There's something wrong with me

Chapter 136 Ten Years in the Flash: The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain
"Brother Zhang!"

Just then, two women in their early twenties, who seemed to have a literary air, walked towards them from a distance.

They were in the prime of their youth, with fair skin, and seemed out of place in this field.

One of the women had her trousers rolled up and was carrying a delicate little net bag.

Zhang Feng glanced at it and saw that it contained an aluminum lunchbox.

This can only be purchased with industrial vouchers.

They were newly sent-down youth.

"Thank you for watering our plants yesterday."

The woman, with her trousers rolled up, handed the lunchbox to Zhang Feng, saying, "I heard from the older brothers and sisters in the village that you haven't eaten yet, so we packed some food and brought it to you."

She then added, "I washed this lunchbox before putting the food in it, so it's very clean."

"Thank you, Sister Literacy." Zhang Feng didn't know her full name, but he and the villagers all called her Sister Literacy.

“Haha, Sister Literacy…” Another woman would tease Sister Literacy whenever she heard this title, saying, “Our Pingping is Sister Literacy.”

"You're so annoying!" The literate girl playfully wrestled with her for a few moments.

Zhang Feng glanced at the other woman.

Her nickname was simple: everyone called her "the lazybones".

"Don't let it get cold." After handing over the lunchbox, Pingping didn't leave. Instead, she took Zhang Feng's hoe with both hands and said confidently, "Brother Zhang, you eat first, I'll help you weed."

"After you finish eating, I'll take the lunchbox back to wash it; you don't need to worry about it."

As she spoke, she seemed to be swinging a hoe with considerable skill.

In reality, when he swung the hoe, he not only missed hitting the weeds, but also swayed a couple of times.

"Do you know how?" Even those who were just there for fun would want to go up and swing a few times, just because they thought it was funny.

Zhang Feng ignored them and sat down on a nearby earthen slope to eat. In any case, no matter how much he tried to persuade them, they would have to stop after a few swings.

The facts were just as Zhang Feng had imagined.

After swinging their hoes more than a dozen times, they sat down on the pit to rest, disregarding their image.

"Look at my hands." The idler even showed Pingping her already red palms.

“We’re here,” Pingping said encouragingly, “It’s our responsibility to improve the living conditions of our fellow villagers.”

"Ah..." Those who do nothing but eat and do nothing are now only missing life in the city.

Zhang Feng ate heartily, eating wild vegetables, rice porridge, and two mixed flour buns.

Eating this in the middle of the day is quite amazing.

But Zhang Fengzhen wasn't picky.

The chopsticks kept bumping against the lunchbox, and the food was finished in about a dozen clattering sounds.

Zhang Feng felt that this was a good start, as someone brought him food right away.

The problem is that this 'spiritual root' is unclear, lacks a specific training method, and is not quite perfect.

Looking at my own land again, I stopped thinking about anything and just focused on opening up the energy channels while weeding.

Once I've improved my skills, I can travel to several provinces and maybe find some training methods.

"Brother Zhang, we're leaving now."

Pingping and the idler picked up their lunchboxes and waved to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng was opening his meridians, and he only nodded slightly.

But then I thought, this Pingping seems pretty good. She's willing to work hard, and maybe she can help me with farming and cultivating the land while I'm traveling.

This should be the starting point, telling myself who will help me.

"I'll wash the lunchboxes. You guys go first, and I'll bring them back to you tonight." Zhang Feng offered to wash the dishes, not because he was doing it for free, but because he was new to the world and knew nothing about it.

We can't afford to waste our energy worrying about a gentlemanly question like who will do the dishes.

……

night.

Zhang Feng spent the whole afternoon weeding and felt quite satisfied.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng wanted to plant some medicinal herbs instead of wheat.

Because the task did not specify that it 'must be wheat'.

Therefore, to maximize profits, it is still very necessary to plant some common medicinal herbs and then study the relationship between the herbs and the soil.

While enjoying the process of farming, I am also improving my medical knowledge.

It's a good thing to be able to have fun and learn at the same time.

If we calculate the time, it's summer now, and we can harvest it in a few more days.

