Butcher Zhang squeezed the old village chief's shoulders and stared at the little green bull trying to chase the right horn with his left horn.
Rubbing his buttocks, Chengyun stood in front of the three elders and received a spanking from Grandma Li. For the first time, Chengyun experienced the pain of the stick hitting other places.
Pushing up his butt seemed to alleviate the pain a little, Cheng Yun took out his sword and punched the ground with both hands.
Seeing Cheng Yun's behavior, Grandma Li sneered and drew her sword away, "Stand up straight!"
Cheng Yun bared his teeth and forced himself to stand up straight, smiling silly at the third elder.
The little green cow jumped up in fright when the sword was drawn, which made many people look at it with suspicion.
Pretending not to know anything, he held the sword at Cheng Yun's feet, then played with himself and chased the left corner with his right corner.
The old village chief cast a questioning look at Mr. Lin, who shook his head and said that he didn't know.
I thought about trying poison, but it was really poisonous and I couldn't survive it, so I simply asked:
"Who is this calf?"
"Buffalo, also called green cattle, is a common domestic animal that is commonly used by people for farming. It has great strength, and its meat is hard and non-toxic."
Being whipped straight again by the stick, Cheng Yun took a deep breath.
"I don't know how I got there, and then I woke up and I was home, Mavericks, I don't know."
The little green bull failed to catch up to the left corner and fell.
Butcher Zhang asked: "How did you kill Feng Xiong, and how did you make Dong Laosan escape in advance?"
Going straight to the point, Grandma Li lowered her head to look at the stick across her legs. Cheng Yun did not dare to raise his eyes to look at Grandma Li, and his voice was like a mosquito flying:
"I don't know why, I was so confused when I saw the blood that I didn't know anything. Was it me who killed the wind bear? I can't lose my share."
Butcher Zhang sneered.
Grandma Li wanted to give her another blow, but she was helpless as she watched her little success.
"Mr. Lin, are you watching?"
Mr. Lin was still wondering which poison to use when he heard the question:
"People can do whatever they want. This inexplicable sword, the unknown cow, and the luck of pretending to be stupid will be his own blessing or disaster in the future. It's better if he doesn't come to find fault with us."
After hearing this, Cheng Yun nodded in agreement, pulled his buttocks, and grinned again.
Mr. Lin threw out a bottle of medicine and went out with Butcher Zhang.
Grandma Li waved her hands to shoo away the flies and went out, looking at Old Zhangtou with a sullen face, "If you don't stop Cheng Luck, it will be a blessing for others to have nothing to do, otherwise you won't be able to enter the house again."
The old village chief was also a little scared, "Will Cheng Yun be allowed to go hunting in the future?"
Grandma Li laughed angrily, "Are you going to ask me this? Why don't you ask your family's chief arrester Zhang?"
Lao Zhangtou knew that this was because he was annoyed with his nephew for not protecting his luck.
But the old couple still hope that Chengyun will go out to practice and learn more about survival skills. After all, the village is special and there is no telling what will happen in the future.
What's more, how can the two brothers be allowed to live an ordinary life in the village, not allowed to go out to see thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and thousands of miles of peach blossoms?
"Then I'll go find Zhang Yi to discuss it."
"Yes, let's discuss it carefully. We will carry Cheng Yun back every night from now on, and we won't let Yin Feng worry and get in bad shape again."
Old man Zhang didn't dare to stay longer, so he hurriedly went out and called Mr. Zhang and Mr. Lin.
Cheng Yun found a remote place to take off his pants and squat down to apply medicine on his buttocks.
"Smelly, dirty and shameful!" Zhang Ling'er covered her nose and threw a stone and ran away. Cheng Yun blushed in embarrassment, but still reluctantly finished applying the medicine.
Just as he was pulling up his pants, "Chengyun secretly pooped here!" Six or seven children threw stones in.
Cheng Yun rushed up and gave each person a few slaps on the buttocks. He didn't see Zhang Ling'er, who was quite sensible, so he spared her the chance to spread the word.
Mr. Lin withdrew his spiritual consciousness, "Is that true? Have you never seen anything in the past?"
Butcher Zhang nodded and used his spiritual consciousness to see the little green cow walking back alone and hiding after being frightened by the big dog next to it.
"That valley is where several small spiritual veins gather. There is some strange aura that I have never seen before. There is only luck, sword and calf. You can't find out the calf's origin?"
Mr. Lin sighed, motioned for Butcher Zhang to follow him, and brought Butcher Zhang and the calf to the deep valley using the moving method. The little green ox was trembling all over.
