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Chapter 400: Gravity acceleration minus centrifugal force... (Please subscribe!)

The next day,

September 22,
early morning,

In Shaanxi,

Zhong Nanshan Quanzhen Sect,

Chongyang Palace.

"I'm late?"

Zhao Zheng, who did not go to flirt with Aunt Thirteen, or rather, He Xiangu, came to Chongyang Palace and met Master Ma Yu.
Or,

His disciple Ma Yu!

The current Maoshan head, Mao Tianming, is his junior, not to mention the Quanzhen Sect which was founded not long ago.

"Yes, Grandmaster, Uncle Zhou went to welcome Master out of retreat yesterday, and Junior Brother Qiu and the others also went to welcome him today." Ma Yu said respectfully.

"..."

Could Wang Chongyang have been killed by the boot?

Zhao Zheng's mind moved, and he subconsciously calculated it. After confirming that there was no one, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Where is Xiao Wang in seclusion?"

"...outside Liujiang Village..."

Ma Yu listened to Zhao Zheng's words about Xiao Wang with a twitching mouth, and answered respectfully. Zhao Zheng nodded and asked in confusion.

"Why did you go out to retreat?"

"This one……"

Ma Yu looked embarrassed and said how dare a disciple guess the master's thoughts. Zhao Zheng said "oh" and looked towards a place adjacent to Quanzhen Sect, or the Tomb Sect.

"Okay, I'll go see Xiao Wang first, you can do whatever you need to do!" Zhao Zheng said lightly, and his figure flew into the sky and disappeared.

Ma Yu's eyes were filled with longing, and he sighed in his heart that he was truly a god. Then he looked towards the Tomb Sect and sighed.

"Seeing things reminds me of people..."

Zhao Zheng didn't know all this. At this moment, he had already arrived outside the Ancient Tomb Sect, which was adjacent to the Quanzhen Sect. He used the Star-Picking Technique to fly inside.

Not long after, he caught a handful of jade bees with an expressionless face. The Ancient Tomb Sect did not have the Nine Yin Manual as he imagined, nor was there any in the coffin, but it made sense when he thought about it.
In this version, the Nine Yin Scriptures are in the nine tripods in the Nine Yin White Bone Cave, not in Wang Chongyang's hands.

Wang Chongyang did not.
Naturally, the Tomb Sweep Sect wouldn’t have that either.

As for Lin Chaoying, he did not see her because he found that she was dead. He only saw Grandma Sun.

as well as,

Little deaf girl!!

The little deaf girl who looks like a miniature version of Goddess Kong and a bit like Master Su from Wen'an County, he is not wrong,

But this little dragon girl is really deaf,

But I can lip read!
"I never expected that? La la la..."

Zhao Zheng thought with a strange expression on his face, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it. He took out the Hundred Ghosts Gourd, stuffed the captured jade bee into it, flew into the sky, and went to Liujiang Village outside Zhongnanshan.

After a while, Zhao Zheng saw a man while flying, and this man also saw Zhao Zheng. The two looked at each other with no expression on their faces.

"Hiss, what an amazing Qinggong!"

Ouyang Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he looked in horror at Zhao Zheng, who was only in his early twenties and looked like an inhuman.

Zhao Zheng shook his head, threw out the two...sexy sausages he thought of, and looked at Ouyang Feng's boots.

"Your boots seem to be in a bit of a heat overload!"

"high temperature?"

"Correct!"

"overload?"

"Correct!"

"..."

Do not believe!

Ouyang Feng shook his head, thinking that Zhao Zheng had taken a fancy to his boots. He exerted his internal force to activate the precious boots on his feet. His figure accelerated and suddenly disappeared in front of Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng had no choice but to follow closely, he had to follow as he was afraid that Xiao Wang would be hit to death by a boot, oh no, by a hidden weapon.

While following, his eyes were looking in the direction ahead and below. Finally, he saw Dongfang Bubai riding a horse at a galloping speed not far ahead and below. Pah, it should be said that it was the Third Princess riding a horse at a galloping speed!
"This pretty boy must have set his eyes on the boots that the national teacher gave me!" Ouyang Feng saw Zhao Zheng chasing him closely from behind, and he was startled and urged his inner strength to speed up the boots again.

