At the entrance of Zhang Village, the village chief held his hands behind his back, bent his waist, and paced back and forth.

Since the old Zhang family found a good son-in-law, their entire Zhang village has been wiped out.

The stone road leading to the town was repaired last month, and it has only been repaired for a month, not only is it much more convenient for the villagers to go to the town to sell some melons, fruits and agricultural products, but the merchants in the town are also more willing to come to Zhangcun to collect things.

In a month, the small shops in the village have changed from one to two, and the newly opened one was picked up by the village chief and his second daughter-in-law.

The entire Zhang Village, with hundreds of households and hundreds of people, saw that life was getting better and better, and the village chief became more and more grateful for Locke's help.

"My uncle said that I will arrive soon, how long does it take to get from Uehara City to our village, can I get there in five hours?" Before the road was repaired, the farthest the village chief had ever been was to go to the town for a meeting, and at that time he had to walk for five hours on the mountain road.

Whether it was five hours or ten hours, the village chief decided to wait at the entrance of the village, and the farm work in the field was not too much for him, and it was a lot less for him, and it was more important to serve his good uncle.

If my uncle gave them another 18,000 help, the village chief would be happy to stand at the entrance of the village for three days.

In the end, he is a simple rural person, even if he has a little Jiujiu in his heart, he will not cheat and play tricks.

The village chief has many shortcomings, and when he used Locke's money to build roads in the village, he secretly withheld the balance of several hundred yuan. But it is undeniable that the village chief also has many advantages, and the original purpose of asking Locke for money was not to enrich his own pockets, but to build roads for the village.

People are not saints and sages, and when Locke used to do tasks in the Knight's Palace, he didn't scavenge up and down for oil and water.

People, the essence is good, in fact, it's okay.

The village chief found a stone at the entrance of the village and sat down, just lit his dry tobacco, and before he could take a puff, Locke's voice came from behind, "What about people, where is that Taoist boy?"

The village chief was frightened and shook his shoulders, so that he couldn't hang the cigarette stick in his nostrils, where did his uncle come from.

"Just, on the earthen platform in the village, ask each family to collect mountain goods and medicinal materials, uncle, you go with me quickly, he may have to go to the neighboring village if he is late. The village chief said hurriedly.

Before he could turn around and pull Locke towards the village, Locke vanished.

A trace of weirdness was born, and a drop of sweat slipped from the village chief's head, a big living person, how can he say that it is gone.

Someone was talking to him just now, this is definitely true, the village chief has some courage, not frightened by this supernatural event, he ran to the village earthen platform, just now it is a person is a ghost, go over and see it.

On the earthen platform in the village, a circle of villagers was packing up their bags, and Locke suddenly appeared here, pulled up a random person and asked, "Where did the boy go?"

The peasant woman who was pulled up knew that this was the eldest aunt of their village, and hurriedly said, "Zhang Daxian just left, and went to Liujiayu in the next village to collect medicinal materials." He raised his hand and pointed in the right direction.

Locke no longer wasted time, hurried away, and in a moment the kung fu disappeared.

After a long time, the village chief came to Tutaizi out of breath, "Have you seen Aunt Luo come today?"

"See, I was still here. A village woman said.

The village chief was sure that it was his uncle who was talking to him at the entrance of the village, not a demon or a monster, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

......

Zhang Yi, who is two years old Chinese New Year's Eve today, has been cultivating in Maoshan for more than 20 years, and is still a little Taoist boy who is spinning in the qi sense stage.

He was instructed by his master to go down the mountain every year to look for heavenly treasures.

But the manpower is exhausted, Zhang Yan thought of a fold, and went directly to some villages with strong weather vitality to collect medicinal materials.

Such villages are generally located in remote and remote areas of China, so he has to break his leg every time he comes out.

He once complained to his master twice, and then he was reprimanded, and the master told him that this is also a practice, a part of the experience.

Zhang Yan scoffed, he wanted to experience like his second uncle, who is currently working in the special government department of China.

Every year, not only enjoy life, but also through the help of the government, a steady stream of 'provisions' to Maoshan is delivered, and it is difficult to see ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum that are more than 100 years old, and there can still be one or two plants a year for decades.

That's the treatment that a cultivator should have, Zhang Yin always thinks when he meditates before going to bed every night.

But he didn't dare to say this to his master, because his master's fists were hard and he was the strongest Taoist priest in Maoshan.

Zhang Yan is just not satisfied with his work, but he is still quite satisfied with his master.

Dao Tong, the highest qi practitioner in the realm of Huaguo, every time he goes down the mountain and walks the rivers and lakes, Zhang Yan's identity has brought him a lot of convenience, and it is almost a gold medal for avoiding death.

"After this piece is finished, do you want to go to Shangyuan City to have a look, the second uncle seems to have come to Jin Province in two months. Zhang Yan walked in the mountain road and pondered.

His second uncle is better than the master to him, after each visit, always stuff himself with two gadgets, at the end of last year, the sect competition, he won the second place in the Taoist boy, the second uncle gave himself a fifty-year-old He Shou Wu.

After being made into an elixir and taking it, his qi rose sharply, and Zhang Yi liked his second uncle in his heart.

