As for what Zhang Mu said, it is actually very simple, the content is roughly as a spy, to contact foreigners, and search for inside information for them.

The White Lotus Sect shouted that it was going to fight and kill foreigners, and it really hated foreigners, so it naturally agreed to Zhang Mu's plan, and after Zhang Mu showed a little ability, Jiugong Zhenren agreed on the spot, and even gave him a status that was not low.

Of course, these are all excuses, and he did this, mainly because he broke away from the White Lotus Sect and worshiped Huang Feihong as his teacher.

As for the real people of the Nine Palaces, the martial arts are good, but one day the gods chatter, Zhang Mu always feels unreliable, even if he learns kung fu from him, it is most likely difficult to reach the level of dark energy in a month, so it is better to stay away.

On the street, it was dark, there was a little moonlight in the sky, and after walking a few steps, he remembered that he didn't know where Huang Feihong was.

"Hold the grass, I didn't say the specific time when Huang Feihong came to Guangzhou when I watched the movie before, how can I know this, I have to wait until tomorrow."

Zhang Mu looked left and right, there was no figure, and he looked at the Dalmatian dog, if the dog's leg was not dealt with, it was estimated that it would be lame.

But now that he can't find a doctor, Zhang Mu can only return to his dilapidated home according to the memories of his predecessor.

"I can't help it now, you can bear with it yourself."

Random wood was used to fix the legs of the Dalmatian, and he slept in a leaky rotten bed for the night, and went out early the next day to find a tolangzhong.

But the other party came over to take a look and found that it was a Western dog, looking strange, where was he willing to help.

In this way, a dog with a broken leg lost the opportunity for treatment.

In a place that resists Western civilization, it is difficult for a dog to be accepted.

Zhang Mu didn't bother, he wasn't so kind to take care of a dog and let it hide at home to recuperate, while he ran around to understand the situation nearby.

On the one hand, he continued to fool around, letting Jiugong Zhenren take a little silver as his expenses, and on the other hand, let people inquire about Huang Feihong's news.

This is near Guangzhou, and Huang Feihong is in Foshan, there is a large distance between them, he can only wait, as long as the plot starts, Huang Feihong will naturally come over.

In order not to make Jiugong suspicious, he ran to the church in the West when he was fine, and with the little English foundation in his head, he reluctantly said hello, followed the study of prayer, and became familiar with some missionaries.

Seeing that Zhang Mu can indeed spy on some information, Jiugong will also rely on Zhang Mu, which may be of great use at that time.

And Zhang Mu has silver in his hand, he mixes well, he has nothing to learn English with foreigners, and he has a pet dog at home, compared to other poor people, his life is really good.

Two days have passed, Zhang Mu is a little anxious, the main task of the trial requires him to reach the dark energy level within a month, and every day that passes, there is a greater possibility of failure.

He wanted to go through other methods, but he still needed to be guided by a master to learn martial arts, so that he could get twice the result with half the effort, and the real people of the Nine Palaces obviously didn't trust him and wouldn't teach him.

Of course, he was not idle, for the past two days, he has been practicing the military fighting techniques taught to him by Su Lingling, even if this set of fighting techniques lacks the skills to use strength, but it is still good for the body.

When he had time, if he met the little girl, he would deliberately tell some small stories, hoping to regain her lost innocence.

On the afternoon of the third day, the sun was lazy and all the birds returned to their nests.

Snow White looked at the red apple in her hand, took a bite lightly, and felt that it tasted very good, she didn't notice, and the old woman next to her showed a smug smile......

Zhang Mu told the story of Snow White with a half-truth, and the little girl sitting next to him was already fascinated.

At this age, you should listen to fairy tales and be coquettish in the arms of your parents, not be a saint in this White Lotus Sect.

The sorrow of the times, which falls on everyone, is the sorrow of the individual.

Zhang Mu touched the little girl's forehead and said with a smile: "Girl, that's all for today, go back quickly!" ”

He didn't ask the girl's name, there was no need, he didn't ask for merit, he didn't ask for it, he just wanted to be plain as water, just do whatever he wanted.

"Well, brother, I'll go back."

The little girl was very reluctant, she started from the first fairy tale she listened to at Zhang Muna, and the most expected thing every day was to come here to listen to new stories.

When the little girl was reluctant to leave, Zhang Mu also walked out of the door, and when she saw a few white shadows, she hurriedly walked over.

