my game world

After a while, his eyes opened, the corners of his mouth turned up suddenly, and the aura on his body suddenly dropped to a level, as if he had already lent his own attributes to others.

Obviously, his method has succeeded, and he has successfully enlightened his own projection in the Qingfeng world.

"Unfortunately, it is difficult for me to understand the situation over there after attuning the projection."

Zhang Yong opened his eyes and sighed with some regret.

It is said to be an attunement projection, but in fact it is to let the projection side know who you are.

It's a bit like solving the mystery in the womb, understanding his own past life, etc., so that the projection can understand that he is Zhang Yong's projection, has part of his memory, and what kind of tasks he needs to complete there.

How it was done, what happened again, it was still the projection of my own life, but there was an extra identity in the projection, and nothing else changed.

As for whether the projection will be detrimental to the main body...

This is nothing to worry about.

As a reserve of the God of Destruction, if you can't even do this little trick, it's really too inferior.

Zhang Yong now needs to wait for the projection side, and make contact every once in a while to determine and judge the specific situation in the Qingfeng world.

As for how to get in touch...

He has learned the language of runes for so long, so he has already mastered many extraordinary abilities.

"Okay, now I can accompany Freya to raise the baby with peace of mind."

With the ability of attuned projection, Zhang Yong suddenly felt relaxed.

In the future, he will probably have a lot of time to carefully sort out his own strength and accumulate more resources to achieve his goal of becoming a god.

And with Zhang Yong's enlightenment, in Qingfeng Realm, a seemingly inconspicuous old dandy opened his cloudy eyes.

Qingfeng Realm, north of Zhao State.

In a small town called Qixing Town, the old dandy Zhang Hai held two iron balls in his hand, swayed from side to side, and greeted the vendors next to him on the street.

"Yo, Master Hai, are you here?"

"Master Hai, take this egg, it's baked with honey, it's very fragrant."

"Master Hai, you can eat two of these meat buns."

"Master Hai, there is a new baby here, why don't you take a look?"

The vendors around greeted him enthusiastically, but Zhang Hai just glanced at it, and walked forward swaggeringly.

Zhang Hai from Qixing Town is a well-known shabby householder in this small town. He didn't learn well since he was a child, and he did not do good things by stealing chickens and dogs, which caused the people in the town to beat him up.

After Zhang Hai became an adult, no girl was willing to marry him, and she became a bachelor afterward.

But who knows that this bachelor has been playing for a long time, and he has encountered good luck.

I don't know where I picked up a girl, and I just lived like this.

However, after having a woman, Zhang Hai has also restrained a lot, and at any rate, he has begun to show signs of change.

But not long after, the woman passed away because of dystocia, leaving behind a son who was less than a month old.

With a descendant of blood, Zhang Hai had to cut down on food and clothing to raise his son, because of this, he kept his voice low when he went out, and he no longer had the demeanor of a quiet street tiger back then.

The people in the small town also thought that Zhang Hai had disappeared from everyone since then, and eventually became the lowest class of people, so they gave him a lot of rollicking.

But who knows, Zhang Hai is a jerk, but his son is different.

Although he was congenitally deficient from birth, he slowly regained his body under Zhang Hai's remedy later on.

Then the child showed his talent and became a legend in the whole Qixing Town.

This child named Zhang Yu has been able to read scriptures since he was a child, and is regarded as a treasure by the teacher in the town. He doesn't even need tuition fees, just to teach him the knowledge in the books.

Later, at the age of nine, Zhang Yu was admitted to Tongsheng and became a low-level scholar.

From now on, I can get some subsidies from the town government every month to fill the household and so on.

Afterwards, Zhang Yu was out of control, because the practice of martial arts was so common in Qingfeng Realm, even the scholars were not so great, they were just the reserve of the officials of the dynasty.

It is the gangs in various places that really dominate the people.

