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"Brother Zhang!"

At this moment, two women in their twenties, seemingly with some literary air, walked over from afar.

They were in the bloom of youth, with fair skin, and seemed out of place in these fields.

One of the women, with her trouser legs rolled up, was carrying a delicate small net bag.

Zhang Feng glanced at it and saw an aluminum lunch box inside.

This had to be bought with industrial coupons.

They were educated youth who had just come to the countryside.

"Thank you for helping us water the plants yesterday."

The woman with rolled-up trouser legs handed the lunch box to Zhang Feng, "I heard the older brothers and sisters in the village say that you haven't eaten yet, so we packed some and brought it to you."

She added, explaining, "I washed this lunch box before filling it with rice, it's very clean."

"Thank you, Literate Sister."

Zhang Feng didn't know her full name, but he and the villagers all called her Literate Sister.

"Haha, Literate Sister..."

The other woman would tease Literate Sister whenever she heard this nickname, saying, "Our Pingping is a literate sister."

"You're so annoying!"

Literate Sister playfully bickered with her.

Zhang Feng glanced at the other woman.

Her nickname was simple; everyone called her 'Free-Loader'.

"Don't let it get cold."

After giving the lunch box, Pingping didn't leave but took Zhang Feng's hoe with both hands and said confidently, "Brother Zhang, you eat first, and I'll help you weed.

After you finish eating, I'll take the lunch box back to wash; you don't have to worry about it."

As she spoke, she seemed to swing the hoe with some skill.

In reality, with one swing, she didn't hit any weeds, and her body swayed back and forth.

"Do you even know how to do it?"

Seeing this, Free-Loader also wanted to swing it a couple of times, purely because she thought it was fun.

Zhang Feng ignored them and sat on the earthen slope to eat; anyway, whether he advised them or not, they wouldn't be able to swing it more than a few times before they had to rest.

The reality was just as Zhang Feng had expected.

After swinging the hoe a dozen times, they sat down on the dirt pile, not caring about their image, to rest.

"Look at my hands."

Free-Loader showed Pingping her reddened palms.

"We've already come."

Pingping encouraged them with a strong sense of purpose, "Improving the living conditions of the villagers is our responsibility."

"Ah..."

Free-Loader didn't say anything; she only missed city life now.

Zhang Feng ate heartily, wild vegetables and rice porridge, and two cornbread buns.

Eating this at midday was quite strange.

But Zhang Feng wasn't picky at all.

His chopsticks clinked against the lunch box a dozen times as he finished eating.

Zhang Feng felt that this opening was pretty good, with someone bringing him food right away.

It's just that this 'spiritual root' was without a clue, without specific training methods, not too perfect.

Looking at his land again, he didn't want to think about anything else; he would resonate to open his meridians while weeding.

When his strength was high, he could travel through several provinces, and maybe he could find some training methods.

"Brother Zhang, we're leaving first."

Pingping and Free-Loader picked up the lunch box and waved to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng was opening his meridians and only nodded slightly.

But then he thought that this Pingping seemed pretty good, willing to work hard; maybe she could help him farm and till the land when he was traveling.

This should be an introduction to the opening, telling him who would help him.

"I'll wash the lunch box; you guys go first, and I'll bring the lunch box back to you tonight."

Zhang Feng's offer to wash the dishes wasn't entirely selfless; it was because he was new to this world and didn't know anything.

He couldn't waste his energy worrying about the gentlemanly question of who would wash the dishes.

… …

In the evening.

Zhang Feng had spent the afternoon weeding and felt quite satisfied.

Moreover, Zhang Feng wanted to plant some medicinal herbs instead of wheat.

Because the task didn't specify 'must be wheat'.

Then, under the circumstances of maximizing profit, planting some common medicinal herbs and then studying the relationship between medicinal herbs and soil was still very necessary.

It could be considered improving his medical-related knowledge while enjoying the happy process of farming.

Being happy and learning at the same time was a good thing.

Calculating the time, it was now summer, and it would be harvest time in a few days.

Wheat matures from May to July and is sown in the fall, so it's called the autumn harvest, but it doesn't necessarily have to be harvested in the fall.

