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Boring and tedious, hard and painful.

Countless times of searching for dry intestines, countless times of racking of brains, countless times of re-study, countless times of seeing hope in despair, and going to despair in hope......

The exploration of martial arts is like this, only diligence.

Zhang Ang started the retreat again, it is easy to understand, in order to avoid some possible accidents, and in order to reach the peak and even the title level earlier, the broken void earlier, and the martial arts god, he must go into retreat, after all, improve his strength.

The cultivation of the God of War Catalogue was far more difficult than Zhang Ang had imagined.

This martial arts treasure book composed of forty-nine floating statues is not at all the same as the martial arts cheats that Zhang Ang obtained before, there is no move map on it, no movement route, no skill know-how, and some at least one by one mysterious martial arts will!

The one who rode the dragon straight up to the Nine Heavens, the remnants of the martial arts will of the Golden Armor Heavenly God!

There is only one key to the Temple of the God of War, and you can only enter it once. It took Zhang Ang more than three months to deeply imprint the different martial arts wills contained in these forty-nine relief statues into his mind.

And it is almost impossible to train the "God of War Catalogue" in just three months and raise the strength to the title level, so you can only use the Xuanwu Hall again.

After all, one year in the hall and one day in the outside world is the best cultivation treasure, and these three months will become a full ninety years of cultivation time!

It's just that because the natural power of heaven and earth in the Xuanwu Hall is not the same as the natural power of heaven and earth in the outside world, and cultivating this level of martial arts treasure book, the understanding and application of the natural power of heaven and earth is indispensable.

Therefore, Zhang Ang chose to cultivate outside during the day, and at night, he entered the Xuanwu Hall to cultivate for half a year.

The days of cultivation always pass very slowly, day after day, month after month, or fifteen years and fifteen days.

......

With a sigh of relief, Zhang Ang got up from the bed and walked out of the room for the first time in a month.

"Is the retreat done?" Albert asked, with some concern.

"No, not yet, but I've got some clues, and I need to get out for a while. Zhang Ang replied.

"Go out, don't you have a clone? Why don't you let the doppelganger go?" Albert was a little puzzled: "Why do you want to go in person? Is it to seek a breakthrough in the battle of life and death?"

"No, it's not what you think, I'm looking for the fulfillment of my soul!" After that, Zhang Ang patted Albert on the shoulder: "Don't worry, wait for me to come back." ”

After speaking, as if a gust of wind was blowing, Zhang Ang disappeared into the small western-style building so abruptly.

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Sou.

Silently, Zhang Ang appeared on a seaside, to be specific, a dockside.

The sea breeze whipped in with a faint saltiness, and a group of coolies-like men on the docks were carrying goods, their spines bent by heavy sacks, sweat sliding down their foreheads and wetting their clothes.

After watching the coolies work for a while, Zhang Ang left the dock and walked through a small forest to a tidal flat.

After standing on the beach for a while, Zhang Ang returned to the wharf, and then followed the main road and walked into the small town next to the wharf.

This is the city of Toulon, where he woke up from his dream.

Walking into the city, it was time for dinner, and the smoke curled in the city, and many people began to cook. However, unlike the bread and wheat cakes commonly eaten in other cities, the ID people here prefer to steam some white, soft food. Isn't there still some stalls on the street shouting and selling these white, soft, fist-sized foods.

Zhang Ang walked slowly on the street, walking through the streets that had hardly changed, and he was extremely familiar.

The big hotel with the golden bull's head is still open, and in the Sun Hall, Moon Hall, and Star Hall, the nobles are singing and dancing, and the cups and plates are staggered.

Came to the city lord's mansion again, the city lord inside had already changed, and the current one was obviously just a reckless man, dumbfounded, while pulling his fingers, while listening to the reports of his subordinates, it was far less elegant than the Count Marceau back then.

Coming to the church again, the current church is obviously much more lonely than before, far less prosperous than before, the priests in it are sparse, even the children trained are more than half, and the old new bishop is holding a book that knows what and reading it with relish. Zhang Ang knew him, and he was the old man who was in charge of managing the sale of martial arts secrets.

With a sigh, Zhang Ang came to a small hillside in the west of the city again.

There are two graves side by side, with the surname "Leonardo" engraved on them, and inside are the biological parents of this body, whom he has never met. And next to those two tombs, there is a small tomb, Mobei is also simpler, and there is not even a name engraved on it.

But Zhang Ang knew that this was the tomb of old Ivan, the old, loyal, and sincere old Ivan, who had carried him on his back and helped him through the most difficult years.

I didn't even see him for the last time, and he died silently......

Because no one has taken care of it all year round, the grave has long been overgrown with weeds, so he pulled out the weeds one by one, swept away the dust, and leveled the land, and Zhang Ang left here in the afterglow of the setting sun.

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Sou.

Silently again, Zhang Ang came to a bustling city, which was the capital of France, Paris.

On the banks of the Seine, the beautiful Rose Sword Academy is still very beautiful in the sea of flowers, and young and beautiful aristocratic ladies with swords are shuttling around the campus.

Whether it is the aristocratic canteen in Xuanyuan or the lower canteen at the entrance of the campus, the chefs inside are all busy and preparing for the upcoming evening meal time.

As soon as he stepped out, he came to a small house, in which he had rented for nearly a year, a new family had moved in, and the family of three was happy, sitting around the dining table, smiling and praying before the meal, full of family warmth.

Then he came to the front of the Grand Palace, hesitated for a while, and walked to a courtyard next to the palace.

Inside, a group of young men were struggling to stab their spears, while a handsome man with blond hair was directing them, reprimanding them and giving them directions.

At this time, a beautiful and charming woman walked over, said a few words of coquettishness, called the handsome man in, and the two hugged each other.

Inside, a group of young men were struggling to stab their spears, while a handsome man with blond hair was directing them, reprimanding them and giving them directions.

At this time, a beautiful and charming woman walked over, said a few words of coquettishness, called the handsome man in, and the two hugged each other.