"Let's go!"

"I can't see my fingers in this dark night, and it's useless to go!"

"I can hear and tell!"

was told by Wen Weng about the efficacy of the snake's gall, and Dong Zhongshu was not calm at once.

There were thousands of monks in the well-known Divine Power Realm in the Han Dynasty, but the number of those who stepped into the realm of self-consciousness was no more than a hundred.

The realm of self-consciousness is a threshold that separates the excellent from the top level.

Even if Dong Zhongshu can defeat some great cultivators of the Solipsist Realm, but the world's prejudices are like mountains, and the requirements of this realm will not change because of Dong Zhongshu's strength.

There was no clear requirement in the court to hold a certain position, but it tacitly acquiesced in the situation.

For example, the maintenance of the history of the assassin of a place, or the county guard, or the positions of Taichang, Guangluxun, Weiwei, Taifu, Tingwei, Dahonglu, Zongzheng, Dasinong, Shaofu and other positions above the court, these positions are at least held by the monks of the Solips Realm.

And the prime minister, the imperial doctor, and the taiwei involved in the three princes must be selected among the monks of the True Self Realm.

Even if these people are old, their actual combat power is not as strong as the realm shows.

For example, Wen Weng, who is the county guard of Shudi, has the initial level of the self-only realm, but Wen Weng's real combat power is inferior to Dong Zhongshu.

But Wen Weng's level in official positions is obviously beyond Dong Zhongshu.

This news made Dong Zhongshu a little impatient, and he wanted to kill the snake immediately to swallow it.

"It is very likely that the Naba snake has become a demon beast, and the strength brought by the copper tendons and iron bones is not inferior to you and me" Wen Weng advised: "If Zhong Shu can show his might, I am willing to lead the way in the dark!" ”

"Demonized? This snake gall ......"

Any heavenly treasure that has stepped into a high realm is a rare thing, and even if it is not used, it can be exchanged for others.

It wasn't until Wen Weng explained again that Dong Zhongshu fully understood the reason for the other party's concession.

This is obviously a big medicine that blindly saves future troubles.

It is difficult for a normal Divine Avatar Realm cultivator to withstand this kind of influence, and a Divine Avatar Realm Grand Cultivator with a background would not choose this kind of medicinal substance with slightly lower efficacy.

Only a strong and poor monk like Dong Zhongshu would choose the courage of the snake.

"This snake gall is a bit difficult to take," Dong Zhongshu frowned.

It is difficult to kill demons, and the trouble of swallowing snake gall is even more troublesome.

But the opportunity of the self-only realm is in front of him, and Dong Zhongshu feels that he can't miss it.

Even if this is a flawed thing that impacts the realm, this is also something that Dong Zhongshu has not been able to touch much in more than ten years.

He suddenly remembered the spirit jade that Zhang Xuezhou once had, and felt a little more tingling in his heart.

As long as he had the good luck of Zhang Xuezhou, he forcibly hit the upward on the day the spirit jade arrived.

Some people have average strength, but their luck is very good, while he is the opposite.

Thinking back on his experience in this life, Dong Zhongshu felt that if he had half the luck of others, he would not still be in the realm of supernatural powers.

"Brother Zhongshu?"

"Go, must go!"

When Wen Weng's voice asked again, Dong Zhongshu didn't hesitate a little.

But he didn't act as anxious as before, and the whole person was normal.

"Is the fan I paid you still there?"

Thinking of Wen Weng's mention of the snake becoming a demon, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help but be a little more cautious and asked Zhang Xuezhou.

"It's still there, but what are you asking for?" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Borrow a treasure!"

Dong Zhongshu sighed at his hard-won treasure fan, and thought about how the treasure fan didn't have it, he only felt that his liver hurt badly.

"Do you still have a bag?"

When Zhang Xuezhou cast a spell to take the fan, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help but be a little stunned.

He is lacking that, that is, he has to borrow the magic weapon in his hand, but Zhang Xuezhou has not seen that he has used the gift bag for two years.

He originally thought that Zhang Xuezhou had a hard time in the past two years, but now it seems that he is likely to be the only one who suffers.

"You have to tell me about that matter," Zhang Xuezhou said with a treasure fan in his hand: "I'm still going to Chang'an City to find His Royal Highness the Prince!" ”

"If you believe me, don't be in a hurry about this matter, it will be better to wait patiently!"