Just as he accelerated, he smelled smoke. Just as he was wondering where the roasted whole lamb came from, he felt heat on his left foot. He looked down and saw that his left boot was on fire!
"…It's really a high temperature overload! Ah, there's a fire!" Ouyang Feng swung his feet and hurriedly took off his boots in the air.

Zhao Zheng curled his lips helplessly, moved his ears, and flashed in search of the voice that said I was invincible.

below,

Outside Liujiang Village,

On the mountain.

"I'm already invincible in the world~ la la la la la la... um..." Wang Chongyang stopped voice-overing and stared blankly at a man with extraordinary appearance who fell from the sky.

"..."

Zhao Zheng's eyelids twitched as he looked at his classmate Xiao Wang, who seemed a little unconvinced by the sect's founder. After thinking for a while, he spoke.

"Zhao Zheng, the seventeenth generation disciple of Maoshan!"

"???"

Seventeenth generation?
Five generations higher than Mao Tianming? !
Wait? You said your name is Zhao Zheng?
Wang Chongyang was startled, looked up at Zhao Zheng's height, and quickly saluted: "The humble student Wang Chongyang greets the senior!"

"polite……"

Zhao Zheng paused as he spoke, and with a chirping sound, the boots fell from the sky and stopped. Just when he was thinking about whether to take action or not.

click-

There was a sudden roar of thunder in the sky, which hit the boots that fell from the sky with great speed and precision, causing the boots to speed up and head straight for Zhao Zheng, causing Wang Chongyang's face to change.

"Not good, senior, be careful!"

As he spoke, Wang Chongyang pounced forward with a speed that stunned Zhao Zheng. He came in front of Zhao Zheng and clapped his hands, trying to push Zhao Zheng away, but failed.

Wang Chongyang thought to himself that something was not right, his thoughts raced, he gritted his teeth, turned around, moved his feet, jumped, and used his internal strength to protect his head, and hit the boots that fell from the sky.

"I support it!"

Everything happened in a flash, so fast that Zhao Zheng couldn't react. When he came to his senses, he looked at Wang Chongyang in front of him, with his boots plugged in, just like in the original novel, lying on the ground, shouting that he was so sad and had a headache.

Therefore,
How come he didn't react?

Zhao Zheng had a strange look in his eyes, and he seriously suspected that this Wang Chongyang was also the one who "returned to the throne of mercy". Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the sound of a horse coming from the roadside not far away.

The third princess was surprised at Zhao Zheng's appearance for a while, and then she came back to her senses with a red face. She looked strangely at a Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged on the ground three meters away with a boot stuck on his head. She asked with some concern: "Master, are you okay? Why is there a boot on your head?"

"Are you kidding? Why are there boots on my head?" Wang Chongyang smiled and shook his head, picking up the grass on the ground with his right hand to cover the boots on his head.

"But these are boots..."

The third princess expressed her disbelief and touched her boots, causing Wang Chongyang's mouth to twitch in pain. His eyes lit up, and he listened to Zhao Zhengdao before he could speak.

"It's a hidden weapon!"

"Yes, it's a hidden weapon!"

Wang Chongyang looked at Zhao Zheng with gratitude. The third princess was stunned for a moment, and looked at Zhao Zheng and Wang Chongyang with suspicion, without any other intention.
She's not stupid.

How can I not tell the difference between boots...

The third princess didn't say anything. Zhao Zheng, with a confused and dazed look on his face, pulled out the boot from Wang Chongyang's head and threw it away!
whoosh-

The boots broke through the air and flew far away, then were called back by Zhao Zheng. The third princess felt that she might really not be able to tell the difference.

"I already said it was a hidden weapon!"

Zhao Zheng threw it again and watched the boots fly away with a whoosh. Before he could recall it, he saw the boots' speed increase!
Whoosh!
bang——

A scream was heard, and words like "banana, you're a jerk" were faintly heard. The third princess swallowed and looked at Zhao Zheng.

"It seems...it hit someone?"

"It must have hit someone, right?"

Wang Chongyang, who had just come to his senses after realizing that there was no hole in his head, spoke weakly. Zhao Zheng shook his head. "You heard it wrong. This is the sound of the wind!"

"But……"

"It's the sound of the wind!"