"I don't know your background, but I know that you have spiritual wisdom, but I can't say it in words, but I have a method. If you harm your luck, your body cultivation will disappear."
Butcher Zhang had a complicated look on his face, and Little Qingniu looked at the two of them innocently.
"I'd like to ask Zhang Shaotou to protect the law." Butcher Zhang nodded, turned around and walked out of the valley, his spiritual consciousness spread out, his eyes were blank and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
Cheng Yun planned that his brother could go to the tavern for dinner at noon, and he could take a good rest before taking care of the ring, sword and cow.
Although the feeling of being naturally close to the little green cow is inexplicable, this closeness to a brotherly relationship does give Cheng Yun some unknown joy.
Pushing open the wooden door, Yinfeng, who used to work hard in school, still sat on the bed in a daze with red and swollen eyes. When he saw Cheng Yun come back, he cried again.
"Didn't I promise that I won't do dangerous things again? Butcher Zhang and the village chief didn't tell me yesterday. I didn't see him again early in the morning."
Cheng Yun felt guilty, "Something unexpected happened yesterday. Do you think I'm fine? If you don't say this, I'll take you to a private school."
Yinfeng wiped away his tears, nodded, and held Cheng Yun's hand.
"Lend me your ring for a few days." Yinfeng nodded and handed the ring hanging around his neck to Chengyun, then carefully put away the string.
The sour scholar had a lunch break and saw Cheng Yun leading Yin Feng to bow to him. He sighed, "Yin Feng, go find your classmates and come back later after school."
Cheng Yun bowed and was about to leave when the sour scholar asked: "Is what happened yesterday related to the writing brush?"
Seeing that Cheng Yun remained silent, the sour scholar was not angry and sighed, "Come with me."
Just as he was thinking about how to get over it, the sour scholar said, "I won't talk to you about yesterday's events. I called you here to discuss school matters with you."
Cheng Yun choked and asked suspiciously: "Isn't Yinfeng in school?"
"I am a wild fox here. There is no official seal. I only teach Chinese characters and numeracy. If you want to read the sage's writings, listen to the wise man's words, and find the path to becoming a saint, you still have to go to a regular academy."
"The most famous academies in Zisu Imperial City are the Zisu Academy, which is directly under the royal family, the Breaking Formation Academy built by the military, and the ancient Sage Academy. Anyone who is twelve years old can take the entrance exams of all major academies."
"There are still three years left, what's the rush?"
"I meant for you to go!"
Cheng Yun scratched his head, "Although I know some characters, it's really difficult to write with a pen. I heard the fat cook said earlier that you can only get it if you support me. I'm afraid I need money, and I don't have that."
The sour scholar and the fat cook couldn't hold their tongue, "The annual tuition fee is two hundred gold for Zi Su, and one hundred taels for Breaking the Formation. The Sage Academy is the same as Breaking the Formation."
Cheng Yun said nothing and didn't respond.
Only then did the sour scholar remember that this guy didn't know how much the items were worth, and he probably only had the concept of exchanging items for food.
"I can raise some money for you to enroll, but you have to figure out the tuition fees in the future. In addition, you have to prepare for Yinfeng's tuition fees in three years."
Chengyun perked up when he heard that Yinfeng was enrolling in school, "How much does a hundred taels of gold cost?"
"How much is the meal? I heard that you hunted a wind bear yesterday. If it is a monster, it can be sold for five taels of gold, and for a ferocious beast, it can be sold for twenty taels of silver."
Watching Cheng Yun guess what gold and silver are, "One tael of gold in Zisu country is worth twenty taels of silver."
Cheng Yun is still confused.
"Arithmetic... Hidden Wind didn't teach you?"
"Taught me. From one to nine, I can master it. No matter how high I am, I don't think it is useful. Yinfeng taught me and I stopped listening."
He sighed and said, "If you plan to go to school, Po Zhen Academy is good. The village chief and I can collect five taels of gold for the tuition. That's five ferocious beasts. Ninety-five more are needed to make up for it. This is for one year."
"Three hundred heads?"
"You learn pretty quickly. Why don't you go to the Breaking Formation Academy? With your qualifications, you will most likely be able to get in. You will also be able to make a living in the future if you acquire a skill."
"Can I earn three hundred wind bears by going to the academy?"
"I don't know. You have to go there to find out."
Cheng Yun nodded, "I'll think about it again."
