After three rounds of competition, Zhang Zhao felt that his spirit and body had entered the best state, and the feeling of dancing on his body became stronger and stronger, and by the last round, except for the people of the five major tribes, the gap in strength between the others had become smaller and smaller.

After the field was cleaned up, the last twenty people formed a circle, and there was a sturdy ox in the corral in front of each person, Zhang Zhao looked ahead, adjusted his breathing, and waited for the last moment. Everyone in the white-headed tribe held their breath and looked at the young man in the field with a calm bearing that did not match his age at all.

"The last round of the Baimu Competition, prepare, start. As soon as the old man's words fell, Zhang Zhao's body jumped out like an arrow, quickly tied the ox and brought it back, and after hanging it up, he finished chanting, waved the strange knife lightly, and began to slaughter it.

This time, Zhang Zhao's movements have been almost perfect, whether it is peeling the skin and splitting the bones or the final meat cutting, the arms are light and flying. After entering this state, he could no longer hear any other sounds in his ears, and just swung his knife quickly according to his thoughts.

When the beef bones in front of him were clean, Zhang Zhao raised his knife to signal, and heard an old man behind him shouting: "White head." With the old man's voice, several different voices sounded. "Horns. "Aoki. "Huayan. ”

Zhang Zhao didn't pay attention to the previous rankings of these tribes, he only heard the old man of Danhe in the field shouting: "Sixth place in the fourth round, Baitou tribe." ”

"Seventh place in the fourth round, Sheephorn Tribe. ...... 10th place in the fourth round, Moye tribe. ”

At this time, Rong Jie beside him walked over, and the two teenagers who had just helped each other in the field hugged each other. Zhang Zhao didn't realize what this ranking represented at this time. It's just that everyone around me is full of shock.

Then he asked, "What are you?"

Rong Jie smiled: "I'm the fourth, thanks to you, otherwise my father would have scolded me to death when I went back." My name is Rong Jie, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhang Zhangzhao. After Zhang Zhao answered this sentence, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked Rong Jie: "Brother Rong, do you know the uncle surnamed Jin of the Golden Tribe?" ”

Rong Jie said: "Uncle Jin?" he pointed to an old man in a yellow robe not far away, "That's it, do you want to get to know him? ”

"That's great. Zhang Zhao was greatly excited, and at this time, the people on the wooden platform not far away began to leave, he looked curiously, and Rong Jie explained to him: "Those people invited by our tribes to watch the ceremony, they are all famous figures in the Five Xuans. There are also a few very powerful cultivators. ”

Zhang Zhao didn't have the heart to get acquainted with those fellow immortals, so he asked, "What's going on with that celebration meeting?"

Rong Jie smiled: "Every year at the end of the competition, people from all tribes get together to drink, will you drink?"

As soon as Zhang Zhao heard the word wine, he remembered the dozen glasses of bitter wine, and suddenly trembled. "I don't want to drink that. ”

"How can a man not drink, when the time comes, let's have a good drink. Rong Jie waved his hand and walked towards his tribe.

Seeing Zhang Zhao walking back slowly, the people of the Baitou tribe rushed up, and even the three old men rushed over and lifted Zhang Zhao high. Hahetai took a few steps back, touched his chest with his hand, and gave a deep salute: "Zhang Zhao, you are really a good friend of our white-headed tribe." From now on, the tents of the bald tribe will always be open for you. ”

Zhang Zhao couldn't return the salute when he was held up, so he could only shout: "Don't forget to give us Lingxiao the meat money for the past few years." Lao Shahaha laughed: "You kid is quite family-oriented, don't worry, from today on, all the livestock sent will not need money." ”

The horns sounded around, and the shepherds of the Baitou tribe also took the horns from their waists, and groups of Danhe herdsmen transported a large amount of meat and wine to the middle of the field, and according to the ranking of the three-day competition of this competition, the top ten tribes were invited to enter the stadium one after another.

The Baitou tribe relied on Zhang Zhao's last excellent technique to finally win the eighth place, and after discussing with Hahetai and Lao Sha Aoqiang, they chose the Lingfeng Grassland closest to their station.

After the Lingfeng Grassland changed hands, the two tribes residing on the grassland now came over to talk to the three of them about cooperation. The ten grasslands are vast, and as long as the conditions are good enough, there is no problem with one or two more tribes.

