God rewards hard work in comprehensive martial arts

Chapter 8 0008 The white-haired young man

"Ah! Who is it? I want to be at odds with him." Looking at the destroyed suspension bridge, He Taichong roared to vent his anger. He felt aggrieved.

Hearing the faint roar behind him, Zhang Wei smiled slightly.

If it weren't for his current strength that he couldn't deal with He Taichong, Zhang Wei would have wanted to deal with him as well. He was not a good thing anyway.

Zhang Wei decided to send these gold and silver jewelry back to the exploited poor people without anyone noticing through the operation of Mingjiao, so that their lives can be easier.

Zhang Wei will keep an eye on this matter personally to ensure that the money will not be misappropriated.

"In this way, even if I die in 50 days, I will still be considered as having done something for the poor people in this world, and it will not be in vain." Zhang Wei thought this way.

Five days passed quickly.

During these five days, Zhang Wei used the convenience of Mingjiao to exchange the gold and silver jewelry for broken silver, and secretly returned the money to poor families in more than 20 villages in the surrounding area.

Although the money each person received was not much, for their frugal and simple character, it was enough to feed the family for a year or two.

The treasure of Zhuwu Lianzhuang can feed the people of dozens of villages for a year or two. You can imagine how much people's wealth they have plundered.

During these five days, Zhang Wei also continued to ask the disciples of the Mingjiao Branch to search for the whereabouts of the cliff, especially the cliff with a platform protruding below.

The Nine-Yang Divine Art could cure his cold poison, but Zhang Wei was unwilling to give up.

This trip to more than twenty villages was not without success. In the past five days, he had checked many cliffs, and the scope had been reduced a lot.

Today another disciple discovered a cliff that was very similar to what he described.

Looking at the cloud-shrouded cliff below, with an invisible bottom, there is indeed a platform protruding in the middle.

This place is about thirty miles away from Zhuwu Lianzhuang. Judging from the time in the original novel that Zhang Wuji fled in a panic in the middle of the night after escaping, the distance is about right.

"Yes or no, we'll find out if we go down and take a look. Why do we think so much?" Zhang Wei patted his head.

Zhang Wei roughly made a visual inspection and found that he was about 13 or 4 meters away from the protruding platform, which is equivalent to the height of four or five stories.

If the bottom is really the entrance to the Taoyuan where the white ape is, then Zhang Wuji fell from such a high place and survived without being injured. Apart from the aura of the protagonist, there is no explanation at all.

He pulled a tree vine, tied it tightly, jumped down, and followed the tree vine, and Zhang Wei quickly landed on the platform.

He searched the platform and found no trace of Zhu Changling, let alone the narrow hole leading to the entrance to Taoyuan.

"It seems like another wasted joy." Zhang Wei looked disappointed. He had already spent another five days in Kunlun Mountain.

But there was still no trace of the valley where the Nine Sun Magic Art was located. Zhang Wei was a little confused: "Is it really worth wasting these few lives here?"

The Kunlun Mountains are so big, and there are countless cliffs!

If you want to find the Nine Yang Magic, you can only try your luck.

"It seems that I have no connection with the Nine Yang Divine Art. Originally, I wanted to taste the spiritual peach in the valley to see if it was really the legendary fairy peach!"

"Since there is no chance, then I won't force it." Zhang Wei felt calm in his heart.

He ordered the disciples of the Ming Cult branch to continue investigating here and report to him immediately once they find Zhu Changling.

He didn't tell these people the truth, he just asked them to find Zhu Changling.

……

"Brother White Hair, are you leaving?" a thin little boy asked, licking a bunch of candied haws.

Today, for some reason, his grandfather was willing to buy him candied haws.

This is a scene that only appears in his dreams. Today is the happiest day in his life.

"Yeah, I won't be able to teach you anymore. You have to work hard on your own, and you can't be lazy." Zhang Wei traveled to various villages in the past five days and taught some children the simplest arithmetic.

In this era, if you learn the simplest arithmetic, you can find a good job and save yourself from going hungry.

Looking at the villagers who came out of the village to see each other off, Zhang Wei was also moved. These are the simplest people in the world. Whoever treats them sincerely will be sincerely reciprocated.

It has been fifteen days since he came to this world, and there are still 45 days left before the cold poison breaks out. He can no longer stay.

This place is still more than two thousand miles away from the Central Plains. Even if we use Qinggong to travel at full speed, it will still take seven or eight days.

The location of the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm has not yet been discovered. His time is running out, and it is time to set off.

Zhang Wei ordered the Ming Cult disciples to continue searching for Zhu Changling and take care of the civilians here to prevent the Kunlun Sect from finding out.

Then he set out again.

