Starting from the Zhang family of the stolen pen to start the disco therapy

Zhang Qilin hid in an ancient tomb. People kept tracking him, but it was obvious that they were not a single group of people.

Some of them are skilled and well-disciplined, while others are just guerrillas, but without exception, they all seem to be trying their best to stop Zhang Qilin at the risk of their lives.

There was no sign of fatigue on Zhang Qilin's expressionless face, even though he had not eaten, drunk or rested for two days.

He leaned against the tomb passage, thinking of what Zhang Qiyuan said, that irregular diet and staying up late would turn him into a dwarf, and his expressionless face rarely showed any emotion.

I don’t know if I can make up for it by eating more.

Zhang Qilin doesn’t care much about his height. He was malnourished and developmentally retarded when he was a child. It took him several years to recover after he was taken home by Zhang Qiyuan.

He didn't care about his height, physical injuries, or bloodletting to get rid of parasites.

But Zhang Qiyuan cared about it. He often scared him over the years and asked him to read medical books, which indeed confirmed the correctness of what he said.

Medical knowledge says that staying up late will cause baldness, but everyone in the Zhang family stays up late, and none of them is bald; they all have thick hair.

However, there is one thing that Zhang Qiyuan always says: if he doesn't work harder, his future wife will be taller than him even without wearing high heels!

Not only Zhang Qilin knew this, but everyone in the Zhang family knew it. After all, what Zhang Qiyuan predicted with spitting blood was like an imperial decree in the Zhang family.

Well, sometimes his words are more influential than those of the patriarch.

Zhang Qilin put away his anxiety and resentment, silently took out a pill from the space ring, then felt it was not safe enough, so he took out another one. This was a health product that Zhang Qiyuan asked the Zhang family to develop. Taking it could protect the body in advance.

Eating two should provide enough food for two days.

As for staying up late, the Zhang family is not afraid of it.

After eating the pill that tasted like biological weapons, Zhang Qilin didn't even frown, and then found today's meal, chicken stewed with mushrooms and two big steamed buns.

The gloomy tomb passage was filled with the aroma of fresh rice. Zhang Qilin finished his meal in silence. He was very particular about the rules when eating. The Zhang family would train him in this, and it was an etiquette that must be learned.

Zhang Qilin did not fall asleep after taking a short nap holding the black gold ancient sword. His mind was empty and he began to recall what Zhang Qiyuan had told him. He went over the fragmentary words in his mind to make sure they were correct.

The head of the Zhang family suffers from severe amnesia, and is gifted with magical powers. Zhang Qilin has been on guard against his own amnesia. He remembers that there is a diary left by Zhang Qiyuan in the ring space.

He opened his eyes, walked to the tomb, lit the lamp, and wrote down his experiences of the past few days in his diary under the dim light. After he finished writing, he found the gold medal in the notebook.

Zhang Qilin recognized this thing as a lost card. He was silent for a while, put the card into his pocket, and planned to go out to find a rope to string it together and hang it around his neck.

He didn't want Zhang Qiyuan to be unable to find him.

The weather was getting colder, and the road to Tibet was difficult to travel on. Frozen lakes and snow-capped mountains stood there quietly. Zhang Qilin braved the wind and rain all the way, carrying a knife on his back and having nothing on him. He kept walking, and his figure finally disappeared in the snow-capped mountains.

There are snow-capped mountains, Medog, and the place where the Kangba people live. There are secrets about three families and the secret of the bronze door.

That was the Lama Temple, his final destination, and also where he stayed...

He came with countless questions, and perhaps answered many questions, but also raised more questions.

This is his second time here.

The first time I left was when I was a baby.

Zhang Qilin had a hunch that after returning this time, he would be able to answer the questions that Zhang Qiyuan had once asked.

"Do you have a mother?"

"Do you want to go find your mother?"

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Zhang Qiyuan caused a big stir in Suzhou and Hangzhou, and was unwilling to settle down in the city anymore. After all, he could live a comfortable life in the wild.

So, Zhang Qiyuan took his two pets and traveled through the deep mountains and dense forests.

Ah Huan likes to eat poisonous things, but there are not many poisonous things that can be eaten in the mountains and forests, so Zhang Qiyuan has to go back to his old job, pick up the Zhang family's unique skills, and go to the fields.

Moreover, Zhang Qiyuan was also letting the wild go, so going to the fields was considered a serious matter.

Cemeteries with simple mechanisms are usually visited by tomb robbers. Cemeteries that are hidden deep usually have complex mechanisms or contain many monsters.

But whether it is a mechanism or a monster, it is not a problem for Zhang Qiyuan.

He is in charge of the mechanism, Ah Huan is responsible for eating those monsters, and as for Ah Xue, it doesn't like the gloomy energy in the cemetery, so it mostly hunts and roams outside.

The burial objects in the cemetery have always been rich. Zhang Qiyuan has space, but he has always been like a geese passing by, plucking feathers and leaving no grass behind.

