Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 222 Zhang Ze's Little Story of Mental Retardation
To be honest, Zhang Ze felt that he should be more cautious.

Besides, people should not be too particular about trivial matters. It is not a problem to enter and exit the spiritual realm three times. At most, you can ask more people to accompany you to enter and exit the Tai Sui Cave three times.

Because after he walked into the light gate, Zhang Ze discovered that the distribution of the levels of this so-called spiritual realm was very problematic.

This second spiritual realm is far from ending.

Fortunately, before entering, Zhang Ze and Bai Tao had already conducted some experiments and verified some things.

One is that Bai Tao cannot come out. Although he can communicate, he cannot take out his golden elixir in this spiritual realm.

The second is that the time in this spiritual realm is not consistent with the flow rate of the outside world.

The five days in the spiritual realm seemed like just a moment to Bai Tao, who was squatting in the beast-taming ring and reading a book.

Fortunately, it was only a moment, otherwise Bai Tao would probably be dead.

Bored to death.

Thinking of the white peach that was like a day in heaven and a year on earth with him, Zhang Ze dropped the fishing rod in his hand, sighed, left the cold pond in front of him, and turned back to walk towards the top of the mountain.

He has been in the Sword Sect in this spiritual realm for three full years.

After entering the Light Gate that day, he didn't face the second test. When he opened his eyes again, he was already wearing the white robes of the Sword Sect and became a disciple of the sect.

But it can be considered a profit. Zhang Ze felt that he had played the Sword Sect Simulator for nothing.

He had a good experience of the so-called ancient method of cultivating immortals and made up for the lessons he had skipped from his master Lao Li.

At this time, the Sword Sect was still very conservative, not as unrestrained as later generations. In addition, since disciples followed their masters, the Sword Sect was influenced by their founder, and was somewhat old-fashioned and upright.

This is even more true when educating disciples.

And Zhang Ze didn't want to mess with anyone, because although this place was fake, it was still the Sword Sect after all.

Those fellow students who were the same age as him or younger were all deceased seniors or ancestors of his own elders.

He can't do it.

Such as now.

As Zhang Ze had just put down his fishing rod and left the cold pond, a child who was not even as tall as his knees grabbed the corner of his clothes.

The little boy was pink and chubby. He kept chasing after her while chewing his fingers.

"My little ancestor, what are you doing today?"

Zhang Ze called that willingly because this little brat was Chen Qin's great-grandfather.

"Take me out to play. Those old men are so boring. I want to listen to your stories."

The lawless little ancestor still refused to let go and stayed by Zhang Ze's side, asking him to tell him some stories.

Originally, he was still observing etiquette, but yesterday Zhang Ze was annoyed by the begging, so he told the little ancestor a story he made up.

But this story is also part of the plan.

"Looking for your brother Wei Zhuang." Zhang Ze said.

"I can't find him. Brother Wei Zhuang said he was going to play hide-and-seek with me, but he hid the day before yesterday, and I still can't find him."

The little ancestor seemed a little lost.

"Then go find your sister Wei Ning." Zhang Ze had no choice but to pick up the little ancestor, and then continue walking up the mountain while coaxing him.

"I won't go. I'm scared." The little ancestor shook his head like a rattle.

However, perhaps because someone was coming, Zhang Zegang took his little ancestor and sat down in a pavilion.

Wei Ning came here with great vigor. Without saying a word, she snatched the little baby from Zhang Ze's arms and slapped him twice on the butt.

Without waiting for the little ancestor to cry, he struck him on the back of the neck with a precise palm, and then hugged the little ancestor who was only breathing and comforted him.

"Don't cry, don't cry, sister will take you to play."

Zhang Ze has seen this scene more than once. Although the order is wrong every time, at least the person is still alive.

Maybe this is how the two old men became friends.

She is my childhood sweetheart and elder sister.

"Master is looking for me?" Zhang Ze asked.

"Yes, Master is in Baijiang Pavilion." After Wei Ning finished speaking, she continued to coax her future husband who was only breathing out of Zhang Ze's sight.

Coincidentally, the master in this spiritual realm also has the surname Zheng.