Moreover, the money for the Maoshan Dao children to go down the mountain to collect medicinal materials was all obtained by his second uncle, and Zhang Yi decided to pay a visit.

He swore that it was definitely not the benefits given by the second uncle.

Zhang Yan walked on the mountain road with deep and shallow feet, and suddenly a voice came from behind.

"The strength is so weak, it's not even an entry-level squire. ”

"Who, who's there!" Zhang Yan was shocked, and immediately turned around, cultivators are often deaf and clear-sighted, and no one has ever been so close to him and has not been discovered, not even the scouts in the army.

Zhang Yi, who turned around, saw the most unbelievable picture in his life, a gray-haired man, who actually flew in mid-air to talk to him.

Pointing at Locke in the sky, Zhang Yan's eyes were cracked, "Ling Void Imperial Sky!

Locke didn't have time to waste time on this little Taoist boy, and seeing that this Taoist boy couldn't even compare to an entry-level attendant, he flew forward directly in disappointment, and put his palm on the door of the Taoist boy's head, forcing him to read and memorize.

"Maoshan?"

"Qi practitioner?"

"The sixth layer of Qi training?"

“......”

After a long time, Locke began to digest the information he had just obtained.

This plane is really the same as he thought, although the energy elements in the air are low, there are still some living beings who have developed a method to break through the limit of life.

However, trapped by the concentration of elements in the world, in the entire Huaguo, the strongest is the sixth layer of Qi training, according to the calculation of the twelfth layer of Qi training, this person's strength Locke compared to knights, can only have the strength of a middle-level attendant, and it is the bottom of the middle-level attendant.

And Locke finally knew what level of his strength division in this plane was.

During the foundation building period, creatures above the first level are also called here, and they are monks in the foundation building period.

While Locke was thinking here, Zhang Yan, the Taoist boy on the other side, also slowly woke up after a period of dizziness.

"I woke up quite quickly, and my qualifications are good. Locke chuckled.

To be able to cultivate a sense of qi in the era of the end of the law, this Zhang Yan's qualifications are of course at the top of the human race, otherwise his master would not have been able to accept him as a Taoist child.

Zhang Ying, who came back to his senses, turned pale and was forcibly checked his memory, Zhang Yang did not become an idiot, thanks to the Maoshan Qingjing that he recited all year round, a Taoist classic that exercises divine thoughts.

There is a powerful master, and a well-informed second uncle, whose back is Maoshan, the strongest Daomen in China, Zhang Yan quickly reacted to what his current situation is.

Is this the god search technique that the master told me, hasn't it been lost for thousands of years, this person is really a great power in the foundation building period!

In the Dao Gate Technique, there is a search for the gods, and the user's learning requirement is to reach the foundation building period.

In the past, Zhang Yi listened to this kind of magic as a story, because the monks in the foundation building period had disappeared in the history of China for at least two thousand years.

"Dare to ask the seniors, which sect is it from?" Zhang Yan asked boldly, although he was searched for souls, he could feel that this person had no ill will towards him.

Also, who has ever seen a tiger be malicious to an ant.

Locke was still thinking about things, ignoring Zhang Yan's question.

Zhang Yi's brain was full of light.

Tianshan faction?

Dragon Tiger Gate?

Emei Sect?

Now Huaguo can be called a sect power, except for the Maoshan family, these three families can barely get on the stage.

Zhang Yi thought about it, and couldn't think of any sect that could produce a great power in the foundation building period.

Is it a casual practice?

Zhang Yan shook his head again, in the era of the end of the law, their lives were tight, how could they achieve foundation building by casual cultivation.

There is no natural treasure, no master training, no cultivation blessed land full of vitality, no complete exercises, and a Taoist priest with a sense of qi like him can appear in the scattered cultivation, which is to burn high incense.

Zhang Yi thought that he had a good brain, but this time, he couldn't understand how there could be a great power in the foundation building period in front of him.

If it weren't for the tingling pain in his brain that woke him up, Zhang Yan would have thought that all this was an illusion.

Locke, who knew the general situation, raised his head to look at this Taoist boy this time.

He didn't stay in the sky for long, he fell to the ground and walked towards the Taoist boy.

Zhang Yan couldn't exert any strength at all, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, which was the effect of Locke's spiritual power.

"I'm interested in your sect, take me to see it. Locke grabbed Zhang Yan's collar and said unhurriedly.

"No way. "Zhang Yi is quite tough.

A monk in the foundation building period broke into Maoshan Mountain, no matter how stupid Zhang Yan was, he knew that they would definitely be restless in Maoshan Mountain, even if they were wiped out by this great power, it was also sparse and ordinary.

Maoshan has the grace of nurturing him, and there are still his masters, uncles, brothers, and disciples on the mountain, and Zhang Yi will not betray them because of his own safety.

Before worshipping Maoshan Mountain, Zhang Yi made an oath in front of his ancestor that he would never deceive his master and betray his ancestors.

"You'll say yes. Locke laughed, with a hint of magic in his words, which was induced by his spiritual power that was more and more comfortable the more he used it in this plane.

Zhang Yi's eyes gradually lost focus.