Dong Zhongshu is inconvenient to say the speculation in his heart.

But if his guess is correct, a major change in the imperial court may take place in the next year or two.

The trip to Lingnan involved some problems, when beware of the spread of information, whenever Zhang Xuezhou ran to Chang'an City to see the prince, Zhang Xuezhou's best fate was to be locked in prison.

"Don't go to Chang'an City," Dong Zhongshu advised.

"I'm a little confused, I didn't figure out the problem!"

"It's good to be confused!"

Dong Zhongshu waved his hand.

That's the limit he can describe, and that's all he can say.

If Dong Zhongshu is allowed to talk nonsense, or even say the guess in his mind, Dong Zhongshu feels that it is acceptable to let him catch the snake empty-handed.

He adhered to the rules, and waited until Zhang Xuezhou muttered a few times and did not respond.

"Half of the words are half hidden, and it's the worst thing to hide something!"

Zhang Xuezhou kept muttering, but the fan was finally handed back to Dong Zhongshu.

"What have you fanned with this fan, how do I feel like this fan has been poisoned?"

The familiar manipulation was born from mana, and when a wind wave fanned out, Dong Zhongshu only felt a faint smell in the wind and waves.

"It's on fire!"

The wind and waves were launched, Dong Zhongshu had not yet identified the poisonous gas mixed in the wind and waves, and Wen Weng succeeded in igniting the flint and burning cotton wool.

The light of the torch quickly lit up, and Wen Weng's face was reddened.

"Zhang Shu, Zhao Liang!"

Wen Weng shouted, only to see two strong men in coarse cloth clothes quickly running from the wooden shed on one side.

"Your Excellency!"

The two of them shouted in unison, their bronzed faces full of solemnity.

Wen Weng and Dong Zhongshu's conversation was partially obscured by the sound of heavy rain, but their listening ability as martial artists was not weak, and they also heard partially.

"Go and prepare fishing nets, bows and arrows, mounts, robes, and pig's blood!"

Sure enough, the order came, and the two had to respond.

Wen Weng didn't think about getting rid of the snake once or twice, but Wen Weng didn't dare to do it until Dong Zhongshu, the one from Chang'an City, came to think about it.

The two glanced at each other, and then looked at Dong Zhongshu who was shaking the fan, so they had to quickly return to Zhang Luo, the county guard.

"Brother Zhongshu, please!"

Wen Weng held the torch and pointed in the direction of his mount.

"You're coming with me to take a look?"

The mana breath flowed on the surface of the body, compared with two years ago, Zhang Xuezhou's realm had obviously improved significantly, and he had achieved two consecutive jumps.

Even if the benefit of the spirit jade existed in Zhang Xuezhou's body, the other party's realm-breaking speed was still amazing, not inferior to the top genius.

And to survive the battlefield where Emperor Jing confronted, and even after breaking away from Chang'an City, everyone is still alive and well, Dong Zhongshu feels that Zhang Xuezhou is indeed a malleable talent.

It is even likely that the other party may have the possibility to assist them.

Dong Zhongshu looked at Zhang Xuezhou, and he felt that Zhang Xuezhou was at least stronger than Zhang Shu and Zhao Liang under Wen Weng.

"I'm not with you!"

Zhang Xuezhou's voice of refusal came, and Dong Zhongshu smiled.

"If you follow me, you can avoid a lot of detours," Dong Zhongshu said.

"You've made a detour yourself!"

"Sensei said such a sad thing!"

Zhang Xuezhou's poisonous voice came, and Dong Zhongshu shook his head again and again.

He is very unlucky, but he can indeed guide Zhang Xuezhou to avoid detours.

Whether it is in Zhang Xuezhou's entry into the capital, or in Zhang Xuezhou's practice, he has enough qualifications to guide.

"The realm of your cultivation is out of balance, there is no realm and you lack the power to kill, if you can walk with us, maybe you can still listen to some good words," Dong Zhongshu said.

"I'm doing well!"

"You're not afraid that I won't return the fan to you after I get it back!"

Dong Zhongshu saw that it was difficult to convince Zhang Xuezhou, so he casually made a joke.

But he didn't expect that Zhang Xuezhou really got up and followed.

This made him feel that not only did he have a low reputation for teaching, but also his credibility.