"Dad, how many steps are there on this mountain road?"

After climbing more than 500 steps behind his father's back, Zhang Tianzong was so tired that he was out of breath.

You must know that he is only a twelve-year-old child, and he has not yet started martial arts.

This is still Zhang Tianzong's exercise since he was a child, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to carry his father, let alone climb the mountain.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps," Zhang Yongyuan said with a smile: "The average step is 0.1 meter, which is less than 1,000 meters." ”

"It's less than a kilometer, it's a mountain," Zhang Tianzong reminded.

"Do you want to change my back?"

Looking at his son's little face full of sweat, Ye Tingcheng said distressedly.

"Don't, I'd better come!"

Zhang Tianzong hurriedly shook his head.

I don't know if he is too stupid, or if Ye Tingcheng is hiding too deeply.

Anyway, in Zhang Tianzong's heart, his mother is an ordinary peasant woman.

Although Zhang Tianzong was and still is still suspicious, he has never found any definite evidence that his mother can cultivate.

I hope my mother can really cultivate, and with a blessing in my heart, Zhang Tianzong supported his father with both hands and continued to move forward.

It took him half an hour, and he finally climbed another five hundred steps.

Carefully placing his father on the stone steps, Zhang Tianzong crossed his hands on his waist and gasped for breath.

"Where are the disciples of the Heaven Shattering Sect, where did they go?"

After resting for a while, looking back and forth left and right for a long time, Zhang Tianzong couldn't help but scold.

Just now, these people were as enthusiastic as they were, but now on the mountain road, as long as he has a family of three, he can't even find someone to help carry his father.

should be watching you from the mountains, Zhang Yongyuan muttered in his heart.

I used to be the pride of the sky, and I guess these people also want to see what their son looks like.

"Otherwise, you go to the mountains and let your Uncle Yifei send someone down to help you. ”

After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Yongyuan asked.

His son doesn't need to be pointed at by others, even if Zhang Tianzong is really a waste, it is also his son.

"No," Zhang Tianzong simply refused.

Uncle Yifei, uncle is a fart, Zhang Tianzong scolded again in his heart.

Since the bell rang before, this Xu Yifei must have known that his father had come to the heaven-shattering gate.

Now that the other party doesn't show up, there is only one explanation, this guy doesn't plan to go down the mountain to help himself at all.

Father is right, the world can only rely on itself!

After slandering a few words in his heart, Zhang Tianzong continued to climb the mountain behind his father's back.

"Dad, have you just counted, how many steps have I climbed?"

"This ghost is clear," Zhang Yongyuan said without a good breath.

"I've counted," Ye Qingcheng said with a smile, "The step under your feet is one thousand and seventeen." ”

"Mother, Dad scolded you for being a ghost. ”

"Hehe," Ye Tingcheng couldn't help but laugh.

Zhang Yongyuan's head is full of black lines.

“......”

It took an hour for Zhang Tianzong to climb to the two thousand level.

It took another hour and a half, and Zhang Tianzhong climbed to the 3,000 level, barely climbing a third.

I looked at the sun in the sky, and it should be around two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Eat!"

After looking around cautiously, Zhang Tianzong directly took out two roast chickens from the Qiankun bag.

gave one to his parents, and Zhang Tianzong took the slightly smaller one and gnawed it directly.

"Dad, mother, do you want it, I roasted ten at one time before!"

Zhang Tianzong ate greasy, and when he saw that his parents had sent all the food into his stomach, Zhang Tianzong said with concern.

"If you can't eat it, you eat slowly. ”

Ye Qingcheng doted, there are not many happy days like this, but they are enough to support her through those difficult years.

Zhang Tianzong said 'um', he is not big, but the amount of food is not small.

In less than ten minutes, a roast chicken weighing about two catties was all in his stomach.

After replenishing his strength and resting under the shade of the tree for about half an hour, Zhang Tianzong carried his father on his back and continued to move forward.

"What does this mean, why didn't anyone come over to help him?"

On the street in Ning'an City at the foot of the mountain, someone looked up for a while and couldn't help but ask.

