fifth form

Chapter 6 Entry
"Wake up, wake up!"

In the simple wooden house, Zhang Zhong's voice was full of joy, and there was Rong's sobbing voice.

It is relatively common for men to bleed and vomit blood when they are wounded in battle. After a few days of cultivation, they will recover roughly, but Zhang Xuezhou, a weak chicken who vomits blood, has to be worrying.

Seeing that Zhang Xuezhou finally opened his eyes after a night, Zhang Chong's heart was finally relieved.

"Er Baozi, I tell you to eat less, just in moderation, even if you have a few sips of soup, why are you greedy for a big piece of snake meat!" Zhang Zhong reprimanded.

"Please call me Zhang Xuezhou!"

Zhang Xuezhou stiffened his mouth and mentioned his name.

He wiped his mouth, rolled over on the bed again, and patted his body.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he felt that there was no abnormality in his body. He felt that he was really auspicious in the dream, and his injuries seemed to have healed when he fell into the dream again.

"Learn what kind of boat, you still want to be a boatman in the future!"

Zhang Chong didn't care about the name Zhang Xuezhou chose for himself. According to his thinking of naming, the name Zhang Erbao sounds very nice.

"There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning, but hard work is the meaning of the words in the sage's teaching." Zhang Xuezhou reiterated: "I will not row a boat and become a boatman to make money."

"Then that name is not good either. It's hard work, it doesn't sound good," Zhang Chong said.

"Children from poor families want to make progress, but only suffer!"

Zhang Xuezhou sighed in his heart.

He didn't have any special thoughts about his name, but in reality it was this name, so he had to be this name in his dream.

Only by always remembering his name, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would not get lost in his dreams.

Disputing names is obviously not a good subject for discussion, Zhang Xuezhou glanced at Zhang Zhong, and started talking nonsense.

"You look the same as usual, it seems that you have not entered that realm?"

Which pot does not open and which pot is lifted, Zhang Xuezhou obviously has something to do with Zhang Chong's sadness.

He is too old, he was wounded as a soldier in the past, which caused his body to have hidden injuries...

Due to many factors, Zhang Zhong didn't have any great opportunity, but it was no different from usual.

The only thing that made him gratified was that after all, this good fortune was evenly covered by rain and dew, which gave him some benefits. At this time, not only his strength was stronger, but his body also had infinite vitality, and some internal troubles in the past disappeared invisible.

It is a pity not to enter the country, but Zhang Zhong is also satisfied with his good health.

He doesn't appear greedy.

When Zhang Xuezhou came back alive hanging in one breath, Zhang Zhong felt that things were going well, and there was no better situation than this.

"It is difficult to enter the country when I am old, not only me, but also other people!"

Zhang Zhong emphasized that he was not the only one who lost the election.

"But Zhang Changgong and Zhang Cigong coincided with the opportunity and produced a seed that entered the country." Zhang Zhong said: "If they can visit the famous teacher, they will become strong people who enter the country in the future!"

"Is the strong person who entered the country very powerful?" Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help asking.

"Sitting in the village, it is naturally difficult to see the vast world outside." Zhang Zhong said: "The strong ones who enter the country can learn skills and have various abilities!"

"Surgery?"

"The martial arts that many people in the village you have seen are learning is the most superficial martial art, which is the foundation of martial arts. There are also techniques in it. The wind is howling, and there is also snow and ice!"

Zhang Zhong made a gesture, and kept talking about the strong immigrants in his knowledge.

"Are you joking?" Zhang Xuezhou said in amazement: "The human body is full of flesh, how could it be possible to set fire to the wind and snow with a wave of hands, this must be using props to deceive the eyes!"

"Don't you believe it?" Zhang Zhong said displeased: "If you don't believe in the magic of magic, you should at least be familiar with archery!"

"Is there anything special about the immigrant's archery?"

"When I was in the Feiyu Army in the Northern Territory, I saw the general shoot arrows casually, and the arrow was shot a thousand meters away, and there were ten shots out of ten. The strength can penetrate a stone!"