"The college entrance exam is only half a month away. You should make plans early." Cheng Yi bowed and left. Before leaving, he glanced at Xianfeng who was reading seriously.
He placed the sword and the two rings on the table one after another, but did not find the calf.
"Come out and let's talk?"
No response.
Cheng Yun waited for a while, picked up the sword, used all his strength, and struck directly at the ring. The phantom and purple lines on the sword appeared at the same time to stop him.
He took back his strength and sneered, but there was no movement from Hidden Wind's ring.
"Can't even speak?"
The ring trembled and appeared in Cheng Yun's hand, and the sword also flew into Cheng Yun's hand. Cheng Yun closed his eyes and concentrated his mind.
In the space inside the ring, a sword and a cloud of purple mist appeared in front of Cheng Yun.
"My name is Yi, a false saint without a surname." The mist wrapped around the sword.
"Howl, this ring has an external spirit."
"Who left this ring to me and Yinfeng?"
"Your father."
Success circles around, seemingly blocked by an invisible barrier.
"Where is this?"
"Within the ring."
Cheng Cheng turned around to see this scene he had never seen before, "Who are you?"
The outer spirit howled in silence.
Seeing that the outside spirit remained silent, the man who claimed to be Yi pointed the hilt of his sword towards Cheng Yun, and the sword chant sounded, "Please give me a surname."
Cheng Yun held the hilt of the sword, feeling something but not at all. He nodded, glanced at the Nazgul, and raised his sword to point directly at it.
Seeing this, the Ring Spirit transformed into a vague form. Cheng Yun couldn't see anything, but the shadow of the sword in his hand trembled slightly, "Young Howo is not talented, so I abandon my old surname and worship my Lord. Please give me a surname."
Cheng Yun then nodded, "You will be called Niuzuijian, and the outer spirit will be called Ziwu."
Yi Jian and Yi Ling looked at each other speechlessly, and thought for a moment, "My last name will be Jian Ming Yi." "My last name will be Zi Ming Bu Cai."
It didn't matter, he calmed down, only Jian Yi and Zi Bucai were left in his heart.
Opening his eyes, Cheng Yun happened to see Mavericks entering the door.
The mysterious runes on Maverick's head hit Chengyun angrily, and the runes appeared on Chengyun's chest and then gradually disappeared.
Although he was unwilling to do so, there was nothing he could do against the old monk.
Cheng Yun touched the rune on his chest and felt a familiar breath, so he stopped thinking about it.
He grabbed the two horns on the calf's head with both hands and closed his eyes. The calf was puzzled and closed his eyes too.
After waiting for a while and nothing happened, I secretly opened my eyes and met Cheng Yun who opened his eyes with a confused look on his face.
Mavericks pulled the horn away from Cheng Yun's hand little by little, and caught a glimpse of the ring firmly on Cheng Yun's left hand and the sword hanging on his waist.
The cow's heart was cruel, and its mouth opened and closed to spit out human words.
"I am from the Qingniu clan. When I was conceived, my origin was disturbed by an unknown person. I lost the favor of heaven and earth, and was besieged and killed by all forces. Fortunately, the seniors of our clan spent their favors and gave me a glimmer of hope, and that hope should be you. "
Cheng Yun didn't understand what Xiao Niu said, and was surprised that the cow could speak human language, but the meaning was probably clear, so he took out the sword and the ring and showed it to Xiao Niu.
Maverick understood and stared at Niu Zuijian fiercely.
"Back then, there was some bullshit saint who came to kill me with a sword to seize the so-called fate. This sword belonged to that saint. Judging from the spiritual power, it should be that the saint had died. He ran into the sword to look for opportunities in the next life, but was blocked by the sword. The spiritual counter-absorption dissipated."
Then he looked at the ring on Cheng Yun's hand and shook his head.
"I can't see through the ring itself, but the purple spiritual power in the ring has an aura that is a bit worse than your spiritual power. Your spiritual power should be the same as that of the one who tainted my origin. Have you also been plotted?"
Cheng Yun shook his head. Although he didn't understand some of the words, he had a clear understanding of the relationship between them.
He stared at the bull's head, touched it, and then gestured to the larger one.
Mavericks nodded proudly, "That's my real body, but it was after being injured and I haven't grown up yet. If..."
"You used to be as big as the iron bull in the village, and you can still change back. You should be able to pull a cart, right?"
"That's natural. What are you doing pulling a cart?"
Cheng Yun nodded happily and didn't say much. He looked at the sun and saw that it was almost noon. He ate some of the pork leg left for him by his brother and ran to the tavern.