Zhang Feng was thinking about harvesting in a few days and then going to town to see if there were any medicinal herb seeds.

He was thinking in his heart.

When he returned to the village entrance.

Zhang Feng saw Pingping teaching a few children to read under a large tree, using the moonlight.

There were also women and men watching beside her, also for novelty, and they were constantly whispering, chatting about some household matters.

But before he had listened for a few minutes, the village chief in his forties came over and shouted, "Literate Sister is teaching the children to learn, what are you doing surrounding her here?

And Li's eldest child, are you learning or watching something? Do you think I don't know? Get back home!"

The village chief was unusually domineering, and he dispersed the crowd with a few words.

When Pingping heard the village chief say that others were secretly peeking at her, she was a little embarrassed for a moment, and the sound of her teaching became a little quieter.

Zhang Feng walked straight over, put the lunch box beside the big tree, nodded to Pingping, and walked towards the village.

When the village chief saw Zhang Feng, his smile grew a little, and he said to Zhang Feng who was walking over, "Zhang's eldest, come, let's have a drink? I've asked your sister-in-law to cook some good dishes."

Zhang Feng was five years old when he came to this village.

The village chief was sixteen years old then and often took Zhang Feng to various homes to find work.

Although both of them were 'roughnecks', they were both diligent and efficient people, and their relationship was very good.

As for 'Zhang's eldest', it was because Zhang Feng was the only person with the surname Zhang in the village, and he was alone, so he was 'the eldest in the family'.

"Okay."

Zhang Feng heard the village chief invite him to eat, so he went.

Just right, his meridians were opened, and the resonance required a lot of food.

… …

An hour and a half later.

The village chief stared blankly at his wine glass, looked at the empty plates on the table, and then looked at Zhang Feng who was still enjoying himself.

"Zhang's eldest, how long haven't you eaten? Were you just waiting for this meal from your brother? Are you going to eat your brother poor?"

"With our relationship, don't mention this."

Zhang Feng didn't explain, only said, "Brother Zhao, how much money do you have at home? I want to buy some medicinal herb seeds and plant something else."

"Medicinal herbs?"

The village chief put down his wine glass and carefully looked at Zhang Feng, "Zhang's eldest, it's not that I don't want to lend you money, but do you understand these things?"

"Speaking of whether I understand or not, I've thought of a point."

Zhang Feng suddenly had an idea, "Look, Literate Sister is knowledgeable, right?"

"Yeah."

The village chief nodded and suddenly said, "Are you interested in Literate Sister?"

After the village chief finished speaking, the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Zhang Feng also paused for several seconds before he remembered what he was going to say, and ignoring the village chief's topic, he continued:

"I've recently learned about medicinal herb planting and plan to teach it to her, and then let her lead the people in our village to plant medicinal herbs.

Of course, I'll plant it myself first, and if you see the results, you can follow along.

Moreover, this matter has to be discussed with Literate Sister, she may not necessarily help me."

Saying she might not help, Zhang Feng felt that Pingping should help, just based on her words 'to improve the lives of the villagers'.

If she wasn't just saying it, then when she saw that planting medicinal herbs could make money and wanted to selflessly lead the whole village.

Then everything would fall into place.

In the future, the whole village would help him plant medicinal herbs, and he could save some of his time to travel around the nine provinces.

After all, having just come to this world, he had to lay the foundation first and then talk about the rest.

… …

That night.

Zhang Feng also found Pingping and told her about his medicinal herb idea.

"Okay!"

Pingping agreed after listening, "I know a few medicinal herb merchants in town, we can get some seeds on credit first."

"You know them?"

Zhang Feng didn't expect that she, a young girl, could know some businessmen.

"Yes."

Pingping sat under the moonlight and told Zhang Feng some things.

Zhang Feng also sat down and looked at her carefully this time, smelling a faint scent of Chinese medicine on her body.

And as she spoke as if reminiscing.

Zhang Feng learned that Pingping came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

This should also be a compensation mechanism of the text.

If he hadn't practiced martial arts well at the beginning, or wasn't specialized, then he could make up for it within these fifty years.

