Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1465 A blow to the head, the Feng brothers
  Zhang Yan was a little curious about the seven or eight-year-old small farmer, so he asked the old man, but the old man's answer was like a blow to the head, waking up Zhang Yan.

The cruelty of this ancient world once again unveiled its mystery in front of Zhang Yan. It once again told Zhang Yan that there would be no future without hard work.

According to this old man, the small farmer's parents are no longer alive. His father disappeared during an outing. People traveling with him said that there was almost no chance of survival. At that time, the small farmer was still in his mother's belly. There has been no news, and shortly after giving birth to him, his mother went crazy during the practice and exploded to death.

The old man had been feeding the small farmer a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of porridge. However, the old man's cultivation talent was really low. He didn't know whether he could raise the small farmer in the remaining years. At this point, the old man looked at Zhang Yan. He was struggling. He opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something but found it difficult to speak. But finally, looking at the young farmer, he spoke with a strained voice.

"Brother, I don't know how much time I have left, but I know I can't hold on for long. The small farmer is still so young. How can he live alone in this cruel world? I know this requirement is difficult, but for the small farmer, I I also put aside my old face and asked my senior brother to help the small farmers as much as possible in the future. I know that my senior brother is a person who can do great things. I just need to save his life. Please help me, senior brother."

Looking at this sincere old man, Zhang Yan knew that there was no relationship between them, and there was no need for kindness in the ancient times. But he looked at the innocent and ignorant child, solemnly agreed to the old man's request, and then looked at He accepted the teacher's offer without hesitation.

This child's experience told Zhang Yan that the dangers in the prehistoric era not only came from racial struggles and natural dangers, but also came from improper cultivation and the passage of time. Zhang Yan touched the child's head, looked at the dying old man, made a magic spell, made a paper crane, handed it to the small farmer, and then left without saying another word. He knew that the next time they meet, the small farmer There is a high probability that he is alone.

After leaving the communication hall, Zhang Yan exhaled a long breath, expelled the gloomy energy he heard from his body, and took out the letter he received. It was a piece of animal skin. When he opened it, he saw the words at the end of the letter. Yours sincerely, Brother Feng. The content of the letter is as follows:
  "Brother Zhang Yan, it has been a long time since we parted ways in Kunlun Mountain. First of all, I would like to congratulate you for your brilliant performance in the competition and for winning the position of leader of the Chan Cult disciples. We have only seen the tip of the iceberg with your talents. The selection of disciples for the saints has ended. We didn't have the opportunity and decided to return to our hometown. However, we learned that Brother Zhang Yan successfully became the disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, which was really a blessing for the human race. My two brothers planned to practice while waiting for Brother Zhang Yan. But the years of cultivation have passed without a trace. I learned that my brothers were in seclusion. I don’t know when we will see each other again. My two brothers also brought some clan members with them, so I left the news and map. We will return to our hometown first. If Brother Zhang Yan is willing to accept me, The two brothers can follow the route on the map to find me. In addition, there is another thing that can transmit information within fifty miles. If necessary, Feng will do his best."

The route map is just below the letter.

(End of this chapter)