And those famous powerhouses, who will be like Zhou Zhenghong who will be sprayed with blood with a palm?

Therefore, this holy sword recognizes the master, although it is very simple, but I don't know if I want to do it by chance, it is not too easy, no wonder the holy sword more than 10,000 have recognized the master twice.

However, what Zhou Zhenghong is actually doing so far is only the first step.

Strictly speaking, the Holy Sword is only open today for its own right to visit, and it is still 108,000 miles away from the true confession of the Lord.

His "openness" actually means that he has enough time to accomplish things that he has never done.

This is not a good thing for him, and he himself is not aware of the problem.

After all, this is a difficult thing, it is difficult to get to the sky!

Difficult! For example, Zhou Zhenghong couldn't do this at all if he wanted to release the gray-robed old man at this moment.

And even if they have the right to visit, Zhou Zhenghong can only get the most initial conditions.

Now, what he can walk into is only such a door, Zhou Zhenghong can go to see the outside world, but he may not be able to really walk in, because there are still many things waiting for him inside.

Without these things, Zhou Zhenghong may feel disappointed, but this does not tell the whole story. Just a beginning, and then it's the end!

It's gone! There are some things behind other doors, which Zhou Zhenghong can not see today.

Of course, through some memories of the previous generation of sword masters, Zhou Zhenghong also understood that behind each door in the corridor, a strong man who died under the divine sword might appear.

Saying "maybe" also exists, because Zhou Zhenghong doesn't know when these strong men will die in tension, if the time is too long, or if the cultivation is insufficient, these people will completely dissipate in heaven and earth.

Now, Zhou Zhenghong is quite curious, what is the identity of the gray-robed old man in front of him?

It is said that since he can die tragically under the Holy Sword, then the status of this old man should be a bit extraordinary.

However, before Zhou Zhenghong could ask, he felt extremely tired.

Because, he knew, at this time, he had fallen asleep.

When Zhou Zhenghong woke up from his sleep, he found that he had been arranged to do a special experiment.

So, he stripped off all his clothes, put on only a raincoat, and went out to find a job.

Later, after the world turned around, Zhou Zhenghong found that he was lying on the bed with a good upright, and all the furnishings in the room were familiar.

He, back to the real world.

"Young Master, you've woken up!" Zhou Zhenghong, who was walking in the yard, suddenly heard a girl's voice.

He hurriedly got up and walked over to her, it turned out that a young girl was feeding Zhou Zhenghong medicine in the yard.

Zhou Zhenghong saw the girl handing the medicine bottle to him, so he took the initiative to help get the medicine.

"Hey, come on!" Bunny shouted.

Ling'er, who found Zhou Zhenghong sitting next to him with his eyes open, shouted unexpectedly.

Immediately, the little girl jumped out of the chair and hurried out, saying, "Young Master, I'll help you get the medicine!" ”

Zhou Zhenghong didn't care about anything else, so he touched the small sword hanging around his neck first, and this time it was really there.

At that moment, Zhou Zhenghong almost thought that he had experienced the taste of a dream, but he quickly decided that these were the facts, since he had really grasped the small part of the role of the little sword.

Although he had no way out of his divine consciousness to remain in the sword just now due to his lack of spiritual power, he could still maintain the communication of his divine consciousness with the gray-robed old man, and even if he could, he could directly supply what he saw and heard to the old man, so that he could look at the world again after being isolated from the world for several years.

After a while, Ling'er carefully picked up a big bowl and went back to the house, saying, "Master, you hurry up and drink it while it's hot, but Imperial Doctor Luo said that your injury this time is not light, and you need to recuperate for a few days!" ”

Smelling the strong smell of medicine, Zhou Zhenghong's little face immediately became bitter.

The herbs in this world are much more difficult to drink than the Chinese medicine in his previous life, and the taste is not only bitter, but also an indescribable sourness.

Zhou Zhenghong, a native of Chongqing, has been fond of Chinese herbal medicine since he was a child, and he began his career in Chinese herbal medicine under the guidance of his father. When Zhou Zhenghong was very young, he would drink a Chinese herb called "purslane".

At that time, there was no Chinese medicine.

Zhou Zhenghong has been sick since he was a child, and he was forced to take medicine at that time, and it was painful to drink at all. This feeling Zhou Zhenghong can be regarded as unforgettable for life.

However, after all, he is not an ignorant child, and Zhou Zhenghong also clearly understands the meaning of the flesh.

At noon that day, after Zhou Zhenghong had dinner, he went to the hospital with his family for an examination.

When the doctor told them that his left shoulder had been fractured, he needed to be injected with a drug called "bone cement" right away.

Zhou Zhenghong breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course! Definitely not.

Fang Cai moved his arm slightly, and his chest was held by someone and felt a faint pain, knowing that he was really beaten a little miserably this time, no matter how bitter this medicine was, he should drink it.

With the help of Ling'er, Zhou Zhenghong frowned, and quickly drank the bowl of medicine.

He rubbed his eyes and said to Ling'er, "I don't know if you will finish this bowl of medicine......"

She laughed, "I knew you wouldn't, I haven't figured it out yet!" ”

"What? That's nougat! What's wrong? Zhou Zhenghong shouted.

"Why?" He asked.

Immediately, Ling'er took out a nougat from her pocket, peeled the candy paper and stuffed it into Zhou Zhenghong's mouth.

Speaking of this nougat, it is still a snack made by Zhou Zhenghong and Ling'er a few years ago, which can be regarded as the signature delicacy in Master Kong's chain store.

At that time, there was a food company in Taiwan called "Master Kong", which produced a confectionery product called nougat, which was favored by many people.

In the mainland market, nougat has become a favorite snack for many consumers.

It's just a pity that in the past half a year, there have been countless industries that have been swallowed by the Heavenly Family, and this Master Kong is in it.

At that time, Master Kong's change of hands also completely calmed Zhou Zhenghong's heart to save the country, making it clear that Dashun is not the earth, and only force is ten thousand roots. In the country of Dashun, wealth is not the only measure of a person's success.

If you want to make money, you must have enough capital and ability to create more profits, and if you want to make more, you must have strong economic power, otherwise you will fail.

If you don't have enough strength, no matter how much you earn, it's just a wedding dress for others.

It's just a pity that now Zhou Zhenghong himself wants to eat this kind of nougat, and he has to spend money to buy it.

Chewing the sugar quickly, the taste of the medicine in his mouth was somewhat offset, so Zhou Zhenghong couldn't wait to ask: "Ling'er!" How long have I been in a coma? How will it be in the future? Has Shi Yifei gone? Uncle, doesn't it agree with it? Oh, yes! Is my sister back? ”