Another month passed, and Zhang Zheng finally repaired the injuries on the meridians through cultivation, except for the hamstrings, he was no different from ordinary people.

Limited to physical defects, now there is less than the original strength, and it is no problem to deal with ordinary people.

Yesterday, he finally met the little Lori systematized by the Ten Thousand Worlds, and learned that this was the main world after returning.

And the Heavenly Snow City where he is located is just a big city in the south.

At the same time, the system also told him that this is a world of high martial arts, and it is not impossible for powerful warriors to open mountains and break mountains, and it is not impossible to move mountains and seas and turn the world upside down.

Compared with the embroidered spring knife, this world is too advanced, the martial arts are prosperous, and the warriors are everywhere.

As for why it crossed over to this unlucky ghost, little Lori said that she didn't know, it was randomly selected.

Seeing her innocent smile and bright eyes, Zhang Zheng forcibly resisted the urge to erupt, and simply left the system space out of sight and out of mind.

"The top priority now is to cultivate the internal strength, and then connect the hamstrings. He said secretly.

......

"Boy, what are you doing?"

In the evening, a group of beggars returned to the Qingshuihe Temple and saw Zhang Zheng holding a straight branch in his hand, the size of a fist, five feet long.

It is a type of wood called an iron tree, which is extremely hard, but in winter the branches break automatically.

It can only be used as firewood, and has no other use.

Zhang Zheng didn't answer them, just buried himself in his own business.

In his hand he held a small piece of iron, the surface of which was all rust and the blade was curled.

"Kacha" grabbed the iron piece between his two fingers, and cut an arc in the air, and the hard iron wood was torn apart.

Sawdust flies

After half a pillar of incense, this iron wood has turned into a dark long knife, with a handle of one foot and nine inches, and a blade of three feet and an inch, straight and slender.

The weight of iron and wood is extremely heavy, just this wooden knife weighs almost ten catties, and ordinary people can't move it at all.

"Not bad. Stopping what he was doing, Zhang Zheng looked at his work, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Coming to this strange world, only a knife can bring a sense of security, even if it is a wooden knife, his strength can be doubled.

......

"Boy, what are you doing with a wooden knife? Can this thing kill?"

A beggar threw over half a steamed bun and glanced at the wooden stick in his hand and said disdainfully.

"Old man Zhang won't come back until later, and he asked me to bring you the steamed buns. ”

Zhang Zheng took the steamed bun, and while he was moved, he was also annoyed, how could he rely on an old beggar to survive.

Before, his body was too seriously injured, and there was no way, but now that his injuries have recovered, he should also do something for Old Man Zhang and this group of beggars.

Without them, he would have died.

He turned to the beggar and asked, "Are there any wild beasts or anything like that around here?" ”

"Yes. The beggar looked shocked and said, "We are close to the periphery of the Demon Beast Mountain here, and at night, there are fierce beasts everywhere, if it weren't for the blessing of the Qingshui River God, we wouldn't have stayed here at all." ”

He wondered, "Why would you rather beg than hunt, if you can catch a wild beast, you will have enough to eat for several days?" ”

......

"Hunting?" the beggar said, pointing to his body with only skin and bones left, "If we go hunting like this, we will be sent to death." ”

"That's right. Zhang Zheng nodded, a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people did not dare to go out of the temple gate at night.

He couldn't help but think of Old Man Zhang braving the wind and snow to find herbs for himself, and his thoughts were firm.

He said: "When Old Man Zhang comes back, you tell him that I have something to go out." ”

Then, without waiting for the beggars around him to react, he limped with the wooden knife as long as his, walked out of the ruined temple, and ran into the lush jungle, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Whether it is cultivation or healing, it requires a lot of qi and blood, eat two steamed buns a day, it is good to be able to live, and you don't dare to cultivate for too long, otherwise once you overdraw, you will train yourself to death.

The flesh and blood of the beast is the best tonic, he has no money, and he has no power, so he can only use the most primitive methods to obtain the resources for cultivation.

......

It was getting dark quickly, and the snow was a foot deep in the jungle, and he hadn't gone far before he heard a deafening roar, and the snow fell from the trees in the mountains.

"What a fierce beast. He muttered to himself, then chased after the source of the sound.