The young people didn't care about these big things, and Hahebao and the others began to drink the mare's milk wine served by the Danhe tribe. Zhang Zhao took a sip and realized that it was not the bitter taste, and at this time Rongjie and his father Rongyi came over to toast. The bald eagle-eyed Rong Yi is very talkative, and he is even more appreciative of Zhang Zhao's righteous help in the first round.

"Zhang Zhao, you kid is really good, we shepherds like to make kind friends like you, Rong Jie, you two are close and close, and when you come to the station of the Kuaidao tribe in the future, you must come as a guest." ”

Zhang Zhao didn't think anything of it, but Lao Sha and the others were honestly afraid, Rongyi's fast knife tribe not only ranked in the top five of the competition for hundreds of years, but also one of the most warlike tribes in the Baimu League, and the strength of the Baitou tribe was many times higher.

Knowing that Zhang Zhao was actually invited by the Baitou tribe to replace the race, Rong Yi was even more surprised: "I can't imagine that in addition to our shepherds, there are fast knife talents like you, Zhang Zhao, why don't you come to my fast knife tribe, don't be a disciple in that Lingxiao." If you are born as a boy, you should ride a horse and drink and be happy for a lifetime. ”

Zhang Zhao smiled embarrassedly: "I can have today, but also thanks to the teachings of several elders of Lingxiao, since I was a child, Mr. taught me not to forget everything, and I understand Uncle Rong's kindness." ”

Rong Yi laughed: "Good boy, I didn't expect you to be young and understand a lot of truths, but I underestimated you, come, let's drink." ”

Everyone raised their glasses and drank dry, a few glasses of wine, but Zhang Zhao was still thinking about the Golden Tribe, he secretly pulled Rong Jie and asked, "Brother Rong, when will you take me to Uncle Jin?"

Rong Jie then remembered, said to everyone, and pulled Zhang Zhao to the golden tribe seat in the south, walked to the tall yellow-robed shepherd old man, whispered a few words, and beckoned to Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao walked closer, and the old man in the yellow robe nodded at him: "Boy, your sword skills are good, if you practice well, the future is limitless, Xiaojie said that you want to see me, but I really don't have the energy to accept apprentices." ”

Rong Jie also smiled and said: "Zhang Zhao, Uncle Jin already has more than a dozen apprentices, otherwise I will let my father teach you swordsmanship." ”

Zhang Zhao twisted and said, "Uncle Jin, in fact, I want to ask you, do you have a niece?"

The old man in the yellow robe had a strange expression on his face: "Niece, I have been a single lineage since I was a child, although I have four daughters and three sons, I have no nieces. ”

Zhang Zhaozheng wanted to ask a few more questions, but people from several tribes of Baimengmu rushed up to toast, squeezing him and Rong Jie aside, and the two could only come back.

Before Zhang Zhao could come up with any way, the people of the Baitou tribe took turns to come up and drink with Zhang Zhao. Although the Danhe mare's milk wine is sweet and sour in the mouth, it has a long and powerful stamina. Zhang Zhao relied on his strong body to pour dozens of cups in a row, and after being a little drunk, he even drank to the end of the glass. Later, tens of thousands of herdsmen from various tribes sang in unison, Zhang Zhao also shouted indiscriminately, the atmosphere in the field became more and more enthusiastic, and it was impossible to tell who was toasting, as long as he saw someone raising a glass, there were countless people to accompany him to drink dry.

Ha Hebao and the others got drunk one after another, but Zhang Zhao, who was drinking for the first time, still insisted on clinking glasses with the people standing next to him, and finally Zhang Zhaofu, who didn't know how many cups he had drunk, fell to the ground, and only listened to Lao Sha's cry in his ears and gradually went away.

Zhang Zhao consciously felt that sometimes he was carried around, sometimes he fell asleep staggeringly, and sometimes there was a cool liquid poured into his mouth, and he wanted to open his eyes several times, but he felt that his eyelids were heavy.

When Zhang Zhao finally struggled to get up, he found that he was already in the carriage of the Baitou tribe. The scene in front of him was the same as the day when he first came out of Lingxiao, Lao Sha was sleeping soundly opposite him, Zhang Zhao shook his head, and felt groggy, and closed his eyes to find that even the ten golden characters were crooked and listless.

