Go Crazy! You Call Me the Ultimate?

Sabri looked at Wang Zanghai in disbelief, and his whole body was shocked.

"Master, could it be... that your power to revive Cindy comes from the ultimate in the world?"

Wang Zanghai nodded and patted his shoulder.

"Just like you, I am just a mortal with a mortal body. Of course I don't have the power of a god."

"But if I control the ultimate, it is equivalent to controlling the divine power!"

He didn't play tricks or play tricks, but told his secret frankly, which moved Sabri deeply, which shows that Wang Zanghai really regarded him as one of his own.

At the same time, a question popped up in his mind.

"Master, since the ultimate controls the entire world, how can you control it?"

Wang Zanghai walked forward.

"Let's talk as we go, it's a long story."

As he spoke, his memory quickly flashed back to more than 900 years ago.

According to historical records, Wang Zanghai was born in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasties, and once built a mausoleum for the Zhu family.

This record cannot be miscalculated, because before he became Wang Zanghai, he was not called by this name.

It didn't matter what his previous name was, because no one remembered and no one cared.

He only remembered that his hometown was in Kaifeng, Henan Province, and his family was the lowest-level peasants. In the winter of the year he was born, nomads from the north brought thousands of troops to the south, sweeping like thunder.

After several fierce battles, the army of the Central Plains Dynasty was defeated, the city of Kaifeng was destroyed, and two emperors, one old and one young, were captured. This is known as the Jingkang disaster in history.

This incident was a catastrophe for the rich and noble families. After the nomadic army entered the city, they burned, killed and looted for days and nights. Families with a little money were looted. was taken away.

On the contrary, the poor peasants living in the outskirts of the city escaped the catastrophe because they had no money to fish for.

After that catastrophe, the Northern Song Dynasty perished.

When he was young, there was a general from Tangyin County who led an iron army against a powerful enemy in the north. Success stories were reported frequently on the battlefield, and his reputation was greatly shaken. The name of the hero spread all over the country.

In that era, General Yue was an idol worshiped by people all over the world.

Ten years later, when he was young and full of enthusiasm to serve the country, he went to join the Yue family army, hoping to serve in the battle of General Yue.

But when he was halfway there, bad news came that General Yue had died in the Storm Pavilion.

The common people all wept bitterly, the literati raised their pens and splashed ink to complain about the general's injustice, while the enemies were toasting each other.

The sun shines brightly, the sun shines brightly!

The hero has passed away, only the steel gun that would rather bend than bend remains in front of the grave!

He also cried for three days because of this, and later he heard a teacher say that the general's death was not a trick of the enemy, but because he was the idol of the whole world, and the common people only knew that there was General Yue, but not the official Zhao family. The emperor was fidgeting.

Great power!

The hero's misfortune made him see clearly the incompetence of the Southern Song Dynasty court, his blood was poured into a cold heart, and he was disheartened from then on, and he no longer believed in such lofty ideals as loyalty to the emperor and serving the country.

Because his family was too poor, he gave up the idea of ​​joining the army, so he wandered in the rivers and lakes and made his home all over the world.

Fortunately, he has a sharp tongue and is quite likable. Even if he has not read any books, he can still flourish in the world.

Until one day, he met an old Taoist.

This was the most important turning point in his life. The old Taoist looked like a master of Taoism, with a sense of demeanor and grace.

When the Taoist saw him the first time, he said that he had immortal bones, and he wanted to accept him as a disciple and teach him all the skills of the immortal family.

This kind of opportunity is not available to everyone. He thought he had met a noble person, so he happily joined the old Taoist sect and went to a deep mountain with his master.

Every day, I chop firewood for fire, wash and cook, and serve the master.

But three years later, the old Taoist revealed his true intentions. He was just the cauldron chosen by the old Taoist, and he was going to use him to refine the human pill!

Originally, under the hands of such a master of the evil sect, it was extremely difficult for him to survive.

But I don't know if it was luck, or the old man's life was exhausted, at the critical moment, the old man died unexpectedly.

After he escaped, he not only saved his life, but also won the family business left by the old Taoist for nothing.

It turned out that the old Taoist priest was a cultivator of the evil sect, and in order to pursue immortality, he embarked on a crooked path.

Although the old man is not a good person, he has real skills and left him with many powerful magic tools and some secret books on cultivating immortals.

During the three years of serving Lao Dao, the master taught him how to read and read, and also taught him some basic methods of cultivation.

Anyway, he had nowhere to go, so he simply stayed in the Taoist temple and spent eight years pondering over the secret scriptures left by the old Taoist.

During the Sui, Tang and Song Dynasties, when Taoism was prevalent, countless people in the world sought immortality and Taoism, especially those wealthy and noble families, who wanted to live forever.