Maybe he has some connection with the Master of Zhengyi Pavilion.

Moreover, compared with later generations, the Sword Sect in the past was very impressive.

The Baijian Pavilion is high in the clouds. When you reach the top of the mountain, before you even get close, a stone platform will appear to lead you there. The clouds and fog will disperse, and you will see the mountains at your feet, majestic and towering, like a boy worshiping a sword.

Shaking his head, Zhang Ze stepped onto the stone platform.

He felt that he had probably made it through this stage.

At that time, the Sword Sect had no distinction between inner and outer sects. The skills were passed down from master to disciple. Every disciple was carefully selected by the master and followed a customized elite route with no unified standards.

This old man believes that only by laying a solid foundation can there be a future.

Therefore, after entering the Sword Sect, Zhang Ze needs to temper his mind, strengthen his body, nourish his energy in his heart, and integrate his essence, energy and spirit into one, and only after no foreign matter remains can he proceed to the next step.

Only after three years can one receive the master's teachings, start practicing Qigong, and learn the sword techniques.

And this is where the fucking thing is. Although he has to start from the small trumpet after entering the spiritual realm, Zhang Ze is also confident that he has the sword sect's heart method and the Qianji heart method of the later generations. Even if he practices, it will be natural and he will make great progress every day.

However, this spiritual realm does not abide by martial ethics and it locks experience.

During these three years, Zhang Ze couldn't even sense a single breath, let alone a fart.

The meridians in your body are as if blocked, no matter how many tricks you come up with, they will be useless.

Not only that, you also have to listen to your fellow students praising you every day, saying how your talent is extraordinary and how it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Zhang Ze felt like he was watching a cutscene without fast-forwarding.

But he didn't waste these three years.

This spiritual realm is magical, but it cannot stop the system.

So every day after school, when he was not on duty, he would go to the cold pond to fish.

Holding a fishing rod without a hook, sitting beside a cold pond with no fish, he escaped into the trial space of the system.

He began to harm the Jindan period's skills and continued to deduce the Qianji Heart Method.

After various permutations and combinations, even if you have achieved some success, you will be invincible.

However, there is no target in the trial space of this system, and the power is unknown even if it is launched.

You have to wait until you get out to get time for verification.

However, the long passage of time in this spiritual realm did not cause any psychological impact on Zhang Ze.

He did not lose his original heart in the spiritual realm.

Zhang Ze felt that it was because his heart was too stable. If he was not worried about Bai Tao, he felt that there was nothing wrong with staying here for a while longer.

Not only does the existence of the system remind people of the lack of martial ethics in this spiritual realm, but every time Zhang Ze sees his master, he realizes that this is a fake.

Because this is the spiritual realm of Senior Wei Zhuang, and his master is probably not very familiar with Wei Zhuang.

The master, elders, and many brothers and sisters in the spiritual realm are somewhat different from Wei Ning and the little ancestor.

They lack spirituality.

The most interesting and vivid moment was probably the day they started mountain climbing. Wei Zhuang probably saw the scene with his own eyes.

But since he is not the main NPC in Wei Zhuang's life, there is no plot.

This is how it is reflected in the spiritual realm.

While thinking about these messy things, Zhang Ze had already climbed up to the clouds on a stone to worship Jiange.

The token in his hand flew up, and Zhang Zemai stepped inside after being introduced by the sword light.

In the Sword Worshiping Pavilion, Old Man Zheng sat cross-legged in the air, making sword gestures with his hands, his eyes slightly closed, and a sword formation was circulating behind him.

Seeing someone coming, the old man opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Ze.

Then Zhang Ze also blinked and looked at him.

After a long period of awkward silence, the old man waved.

"Come."

Zhang Ze, who was stuck in the main task, stepped forward upon hearing this and began the routine test.

It's nothing more than what I've gained in the past three years, the insights gained from training my body and mind, and some somewhat mysterious questions that I've been asking myself.

But these are not difficult.

Because in the future these questions will be basic examples and have already been thoroughly analyzed.

After the small walnuts became popular, the answers to these questions were widely circulated among the disciples of the Sword Sect.