When it was completely dark, the howls of wild beasts echoed everywhere in the mountains and forests, and ordinary people were scared to death, even experienced hunters did not dare to haunt the mountains at night.

Boldness of execution stems from superb skill

The thin linen clothes were draped over the body, bringing no warmth, and the biting cold air lingered on the skin, and then soaked down the pores.

Cold

Ordinary people will freeze to death every three moments.

Zhang Zheng's mind was silent, and while he was hurrying, he silently carried the weak qi and blood in his body, generating heat to dispel the cold.

This method is not long-lasting, but it works.

"Listen to the voice, it should be almost there, and I don't know what it is. The light in his eyes skyrocketed, and the killing intent was rampant.

......

On the other side, Old Man Zhang also returned to the broken temple before dark, his rickety body trembling.

The beggars gathered around him and told him about Zhang Zheng, and after the old man heard this, he silently leaned over the campfire, lowered his head, and didn't know what to think about.

The other beggars were babbling, but in the end there was still nothing they could do.

"Don't worry, this kid is clever and shouldn't have an accident. The beggar who had spoken to Zhang Zheng before comforted Old Man Zhang.

"Don't worry too much, this kid has his own nature. ”

......

The night was heavy, there was no moon or stars in the sky, only a thick cloud of dark clouds, howling winds, and flying snow the size of fingernails.

cold

Very cold

The air was about to freeze, and just by breathing it in, my lungs were burning with pain.

The stone staircase in front of the ruined temple was covered with white ice, and the snow fell on it, and the ice became thicker and thicker.

A group of beggars gathered around the campfire, their bodies shivering.

chilly

hunger

death

confused

numbness

Too many negative emotions soaked their minds, and the atmosphere was heavy and terrifying.

No one mentioned the young man who looked like a passerby, although he was resolute and unspeakable.

But at this time, they haven't come back, and obviously they can't come back.

Maybe it's cold death

Maybe it was eaten by wild beasts

Maybe it's lost

There are many, many reasons to be able to kill a person.

......

It was late at night

Except for the old man, everyone else slept, and this old man who was hunched up, his eyes kept looking outside, and there was still a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

......

"Huhu", the wind and snow became more and more violent, and the old man's eyes widened, and he seemed to see something moving in the wind and snow.

He was afraid that he would be dazzled, so he put on a bamboo cane and came to the door to watch.

Getting closer

Less than 100 meters

The old man saw clearly that it was a man, limping along, carrying a huge wild boar on his shoulder, and the two fangs he saw were extremely sharp.

"I knew you weren't dead. The old man grinned for the first time.

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"Old man, why haven't you slept yet? A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and before he knew it, the boy came in front of him, and then threw the boar on his body to the ground, revealing his naked upper body, and a hideous wound appeared.

"Are you hurt?" said the old man with a frown.

"Minor injury" The young man waved his hand, not caring at all.

The sleeping beggars were awakened by this movement, and one by one they hurriedly got up, thinking that a wild beast had broken in, but what they saw was a wild boar that had long since died.

Everyone swallowed, looked at the young man in disbelief and said, "You killed this?"

Zhang Zheng nodded

......

"Am I dazzled. ”

"Can this kid fight beasts?"

"It must have been picked up. ”

......

"Don't even sleep, hurry up and roast the wild boar, and eat enough tonight." He yelled.

A crowd of people suddenly moved, and seven or eight beggars disemboweled it, washed it with snow water, and then pierced it with a piece of wood and set it up on the bonfire.

The flames rose, and it wasn't long before an enticing fragrance reverberated through the ruined temple.

......

"Eat, old man. Zhang Zheng tore off an arm-sized piece of roast meat and handed it over.

Old man Zhang did not refuse, took the barbecue and ate it, revealing a trace of elegance in his movements.

He sees everything in his eyes, and the old man is definitely not an ordinary person.

"Whatever. He withdrew his gaze and began to gobble up.

......

Almost half of such a big wild boar was eaten by Zhang Zheng, and the rest of the beggars looked at this young man as if they were looking at a monster.

"He's pretending. ”

......

"Hiccup" The young man burped heavily, and then ran to the corner on his own, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to temper his qi and blood.