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Xiao Zhang lay on the simple wooden bed, enduring the strong sour smell of sweat and feet around him, and unconsciously fell asleep.
I was really too tired, so I skipped washing and so on.
Recently, a new small vein was discovered in the mine, in which some purple gold ore can be dug, but it is also an underground vein. Every day, you have to go down the mine and walk more than ten miles to get to the mining place.
Monks will definitely not come to this kind of mining method that relies entirely on luck, is not efficient, and is dangerous. They don't have so much time and energy, and they don't want to take risks.
It is the most efficient way to use the largest number of mortals with a lot of strength, relying on crowd tactics to pile up.
After all, it is impossible for those who are interested in these metal veins to be experts or powerful forces. The owner of this mining area is just a small chamber of commerce, and the establishment of foundations can be considered as an expert.
Xiao Zhang has no name, only a surname. This is his most ordinary day. After he came back, he was glad that he was still alive and buried in the ground without any accident.
As always, it was an ordinary day, but today he fell asleep, but it was not very normal.
In an indescribable restaurant with vulgar decoration, Xiao Zhang faced a table of food, ate a lot, and drank freely. Next to him was a monk with a majestic face and a long robe, looking at him with a hint of appreciation.
"Young people are talented, rare to see in a hundred years, would you like to worship me as a teacher?"
Xiao Zhang was dreaming, drinking wine, eating roast chicken, a little bloated, pretending to be reserved, just when he was about to agree.
An old man with white beard and hair, who seemed to be online, started from scratch, sat across from him.
The old man looked Xiao Zhang up and down, clenched his fists excitedly, and after calming down for a few breaths, he suppressed his excitement and asked a question.
"Son, what's your name?"
"Oh, everyone calls me Xiao Zhang." Xiao Zhang didn't look up, and replied casually while eating and drinking.
"My surname is Zhang" Lao Zhao was a little disappointed, but then he laughed at himself.
When their Zhao family was in trouble, it would be considered good if the blood can be passed down. It is estimated that Xiao Zhang's blood was passed down from a prostitute who married out.
It doesn't matter what the surname is, and it doesn't matter how thin the blood is. As long as the blood is not broken, there is always hope of rebuilding the ancestral temple and passing on the incense.
Just as Lao Zhao was about to say something, the majestic monk next to him, like a repeater, came again.
"Young people are talented, rare to see in a hundred years, would you like to worship me as a teacher?"
Xiao Zhang smiled and nodded repeatedly.
"I would like to."
Looking at this scene, Lao Zhao's excitement slowly dissipated, he hesitated to speak, and turned into a sigh.
From his point of view, this descendant of his blood is an ignorant, uneducated, lowest-level mortal.
Old Zhao refrained from counting his shortcomings, and turned to comfort himself, although when this guy was dreaming, it was a bit low-level for a foundation-builder to repeatedly accept apprentices.
But looking at the bright side, at least this bloodline junior is still a little self-motivated. He wants to become a monk, but he is not reconciled to his current life. It is good to have this kind of energy after all.
Old Zhao pondered for a while, walked out of the restaurant, and looked at the scene outside the restaurant. Everything here is very messy, but it can reflect Xiao Zhang's living environment to some extent.
After looking at it for a while, he came back and sat down at the table again, and said directly.
"I will teach you a simple method of breathing and breathing, you try to contact, if you can get something, I will teach you the method of practice."
Old Zhao understands that he can't understand or understand a better method for this bloodline descendant now, so he can only use the simplest method.
Breathe Breathe Breathe Breathe
The simplest and boring method of breathing, but also the easiest to get started, is like brainwashing, forcefully instilled in Xiao Zhang, making him feel like an instinct, and he will never forget it.
Just such a simple method of breathing and exhaling, Lao Zhao tossed all night.
When Xiao Zhang woke up from the dream, he was forced to disconnect.
Old Zhao opened his eyes and sighed, unable to say anything.
"It's better than nothing"
Xiao Zhang, who had been sleeping all night, didn't remember much at all, but only vaguely remembered that there was an old man who, when he was dreaming, seemed to be stuck and chanted all night.
Sitting up, he clutched his chest, always feeling a bit awkward to breathe, feeling like he couldn't breathe.Some of the messy things taught by old Zhao on the Internet can be regarded as passing the entrance examination smoothly.
Three years later, Xiao Zhang made rapid progress, and successfully forged the Dao Foundation with the help of elixir. Since then, his progress has been faster and faster, and Lao Zhao can teach him more and more things.
Three years of Sanyuan, five years of Shenhai, and then became a highly valued disciple in the sect, and then began to travel.
Every day when I fall asleep, I will tell Lao Zhao many things in my dream.
Qin Yang listened to the whole process, and as Xiao Zhang became stronger and stronger, he was able to manifest the scene he saw in his dream when he was dreamed by old Zhao.
It is the first time that a corner of the Ten Directions has been displayed in front of Qin Yang.
When the daily routine was completed today, Qin Yang thought about it, why didn't he think of this before.
Oh, it's not that he didn't expect it, but that at that time, Meng Shi didn't care about him at all for such a trivial matter.
Now this kind of small matter 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 see the situation and open a few more lines.
According to the tradition of the human race, it is not difficult to find a necromancer like Lao Zhao who cares about the inheritance of incense. The difficulty is whether the candidate is suitable.
Thirty years later, Lao Zhao was behind him to give him advice as a little monk, and his journey was basically safe and sound.
Coupled with the newly buried lines, Qin Yang finally pieced together a lot of things about the ten directions.
On the whole, Shifang Shenchao has not been peaceful recently.
What shocked Qin Yang the most was that the name of a shepherd appeared in the rumors.
A few years ago, Shifang Emperor Zun fought with the shepherds, shattered the void, and destroyed more than a dozen secret caves of the Shifang God Dynasty.
Some people have seen with their own eyes that during the battle, the secret realm collapsed, and the shepherd's pastoral whip extended out, traversing the 18,000 miles of the gods in the ten directions.
With a sound of the whip, all the roads in this thousand miles stagnated, and all monks' cultivation, secret techniques, and supernatural powers were interrupted. The roads here are like sheep, changing under the guidance of the pastoral whip.
At one hour and three quarters, all dharmas are empty.
The name of the shepherd can no longer be suppressed, and it swept the world in an instant.
All those who were unwilling to take refuge in Shifang Shenchao, and those who secretly rebelled, couldn't help but started various actions.
?With the shepherds as the center, the single spark of rebellion against the emperors of the ten directions turned into a prairie fire.
According to Qin Yang's speculation, there may be many forces in it, which were cultivated secretly by the shepherds.
In addition, there is another person who has a little bit of a bubble.
? Qin Yang sent over the peak anti-bone plum salt in the past few years.
This guy is now clinging to Shifang Emperor's thigh tightly, according to the known news.
Shifang Emperor met and fought with the priest, and it was this guy who quietly sold the priest.
Now he is regarded as a thorn in the side of many people, wishing to cut him into pieces, he also hugged Shifang Emperor's thigh and soared up.
Calculated in this way, it is estimated that the pastor has suffered a bit for his unintentional confrontation.
Qin Yang couldn't help scratching his head, the shepherd is the pastor, he knew it a long time ago, but when did the pastor lurk in the ten directions?
Did the pastor notice something was wrong back then, did he stare at Tai Yi all the time?
Do you want to find a way to contact the priest.
When it comes to what happened back then, who knows best, except the Fujun, who must be the pastor.
This is a member of the natural camp.
With such a giant over there, Qin Yang felt that his plan should go more smoothly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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