He tried to stand up, who knew that his feet were weak, and he sat down again, Lao Sha was awakened by the sound, opened his eyes and looked at him and smiled: "You kid, you can be regarded as awake, I thought you would sleep all the way back to Lingxiao." ”

"What's the matter, aren't we in the Danhe grassland?" Zhang Zhao suddenly had a lot of strength on his body, rushed to the car door and opened it, and sighed in disappointment. The red cypress forests on both sides of the road are no longer the scene on the side of the Danhe grassland.

Lao Sha was a little surprised: "What else do you have to do?" Zhang Zhao shook his head, and the last bit of hope in his heart was finally shattered.

At this time, it had been two full days since he was drunk and carried back to the camp, and when the team set off, Ha Hebao and the others were also asleep and did not wake up, but Zhang Zhao drank the most and naturally woke up the latest.

Except for Zhang Zhao was a little disappointed, everyone in the Baitou tribe was elated, Lao Sha remembered that he had promised Zhang Zhao to ride a horse, and asked someone to untie a white-headed wind chasing horse and lead it to the side of the carriage.

After the team arrived at the camp of the Baitou tribe, Lao Shaliu Zhang Zhao stayed for two more days, brought him a lot of cheese and milk tea, and Tubange also took a lot of it, and personally sent Zhang Zhao back to Lingxiao.

Stepping on the mountain road of Lingxiao again, Zhang Zhao felt extremely kind, he rushed into the back kitchen quickly, and those familiar faces turned to him one by one and smiled. Knowing that Zhang Zhao actually entered the top ten, the fat master was of course very happy, eating the specialties of the white-headed tribe in his mouth, but his eyes were staring at Lao Sha: "You old guy is too boring, I have known you for so long, why don't you bring these things to me?" Zhang Zhao helped you choose a big grassland this time, do you often send some in the future." ”

Lao Sha nodded again and again: "That's natural, I used to think that these things couldn't be put on the table, so I didn't send them to you, the fat master, Lingxiao's family has a big business, and you can still care about this thing, Zhang Zhao not only won the pasture for us this time, but also saved five years of livestock money for Lingxiao." Fat master, you have a few kind words, this time he really has a lot of credit. ”

The fat master laughed: "You don't have to worry about this, I have a number in my heart, how can I not let Zhang Zhaobai save us Lingxiao these tens of millions of taels." ”

The elders in the Yangxian Hall are secretly counting the days in their hearts these days, counting that Zhang Zhao should also come back, and the uncle elder threw a few pieces of bones in front of him a few times, touching his mouth with his hand and chanting something.

"Senior Brother, what did you come up with by throwing a few hexagrams every day?" Sheng Jin asked loudly.

Shu Jiuling smiled slightly: "Don't say, don't say, this hexagram, the viewer is silent, the counter knows it, there are words, and there are words to think about themselves." ”

At this moment, Pang Feiyang, who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and said, "I'm back." ”

Sheng Jin smiled when he heard this: "Senior Brother Pang, why do you also know the result of Senior Brother Uncle's hexagram?"

Although Leng Pingyuan's body is stiff and his hands and feet are stiff, his ears are still useful. "Sheng Datou, you should practice more on weekdays, you can't hear such a loud footstep?"

Sheng Jin shook his head: "Each goes his own way, Lao Sheng, I like to cast some swords, in case I practice like some people until my whole body is like a piece of wood, and this leg can't even jump." ”

Leng Pingyuan was just about to refute, when there was a knock on the door, Zhang Zhao jumped forward: "Elders, I'm back." ”

"Ouch, you're back. All the elders had smiles on their faces, and Sheng Jin shouted loudly: "These days have made us greedy, if it weren't for my inconvenient legs, I would have liked to catch some fish by myself." ”

"Just like yourself, don't bring everyone with you. Deng Chun looked at him and smiled: "Just now you were knocking on the bowl and saying that the food was not delicious, and no one else was speechless." ”

Sheng Jin laughed: "I'm happy and straight-hearted, unlike you, who swallow those meals one by one." ”

Knowing that Zhang Zhao actually won the sixth place in the Hundred Husbandry Competition, and Lingxiao could also save five full years of livestock money, all the elders laughed in unison. Eating the tribal specialties brought by Zhang Zhao, the dullness of these days in the Yangxian Hall was swept away, and everyone chatted until the night was dark, and Zhang Zhao returned to his hut.

He didn't come back for nearly a month, Zhang Zhao looked at everything in his house very kindly, he put down the burden of specialty products in his hand, cleaned and dusted and lay down to rest. In his dream, he felt that the golden words in his mind had transformed into the beautiful appearance of a shepherd girl, but when he wanted to look closely, he suddenly dispersed.

