Zhang Xuezhou has never walked such a long mountain road.

It was a mountain that was hard to see.

People shuttle through the mountain roads in the mountains, and there are even many places where the roads cannot be called mountain roads at all, only a few vague footprints as marks.

"Dad, why do we live in such a remote place?"

Although he knew that the dream was created by himself, and many things were completely unreasonable, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but want to ask the hidden answer in his heart when he was walking hard.

If he could, he would still very much like to create a dream in the city, instead of squatting in a small mountain village for more than ten years.

He took the Qi and Blood Pill, and his physical fitness was far better than in the past, but in order to get out of the mountain where Zhangjiazhuang is located, he had walked for more than half a month.

It was an extremely long trek.

But hearing Zhang Chong mention that he had only walked less than 700 miles in half a month, and there were nearly 300 miles of mountain roads to shuttle, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but have a big head when he heard it.

"Because your father can't do anything other than hunting" Yourong said with a smile: "He doesn't read much, and he can't do business, even if he buys things, he will be cheated, how can he make a living in the town!" ”

"I have no one to teach me since I was a child, otherwise if I study hard, I may be able to find something to do in the city!"

Zhang Zhong replied stupidly.

His reason is no different from Zhang Xuezhou's reality, although he lives in the city in reality, his father Zhang Weimeng really doesn't know how to do business.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that Zhang Weimeng had been deceived by someone who had used the concept of school district housing, and his life could not be stable until he was thirty-four years old.

The Zhang Zhong in the dream is obviously some kind of copy of Zhang Weimeng.

Hearing that Rong mentioned the embarrassment of Zhang Chong being deceived when he was young, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that his dream was born from his heart, and many things were full of similarities.

Zhang Chong once walked out of the mountains, but his lack of skills led Zhang Chong to eventually return to the mountains.

When the villagers of Dashan choose to live, they choose a place where there is water and is convenient for hunting, and they carve out a peach source in the mountain.

"Don't look at our Zhangjiazhuang as remote, but our village has not had natural or man-made disasters over the years, and it can be regarded as a safe life!"

Seeing that Zhang Xuezhou's attitude was more yearning for the city, Zhang Zhong had to mention some other factors.

"The cities outside are not peaceful, the demons and evil are just fine, the number is small, they are rarely murderous in the big cities and towns, and the slaves of the fierce country cross the border from time to time to plunder is a man-made disaster, and those people were once so powerful that the kings of our dynasty had to give in......"

Zhang Zhong chattered about the danger outside.

He is a person who has seen the world in Zhangjiazhuang, not only the city, but also the demon, and the slave of the fierce country.

It was an extremely strong race, and the whole tribe was good at fighting, and almost all their lives they hunted on horseback.

It's just that the goal of slave hunting is not limited to wild beasts, but also includes the kingdom of humans.

In the eyes of the slaves, there is no difference between humans and beasts, as long as they can be snatched and used, the slaves will do this kind of thing.

It can be said that this is a powerful country like a bandit, and as long as it aims at the target, it will inevitably start a war.

In the past 100 years, the Han Dynasty was the target of hunting by the fierce slaves.

"Those people are burly and tall, riding like the wind, good at shooting and swords, infinitely powerful, and the slightly more powerful ones all have demon methods, and they are arrogant and unreasonable......"

Zhang Zhong talked about his exploits when he became the commander of the army.

"That's just a slave man's ten-......"

"The Captain of Ten has jurisdiction over ten soldiers in the Slave Legion, and our Captain has jurisdiction over five!"

"That's the lowest-ranking official of the Slave Legion, no different from our captain!"

"The ruler who is in charge of ten is definitely more powerful than the one who is in charge of five...... Well, you have a point! ”

Zhang Chong wanted to talk about his exploits in killing the murderous slave ten masters again, but when Zhang Xuezhou asked questions again and again, he had to admit that the ten masters were indeed more powerful, and the price they paid for the lives of the three captains was roughly the same.

"If you stand out among ten people and become an official, it will inevitably be more powerful than standing out among five people" Zhang Xuezhou said: "If your talent competes among ten people, maybe you will never be able to become a military commander in your life!" ”

"Can you save some face for your father?"

Zhang Zhong knocked Zhang Xuezhou's head in a bad mood, and when he saw Zhang Xuezhou in pain and ran out of his legs for several steps, he nodded with satisfaction.

Zhang Xuezhou before entering the country and Zhang Xuezhou after entering the country are completely different people.