Similarly, Pingping, seeing that the diligent and honest Brother Zhang wanted to improve his life, also wanted to use her knowledge to help and then influence more villagers.

Her medical skills and pharmaceutical theory were already considered a small success in the early stages, and she was already considered top-notch in this town.

It's just that the villagers were all farming.

She didn't know how to persuade everyone to plant medicinal herbs.

But Zhang Feng took the initiative to find her, and she was very happy.

She was also prepared to show off her skills and let others know that she was not a weak woman.

It's just that in the following time.

As Zhang Feng and she went to town, bought seeds, and then came back to harvest wheat and plant medicine.

Pingping felt that she didn't need to teach anymore.

Because Zhang Feng's 'planting medicine' level was expert-level.

Even with her talent, she couldn't understand it at all.

But she vaguely felt that Brother Zhang's planting medicine level was far higher than hers.

This gave her a sense of worship, thinking that Brother Zhang was so amazing.

… …

Unknowingly, autumn passed and summer came.

In the summer and autumn of the following year, several batches of medicinal herbs were harvested greatly.

"Brother Zhang, you are so amazing!"

In the field.

Pingping was now tanned and was skillfully harvesting medicine.

Zhang Feng was also harvesting medicine, and while thinking about cultivation, he was also resonating, not wanting to speak.

"Can we really make money?"

"Does Zhang's eldest really know how?"

Outside the field, many villagers were gathered to watch, and their hearts also had a little bit of excitement.

"Zhang's eldest, can you take our family with you?"

… …

Seventh year.

The village where Zhang Feng was located had become a medicinal herb planting base.

When everything entered a regular track and the foundation was laid.

Zhang Feng, who was thirty-seven years old, also bid farewell to the tanned Pingping and a group of villagers and embarked on his first out-of-province trip.

… …

"Brother Zhang, will you still go back?"

On the tractor going to the outside of the village.

Accompanying him was also 'Free-Loader'.

Her skin was not very dark, but seven years had passed, and like Pingping, she was no longer in the bloom of youth.

"Will come back."

Zhang Feng leaned against the haystack in the tractor, glanced at her, "After you return to the city, will you still come back?"

The freeloader, wrapped in a slightly dusty scarf, fell silent again.

…

I parted ways with the freeloader at the edge of the city.

With this departure,

Zhang Feng became addicted.

He enjoyed the scenery while walking, climbing every mountain and wading through every stream.

The feeling was like a carefree immortal in a novel.

He didn't need to care about night or day.

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When tired, he would rest in the forest, or find a cave, drive out the wild animals inside, and then crawl in.

This place has a new owner now.

If not tired, he would continue walking, occasionally chasing wolf packs or teasing grumpy wild boars.

Occasionally, he would go to nearby towns to buy a new set of clothes, and then watch the new clothes gradually become old and worn with the passage of time during his travels.

In these three years of travel, Zhang Feng only walked the border of one province, but his state of mind became more and more complete.

His martial arts skills had not declined in the slightest.

He had now reached a physique of [157].

He had already surpassed the physique of reality and was moving towards a new realm of physique on the road ahead.

And today,

It was the eleventh year since he came to this world, in summer.

Zhang Feng was playing in the mountains and forests on the border of the second province, occasionally stepping onto the trees in one step, jumping on the tops of the trees, chasing the birds soaring in the low sky.

But when he chased to the front of a small mountain.

"Good skill!"

A缥缈 voice suddenly came from the top of the mountain hundreds of meters high. This voice did not seem to be generated by internal force and resonance, nor was it a loud shout, but came with the breeze.

Zhang Feng looked up, and on the edge of the cliff, stood an old Taoist in a neat Taoist robe.

The age looked to be over eighty.

"What a powerful way to find people by sound!"

When he saw Zhang Feng looking over, he laughed like a child, but coupled with his age, it was a bit neurotic.

'Strange.' Zhang Feng felt that this person was very awkward, with an indescribable strangeness.

Just as he was about to go up to find him.

He saw Zhang Feng move his feet, but quickly turned around, like a bird flapping its wings, covering a distance of more than fifty meters in one step, no less than Zhang Feng's speed.