Wheat matures from May to July and is sown in autumn, hence the name "autumn harvest," but it doesn't necessarily have to be harvested in autumn.

Zhang Feng pondered for a few days and decided to harvest the herbs. He then planned to visit the town to see if there were any medicinal herb seeds.

I thought to myself.

When we returned to the village entrance.

Zhang Feng saw Pingping teaching several toddlers to read under a big tree, by the moonlight.

There were women and men watching nearby, also just for the novelty, and they would whisper among themselves, chatting about everyday matters.

But before they could listen for more than a few minutes, the village chief, who was in his forties, came over and shouted, "The literacy sister is teaching the children to do their studies. What are you all doing standing around here?"

And you, Li family's eldest son, are you studying, or what are you looking at? Do you think I don't know? Get back home!

The village chief was exceptionally domineering, and he dispersed the crowd with just a few words.

When Pingping heard the village chief say that others were secretly watching her, she felt a little embarrassed and lowered her voice a bit while teaching.

Zhang Feng walked straight over, put down the lunchbox beside the big tree, nodded to Pingping, and then headed into the village.

When the village chief saw Zhang Feng, his smile broadened, and he said to Zhang Feng as he approached, "Zhang family eldest son, come on, want to have a drink? I've had your sister-in-law cook some dishes."

Zhang Feng was five years old when he ended up in this village.

The village chief was sixteen years old at the time, and he often took Zhang Feng to various households to ask for work.

Although both of them were roughnecks, they were both hardworking and efficient, and they got along very well.

As for 'Zhang the eldest,' Zhang Feng is the only person with the surname Zhang in the village, and he is also the only one in the village, so he is 'the eldest in the family.'

"Okay." Zhang Feng agreed when the village chief invited him to dinner.

Now that the energy channels are open, the resonance is ready to eat heartily.

……

An hour and a half later.

The village chief stared blankly at the empty plates on the table, then at Zhang Feng, who seemed to be enjoying his drink more.
"Eldest son of the Zhang family, how long has it been since you last ate? Were you just waiting for this meal from your older brother? Are you trying to eat my family out of house and home?"

“We’re not talking about this,” Zhang Feng said without explaining. “Brother Zhao, how much money do you have at home? I want to buy some medicinal herb seeds and plant something else.”

"Medicinal herbs?" The village chief put down his wine cup and carefully examined Zhang Feng. "Eldest son of the Zhang family, it's not that I don't want to lend you money, but do you even know anything about these things?"

"Speaking of whether you understand this or not, I've just thought of something." Zhang Feng suddenly had an idea. "You see, Sister Literacy is knowledgeable, right?"

"Hmm." The village chief nodded, then suddenly asked, "Are you interested in the literate girl?"

After the village chief finished speaking, there was a moment of silence.

Zhang Feng paused for several seconds before remembering what he was about to say, and ignoring the village chief's topic, continued:

“I recently learned about medicinal herb cultivation and plan to teach her so that she can lead the people in our village to grow medicinal herbs.”

Of course, I'll grow it myself first. If you see results, then you can join in.

Besides, I need to discuss this with the literacy lady; she might not help me.

Although she said she wouldn't help, Zhang Feng felt that Pingping would probably help, based on her words about "improving the lives of the villagers."

If this isn't just idle talk, then seeing that he could make money growing medicinal herbs and wanting to selflessly lead the entire village...

Then everything fell into place naturally.

In the future, the whole village will help me grow medicinal herbs, which will save me some time to travel around the nine provinces.

After all, we've just arrived in this world, so we need to lay a solid foundation first before moving on to other things.

……

That night.

Zhang Feng also found Pingping and shared his ideas about medicinal herbs.

“Okay!” Pingping agreed immediately after hearing this. “I know a few herbal medicine merchants in town. I can get some seeds on credit first.”

"You know them?" Zhang Feng was surprised that a young girl like her could know some business people.

“That’s right.” Pingping sat in the moonlight and told Zhang Feng a few things.

Zhang Feng also sat down and looked at her carefully this time, noticing a faint smell of Chinese medicine on her.

Then she began to recount her story as if reminiscing.

Zhang Feng knew that Pingping came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners.

This should also be a kind of compensation mechanism for text.

