Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

For a natural postman, the most powerful method is definitely not fighting, but building.

If this power can be used in construction.

Zhao Ke is definitely the fastest building developer in the world.

"Rumble..."

With a shaman's stunned expression, he saw a majestic city wall rising from the ground. The gray stone wall was more than ten meters high.

The three-story palace building on the city gate makes people straighten their necks to see the top.

This city gate was built by Zhao Ke according to the shape of Luoyang Lijing Gate. The width of the city wall is enough for three carriages to drive side by side, and it is equipped with turrets and urns.

It is completely the standard of a military fortress.

The shaman can only use the energy in nature, but it is far from reaching the level of manipulating natural objects like Zhao Ke. Even if it can be done, the consumption is extremely astonishing.

But for Zhao Ke, this is not a problem.

Of course, this is just the beginning. Such a large fortress is useless to those masters except for sheltering from wind and rain.

But Zhao Ke is confident that in a short period of time, this fortress will be built into the strongest place in the world.

At least in this hegemony competition, this place will become the focus of attention, a treasure land that everyone covets, but it is also a place that makes them helpless.

"Wow!!"

Those young shamans all exclaimed, looking at Zhao Ke as if they were looking at their most admired idol.

An elder finally couldn't help asking: "Guardian, what shall we do next?"

There is a resident, but these older shamans are still full of worries about the future.

Zhao Ke frowned slightly, and looked at the big shaman. The two kept smiling tacitly. Zhao Ke waved his hand and led the crowd up the city wall, pointing to the piece of land behind the city wall that he had excavated.

For a moment, Zhao Ke couldn't help being ambitious and cold, and said confidently with a smile on his face: "There is only one thing we have to do next, and that is... farming!"

Chapter 1157

"No food?? There is no food in the whole city??"

Zhang Zhijing frowned when he heard the report from his disciples.

"No, not only is there no food, medicine, and quilts, but today the teahouses and restaurants are closed!"

The disciple in charge of purchasing carefully told what he had seen and heard.

For a while, Zhang Zhijing's expression became even uglier.

Looking at several elders, wondering: "It's strange, why is this happening."

"Teacher, it's okay without cotton clothes and quilts. If there is no food, there are some wild vegetables on the mountain, and we can satisfy our hunger, but the problem is that it won't last long."

After this elder said, the other elders were also in a dilemma for a while.

But after Zhang Zhijing thought for a while, he suddenly turned his head to look at the disciple in charge of purchasing, and said coldly, "You just said that all the shops are closed!"

"Yes, all the shops are closed. I wanted to go to the homes of some ministers to borrow, but they were all invited away, and I couldn't borrow them for a while."

After hearing the disciple's words.

Zhang Zhijing's face immediately calmed down, he pinched his three-inch long beard with his fingers, his eyes sparkled, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

But after a while, Zhang Zhijing suddenly burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Wei, Wang, Zhang and other elders looked at each other for a while, wondering why Zhang Zhijing laughed suddenly.

Zhang Zhijing seemed to be waiting for these elders to ask him questions. After the laughter, he stood there quietly and waited pretending to be profound.

They have been brothers of each other for decades.

As for Zhang Zhijing's petty thoughts, he could understand Zhang Zhijing's thoughts after receiving a glance from several elders, but the more they were like this, the less they asked.

Instead, they calmed down and waited quietly.

For Zhang Zhijing to act like this, idlers have discovered something that is beneficial to Quanzhen Sect. Since it is beneficial, they are of course not in a hurry.

For a while Zhang Zhijing played charades with these elders.

But it was hard for the disciple who was in charge of procurement, standing there, neither walking nor standing, sweating anxiously on his forehead.

Complicated emotions are like when you find your head teacher and your parents standing in front of you after a parent-teacher meeting, no one speaks, just staring at you quietly.

You can't help but think about what you did wrong...whether to be lenient when you confess, or stricter when you resist.

It took half a stick of incense.

Several elders finally discovered that Zhang Zhijing was standing there and fell asleep. The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and finally one of the elders stepped forward: "Ahem, Master Master, why do you laugh?"

Zhang Zhijing, who seemed to be sleeping just now, opened his eyes suddenly when he heard this sentence, his face was bright for a moment, and he smiled brightly: "This time the situation is sudden, we were not prepared, and the monk Sanjie will certainly not." Will be prepared."

"Eh..."

Seeing this, several elders looked blank, they didn't understand what's so funny about this matter, is it worth Zhang Zhijing's sophistication to let them stand with them for a long time?

Zhang Zhijing looked back at the bewildered faces of the elders, and was furious.

He shouted with a look of hating iron and steel: "You are stupid, we are Taoist priests, if there is no food, we just go hunting, and if there is no medicine, it is nothing. We gather medicine to make alchemy, and we build a stove on the spot. Let's start from the ground. Isn't this the skill of our Taoists?"

The elders were taken aback for a moment, that's right!

What Zhang Zhijing said is absolutely correct, they are Taoist priests.

Not a bastard who can only read scriptures.

Chanting scriptures is just the vocation of practice that they should be able to do. At the same time, medical skills, alchemy, herbal gathering, hunting, astronomy and geography, construction, metaphysics, and thaumaturgy are what they are good at.

In the beginning, Quanzhen Sect was slowly developed by Patriarch Chongyang with a group of disciples, and only then did it have the huge scale it is today.

In contrast, those monks...

Thinking of this, the other elders burst out laughing.

Just when the Quanzhen Sect was smiling brilliantly.

Just as Zhang Zhijing thought, there was a bitter look on the Buddhist side.