After all, it's normal for any elder to have free time, so it's normal to grab a few disciples and ask them some old questions.

Now if you take an open-book exam based on the correct answers, you will naturally get full marks.

After the question and answer session, the master floating in the sky was very satisfied.

"You have a solid foundation, a strong character, and excellent comprehension. For several years, your master has not allowed you to practice breathing techniques. Do you have any complaints?"

Zhang Ze shook his head. He was very patient. He had already waited for three years, so this last moment didn't matter.

"Come, I will give you something."

After saying that, Old Man Zheng raised his hand, and an ancient long sword fell into Zhang Ze's hand.

When Zhang Ze saw the sword, he was immediately delighted.

He had seen it before. Although the longsword in his hand was now just like an ordinary blade, its edge was restrained, but its shape and feel were very familiar.

It was the ink sword that Zhang Ze got from his master Lao Li when he was in the golden elixir realm outside the spiritual realm.

No wonder the master cherishes it so much and never uses it normally. It turns out that it is also a heirloom.

It is interesting to see it again in the spiritual realm after it has been passed down through generations.

After putting away the ink sword, the ceremony was considered complete.

However, this spiritual realm did not change as before and remained peaceful.

The Yin and Yang doors for leaving or entering the next scene did not appear.

"Is there anything else?" Seeing that Zhang Ze did not leave, Old Man Zheng asked.

"Nothing, disciple, take your leave."

After saying that, Zhang Ze bowed and left.

After leaving Baijian Pavilion, Zhang Ze did not feel lost or panic. He sat on the steps and pondered for a moment, then put the ink sword on his back and walked towards the library on the mountainside.

After greeting those NPC brothers, Zhang Ze stepped into the second floor. However, when he looked through the book list, he found that many books were blank as before.

This is especially true of books about Dongqi.

During the past three years, Zhang Ze would come here almost every day to take a stroll and read these wordless heavenly books.

But today something was unusual, there was something extra in one of the books.

It is not a secret Taoist method but a stupid story.

A mentally retarded story written by Zhang Ze.

Seven Goblins and Princess Snow White

The story tells of Princess Bai Xue's battle of words with a group of heroes, forcing Oboi to death and angering Xing Daorong to death. Later, she splits Mount Hua from the summit of Bright Summit and rescues seven little goblins. The goblins, grateful for her lifesaving grace, follow Princess Bai Xue on her journey westward, through Guandong, and finally out to sea, establishing a kingdom on the sea mountain.

The content is sunny, positive and healthy. It is a short story that Zhang Ze told him yesterday when he was annoyed by the little ancestor.

Now it appears in this library.

After closing the book, I looked at the cover and saw five big words written on it.

Songmo Hanlin Chronicles

Zhang Ze grabbed a fellow student who was passing by and asked, "Brother, what is written in this book?"

"What happened to "Songmo Hanlin Zhi"? " asked the senior brother.

"Junior brother is dull, could you please help me solve this puzzle?"

As he spoke, Zhang Ze turned the page to the page that read "Seven Goblins and Snow White".

But this senior brother acted as if he didn't see it, "Sorry, junior brother, I don't like miscellaneous studies, I can't help you."

After saying that, the senior brother bowed and said goodbye.

After putting the book away, Zhang Ze left the library and returned to his own small house.

There was no need to sit cross-legged. Zhang Ze stood in the yard, closed his eyes and practiced breathing techniques.

Soon Zhang Ze was able to sense the energy, but he shook his head as he looked at the golden cyclone in his hand.

He did not use the Sword Sect's breathing method, but the Beast Taming Sect's.

Logically, this cyclone should be blue.

"Brother Zhang, what did your master teach you?" Wei Zhuang's voice sounded behind Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze turned around and saw Wei Zhuang sitting on the wall of the courtyard, still smiling.

After three years, Wei Zhuang had grown taller, but his mysterious habit of appearing out of nowhere remained the same, and he would always appear from some inexplicable places.

Maybe this is talent.

"He taught me and gave me a sword."

Zhang Ze pointed at the sword on the table and said.

"Good sword."