Bursts of broken sounds kept ringing in his ears, and Zhang Zhao, whose vision was gradually clear, couldn't help but laugh when he saw the situation in front of him. The little black-cheeked monkey came in at some point, opened the baggage of the specialty that Lao Sha had given him, took a piece of cheese and ate it vigorously.

Zhang Zhao got up and touched its head, went out to finish the exercise, and ran down the mountain road quickly. Not long after entering the back kitchen, Lao Sha brought people up with livestock, and sure enough, as he said, there were still more than a dozen more for Zhang Zhao.

After experiencing the Baimu Competition, the fat master and these kitchen disciples found that Zhang Zhao had a more mature and confident momentum, after hanging a head of livestock, Zhang Zhao's different dance knife movements from the past made everyone marvel again, a group of kitchen disciples threw down their own work, and surrounded Zhang Zhao to look energetic.

Since he experienced the feeling of being at ease, Zhang Zhao's speed of dismantling the flesh and bones was several times faster than before, and his movements in the past dazzled the disciples in the back kitchen, but now he stood in front of a livestock with only a few strokes and finished the knife technique, but they couldn't understand it.

Zhang Zhao didn't hide his selfishness, and told his experience in detail, and the disciples in the back kitchen didn't listen to it, but they were even more confused when they heard it, and they shook their heads and said: "It seems that we still follow the original method, if it is as you say, a pig will have to be killed until noon." ”

The fat master looked at Zhang Zhao, who was full of puzzlement, and laughed: "Zhang Zhao, don't bother with that effort, although the truth you said just now is simple, ordinary people don't even think about it if they don't have decades of hard practice." ”

"Then why can I do it?" Zhang Zhao looked at the fat master and asked, "I don't think it's so difficult." ”

The fat master looked at Zhang Zhao with wide eyes: "Are you asking knowingly, or do you want me to praise you a few words?" You kid is different from others, and you have talent in this area, which proves that you were born to kill pigs." ”

Pointing to Lao Sha, who was smiling all over his face, the fat master smiled and said, "Do you think he chose you casually because he was old and dizzy?

Lao Sha nodded again and again: "Zhang Zhao, this kind of thing is not clear, some people can understand some truths as soon as they hear it, but others can't understand it in their lifetime, just like the two kinds of pasture grass on the Danhe grassland, this is the blessing given by the five Xuan gods." ”

Zhang Zhao finished his work, carried the food box and carried the meat back to the small courtyard, and when he delivered breakfast, Sheng Jin couldn't help but shout: "Zhang Zhao, you can get something delicious tonight." ”

Nodding, Zhang Zhao replied with a smile: "I went to the competition this time and saw a lot of fresh things, and when I try them one by one, I will send them to the elders to eat." How about we eat fish today?"

"Good. Just eat fish. Sheng Jin nodded again and again: "This month, it's just some stewed meat and stew, I've eaten enough, and you also cut some pickles." ”

Zhang Zhao went back to wash the dishes and chopsticks, and went to the lake with a bucket, the raft was still floating on the water, everything was still the same, even the shoe prints were still clearly visible. After meeting the shepherd girl at the Baimu Competition, Zhang Zhao had a new understanding of the opposite sex in his heart, although he still had expectations for seeing Mo Suyan, but he was no longer the obsession he was a month ago.

Jumping on the raft and paddling into the lake, Zhang Zhao held a sharp branch in his hand, spread out the golden words in his mind and began to fish, he found that the fish in the water now seemed to move a little slower, and the swimming fish formed a trajectory in his mind, which was a little different from a month ago.

He closed his eyes for a moment, vaguely feeling that this might be related to the new set of techniques he had experienced in the Baimu Competition. The underwater area in perception is also much magnified like the golden livestock of the day. Although the actual scope of the survey has not changed, it is possible to more accurately detect the swimming route of the fish.

Zhang Zhao briskly stabbed the branch in his hand, and immediately sent back a trembling hit feeling. He took the fish and put them on the raft, and the sharp branch in his hand stabbed and struck again, and this time he hit all of them, and in a moment there were more than two dozen large fish piled up on the raft.

Although the technique has advanced by leaps and bounds, Zhang Zhao felt that he had lost the fun of chasing again and again in the past, so he carried the fish back to the small courtyard and cleaned it up and salted it. Only then did he carry some cheese milk tea to Elder Gu.