These shadows are all the nearby White Lotus Sectists, and they are actually just poor people who have been deceived by the Nine Palaces.

In the current era, in addition to the regular militias, many poor peasants will join some sects, and the White Lotus Sect is one of them.

"Where's the guys?" Zhang Mu stopped a few people, ready to inquire about the movements of the White Lotus Sect.

"It turned out to be Ah Chao, who was recently taken by the real people of the Nine Palaces, so he must have learned divine skills, right? If you have the opportunity, you can teach us. ”

Several people knew Zhang Mu's predecessor, and they were very envious and even a little respectful.

"......" Zhang Mu was a little speechless, these guys still believed in Jiugong's words, and really thought they had miraculous skills.

Seeing their yellow and thin faces, Zhang Mu didn't know what to say, and felt that it was better to let them think a little, if the so-called fairy gods could make them less painful, let them continue to believe......

After all, it is easy to change a person's body, but it is really difficult for him to influence a person's mind.

"Oh, Ah Chao probably can't convey magical powers casually, let's hurry over, tomorrow at the telegraph office, we have to prepare a lot of things."

One of them took the initiative to make up for it, explained to Zhang Mu, and also said the information that Zhang Mu wanted to know, and even pulled his companion away.

"What an assist!"

Zhang Mu looked at the black-faced middle-aged man who looked like a cropper gratefully, and felt very pleasing to the eye.

After a few people left, Zhang Mu's eyes lit up, the telegraph office opened, and the time was matched with what he knew, and finally the protagonist came.

There was nothing to do all night, and in the early morning, as soon as the morning sun rose, Zhang Mu left home and walked to the city.

"Wow!" Dalmatians waged their burnt tails and tried to follow.

"Go back, go out and run around, be careful of being killed by others and eat meat!"

Zhang Mu waved his hand and closed the door, he didn't want to go out with the dog.

Passing through several slum streets, Zhang Curtain walked into the city, and the lively atmosphere came to the face.

At this time, the city of Guangzhou-Zhou is still very prosperous, with dense teahouses and wine shops, busy traffic on the street, ups and downs, and crowds of people.

People basically wear braids, wear ancient clothes, go shopping, or talk about the world, or listen to music and amuse birds......

If it weren't for the fact that foreign guns and guns had opened the country, if it weren't for the rows of people holding white cloths in protest, Zhang Mu would have thought that he had come to ancient times.

"Barbecued pork buns, newly released barbecued pork!"

"Come and buy the lottery, it's going to open soon."

……

Squeezed in the crowd, hearing these voices, Zhang Mu felt a little nostalgic, and this was also the atmosphere when he went out on the street when he was a child.

After glancing at the calligraphy and paintings similar to lottery tickets, Zhang Mu shook his head, found a teahouse at a high point, ordered a pot of hot tea, a basket of steamed buns, and sat down at will.

Listening to the discussion of the people around him and watching the hustle and bustle on the street, Zhang Mu rarely felt at peace and waited quietly.

Suddenly, there was a discussion in the crowd, all pointing to a woman, whose special outfit attracted the attention of many people.

Soon, in the crowd, three people in rickshaws appeared, one of them holding something, it should be Liang Kuan. The man in the car next to him was holding a folding fan in his hand and wearing braids, looking handsome and having an extraordinary temperament. The other is wearing a suit, a hat, a man's dress, red lips and white teeth, it is Huang Feihong and Aunt Thirteen.

"I hope that through the guidance of famous teachers, I can grasp the mystery of strength as soon as possible."

Zhang Mu put down the teacup and stood up and walked down.

The basic realm of martial arts that he knows includes bright energy, dark energy, and internal qi.

In the world of Huang Feihong, the martial arts have declined, and there are no martial artists in the inner qi realm, and the strongest is the peak of dark energy.

He has 1.8 times the physique, his roots and understanding are beyond ordinary people, and his standard is ordinary humans in the next thousand years, when human beings have evolved and become stronger, so his talent in this world has reached three or four times that of ordinary people.

In this way, he is basically a martial arts genius, and the only thing to do is to find a good teacher.

Wong Fei Hung is the only candidate.

In addition to having a reward of false value, he also wants to worship Huang Feihong as a teacher, this person is worthy of his admiration, and has a great chance of success.