After understanding this point, Zhang Yu studied martial arts with his teacher after he passed the examination as a scholar, and was recommended to be a disciple of the "Yellow Dragon Gang" with his extremely excellent aptitude.

Then in a few years, Zhang Yu made a name for himself in the Huanglong Gang and became the helmsman of the Huanglong Gang in Qixing Town, taking charge of an area.

As a result, Zhang Yu, who is capable of writing and martial arts, became the true ruler of Qixing Town, and Zheng Anlong, the magistrate of Qixing Town, shared the various parts of Qixing Town.

As a result, Zhang Hai, who had ascended to the sky, naturally became a big shot that the people of Qixing Town dared not offend, and even had to be careful to curry favor with him.

This caused Zhang Hai's previous disposition to play out again, and some bad habits began to appear.

But at this time, Zhang Yong's enlightenment came, and Zhang Hai realized himself for a moment, and then... continued to do these nonsensical things.

Although he did understand that he was Zhang Yong, he also clearly knew that his name was Zhang Hai.

An old guy who has harmed neighbors since he was a child, and now relies on his son to have prosperity and wealth.

Moreover, he also clearly understands that what he needs to do in this world is not to do earth-shattering things.

It is just that he needs to observe everything that happens in this world from his own position, and then report to Zhang Yong, the main body, based on his own views.

Of course, with Zhang Hai's idea of ​​projection, he naturally doesn't want the world to be destroyed, but at the same time, he is also Zhang Yong. If it really reaches the point where it must be destroyed, he will seriously give his own opinion.

"This world, it seems, is not as serious as it is known in the game world."

Zhang Yong was walking on the street, thinking about various information in his mind.

Now that he has all the memories of Zhang Hai, he is naturally very clear that there is nothing wrong with Qixing Town.

Or it is because the things Zhang Hai has been exposed to are too limited, so he doesn't know much about this world.

But according to what he knows, this Qingfeng world is somewhat similar to the martial arts world in the novel.

"Could it be that this is just a world of martial arts?"

Chapter 367 Who dares to hit my son!

In Zhang Yong's eyes at the moment, Qingfeng Realm is a very ordinary world of martial arts.

But he also knows that this should be just an illusion, the real world has not yet appeared in front of him.

Even the impression of martial arts is because his son Zhang Yu learned martial arts after joining the Yellow Dragon Gang, which made him understand.

Otherwise, there is nothing surprising in Qixing Town just based on Zhang Yong's decades of experience projecting Zhang Hai.

Even in Qixing Town in the past, there were no big gangs, only some gangsters banded together and pretended to collect protection money.

It wasn't until Zhang Yu returned to Qixing Town with the members of the Huanglong Gang that he unified the underground world of Qixing Town.

Therefore, without this release, Zhang Yong would not know that there are still "warrior" in this world.

The world of martial arts is just what Zhang Yong said with his own knowledge, but in essence, the martial artists in this world are very different from the characters he saw in martial arts novels.

Warriors in the Qingfeng world only practice external skills, which is the means of horizontal training.

His son, Zhang Yu, is learning "Ape Demon Dali Fist". He needs to drink raw blood and take pills every day to strengthen his body.

However, Zhang Hai had no interest in this before, so he didn't know much about it.

But he knows that daily practice will cost a lot of money.

Zhang Yong walked slowly towards the sub-rudder of the Huanglong Gang in Qixing Town. As the helm master, Zhang Yu was practicing martial arts in the yard at the moment.

When he was carrying out strength training with hundreds of kilograms of iron, the guards at the door trotted in and said beside him, "The old man is here."

"Why did dad come here?"

Hearing the report from his subordinates, Zhang Yu was a little surprised.

His playboy father doesn't do anything serious on weekdays.

When I go out to eat something in the morning, I usually go to the teahouse to listen to the book, or take a little money to play a few games in the casino in the town.

Basically don't go back at noon, just find something to eat.

In the evening, either to listen to music, or to do something that is popular.

