"My mother-in-law saw me as pitiful and taught me some martial arts and magic weapons. I don't know where my mother-in-law lives. I just met her in this pavilion!"
The woman's name is Wei Shaoer.
Probably because he felt that Zhang Xuezhou and he were on the same road, and had some corresponding clues, the other party also revealed his name.
But Wei Shaoer knew very little about Our Lady of Wudang.
It was just her luck that she met the Holy Mother Wudang and learned martial arts.
"You can practice to the state of integration just by studying casually here?"
Zhang Xuezhou's guess was correct. Wei Shao'er was indeed close to the magical power realm, but he had never broken through it.
This is the realm where more than 90% of genius monks are stuck, and Wei Shaoer is no exception.
When Zhang Xuezhou heard that the other party had only been practicing for five years and then entered the realm of integration, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the comparison between people was extremely irritating.
"I didn't just learn casually, I also put in a lot of effort." Wei Shao'er corrected the mistake in Zhang Xuezhou's words and said, "Of course, my mother-in-law gave me a lot of pills to take. Those pills helped me open up the meridians and acupoints. It played a big role!”
"Then you really have met a good mother-in-law!"
Zhang Xuezhou thought about how he needed to be self-reliant, and when he thought about Wei Shaoer being escorted almost all the way to the combined realm, he couldn't help but feel extremely envious.
Taking drugs is undoubtedly the fastest way to practice, but even if you have enough to practice, it is still very difficult to keep improving.
This not only requires sufficient conditions to teach students in accordance with their aptitude, but also requires extremely high cultivation talent.
Wei Shaoer's resources and treatment are undoubtedly top-notch, and Wei Shaoer's talent is also top-notch, far beyond the scope of normal people.
Zhang Xuezhou envied the other party's resources and conditions, and also envied the other party's natural abilities.
After years of hard work, he was somewhat proud of his own cultivation and abilities, but compared to Wei Shaoer, Zhang Xuezhou was undoubtedly inferior.
This comparison is not difficult to see. At least Zhang Xuezhou was unable to steal from the palace, nor could he escape from Li Guang's archery.
It doesn't matter whether Wei Shao'er is brave or brave when he is just starting out, but the other party got the job done anyway.
Although the opponent's outcome was somewhat bad.
Lying like a big character on the straw mat under the pavilion, Wei Shao'er continued to inflate his energy and blood to adjust his body.
"How's that cousin of yours?"
It wasn't until the sun set that Wei Shao'er rolled over and slowly climbed up.
After restraining her demon power, the horns on her head slowly shrank back, and the thin scales on her chest and abdomen turned into normal skin, but Wei Shao'er felt that she was not as powerful as she imagined.
Not only is it difficult for her to walk around, but she also feels abdominal pain when walking upright.
This inevitably reminded Wei Shaoer of another person who took the blood essence of Zulong.
"How my cousin is doing depends on when we can return to the city to see him." Zhang Xuezhou spread his hands and said, "If you are interested in his condition, you can follow him and take a look!"
"I have some connections in the city. With our legs and feet, we can enter the city tomorrow!"
The stolen goods have been disposed of, and Wei Shaoer is not afraid of Chang'an City's inspection.
She did a simple tidying up, and then led Zhang Xuezhou around the mountain.
Although Zhang Xuezhou was a little anxious, he did not show off his flying skills or the black and white horses. Instead, he followed Wei Shao'er and kept moving forward.
In previous years, he had been crossing things from east to west. His legs and feet were not as fast as flying, but he could indeed walk. It was not difficult to follow a martial artist like Wei Shao'er.
The two walked at night with the help of starlight and a hint of moonlight. It was not until the fourth watch that they entered a residential area.
Sewage flows across this residential area, the stench lingers, and rats are crawling around. Most of the houses are only the size of pavilions, supported by a few bamboo poles, and some hay is spread on top to waterproof them.
Occasionally, Zhang Xuezhou could smell a smell of blood.
This made him frown slightly.
"Looking at you, you don't seem to have been here before?" Wei Shao'er asked.
"What is this place?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"The outer city of Chang'an, the slums, a place of chaos, hope, and despair!"
Wei Shao'er pointed at the distance.
"There are vegetables grown there for the nobles in the city, as well as some pigs, cattle, sheep, and dogs." Wei Shaoer said: "Many people have made a fortune from this, bought properties in the city, and left here!"
"This is hope!"
“But there are more people who work their entire lives with no end in sight, and end up dying of illness and freezing in their thatched huts!”
"despair!"
"There are still some people who want to get something for nothing and use bullying methods to continuously exploit people who are already suffering!"
"confusion!"
When Zhang Xuezhou was summarizing Wei Shaoer's words as usual, he saw the dagger tied with silk thread at Wei Shaoer's waist swing out, and two muffled killing sounds suddenly came from a thatched house.
When Wei Shao'er's dagger was retracted, Zhang Xuezhou opened the cover of the thatched house and looked inside, then quickly covered it up and went back.
"Hopeless!"
Zhang Xuezhou shook his head.
"When their bestiality is strong, they don't take into account the physical weakness of women, or whether they have enough food to bear their torment." Wei Shao'er said: "Here, even the better-looking women will not live long. Most of them are in their second year of life." Die at thirty!"
As if he was accustomed to everything, Wei Shaoer's tone was extremely calm when talking about it, and he didn't care about his own killing.
Chang'an City is heavily guarded and seems to be in order, but this slum area lacks laws, and local snakes are responsible for the corresponding areas.
Everyone forms gangs and forms different factions.
Being mixed in this kind of group, you can only maintain normal survival by constantly paying protection fees. It is extremely difficult for individuals to break away and become independent.
Some people lack money and end up selling themselves.
But this is not the end of the hard life, but the constant approaching of death. It is normal for these prostitutes to be resold several times, and it is not surprising if they are sold dozens of times.
The poor people, who grow like weeds, die and live again, multiplying like ants, and are not taken seriously by anyone. After they die, their bodies stink and are hastily buried.
Wei Shaoer murmured.
When she found a thatched house covering an area of dozens of square meters, she pushed the wooden door and got in.
An oil lamp with a pale yellow light was lit, and Wei Shaoer pointed to the hay area in the corner of the ground.
"Sit anywhere you like, or take a rest when you're tired. We'll go into the city after dawn!" Wei Shao'er said.
"Is this your house?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"That's right!"
Wei Shaoer nodded in agreement.
“This house looks great!”
"A man named Chen Biao used to live here. He drugged me and stabbed me to death with a sword. Then this house became mine!"
The style of this thatched house was not like a place for women to live. Seeing the surprise in Zhang Xuezhou's eyes, Wei Shaoer explained a few words in a low voice.
"Then you got a house so fast!"
Wei Shao'er has a very murderous intention and is ruthless in his attacks.
Thinking that he was almost beaten to death by the other party that night, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but be more vigilant and tried to keep a distance from this woman.
When they separated after entering Chang'an City, Zhang Xuezhou felt that it would be best for everyone to go their separate ways and not see each other again in the future.