Zhao Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of them. Seeing them nodding like chicks pecking at rice, he glanced at the place where the scream came from. Oh, Ouyang Feng, it's okay then.

"Okay, stop sitting there, get up. The hidden weapon has been destroyed, but..." Zhao Zheng frowned and looked at Wang Chongyang.
The boots were gone, but so was Wang Chongyang's life. Wang Chongyang escaped death this time.
But what about next time?
What about next time?!
"Senior, I don't need to..."

Wang Chongyang smiled carefree and unrestrained, as if he understood something from the life and death caused by the hidden weapon, and directly interrupted Zhao Zheng's words.

"Senior? How old is he?"

The third princess who had not left said weakly, Wang Chongyang said with a smile: "This is Zhao Zheng, the seventeenth generation disciple of Maoshan Sect. I am Wang Chongyang, the founder of Quanzhen Sect. Well, if we consider the relationship between me and Mao Tianming, the current head of Maoshan Sect, it is not an exaggeration for me to call Senior Zhao the ancestor!"

"Oh oh oh..."

The third princess nodded, her face showing understanding. She understood that Zhao Zheng was of a very high generation. Wang Chongyang was stunned.
No,

What about this girl's exclamation? !

However, he did not know that the reason why the Third Princess was so calm was mainly because she was not from the Song Dynasty, but from the Kingdom of Jinlun, and did not know much about the situation in the Central Plains.

"Since the Taoist priest is fine, I will leave first!"

The third princess clasped her fists and said goodbye in a rather chivalrous manner. Zhao Zheng and the other two nodded and watched the third princess leave.

"Thank you, Master, for saving my life!"

After Wang Chongyang saw the third princess leave, he immediately clasped his fists and expressed his gratitude. Zhao Zheng shook his head: "I haven't saved you yet, no need to thank me."

It would be better to say that he avoided rather than saved. He only helped Wang Chongyang avoid death brought by hidden weapons. As for when the next death would come, he didn't know, but it wouldn't be too late.

Wang Chongyang smiled and said, "Grandmaster, you are joking. As the saying goes, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God. It's already great that I can live a few more days!"

"Actually I can help you!"

Zhao Zheng spoke directly, saying that the so-called help, to put it bluntly, was just a matter of being a scapegoat. It was true that fate in this world was predetermined, and it was also true that rules were dead, but people were alive!

"Let's just forget about this..."

Wang Chongyang smiled and shook his head to refuse. His eyes were exceptionally clear, able to see through everything, and Zhao Zheng gave up after hearing what he said.

"That's right, Grandmaster, here!"

Wang Chongyang took out two secret books from his arms and handed them to Zhao Zheng with both hands. Zhao Zheng took them and looked at them, raising his eyebrows at the four words "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head" and "Innate Divine Art" written on them.

"too much!"

As he said that, Zhao Zheng returned the Xiantian magic skill to Wang Chongyang. He came here this time just to get the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head magic skill for his grandson.

“Not much, not much, just... I would like to ask the ancestor to inform fellow Taoist Tianming and ask him to help our Quanzhen Sect in the future!” Wang Chongyang clasped his fists and Zhao Zheng thought about it and nodded.

"it is good!"

"Thank you, Zu..."

"Brother, who is he!"

An extremely sharp voice interrupted Wang Chongyang's words. The person who made the voice was none other than Zhou Botong, who came from thousands of miles... dozens of miles away to pick up his senior brother from seclusion.

Zhou Botong stared at Wang Chongyang with wide eyes, then pointed at the man...whose back was extremely handsome.

"Um, Junior Brother, this is..."

Wang Chongyang's expression changed and kept changing. He noticed that Zhou Botong's face turned red, which made him stunned. Then he looked expressionlessly at Zhao Zheng beside him, and at Zhou Botong who was staring at Zhao Zheng.

"…Stop bothering me. Goodbye!"

Ignoring Zhou Botong's gaze and resisting the urge to beat him up, Zhao Zheng immediately flew into the sky and became invisible. As for staying, forget it. He didn't want to refresh his understanding of Wang Chongyang!

"Let's find a place to study the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head and the Xiantian Divine Art, and then... let Fang Zheng go and get back the sword I lost when I was a kid!" Zhao Zheng pondered in his mind, and directly found a cave nearby and began to retreat.