After listening to his narration, Elder Gu's bitter face also showed a rare smile: "Yes, you did a good job. After grabbing the cheese and eating it, he took a sip of milk tea and nodded his head and praised: "This thing is not bad." It seems that the shepherds also have some good things. ”

After Zhang Zhao said goodbye and left, Elder Gu stood still for a long time, he felt that Zhang Zhao had not seen him these days, and the Qiankun Sword Technique had not only not regressed, but had a sleek feeling.

Elder Gu pondered repeatedly: "This is clearly the movement of the sword technique, and I haven't taught him either?"

Zhang Zhao has been very busy these days when he came back, taking turns to try the food preparation techniques he has seen in the herdsman tribe. Tubango, which is made of livestock visceral membrane, is full of praise for Lao Sha, not to mention all kinds of smoked and fried meat. Even the big fish caught in the lake were inspired, cut in half and removed the fish bones, grilled, fried and fumigated, all delicious.

Although he didn't think there was any difference when he came back from the competition, the fat master secretly wondered, and he went to the miscellaneous hall several times in a row to mention that the Baitou tribe had waived the livestock fees for five years, but he didn't see any reward from Lingxiao for Zhang Zhao.

The fat master saw that the days were passing, but the miscellaneous hall was still indifferent, and finally couldn't help but sit in front of Elder Meng.

Elder Meng felt a headache when he saw the fat master put on this posture of asking for guilt: "Senior Brother Fang, what are you doing here? Now you don't lack anything there." ”

"Senior Brother Meng, have you forgotten what I told you a few days ago?" The fat master stared into his eyes and asked, "Zhang Zhao has also made a lot of credit to our Lingxiao, these days have passed, why hasn't there been any movement at all?"

Elder Meng frowned and asked, "Didn't you already tell me about this?" ”

The fat master jumped up from the chair and rushed to his table, sticking his head in front of his face: "You know, it's over?"

Elder Meng tilted his head back and kept a distance from him: "Then according to your opinion, what should I do?"

The fat master stretched out his hand and grabbed it on his chest, calculated the price and said, "Why do you have to give a few pieces of high-grade fairy crystals." ”

Elder Meng sighed: "Senior Brother Fang, I can't wait to sell myself for money now, where can I conjure up a top-grade immortal crystal for him." ”

The fat master paused, and then laughed: "Senior Brother Meng, you are really stingy, if you want to say that others have no money, I believe it, and the fairy crystal silver that we earn up and down is in your hands." He exclaimed in a teasing tone, "You say you don't have any money?

Elder Meng sighed sadly and said, "Senior Brother Fang, I won't tell you, I was just about to talk to you, can you give your monthly allowance later." ”

When the fat master heard this, he was even more angry: "Hey, Senior Brother Meng, you mean that not only Zhang Zhao is not beneficial, but you also have to deduct my money? What is the reason? I really have to find the senior brother in charge to evaluate the reasoning." ”

"Even if you find Senior Brother Changqing, it will be the same result, Senior Brother Fang, not only you, I plan to stop all the elders' monthly routines from next month, we really don't have any money. Elder Meng stood up and walked to the fat master's side: "This is what Senior Brother in charge means." ”

The fat master saw that Elder Meng's expression did not seem to be fake, and then he calmed down: "Why is it silent, our Lingxiao has reached this point?"

Elder Meng paced back and forth in the hall, and said in a low voice: "In the past few years, the people sent out by Lingxiao have been attacked by bandits, and the elders of each hall have been killed and injured, not to mention those disciples. ”

He stopped in front of the fat master: "If Zhang Zhao hadn't won this game, I would have even wanted to reduce the livestock that I brought in every day." Senior Brother Fang, now I worry about money all day long. Although I like Zhang Zhao's kid very much, I can only owe him now. I'll have a chance to make amends later. ”

The fat master thought for a while and said, "If it's really as you said, it will have to be delayed for two or three years." I can't tell them about this, can I only let Zhang Zhao be so aggrieved?"

Elder Meng looked at him and smiled bitterly, "Now there is a shortage of manpower everywhere in the whole mountain. As long as you don't blame me, I will let Zhang Zhao be promoted from a miscellaneous disciple to a personal disciple. There's no one to work in your kitchen, so don't come to me for help. ”

The fat master hurriedly shook his head: "Forget it, I am reluctant to let him go, and when the skills of those boys in the back kitchen are completed, I will find him a master." ”