The relationship between father and son is of course very good. After all, he was raised by that dandy old man who pissed and pissed since he was a child, and he also exhausted his family property to provide him with a sufficient foundation.

Otherwise, he would not have such an opportunity.

But Zhang Yu also understands very well that in the eyes of many people, his father is a jerk.

If you don't do good things on weekdays, you will do all kinds of disgusting things.

But Zhang Hai is also very winking. Being able to not be killed before Zhang Yu grows up is enough to prove that he is still very good at judging the situation, and when he should be soft, he will be soft quickly.

Zhang Yu once wanted his father to learn martial arts, and he even prepared suitable exercises for him.

But unfortunately, after trying for half a day, Zhang Hai gave up with a face of pain, and then smiled as usual.

Zhang Yu had no choice but to protect his father as much as possible at this moment, at least to let him spend his old age in peace.

It is precisely because Zhang Yu understands what kind of person his father is that he wonders why he, who usually avoids this small courtyard, came here suddenly.

Just when he was wondering, Zhang Yong walked in shaking his body.

This is an independent large courtyard filled with various props for cultivation.

Zhang Yong took a glance and found that most of them were various iron blocks, stone blocks, or some metal dummies for people to knock on.

The people in the yard are all the elite gang members of the Huanglong Gang, and they are all doing the most basic forging to build a qualified foundation before they are ready to become warriors.

"Father, why did you come here?"

Zhang Yu hurried over two steps, supported Zhang Yong's arm, and asked in a low voice, "Is something wrong?"

"Can't I come and see you for nothing?"

Zhang Yong pretended to be angry and laughed after a while, "I had a good dream this morning and I was in a good mood, so I came over to have a look."

Zhang Yong waved his hand, found a rocking chair and sat down: "Go ahead, I'll watch you exercise."

When the old man spoke, the Huanglong gang in the courtyard had no choice but to take a look at Zhang Yu who was nodding, and then continued to exercise.

Zhang Yong watched their exercise and nodded silently in his heart.

The kung fu practiced by these people is indeed somewhat extraordinary.

Through specific training of the body's musculature, a special kind of blood energy is actually induced, which wraps around the inside of the body, continuously strengthening and nourishing every part of the body.

However, the blood of these gang members is too weak. In Zhang Yong's eyes, they are almost like a wisp of steam at noon, the kind that will be evaporated casually.

But on the other side, the blood energy in his son Zhang Yu's body even formed a soaring smoke, rolling over him continuously, forming an ape that looked up to the sky and howled.

Beside Zhang Yu, several incense masters of the Huanglong Gang, their strength does not seem to be weak.

On their bodies, the blood was like a pool of water, surging around them.

"Obviously, the strongest is my son, who is so bloody that he forms a wolf smoke of apes."

"Secondly, those incense masters, whose blood qi condensed into a pool of water, gathered enough blood qi, as if they were accumulating, waiting to transform."

"As for those gang members, although they are the most active in training on the field, they are also the weakest. It takes a long time for a trace of blood to be born, and there is not much gain in a day."

Zhang Yong kept evaluating the warrior system in this world in his heart, and then slowly narrowed his eyes.

In his opinion, this kind of blood seems quite wasteful.

The soaring blood energy was displayed unscrupulously like this.

Let some sensitive people, or people like myself who can see eyes that others can't see, can clearly see where he is.

What is even more worrisome is that these soaring blood energy is also constantly escaping and dispersing in all directions.

Although the speed of dispersal is not as fast as Zhang Yu's growth rate, it will also hinder his progress in improving himself.

This made Zhang Yong a little puzzled. Was this appearance intentional, or was it a problem with the cultivation technique?

Zhang Yong just thought about it and didn't say anything.

In the eyes of others, Zhang Yong, the old man, came here just to watch these people as fun.

Although I feel a little uncomfortable in my heart, whoever let the helmsman himself be here.

Just as the martial arts practice in the yard was bustling, suddenly there was a rush of footsteps coming from outside the yard.