Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 6 The Last Day

Practice!

Mastering the power beyond the mundane is undoubtedly the most important thing for him.

And it's right in front of us. We just need to go to Zhenzhen Tower in a few days.

However, whether the blue-clothed woman harbored ill will towards him, as well as the various reactions of the powerful people in Jiangshui City after learning that he had embarked on the path of cultivation, and whether he could get close to the Zhenzhen Tower were all unknown...

There are too many things to consider, it is definitely not as simple as entering the Huanzhen Building.

In addition, the strength has been enhanced.

Use the characteristics of the short sword to improve your mastery of swordsmanship, and strive to have sufficient swordsmanship skills without controlling the short sword.

Use the characteristics of the Welcoming Troops Order to make up for the deficiency of the body.

Yes, after an afternoon of reflection on health preservation, he had already made some guesses.

【Characteristics】: To maintain health is to make up for the deficiency of the body caused by long-term hunger.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind.

Zhang Yuanzhu leaned against the wall, his body slightly bent, blocking the view of the many beggars.

The five fingers slowly spread out, revealing thumb-sized pieces of stone.

There are brown rocks, red bricks, and gray marble...

These are the stones collected in the city, and they are used to try out the ability to control.

The next moment, the brown rocks disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked deep into his soul.

The free palm tapped the ground lightly, making a dull thud. Before the sound could spread, it was drowned out by the howling wind and snow outside the temple.

'It also has the characteristic of being hard, but its hardness is slightly less than that of bluestone.'

Zhang Yuanzhu made a judgment in his heart.

Then, we started trying other stones.

As time passed, pieces of stone disappeared and reappeared in the palm of the hand.

He discarded most of the stones in the corner, and finally only a marble-sized pebble was placed close to his body.

This is a stone particle with [Characteristics] that is harder than bluestone, and will serve as his trump card in battle.

After determining the most suitable stone for palm control, Zhang Yuanzhu replaced it with a short knife and began to practice swordsmanship.

The palms kept moving, leaving traces of tearing sounds in the night, which were covered by the wind and snow and no one could hear.

As the night deepened, his swordsmanship became closer and closer, and the short sword brought him a swordsmanship instinct.

Call ~
After exhaling a breath of foul air, Zhang Yuanzhu replaced the short knife with the order to welcome the troops.

Then completely relax your body and start to rest.

However, his palm was pressed on the hilt of the sword from beginning to end, as if he was ready to draw the sword and strike at any time.

……

The next day, early morning.

Click! boom!

The sound of collision woke Zhang Yuanzhu from his light sleep.

His eyes opened, cold and indifferent, staring at the source of the sound.

After seeing the goal swaying in the wind, the coldness in his eyes subsided a little.

He glanced around the ancient temple and found that there were only a few beggars left. Most of them had gone out to beg.

He took out two stiff buns from his arms, put them in his mouth, soaked them with saliva, took small bites, and swallowed them.

In a short while, the two buns were swallowed.

The hunger in my stomach also disappeared.

At the same time, he stretched his stiff hands and feet a few times, then stood up and walked out the door.

The heavy snow had stopped at this moment, but the sun had not risen, and the sky and the earth were filled with gloom.

He bent down, grabbed a handful of snowflakes, and put them into his mouth as a source of water to quench his thirst.

Then, he strode out of the ancient temple.

After a night of thinking, he decided to control the broken sword in the morning and practice sword skills with all his strength, and switch to welcoming troops in the afternoon and evening to make up for the loss of his body.

While thinking, he was already far away from the ancient temple.

He randomly walked into an alley and began to practice his swordsmanship using his palm instead of a knife.

At noon, he replaced the broken knife with the order to welcome the troops and began to wander around the city to collect more information.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

"Everyone, please don't fight. Each person should have a bowl of rice porridge and a steamed bun."

A familiar intersection and a familiar voice came into Zhang Yuanzhu's ears again.

Turn around!

Go in the opposite direction.

Finally, he stopped opposite a teahouse, took out a bun from his arms and slowly ate it.

While eating buns, I listened to the noise coming from the teahouse.

"The Jiang, Zhou, and Wang families have been making quite a fuss lately, with large groups of guards fleeing the city. I wonder what they're doing?"

"I do know a little. I heard from my uncle's uncle's aunt that a great man has come to our city, and all the major families are vying to curry favor with him."

"Oh, what a joke! The Jiang family has been the city lord for generations, the Zhou family controls the military power in every part of the city, and the Wang family controls our food, clothing, housing and transportation. Even if the imperial envoy from the Yuan Dynasty came, it wouldn't be like this."

"Brother, be careful with your words!"

Before any sarcastic voice could be heard, a series of scoldings interrupted his words.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yuanzhu saw several young men in scholar's clothes walking out of the teahouse with gloomy faces.

Without hesitation, he quickly finished the buns and left the teahouse.

"Has the majesty of the Yuan Dynasty fallen to the point where even a commoner can discuss it?"

'That's great! '

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his eyes. He was very disgusted with this court.

The officials were ruthless, the families were wealthy, natural disasters were constant, and wars were endless, leaving no trace of nostalgia.

However, the affairs of the Yuan Dynasty were too far away from him, while the three major families of Zhou, Wang and Jiang were very close to him.

"Is it because of the arrival of that blue-dressed woman that the three major families are vying to curry favor with her?"

He walked and thought, and already had his own guess.

In this way, the front of the Zhenzhen Building will definitely be full of spies, and anyone who approaches will be detected.

Things are getting interesting!

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu did not feel depressed at all, but instead felt a surge of fighting spirit.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind.

Call ~
"I need more information to make the most correct judgment."

The child's figure disappeared around the corner.

In just one afternoon, a quarter of the city was visited and a lot of information was collected.

After all, no one would guard against a beggar who might freeze to death at any time.

At night, inside the ancient temple.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the corner, and swallowed the last bun.

He placed one hand on the hilt of the knife and then slowly fell asleep.

The next day, early morning.

"Is this the last day?"

The child stood in front of the dilapidated gate, one hand on the door frame, the other hand tightly holding the handle of the knife, looking up at the falling snow.

Although his cheeks were pale at this moment, they were faintly red.

A night of [Nourishment] made his depleted body closer to that of a normal child.

"Tomorrow is the last time the woman in blue has told me."

His eyes were calm, without any ripples, making it impossible to see his true thoughts.

Take a step forward.

Crunch!Crunch!
Stepping on the falling snow, he walked into the snowstorm, and the short figure gradually disappeared.

The same remote alley, the same constantly waving palm knives, but with more falling snowflakes.

Time passes minute by minute.

The young man's palm chops became more and more fierce, until finally a short knife appeared directly in his palm.

Suddenly, it fell down!
Stab it!

The knife light was cold and tore the air apart.

Even the falling snowflakes were blown away by the strong wind and deflected from the blade.

Deep in the child's heart, the mirror formed by the blue light underwent slight changes.

Master of Supernatural Powers: Zhang Yuanzhu
Palm control: None
Realm: mortal

Skills: None
Skills: Unknown swordsmanship

(End of this chapter)