……

Time flew by, and another two days passed.

Zhang Wei has entered the scope of the Xingxiu Sect. There have been several episodes along the way, but he has solved them one by one.

Zhang Wei felt very tired after two days of high-intensity traveling. Suddenly, he felt that his body had become a lot lighter. This change surprised him.

Sure enough, there are benefits to being tired.

[Peerless Kung Fu: Ice Spreading Palm, Great Success 25%]

[Unparalleled Qinggong: Flying Cat Light Smoke Kung Fu, 90% success]

[Unparalleled Xiaoyin: Fenghuaxueyue, entry fee is 50%]

[Status: There are 43 days left before the cold poison outbreak, the survival probability is 7%]

Yes, in just a few days, he used qinggong to cover more than 1,700 miles.

His Feixu Qingyan skill finally broke through to 90% of Xiaocheng, and was only 10% away from Dacheng. It was really not easy.

And his romance has also entered the country very quickly, and he is only half of the progress towards Xiaocheng.

As his skills improved, his survival rate also increased by three percentage points.

"Waiter, serve the wine." Zhang Wei appeared in a vacant seat in a restaurant with a tired look on his face, and shouted in a happy mood.

Restaurants are the favorite places for Jianghu people to stay, and they are full of countless legendary stories.

"Hey, come on, sir, what would you like to eat? Our signature dishes here are emerald carp, crystal shrimp dumplings, and nine-turn large intestine."

Although the waiter was surprised by the sudden appearance of the white-haired boy, he quickly recovered and introduced the store's signature dishes.

"Except for the nine-turn large intestine, I will serve you all the dishes here, and a pot of aged Huadiao wine."

"Okay, sir, this is your aged Huadiao wine. Please wait a moment, the food will be served soon." Soon the waiter served a pot of wine.

But the waiter didn't understand why this customer didn't order the Nine-turn Large Intestine. He thought the Nine-turn Large Intestine was still very authentic.

Zhang Wei filled a glass. The wine was orange-yellow and clear. He smelled the wine and found it fragrant. He took a sip and found that the wine was sweet, mellow and mild. He liked the taste very much.

Soon, the delicious, tasty and delicious dishes were also served. Zhang Wei was drinking and eating the dishes, listening to the gossip in the world, which was very comfortable.

"Have you heard about the Five Sacred Alliance Conference held on March 15th in Songshan Mountain?"

"Tch, this matter has spread throughout the world. Do you need to be so secretive?"

"Oh, I'm not afraid of being overheard by the Demon Sect, but I heard that the former director of the Demon Sect is very active during this period, and many well-known and decent people are worried that he will cause trouble at the conference. "

"It's not our turn to worry about this and drink."

"You guys think this alliance is reliable? I'm not optimistic about it. I think the Wuyue Sword Sect may knock the dog's brains out this time."

"You don't understand this. I think this combined sect is very reliable. When the Five Sacred Sword Sects merge into one, their strength will rival that of Shaolin Wudang."

Zhang Wei listened to these people's bragging with great interest, and found it quite interesting.

They didn't expect that Songshan Mountain was so far away from here and that they knew so well what happened there. Sure enough, the world was very small.

"Let's talk about the white-haired young man who has recently become famous in Kunlun."

"I heard that he destroyed Zhuwu Lian Manor alone. Nuo Da's manor was burned to the ground by a fire. It's a pity."

"This is really a big devil. There must be hundreds of people in the manor!"

"I heard that the white-haired young man killed people without batting an eyelid. He took away all the treasures in Zhuwu Lianhuan Manor alone. He is so rich that many people are looking for him."

"Who did you listen to?"

"My distant relative's friend is a disciple of the Kunlun Sect. What he said personally is still false."

"It would be great if I had so much money. I could go out and have fun every day, and I would never have to worry about money again in this life."

"How many dishes are there? I'm drunk now. Drinking your bar will make you dream about everything."

Zhang Wei paused while raising the glass, "Huh? The white-haired young man they are talking about can't be me, right? The Kunlun Sect is the news spread by He Taichong in the world. How did he find out about me?"

Zhang Wei was puzzled that he did it so secretly, but he didn't expect to be exposed. "I guess I was running around in the past two days, and the Kunlun faction noticed it."

But he didn't regret it. If he found it, he would find it. It's no big deal. I'm going to die. I don't care about the flood.

However, Zhang Wei decided to write a letter back to Guangmingding, telling his master that Zhuwu Lianzhuang was his own territory and asking him to send someone to take over.

He must protect the civilians there. This is his first territory and he cannot let others give it to him.

Just when Zhang Wei was thinking about this, someone suddenly sat at his table.

"Little brother, can you give me a glass of wine?"

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