"Brother Zhang, you're distracted again!"

As the long sword in Zhang Zifan's hand landed, Xiao Daotong sighed and bent down to pick up the long sword.

Zhang Zifan scratched his head and said, "There have been a lot of things recently, and my brain is not enough." ”

This is not to shirk, with the decline of the time flow ratio between the two realms, Zhang Zifan has been frequently serving as the right minister of the big business in recent times.

Xuanniao's descent to business is really misinformation.

In fact, the egg that Shang Qi's mother Jian Di ate back then was the egg of the Golden Crow, and in a sense, it was the eldest cousin of Zhang Ya's clone.

The so-called Xuanniao is also the chicken Xuan.

In that year, Hou Yi shot down the nine-headed golden crow, and the four fell into the hands of the Styx, and practiced the milky white dark light.

The four heads fell into the hands of Ji Xuan.

And the mother of Zhang Ya's clone is the last one.

Of course, those golden black chickens are eaten as crunchy chicken rice flowers.

And he unexpectedly discovered that the golden crow actually laid eggs.

As a chicken cultivator, Ji Xuan certainly knows the truth that chickens lay eggs, eggs and chickens, and life is endless.

Therefore, he originally wanted to cultivate the Golden Crow clan as his long-term snack.

Turn over the chicken slave and sing, it's beautiful to think about.

However, Ji Xuan's breeding plan was eventually stillborn.

Because a reckless woman ate the golden crow egg, and she was pregnant.

Ji Xuan doesn't know much about the principle here.

Don't say that Ji Xuan is not clear, and Zhang Zifan is not clear either.

In fact, whether in the East or in the West, ancient women had all kinds of magical abilities, or were illuminated by divine light, or were dreamed by saints, or became pregnant after eating strange things like Jane Di, and such things were not uncommon.

There is reason to believe that their husbands should all have vast grasslands.

In this regard, I have to say that Master Kongqiu, who is nine feet six inches long, and who draws his sword and cuts people without saying a word, is still very honest, and his parents clearly record that Ye He gave birth to a child.

But anyway, something magical happened.

Shang Hou is in the same vein, and he actually has such a bloody relationship with Zhang Ya.

This is a love that transcends species, transcends reproductive isolation, and makes people entangled.

Shaking his head, Zhang Zifan decided not to think about those troublesome things, he shook his head at Xiao Daotong and said: "I don't want to practice swordsmanship, I don't think swordsmanship is not suitable for me, let's practice boxing." ”

Xiao Daotong raised his head and said suspiciously, "Are you sure?"

"Hmph, of course sure!"

Zhang Zifan took a duck step and put on a duck fist starting style that he had not yet lost in the wilderness.

"Okay, I'll ...... gently"

"Poof—"

Zhang Zifan left blood on the corner of his mouth, and looked down at Xiao Daotong in disbelief and said, "The amount of water you carry this afternoon has been doubled!"

......

Back in his small courtyard, Zhang Zifan's injuries had healed.

Xiao Daotong's shot is still very measured.

And this little injury, Zhang Zifan can heal it with just a few merits, and he will probably only send three or four sons.

However, Zhang Zifan is about to start seriously considering a problem.

Is it really possible for oneself to preach the Tao with strength?

According to the plan, the body of the true god, the body of merit, and the body of cultivation, these three doppelgangers and three corpses are one, and they will become the strongest saints.

But Zhang Zifan found that he couldn't even beat a little Taoist boy who had not dried up, and it seemed that he couldn't prove it with his strength no matter what.

It's not a question of effort or not, it's a question of talent.

For example, a child with ordinary qualifications, because of his poor family, has not yet gone to primary school, and junior high school has gone to the worst school in the urban-rural area, which is difficult to catch up with being admitted to Tsinghua University.

Really...... Still have to find a way?

Zhang Zifan shook his head, it seems that he must reap a wave of merit in this God Tribulation, otherwise the merit is not enough for the follow-up plan.

After the end of the canonization, throw the cultivation clone into the upper realm to experience......

Thinking like this, Zhang Zifan turned on the system again and entered the world in the courtyard.

......

In the eyes of the immortals, the longevity of mortals is too short and too short.

Thirty years, for Zhang Ya and others, it is just a short flick of a finger.

Staying on Dadang Mountain may be far more than 30 years.

But for Cheng Tang and Yi Yin, this is a long thirty years, thirty years of rejuvenation, and thirty years of subverting the world.

Chase Xia Jian sister is happy in Nanchao, will be the princes in Yiluo, and tell the heavenly father in Mount Tai.

A new dynasty with the Xuanniao as its totem is rising in Nanzhan Buzhou.

Twelve years later, in the majestic palace, in the sound of bells and dings, all the officials entered the court to congratulate the 100th birthday of Emperor Wutang.

Except for an old man with the same gray hair who stood like a candle in the wind, all the officials, including Yi Yin, bowed and wished Wu Tang a long life.

Half an hour later, the hundred officials dispersed, but Yi Yin and the old man were left behind by Cheng Tang.

At this time, Cheng Tang's clothes were still as gorgeous as forty-two years ago, and his eyes were still as burning as forty-two young.

But he's old.

His skin was dry and wrinkled, his old eyes were dull, and he could barely see with the help of reading glasses offered by his right side.

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