After he learned the skills of the old way, when he appeared in the eyes of the world again, he was already a master of the world.

He was already smart, eloquent, and indeed had some real skills, so he quickly gained a reputation.

There was an endless stream of people who came to him to learn from him, and many of them were rich and powerful.

As his fame grew, he finally alarmed the real master of the outside world.

That day, a young man came to him and asked him for advice on how to repair dead bodies and undo immortals.

This man has a handsome appearance, looks like a noble tree, and has an extraordinary conversation. He is not an ordinary person at a glance, and he is probably the son of a certain prince or noble.

Although this person came to ask for advice, his attitude was somewhat indifferent, like a talking ice cube.

However, most of the noble children are a little arrogant, which is also normal.

The only thing that surprised him was that this person's name was very unlucky.

Zhang Qi Ling.

Chapter 457 Zhang Qiling and Wang Zanghai

"Zhang Qiling, Qiling means carrying the coffin."

"Why would a child of a wealthy family choose such a name?"

He felt a little unbelievable in his heart, but in order not to offend this big client, he didn't ask.

The two talked in detail for most of the day, and his three-inch tongue and real ability finally convinced Zhang Qiling.

"Mister is indeed a master of cultivating immortals. Could you please accompany me to the humble house for a talk? I still have a lot of questions to ask."

He thought that Zhang Qiling must be the son of a prince and nobleman, and that he would be able to climb the dragon and the phoenix after this trip, and he would go straight to the sky from then on, so he readily agreed.

The two set off from Henan, but they didn't go to Lin'an Mansion, but walked northward.

Walking to the edge of the Huaihe River, Zhang Qiling still didn't stop, and he panicked. Could it be that this young man is from the north?

Although he lost his faith, he was still a citizen of Song Dynasty. If he crossed the river rashly, he would surrender to the enemy.

General Yue is his lifelong idol. He has fought against the Jin people all his life. How can he serve the nobles of the Jin people?

Even if he cannot serve the country, this is his last bottom line.

Seeing that he refused to cross the river no matter what, Zhang Qiling understood his worries, so he said.

"I'm not a gold man, please rest assured, sir, we are not going to Shengjing, but to a place farther away."

Shengjing was the capital of the Jin Dynasty, where all princes and nobles lived.

If it's not going to Shengjing, where is the Zhang family from?

He felt very puzzled, further north, that is the ancestral home of the Jin people - Baishan Heishui.

In order to dispel his doubts, Zhang Qiling directly offered generous terms.

"The Zhang family has quite a lot of wealth. If the husband is willing to go, I would like to offer ten thousand taels of gold."

Ten thousand taels of gold!

No matter which dynasty it is in, it is an astronomical sum!

After finishing speaking, Zhang Qiling took out a fist-sized gold nugget from his pocket as a deposit.

He weighed it, and it was 30 taels!

With such a big deal, the Zhang family is undoubtedly a wealthy family!

He remembered that there are many valuable specialties in the north, and some merchants have made tens of thousands of fortunes by selling these specialties. The Zhang family may be such a wealthy businessman.

Although compared with the nobles in the royal palace in the capital, they are just local tyrants, but in terms of financial resources, they are not inferior to the nobles.

For the sake of gold, he agreed to go.

So the two crossed the Huai River and continued to walk north.

From spring to autumn, I finally arrived at my destination.

A snow mountain that stretches thousands of miles.

Looking at the thousands of miles of frozen northern scenery, he was very surprised.

In this deep mountain and old forest, is there really a rich family?

Although he was puzzled, but the heavy gold nugget in his arms was real, he still kept a glimmer of expectation.

After the two entered Daxue Mountain, they walked for three days before finally seeing a village.

It is not so much a village as it is a city hidden in the mountains!

There are thousands of families in the village, all gathered together and built according to the plan of the big city.

He is an expert in feng shui, and he can tell at a glance that the layout of Zhangjiatun implies a brilliant feng shui formation, which is definitely from the hands of a master!

After entering the village, what surprised him even more was that all the people in the village had the surname Zhang, no matter men, women, old or young.

Could it be that the Zhang family is intermarried with the same surname?

Although in that era, intermarriage between relatives was normal, but thousands of families in the whole village were intermarried with the same surname, which is a bit suspicious.

In addition, Zhang Qiling's identity was also far beyond his expectations.

When everyone in the village saw Zhang Qiling, they half-kneeled on the ground respectfully and called him the patriarch.

Unexpectedly, this young man is actually the patriarch of the family!

Zhang Qiling took him to a house, said it was a guest room, and let him live here with peace of mind, and arranged several people to serve him.