"Seven days!"
"Yes, seven days!"
Moving from a prison to a mansion, the living environment has undergone major changes.
When you live in a public place, you don't need to worry about rent, nor do you need to worry about food and drink.
Zhang Xuezhou's mentality is quite good. After all, he has always had the idea of muddling along in the past and can live in any strange environment. What's more, the mansion provides medicated meals, which allows his exhausted body to recover roughly.
Zhang Qian, on the other hand, escaped from the tense atmosphere and became uncomfortable after living there for a few days.
He looked at himself with a bulging belly and felt that he could not live like a domestic pig.
Listening to Zhang Xuezhou's brisk reply, he felt that he and Zhang Xuezhou probably had nothing in common in this regard.
He moved the table in the room to make the space as large as possible, and then punched there in a precise manner.
"This boxing and kicking skill...what kind of punch are you doing?"
Zhang Qian's sword was removed and he could only use his fists and kicks to stretch his body.
Zhang Xuezhou watched for dozens of seconds. He felt that Zhang Qian's fists and kicks were not as powerful as Zhang Manqian's Sanda fighting skills. Zhang Qian suddenly punched out, and an explosive sound suddenly sounded in the air.
More than two meters away, Zhang Xuezhou's clothes were swept away by the wind of the fist, causing his chest to feel as if someone had pushed him.
This made Zhang Xuezhou take a breath of air, and it was difficult to estimate the consequences of Zhang Qian's punch on the person.
"Fuhu Fist!"
After Zhang Xuezhou asked for more than ten seconds, Zhang Qian took a deep breath and gave a brief response.
"Looks pretty awesome, foreign teacher?" Zhang Xuezhou said enthusiastically.
"This is the third-level intermediate martial arts of the Western Military Region. If you practice it to a great level, you can fight tigers, and the power is acceptable." Zhang Qian replied seriously: "The martial arts in the military region are not taught by foreigners. Those who wantonly leak it will be expelled from the military, and those who commit serious crimes will even be revoked. The ability to practice.”
"That's a shame, I still want to learn," Zhang Xuezhou said disappointedly.
"It's a pity, you have the skills to practice. If you are interested in the art of the military region, you can accompany me to the Western Military Region after this matter is completed." Zhang Qian said: "As long as you work hard for two or three years, you will definitely be able to pick a book or a third grade Or Ding’s technique.”
"Two or three years!"
Zhang Xuezhou smacked his lips. He had no idea about the military region, let alone working hard in the military region for two or three years.
He was just happy to see Hunter Xin.
Zhang Xuezhou has been exposed to a lot of martial arts, but this is his first time coming into contact with martial arts.
Taiqing Zhenshu was brought to the other side, and Zhang Xuezhou also wanted to try martial arts.
He sought martial arts not for himself and to make himself more powerful, but to see if he could let Zhang Manqian practice it.
The entry-level martial arts skills that Zhang Manqian is looking for start at 25,000 yuan, while the price of four-star martial arts will be at least ten times higher, and the price of three-star martial arts will be almost ten times higher.
Not only does the price double as you go up, it also involves the level of contact, making it difficult to solve the problem with money.
Of course, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't use money to promote it.
He was thinking about finding some related martial arts to replace fighting skills, which would also relieve their stretched economy.
But the rules mentioned by Zhang Qian made Zhang Xuezhou lose his little thoughts.
Not everyone is Li Jiao, and he currently lacks the possibility to add insult to injury and ask Zhang Qian to teach him relevant techniques.
Zhang Xuezhou sighed, feeling a little pity.
"You don't need to envy the martial arts I practice," Zhang Qian said: "There are thousands of techniques, and the techniques of the Yin Yang family are extremely unique. If you can find Taoist Master Zhao, you can renew the relationship between master and disciple with him, and ask him to grant you a technique, it can also benefit a lifetime."
"I want to find fault with the Taoist Priest!"
Zhang Xuezhou replied angrily.
If Zhang Qian and others were not too enthusiastic, which forced him to come to Chang'an, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would have been standing with Wu Chao at Jiu Chi Taoist Temple to find the whereabouts of Fu Bugui.
