something?" Feng Hao's cold voice came, frightening Zhang Zhe to his wits' end.
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhe decided to speak first, occupying the moral high ground, and asked loudly: "Master! How could you peek at my letter privately? That is my privacy. You are invading me."
Right to privacy!”
"Haha!" Feng Hao was so angry that he didn't say anything else. He pressed Zhang Zhe on the table, took the stick and whipped him, and shouted:
"I give you privacy!"
"I made you lovelorn!"
"I made you cry! And 'Wow!' Are you a baby?"
"I let you embarrass me!"
"I let you cause me to be laughed at!"
"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"
"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!"
The more Feng Hao beats, the harder he gets, and the harder he hits, the harder he hits.
The more Zhang Zhe screamed, the more pain he felt, and the louder the scream became.
Rhythmic sounds resounded across half of the mountain. I don’t know what happened in the past few days, but this kind of sound has been heard from time to time. If it weren’t for the fact that it sounded so joyful, someone would come to warn the residents.