After chatting with Wei Zhuang for a while, Zhang Ze turned the conversation to the story of "Seven Goblins and Snow White".

"I know. Brother Zhang told me that. It's quite an interesting story."

After saying that, Wei Zhuang smiled and talked about what happened when Zhang Ze told him this story.

Just like the real thing.

But Zhang Ze was very sure that he had not told Wei Zhuang.

This story was told to the little ancestor last night, but Wei Zhuang was hiding at that time.

At this time, the little ancestor was sleeping peacefully in Wei Ning's arms. Wei Zhuang should not have known this story.

But he knew.

Looking at Wei Zhuang, Zhang Ze said, "Then let me tell you another one."

"what story?"

"Little Red Riding Hood and Grandpa Cow"

"Why is your story so weird?"

"What's weird about that? Make sure you're healthy and positive."

After asking Wei Zhuang to sit down and pouring him a cup of tea, Zhang Ze told the second little story about mental retardation.

A long time ago, Little Red Riding Hood, Green Riding Hood and a turtle named King Bowser became sworn brothers in Peach Garden.

It was a time of turmoil, so the three brothers decided to build a career and went to Nawagang Village.

Later, the world was in turmoil, with people fighting against Fang La and King Zhou. The three brothers lived and died together. The Wuzhang original magnetic field rotated one hundred times, ignited the Seven Star Lamp, and summoned the strongest and complete form of cause and effect. Afterwards, Zhuge Liang succeeded in the Northern Expedition.

After the story was told, the garden was silent.

After a long silence, Wei Zhuang nodded and said, "Your story is indeed healthy and upbeat, with many ups and downs. So where is Grandpa Niu?"

Zhang Ze smiled awkwardly, "Don't worry about the details. Brother Wei, what do you want to talk to me about today?"

"Something happened. I have to go on a long trip soon." Wei Zhuang said.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Ze asked.

"It's a mission for our sect. Brother Zhang, do you want to go with us?" Wei Zhuang asked.

"Forget it, I still have things to do." Zhang Ze shook his head.

"What a pity. Can you wait for me to come back?" Wei Zhuang asked.

"Sure." Zhang Ze replied.

March again.

Zhang Ze stood in the library, flipping through the books casually. Those books, which were originally blank, now contained many stories.

The Little Girl Selling Flying Swords

Thumbelina Uprooting the Weeping Willow

Frozen Legend: Decepticons Dominate the World

The Daughter of the Sea's Ninth Heaven Becoming a Saint

Jing Ke and Sleeping Beauty

After closing the book, Zhang Ze felt that he had done most of the harm.

He turned and left the library.

As soon as he went out, Zhang Ze saw the little ancestor waiting at the door. The little ancestor ran over and pulled the corner of Zhang Ze's clothes.

"You haven't finished telling that story from yesterday?"

"Which story?" Zhang Ze picked up the little ancestor.

"The story called Dao Tu Qi Tian, ​​and the story of moving mountains in Linglu Valley." The little ancestor patted Zhang Ze's shoulder.

"Let's change to something else today. I'll tell you the story of the Sword Sect." After saying that, Zhang Ze carried the little ancestor down the mountain.

It's embarrassing to say, but he actually knows a general idea about the Sword Sect, but it becomes very interesting when it comes out of his broken mouth.

He talked all the way as he walked, and only after the Daojian Sect's justice cut through the Qianji Pavilion did Zhang Ze stop in front of the mountain gate.

"Old Ancestor, please wake up."

No one responded to him, and everything in front of him began to fade in color, turning mottled and grayish-yellow, like a faded and moldy ancient scroll.

When Zhang Ze opened his eyes again, he did not see the Yin and Yang Gates, but found himself standing in the square at the foot of Jianzong Mountain again.

The square was bustling with people, and the eunuch was still sitting on the sedan chair.

The same story was repeated again.

In this second round, Zhang Ze did not stand there stupidly. After the trial began, he walked directly towards the mountain climbing site.

But this time someone grabbed him.

"What's the rest of the story?"

Wei Zhuang asked.

But this time it was not a child, but the real Wei Zhuang.

He has white hair and no longer smiles.

(End of this chapter)