Time flies,

That night,

Inside the cave.

Sitting on the futon, Zhao Zheng looked at the Three Flowers Gathering Divine Skill he had obtained from Wang Chongyang. As for whether this skill was the disciple of Mao Tianming, the contemporary head of Maoshan, then it was, so what? He would take a look! What's wrong with practicing it?
"A magical... technique!"

Putting away his chaotic thoughts, Zhao Zheng sighed in amazement. The reason why he said it was magical was mainly because the Three Flowers Gathering Divine Art looked like a spell, which at most contained the spell of expelling the law.

But, in fact, it is not the case. He found that although this Three Flowers Gathering Divine Skill contains some of the concepts of the method of expelling the law, its root is time, or in other words,

It's about time!
This inexplicably reminded him of the Return Wind and Return Fire method in the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs, which is... a higher level of Expelling Method!
"But it doesn't seem difficult to practice..."

Thinking of the scene in the original novel where Zhou Botong went insane while performing the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head magic, Zhao Zheng stretched out his big hand and swept it across the ground beside him.

There was no magic, only a cactus that sprouted and grew immediately in the soil after he touched it from a distance!

"???"

Where did the cactus seeds come from? Did I run to the desert? Didn't I find a cave nearby? Zhao Zheng scratched his head and looked at the cactus that had grown to half a meter high. He waved his hand to turn it back into a seed and looked at the innate magic skill that Wang Chongyang gave him.

"It has some overlap with my Rebirth Method, and the emphasis is different, but... it's amazing that ordinary people can practice it!"

It is better to say that the innate magical power is a kind of inner alchemy that combines the internal power cultivation method with the magic power cultivation method.

Ordinary people can also cultivate magical powers through this method, of course, it just takes a little more time.

Xiantian magic is to use internal energy to slowly change the body's qualifications to achieve the kind of magic power cultivation, weak at first and then strong,

It's the kind of practice that only people with perseverance can come to do!

"And the difference in the routes... is a bit big!"

Comparing the inner alchemy and Quanzhen sect methods he had obtained in other worlds, Zhao Zheng evaluated them and began to practice.

"Hmm? Not bad, it's worthy of being the method created by classmate Xiao Wang!" Zhao Zheng felt the changes in his body, and began to use the Shit Mountain Code to force it into version 4.2 of his Rebirth Method. After that, he silently said to the system.

Name: Zhao Zheng

Age: 21 (18)
Realm: Essence, Qi and Spirit, Refining Qi and Transforming Spirit
Luzhi (4): From the right of the ninth grade Tianshu Yuan...

Status: Five Qis Returning to the Origin (2/5)…

Talent: Innate Five Elements Tao Body Holy Fetus (2/5)

Kung Fu: Maoshan Qingdadong True Sutra...

Supernatural powers: fate, water control...

Gates of all realms: Opening...

Available tasks: Task 1...

Mission: Investigate the difference between the laws of nature in this world...

Item: A permanent mission fund card...

"There is still a long way to go..."

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, stuffed the two manuals into a yellow bag, wrote a letter in it, clapped his hands, and watched the yellow bag fly out of the cave, flying towards Maoshan in stealth. He stood up and walked towards the cave, preparing to let Fang Zheng go online.

There were voices coming from not far away!

"The sword dragon is in the wild, one wild, two wild, three wild~"

"A flying dragon in the sky~"

"Toad peeing~"

"The Dragon has regrets~"

"The acceleration due to gravity minus the centrifugal force equals 3,600 degrees in the air..."

clang--

A good sound is a good head. Ouyang Feng's head was hit by Hong Qi's palm and hit against the tree successfully. There was a clang and then he fell headfirst. Zhao Zheng, who was flying over, twitched his mouth.

I understand. One circle is 360 degrees. Ouyang Feng was hit by Hong Qi and turned ten times in the air, which means 3,600 degrees in the air. Well, people from the Western Regions speak differently.

"who!"

After looking at Ouyang Feng who was trying hard to pull himself out of the ground for a while, Hong Qi suddenly looked up at the sky and shouted.

"Ten thousand Buddhas pay homage to the Buddha~"

(End of this chapter)