He was now counting on Wu Chao to find Kao Bugui and see if he could use the Snake Head Curse to squeeze out Kao Bugui's cultivation method.
If Wu Chao's plan succeeds, Zhang Xuezhou will have at least three years to practice as much as he wants.
In the past three years, as long as he can improve his cultivation, Wuchao will not hold him back, but will instead pile up resources for him to promote his cultivation.
As for the future, Zhang Xuezhou feels that things will be difficult to say.
After all, Wuchao is not stupid. Without the pressure from Hongku, Wuchao would not be able to donate his cultivation resources to him.
And the risks of facing Hongku are extremely high.
Maybe they won't have anything at all three years from now.
In the past, Zhang Xuezhou believed that as long as Ren Yisheng could cure the mental patient within three years, he would let Hong Ku and Wu Chao fight to the death, and everything would be as they pleased.
But Zhang Xuezhou became confused about his own understanding.
He suspected that the real world was fake, that it might be a dream he had created, and that in the dream he had believed in the past, this was where he really existed.
As he walked out of the small mountain village of Zhangjiazhuang, experienced one place after another, and experienced one thing after another, it became increasingly difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to distinguish.
Without the unchanged appearance of Zhangjiazhuang for more than ten years, he has lost a normal reference object, and his mind is getting more and more lost.
But Zhang Xuezhou knows one thing very well.
No matter which side is true or which side is false, he must not die.
Thinking about all his problems, Zhang Xuezhou was a little distracted.
Zhang Xuezhou didn't come back to his senses until he was pushed by Zhang Qian.
"I have met His Highness the Crown Prince!"
Zhang Qian saluted with surprise on his face and looked at the young prince he had met a few days ago.
In the mansion, not only Prime Minister Liu came, the prince also showed up, and even brought several people with him.
Zhang Qian knew very well that this should be the beginning of a new round of search.
He looked at the prince in surprise, then glanced at Prime Minister Liu's face, then placed it on Wei Qing, and finally landed on two middle-aged men wearing wide robes and long sleeves behind the crowd.
"Master Dong, please!"
"I also hope that Chang Qing will play the piano and increase my concentration by three points!"
Two middle-aged men wearing wide robes and long sleeves, each with starry eyebrows and sharp eyes, and a face like a crown jewel. Although they are middle-aged, their appearance is still outstanding. Standing there is the center of the gaze.
The other person wears a veil, but his figure is as elegant as the wind, and his words and deeds are courteous and courteous. It is easy for people to like him even if he has never seen his true appearance.
Zhang Qian shook his head vigorously before looking away from these two people.
He looked at the prince again, and when he was waiting for the prince to give the order, the two people had already saluted each other and had begun to prepare their words.
"Then I will play a song called "High Mountains and Flowing Waters!" said the middle-aged man named Changqing.
"So good!"
Master Dong nodded.
"I hope Dr. Dong will handle it carefully and not be affected by the Yin Yang family's Taoism," the prince said.
"Yes, yes, Zhong Shu, you can deal with this as long as you are careful." Liu Chengxiang agreed: "The reason Zhou Taiwei missed was because he was old, and he was a military commander, and he was somewhat incompetent in magic, so he was not worthy of Zhong Shu. The technique is exquisite!”
"Thank you both for reminding me!"
Dong Zhongshu nodded.
But the face under his veil was difficult to remain indifferent to.
What Prime Minister Liu said sounded nice, but he didn't see Prime Minister Liu doing such a thing.
He was not sure whether the other party was in a higher realm, and Dong Zhongshu felt that he was not sure either.
No matter how exquisite his spells are, they only have the ability to deal with enemies in a larger realm, and it is difficult to have the power of Zhou Taiwei's true self realm to cast spells.
However, being harassed by the court officials and personally invited by the prince, it was difficult for Dong Zhongshu to stay behind closed doors.
He had no choice but to find Sima Xiangru, who was good at the art of music, to match him to see if the day could end well.
After finishing his instructions, Dong Zhongshu also looked at the medium that cast the spell.