He just walked around aimlessly, not knowing the direction, following Axue, and then he came to the territory of Longhu Mountain.

The Tianshi Temple in Mount Longhu is quite famous. It is a time of turmoil right now. Although it has not yet reached the point where the world is in chaos and rivers of blood are flowing, the world is getting worse and worse.

When he came here, Zhang Qiyuan found that the ancient city here was quaint and full of signs and lanterns. It was dark, and the lit lanterns were swaying in the wind. People were coming and going, and the hawking sounds on the street were endless...

Zhang Qiyuan walked all the way into the city. He was dressed in a low-key and capable manner, hiding his outstanding appearance. He asked for a room in the inn, ate delicious meals, and wondered whether he should stay here for a while.

After visiting the ancient city, Zhang Qiyuan officially set foot on Longhu Mountain.

Because the martial arts of Longhu Mountain are fierce and some evil spirits have been suppressed, the surrounding area is relatively stable.

Mount Longhu is not difficult to climb, but Zhang Qiyuan is an unconventional person. He walked around the mountain, picked a rock wall that he liked, and started climbing up.

The Zhang family members have the most unreasonable physique. They can survive without food, water or rest for thirty days. It didn't take Zhang Qiyuan thirty days to climb the mountain. On the contrary, he reached the top of the mountain in just half a day.

The scenery on the top of the mountain is unique. Zhang Qiyuan was lying on a rock admiring the scenery when Ah Huan suddenly hissed in warning.

"Which thief trespassed into the mountain behind Tianshi Fu?"

Zhang Qiyuan stood up upon hearing the voice and saw that it was a young Taoist priest with very big ears, like protruding ears.

"Little Taoist priest, don't talk nonsense. I didn't trespass. I climbed up from below."

The young Taoist stared at Zhang Qiyuan and frowned, as if he didn't believe it: "The mountain behind is very steep, how can a young lady like you climb up the mountain?"

"I'm not a young lady." Zhang Qiyuan's outfit today was more androgynous. "Why do you think I'm a woman?"

The young Taoist priest was a little shocked and looked at Zhang Qiyuan intently: "She is so beautiful, isn't she a young lady?" As he said this, he scratched his head.

Zhang Qiyuan thought that the little Taoist priests in the Taoist temple were really interesting, more interesting than the little Zhangs in the Zhang family.

"I came here because of your reputation. I want to see if I can ask for a divination."

The young Taoist nodded: "It seems that you are not a bad person, you just don't like to take the ordinary path, that's all, follow me."

Tianshi Mansion is a Taoist temple, so of course its architectural style is heavily Taoist. The overall layout is in the shape of an "Eight Diagrams", with flying eaves and walls, red walls and glazed tiles, palaces and pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings. Walking through them, you will see exquisitely painted corridors.

Zhang Qiyuan felt that the rich historical heritage was not much worse than the Zhang family’s buildings.

Along the way, they met many young Taoist priests, and they all greeted this man with big ears. It seemed that he was of high seniority.

"They all call you Junior Uncle-Master. It seems that your status is not low." Zhang Qiyuan asked with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"I am currently the youngest disciple of the master." The young Taoist priest looked at Zhang Qiyuan and thought that he had been blinded by the beauty just now and led people here without asking anything. "I haven't asked this believer's name yet."

"Zhang Qiyuan, Zhang the Archer, Qi for inspiration, Yuan for New Year's Day." Zhang Qiyuan reported his real name. He should be more respectful in a place like Longhu Mountain. Anyway, he didn't think Wangwangjiao would place anyone here. Then he asked, "What about you, little Taoist priest?"

"Zhang Huaiyi, Zhang the bow master, Huaiyi with great righteousness in mind." The young Taoist bowed.

Zhang Qiyuan nodded and said casually, "We all have the surname Zhang, but you are much more interesting than those little Zhangs in our family. You also have a unique look."

Zhang Huaiyi didn't know how to respond for a moment. He had a pair of protruding ears and was often called a big-eared thief by his senior brothers. No one had ever praised him for his unique appearance.

"Haha, little brother, you are the first one to compliment my appearance."

Zhang Qiyuan smiled and said, "It shows that I have good taste."

Zhang Huaiyi felt that this little brother was a really nice and kind person.

Zhang Huaiyi did not go to the main hall. He knew that his uncle, who was known as the God of Calculation, liked to sleep on the big tree next to the main hall. He stood under the tree and shouted at it: "Uncle! Uncle! Come to life!"

"You little brat! Just shout! Your uncle will be deafened."

Zhang Qiyuan watched with great interest, and saw a lazy Taoist priest jumped down from the tree. He had clear eyebrows and eyes, but was a little careless.

"Is this the one who came to ask for divination?" He was still in a lazy state, but when he saw Zhang Qiyuan's eyes, they sharpened. "My little brother, I don't have your divination here."

Zhang Qiyuan asked curiously, "Master, what do you think? I have come all the way here, so you must give me an answer."

"What do you want?"