"So, the immigrant is stronger than you and can shoot farther!"

"What if the general hits the copper coin hole a thousand meters away every time he shoots an arrow?"

……

Zhang Zhong's words made Zhang Xuezhou examine the word entry for the first time.

He is weak, but he is not unfamiliar with bows and arrows.

It is precisely because of familiarity that Zhang Xuezhou understands the harsh conditions such as heavy bow, strength, eyesight, mental strength, and calculation required to draw a bow and archery for a kilometer.

This is something that is difficult for normal people to do.

Zhang Zhong chose the bow and arrow that Zhang Xuezhou was familiar with, and just a brief narration made Zhang Xuezhou understand the huge gap.

Even if the effective range is ten meters away, it is still a huge advantage in the duel of archers.

The range of the general mentioned by Zhang Zhong is nearly 700 meters farther than that of Zhang Baojia, Zhang Zhong and others.

If Zhang Baojia, Zhang Zhong and others fight each other, they will be shot to death without seeing them.

This is just the power of the general who shoots arrows casually.

For the first time, Zhang Xuezhou was curious about the entry in the dream world, and he lost the old idea of ​​killing time.

Apart from treating with Dr. Ren, maybe he can also find some way to try to break through this imprisoned dream.

The entry may be some kind of variable introduced, which allows him to break through the fog of confinement and seek a glimmer of light.

"Can I enter?"

He couldn't help asking.

"You... son, it's good that we can live in peace for the rest of our lives!"

Zhang Chongyu responded earnestly.

Zhang Xuezhou fell poisoned after swallowing a mouthful of the irritating monster meat. Zhang Zhong felt that Zhang Xuezhou was not suitable for such a radical and stimulating entry method.

Now that he realized it later, the general gave some people to consume demon meat, and these people also got a chance to soar, and it was more likely that they were pushed on the edge of the border.

If you don't have enough background, even if you eat monster meat, it will be nothing but a bamboo basket.

There are many cases like Zhang Xuezhou in the village, and there are more people who fell asleep after eating monster meat.

When waking up from a dream, these people have nothing to gain but a shock.

The special ones are Zhang Changgong and Zhang Cigong. These two people are usually one of the best among their peers in the village.

But whether the two can enter the country, they still need to visit a famous teacher to learn the art of entering the country.

"That is to say, in addition to stimulating the body, some kind of exercise is also needed." Zhang Xuezhou concluded: "Otherwise, no matter how much meat you eat, it will be useless?"

"That's right!"

"Father, do you have any friends who have entered the country, let them guide us and teach us a little bit!"

"Dragon does not live with snakes!"

Zhang Zhong sighed, and then stopped responding to Zhang Xuezhou's request.

Their kind of hunters and high-ranking immigrants are people from two worlds.

He had seen the immigrant, even one of the most powerful immigrant in the world, but Zhang Zhong had only seen it from a distance, without any related involvement or entanglement.

He has no ability to send Zhang Xuezhou to the Holy Land of Practice, and he has no way to let Zhang Xuezhou have a slight possibility of entering the country.

Even Zhang Changgong and Zhang Cigong would have to knock on the door of practice, visit places of practice, and see which place of practice would appeal to the two of them, so that they could enter the door to practice and break through the door of entry.

"too difficult!"

Zhang Zhong did not respond, while You Rong mentioned various difficulties in entering the country to practice.

This made Zhang Xuezhou realize the reality immediately, and his thoughts instantly returned to the previous state of killing time.

"But things are not irreversible!"

You Rong thought for a long time before asking Zhang Zhong.

"A few years ago in Jiuchipo, we met a Taoist priest who collected money to save people. He seems to be a hermit and has the skills of cultivation!" You Rong said.

"You mean the old Taoist of Jiuchi Taoist Temple?"

Zhang Zhong turned his eyes slightly.

"But he only sees patients and ignores others," Zhang Chong said.

"patient?"

Zhang Xuezhou became excited immediately.

"I am a patient!"

He muttered something, pointed at himself and said loudly, "I'm seriously ill!"

(End of this chapter)