"You don't understand this," an insider said with a smile: "The Heaven Shattering Gate recruits disciples every year, and in addition to the innate talent that meets the requirements, you also have to carry heavy objects to climb the ladder. ”

"But Zhang Yongyuan's child is only twelve years old when he is full, and he can meet the requirements with a maximum weight of fifty pounds, but he is now carrying his father, and the weight is at least more than one hundred. ”

"Because that kid is Zhang Yongyuan's species, of course it has to be more difficult. ”

"I've heard that Zhang Yongyuan's son's cultivation talent is not very good. ”

The insider nodded, strictly speaking, the kid who was climbing the mountain with his father on his back was a cultivation waste.

But the few elders who said this at the beginning, the light ones have been expelled from the sect by Xu Jingyun, and the heavy ones even lost their lives because of a word.

Although more than ten years have passed, insiders dare to guarantee that if someone dares to scold Zhang Yongyuan's son in front of him in Ning'an City as a waste now, it will not be easy for him to see the sun tomorrow.

Of course, there are two sides to many things.

Zhang Yongyuan's prestige in the Heaven-Shattering Sect is indeed unparalleled, but because of this, many Heaven-shattering Sect disciples were so pressed by him that they couldn't raise their heads.

Now in the Heaven-shattering Sect, two-thirds of the disciples should regard Zhang Yongyuan as their idol.

The other one-third is estimated to have forgotten or forced themselves to forget Zhang Yongyuan.

But even so, these people didn't dare to scold Zhang Yongyuan's son in front of him if he gave him ten dares, at most they just talked behind his back.

"Let's go, I'll come back later," the insider replied, turning around and entering the Flying Feather Pavilion not far away.

He was the shopkeeper of the Flying Feather Pavilion here, and he had been in Ning'an City for eighteen years, so he was so clear about what happened back then.

It's just that there are only a few people like the shopkeeper who don't like the excitement, and most of the onlookers continue to discuss with great interest.

There are good gamblers, and even open a handicap on the street.

"Hurry up and bet, bet that Senior Brother Zhang's son climbed the ladder without the help of the earth-shattering people before the early hours of this morning, and he will lose two for one; bet that Senior Brother Zhang's son can climb the ladder before ten o'clock in the evening, and pay five for one; and bet that Senior Brother Zhang's son can climb the ladder before eight o'clock in the evening, and pay ten for one. ”

"What if I don't like him?" someone asked.

"In the same way, if you bet that Senior Brother Zhang's son can't climb the ladder with his father on his back before the early hours of this morning, you will lose 10 if you press one; you bet that Senior Brother Zhang's son can't climb the ladder before 10 o'clock in the evening, and you will lose 5 if you press 1; and you will lose 2 if you bet that Senior Brother Zhang's son can't climb the ladder before 8 o'clock in the evening. ”

"I'll press a thousand medium-grade spirit stones, and bet that kid won't be able to climb the ladder before the early hours of this morning!" said a disciple of the Heaven-Shattering Sect who knew the 'inside information'.

"I'll press a hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and bet that kid won't be able to climb the ladder before nine o'clock tonight. ”

"I, I'll press a hundred lower grade spirit stones, betting that Senior Brother Zhang's son will eventually be able to climb the ladder. ”

"One hundred lower grades, you are here to be funny, I will press 10,000 medium-grade spirit stones, and bet that kid will not be able to climb the ladder before ten o'clock in the evening!"

“......”

"Okay, the handicap is suspended, I can't lose so much if I lose again, everyone go to the next handicap!"

In just five minutes, the dealer had to call a stop.

In a one-sided situation, if Zhang Yongyuan's son fails, his savings for many years will be exhausted.

Thinking about it, it is rare for a twelve-year-old child and a cultivator to be able to climb the ladder on his father's back.

But gambling is like that, if the kid finally manages to climb the ladder before the wee hours of this morning, he will make a lot of money.

You must succeed, the dealer looked at the small figure on the mountain road, and worshiped the gods and Buddhas in his heart!