'Expert?' Zhang Feng was very curious to see it, and felt that his footwork was completely without routine, relying entirely on a strange force to slide.

In this situation, Zhang Feng determined that the cultivation technique he practiced was likely related to spiritual roots.

It's just that he can't catch up.

When Zhang Feng climbed the mountain to look, he had already run to the mountainside three hundred meters away, and then stood in place.

At this moment.

As long as Zhang Feng took one step, he would take one step back.

If Zhang Feng didn't move, he wouldn't move either.

"Taoist priest."

Zhang Feng felt that he couldn't catch up with his current strength, and also felt that he had held back his speed, so he simply stopped chasing, but instead clasped his fists and said:

"I am Zhang Feng. I had no malice in chasing the Taoist priest before. It's just that I saw the Taoist priest's skills are so magical, so I chased after him on a whim."

"Hahaha!" The Taoist priest laughed again, and said: "So it is, so it is. This poor Taoist also sees that Taoist friend is so young, but has such skills.

Such aptitude should be the reincarnation of a celestial being!"

He couldn't hide his admiration, "Also seeing this celestial being, this poor Taoist can't suppress the excitement in his heart, and called out to Taoist friend."

"Taoist priest is too kind." Zhang Feng was still a little happy when he heard someone praising himself, especially when a master like this praised himself.

But this kind of thought was quickly dismissed.

At the same time, Zhang Feng was also trying to move forward, wanting to communicate with him face to face.

The Taoist priest retreated again, and laughed and said: "This poor Taoist observes that Taoist friend's leg skills are already superb, and can use the secret method of shrinking the ground into inches with just brute force and skill.

It is no exaggeration to say that you are a land immortal.

If Taoist friend's immortal skills are close to this poor Taoist.

This poor Taoist is not sure that he can escape from Taoist friend's hands, so it's better to be farther away, farther away."

"Then be farther away." Zhang Feng saw that there was no way to communicate face to face, so he stood in place.

"What kind of skill did Taoist friend learn?" The Taoist priest asked with great interest after seeing that Zhang Feng had no intention of moving forward:

"Using ordinary strength to catch up with the spiritual energy method created by this poor Taoist is really the posture of a celestial being, and it is also what a celestial being learns.

I wonder if Taoist friend is interested in exchanging what we have learned?"

As he spoke, he had great expectations, but he also knew that in general, no one would exchange their secret methods.

"Okay."

It's just that Zhang Feng nodded directly in his suspicious gaze, and said:

"There is no pen and paper here, I can't write down the secret book, so I will tell it."

Saying that, Zhang Feng began to talk about the Eight Steps Catching Cicadas, preparing to talk about two meridians first to show his sincerity.

"Resonance meridian? There is such a practice method?" The Taoist priest listened and listened, hearing that Zhang Feng was not deceiving him.

"Wait a minute!"

So, he first stopped Zhang Feng from continuing to speak, and then took out four small thin books from his arms.

Finally, he even ridiculously took out a bottle of ink and two fountain pens and put them on the ground,

"Taoist friend, take the book first, three of which are what I have learned. I also have pens and paper here, so it is convenient for Taoist friend to write down what he has learned."

"Okay." Zhang Feng walked forward, and he retreated again.

Wait until you come to the place where the secret book is located.

Zhang Feng picked it up and opened it, first glanced at his secret book, and found that it was a novel practice method about 'spiritual thoughts'.

And this Taoist priest put forward a very strange idea in it.

Roughly for.

People only have one thought, but after cultivating spiritual energy, they can have one more, two more, or even more.

This extra thought is 'spiritual thought'.

And every time there is one more spiritual thought, the spiritual energy will be enhanced, and the memory will also be enhanced.

When you practice to great success, it is enough to have a photographic memory, and the thinking will be more agile.

At the same time, spiritual power can also be added to the body, not only strengthening the body, but also affecting some changes around it.

Among them, the book mentioned a large paragraph.

Zhang Feng roughly finished scanning, about,

When your spiritual energy and spiritual thoughts are strong enough, then you can try to reorganize yourself, strengthen all your cells, and realize a leap in the qualitative change of life.