If you didn't practice martial arts properly or specialize in it at the beginning, you can make up for it within these fifty years.

Similarly, when Pingping saw that the hardworking and honest Brother Zhang wanted to improve his life, she also wanted to use her knowledge to help him and then influence more villagers.

Her medical skills and pharmaceutical theories were already at a basic level of proficiency, making her one of the best in the town.

The villagers are all farming.

She didn't know how to persuade everyone to plant medicinal herbs.

But Zhang Feng took the initiative to come to her, which made her very happy.

She was also prepared to show off her skills and let others know that she was not a weak and delicate woman.

Just in the time to come.

After Zhang Feng and she went to town to buy seeds, they returned to collect wheat seeds and pesticides.

Pingping, however, felt that she no longer needed to be taught.

Because Zhang Feng's skill in "cultivating medicinal herbs" is at an expert level.

Even with her talent and learning, she couldn't understand it at all.

But she vaguely sensed that Brother Zhang's skill in cultivating medicinal herbs far surpassed hers.

This made her feel a sense of admiration, thinking that Brother Zhang was really amazing.

……

Before we knew it, autumn had passed and summer had arrived.

The following summer and autumn, several batches of medicinal herbs were harvested in abundance.

"Brother Zhang, you're amazing!"

In the fields.

Pingping is now tanned and is quickly collecting the medicine.

Zhang Feng was also collecting medicine, and while thinking about cultivation, he was also experiencing resonance and didn't want to speak.

"Can you really make money?"

"Does the eldest son of the Zhang family really know how?"

Outside the fields, many villagers gathered in groups to watch, some of them secretly interested.

"Eldest son of the Zhang family, can you take our whole family with you?"

……

Seventh year.

The village where Zhang Feng lived has become a medicinal herb planting base.

Once everything is on track and the foundation is solid.

At the age of thirty-seven, Zhang Feng bid farewell to his tanned wife Pingping and fellow villagers, embarking on his first trip outside the province.

……

Brother Zhang, will you go back?

On the tractor heading out of the village.

There were also some "freeloaders" with them. Her skin wasn't very dark, but seven years had passed, and like Pingping, she was no longer in her prime.

"I'll come back." Zhang Feng leaned against the haystack on the tractor, glanced at her, and asked, "Will you come back after you return to the city?"

The idler, wrapped in a slightly dusty scarf, fell silent again.

……

The difference between living on the outskirts of the city and being a freeloader.

This time away.

Zhang Feng got addicted.

Enjoying the scenery on foot, climbing mountains and wading through rivers.

The taste was just like that of a carefree immortal in a novel.

There's no need to worry about night or day.

When they get tired, they rest in the forest or find a cave, drive away the wild animals inside, and then crawl inside.

This place has changed owners now.

If you're not tired, keep going, occasionally chasing after a pack of wolves or teasing a grumpy wild boar.

Occasionally, I'll visit a nearby town, buy a new outfit, and watch it gradually wear out and show signs of age during my travels.

Zhang Feng traveled for three years, only covering the border of one province, but his state of mind became increasingly serene.

His skills were not lacking at all.

The current physical condition has reached [157].

It has surpassed the current physical condition and is moving towards a new realm of physical condition.

And today.

It was the eleventh year since I came into this world, summer.

Zhang Feng was playing in the mountains and forests on the border of the second province. Every now and then, he would climb up a tree and leap from the top of the tree to chase after the birds soaring in the low sky.

But when they caught up to the front of a small hill...

"Good work!"

A faint voice suddenly came from the mountaintop, hundreds of meters high. The voice did not seem to be caused by internal force or resonance, nor was it a loud shout, but rather it came with a gentle breeze.

Looking up, Zhang Feng saw an old Taoist priest in a neat robe standing on the edge of the cliff.

He looks to be over eighty years old.

"What an amazing ability to locate people by sound!"

When he saw Zhang Fengwang approaching, he laughed like a child, but for his age, it sounded somewhat neurotic.

'Strange.' Zhang Feng felt that this person was rather awkward, with an indescribable eeriness about him.

I was just about to go up to look for him.