Zhang Xuezhou in front of him is three points stronger than in the past.

If it was in the past, Zhang Xuezhou would have been tired and paralyzed after walking on the mountain road for half a day, but now half a month has passed, and Zhang Xuezhou's spirit is still full.

Zhang Zhong could even feel the qi and blood surging in Zhang Xuezhou's body, which was no less than those children in the village who had practiced martial arts for many years.

This is every day that passes, Zhang Xuezhou is one point stronger.

Zhangjiazhuang is indeed far away from the city, but it is not far enough to reach the point of thousands of miles of mountain roads.

As long as Zhang Xuezhou's body can continue to improve, Zhang Zhong doesn't mind delaying a little longer.

His time was indeed very tight, so tight that Zhang Chong wanted to fly back to Zhangjiazhuang immediately to investigate suspicious clues and see what strange things were happening in the village, but Zhang Chong couldn't leave Zhang Xuezhou, especially Zhang Xuezhou, who was delicate and frail.

Every time Zhang Xuezhou took a step forward, Zhang Chong felt that he would feel more relieved when he left.

Zhang Xuezhou's changes are not bizarre, and the entrants are very different from ordinary people.

In the world that Zhang Chong knows, immigrants can accomplish all kinds of things that are beyond the reach of human beings, and Zhang Xuezhou's transformation is completely understandable.

He even wished he could break through the entrance and see what difference he had made after entering the country.

But the years can't be repeated, even if it is done again, Zhang Chong feels that he has achieved the current limit.

In the end, he is just an ordinary villager, and the space for drilling up the camp is limited, and the current level is already a successful life.

Of course, there are many regrets in his life, but Zhang Zhong watched Zhang Xuezhou, who was not successful, quickly crossed the threshold that he would not be able to cross in his life, which made Zhang Zhongzhong extremely down-to-earth.

"Days like this ......"

When Zhang Zhongzhong had a little satisfied thoughts, he only heard Zhang Xuezhou, who was walking in front, whispering.

When Zhang Zhong stepped forward, he saw a bush opened, revealing an old man with a hooked nose wearing a brown robe.

"Nine-foot road chief!"

Zhang Chong was slightly stunned, and then looked at Zhang Xuezhou.

"Why did your teacher faint here?" Zhang Chongqi said.

"Don't talk about me and him, don't mention anything, he's not my teacher!"

Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath, and waited until his fingers probed the long and non-returnable snort of the Void Dao, and the other party still did not react, and he was relieved.

The Void Daoist is definitely not a weak person, and his reputation among the great cultivators is not low.

If they don't return to clean them up, Zhang Xuezhou feels that their family of three will all go to the street.

This kind of powerful cultivator fell in the barren mountains and grasses, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but be vigilant.

He pinched the 'Ziting' acupuncture points of the non-return, only to feel that the other party seemed to have a few breaths left, and the eyes of the non-return opened slightly.

"Take me back to the Taoist Temple, King Jin Chan...... It's coming! ”

The voice of no return was free, and the low gasp seemed as if he was about to lose his breath at any time, which made Zhang Xuezhou suddenly shrink his outstretched hand.

"He's getting into trouble, let's go!"

Zhang Xuezhou whispered.

"The Golden Toad Dharma King has been severely injured, he will use the essence blood of the cultivator to recover his injuries, you are also a cultivator who has entered the country, unless you can quickly escape from this radius of three hundred miles, you will not be able to escape!"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou, who was overflowing with the breath of an entrant, he felt that the other party was a delicious snack from King Jin Chan.

He only felt that the breath on Zhang Xuezhou's body was somewhat familiar in his heart, and when he saw Zhang Xuezhou throw himself away, he had to quickly explain the stakes.

"You have to rely on me...... It is up to me to repel the wounded Golden Toad King! ”

His gaze was withdrawn from Zhang Xuezhou, who was slowing down, and when he saw clearly the faces of Zhang Zhong and Yourong who were following behind, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and he felt that there were two reliable assistants.

If it were ordinary, a retired big-headed soldier like Zhang Chong would be of little use, but when King Jin Chan was severely injured, Zhang Chong undoubtedly had the slightest possibility of threatening the other party.

More importantly, Zhang Zhong is a good hunter, good at stalking, and good at getting rid of opponents.

He felt that his life was expected to continue.

"Wait......"

When he stared at Zhang Chong and Yourong from Zhang Xuezhou's body, he sniffed his nose, only to feel a wisp of familiar and terrifying demonic aura coming out of the two of them.