Or, when your spiritual energy and spiritual thoughts are stronger, you can even affect everything around you, and even turn a deer into a horse.

Or ride the wind and rise with the clouds.

When Zhang Feng saw this, the first thing he thought of was visualization.

His saying of spiritual thought is similar to visualization.

But compared to visualization, his spiritual thought is infinitely powerful.

Because visualization, in the final analysis, is a kind of cultivation method.

His is all kinds of changes, but it also needs to be combined with spiritual energy.

But this is also good. At least I already have the foundation of visualization and can quickly get started and generate spiritual energy.

As long as the spiritual energy comes out, that is, a great improvement in memory, thinking, and physique.

Zhang Feng is down-to-earth and never listens to those empty wind and changes, only looks at what he can get the fastest.

And Zhang Feng is not procrastinating, and is working hard to write about martial arts.

When finished writing.

Zhang Feng retreated a hundred steps again, waiting for him to take the book.

The Taoist priest also walked over with a smile and picked up the book.

But it was precisely because he was bending over to the side while paying attention to Zhang Feng's movements.

His right hand moved downwards greatly, causing a small mouse to crawl out of his sleeve, and then crawl onto his shoulder along his hand.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng didn't care at first, after all, every family has a small pet.

This Taoist is also strange, so there is nothing strange about raising a mouse.

But then I thought that he was a Taoist, and a mouse, plus the fact that spiritual thoughts can change the structure of life.

Zhang Feng always felt that something was wrong, and tentatively shouted from afar: "Ling Mountain Immortal?"

Brush—

The Taoist priest suddenly took a big step back after picking up the book, and then looked at Zhang Feng in surprise,

"Who are you? How do you know the poor Taoist's Taoist name 'Ling Mountain'?"

'Is it really him?' Zhang Feng paused, first looked at the Ling Mountain Immortal who was looking at him suspiciously, and then looked at the little mouse on his shoulder, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Because this mouse, at the moment, does not seem to have any problems.

Ling Mountain Immortal also seems to be a good person.

Furthermore, Ling Mountain Immortal has locked them up, but he didn't lock them up.

But after all, they met.

Zhang Feng could only tentatively say: "Taoist priest Ling Mountain, do you believe that the mouse on your shoulder may cause some trouble in the future?"

"Hahaha!" Ling Mountain Immortal suddenly laughed neurotically again, "Sure enough, you also see that the poor Taoist's mouse is a bit strange.

Indeed, he has also cultivated my Dharma.

Although it is only a shallow understanding of Taoism, it has also reached some humanity.

This poor Taoist naturally does not believe that he will harm people.

Furthermore, with this poor Taoist here, what can he do?"

"Squeak, squeak…" The mouse also called out, and curiously looked at Zhang Feng.

"Haha!" Ling Mountain Immortal laughed, "He just called you uncle-master, mistakenly thinking that you and I are discussing learning the Tao together, and are fellow disciples."

'This person is crazy.' Zhang Feng knew what was wrong, that this person 'obviously has schizophrenia', but his strength is too high, and there is spiritual energy to disturb, so he can't see it.

After all, he is listening to the mouse talk, which is obviously a problem.

Because the current mouse, this current mouse, has not yet evolved.

Zhang Feng can see that it is just an ordinary mouse.

Ling Mountain Immortal ignored what Zhang Feng thought, but stroked the mouse while saying to Zhang Feng:

"Moreover, before this poor Taoist's life is exhausted, he will also find a way to restrict him, so Taoist friend should not worry too much."

"Is it locked up?" Zhang Feng asked.

"Locked up?"

Ling Mountain Immortal laughed loudly again, and his figure retreated backwards,

"You want to make my disciple your 'prisoner', I am not willing, I am not willing…"

The laughter faded away.

Ling Mountain Immortal's figure gradually disappeared.

He had been hiding his clumsiness just now, but in fact, he could cover seventy meters in one step along the wind.

Zhang Feng chased for a few miles, and when he saw that the person was gone, he looked at his secret book.

'When I learn your skills, and then add my various martial arts to my body.

At that time, I will go directly to the mouse hole in Daling Mountain to block you.'