He saw Zhang Feng take a step, but quickly turned around, like a bird flapping its wings, covering a distance of more than fifty meters in one step, his speed was no less than Zhang Feng's.

'A master?' Zhang Feng was very curious and felt that his footwork was completely unorthodox, relying entirely on a strange force to glide.

Based on this situation, Zhang Feng concluded that the cultivation technique he was practicing was likely related to spiritual roots.

However, it's impossible to catch up.

When Zhang Feng looked up from the mountain, he had already run to the mountainside, 300 meters away, and then stood still.

now.

For every step Zhang Feng took, he would take a step back.

Zhang Feng didn't move, and neither did he.

"Taoist Master."

Zhang Feng felt that he couldn't catch up with him with his current strength, and also sensed that he was holding back in terms of speed, so he simply stopped chasing and instead clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"My name is Zhang Feng. I had no ill intentions in chasing after you, Daoist. I just saw how amazing your skills were, so I just followed you on a whim."

"Hahaha!" The Taoist priest laughed again and said, "Is that so? I am also amazed that you, fellow Taoist, are so old yet possess such skill."

Such talent must be the reincarnation of a celestial being!

He couldn't hide his admiration, "It is only because I have seen such a celestial being that I could not suppress my excitement and called out to you, fellow Daoist."

"You flatter me, Daoist Master." Zhang Feng was pleased to hear that someone was praising him, especially such a master.

But this thought quickly faded away.

At the same time, Zhang Feng was trying to move forward, wanting to communicate with him face to face.

The Taoist priest retreated, laughing as he said, "My fellow Taoist's leg skills are already unparalleled. With just brute force and technique, he can perform the secret technique of shrinking the earth to an inch."

Calling him a terrestrial immortal wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Fellow Daoist, your skills are so divine, if only you were close to my level.

"I'm not confident I can escape from your clutches, so it's best to stay far away, far away."

"Then let's go further away." Seeing that they couldn't communicate face-to-face, Zhang Feng also stood still.

"What kind of kung fu do you practice, fellow Daoist?" the Daoist priest asked with great interest after seeing that Zhang Feng showed no intention of advancing further.
"To be able to catch up with the spiritual energy technique I created with ordinary strength is truly a divine talent and a skill of a celestial being."

"Would you be interested in exchanging your studies?"

He spoke with great anticipation, but also knew that under normal circumstances, no one would exchange their secret techniques.

"it is good."

But Zhang Feng, despite his suspicious gaze, nodded directly and said:

"There's no pen or paper here, so I can't write down the secrets. I'll just tell you."

As he spoke, Zhang Feng began to explain the Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada, intending to start with two key points to show his sincerity.

"Resonance meridians? There's actually such a way to practice?" As the Taoist priest listened, he realized that Zhang Feng hadn't lied to him.

"Wait a minute!"

So he first stopped Zhang Feng from continuing, and then took out four small notebooks from his pocket.

Finally, he went even further, taking out a bottle of ink and two fountain pens, and placing them on the ground.
"Fellow Daoist, please take the books first. Three of them are what I have studied. I also have a pen and paper here, so that you can write down what you have learned."

"Okay." Zhang Feng walked forward, then stepped back.

When we arrived at the location of the secret manual...

Zhang Feng picked it up and opened it. He first glanced at the manual and found that it contained a novel training method for 'spiritual thought'.

And this Taoist priest put forward a very strange idea.

Roughly.

A person can only have one thought, but after cultivating spiritual energy, one can have one, two, or even more.

This extra thought is called 'spiritual thought'.

Furthermore, with each additional spiritual thought, the spiritual energy will increase by one level, and memory will also improve somewhat.

When you master the skill, you'll have a photographic memory and your thinking will become much sharper.

At the same time, spiritual energy can also be added to the body, not only strengthening the physical body but also influencing some changes in the surrounding environment.

The book contains a long passage about this.

Zhang Feng roughly finished scanning, and it was approximately...
When one's spiritual energy and spiritual thoughts are strong enough, one can try to reorganize oneself, strengthen all one's cells, and achieve a qualitative leap in life.

Or, when one's spiritual energy and spiritual power are stronger, one can even influence everything around them, and even turn a deer into a horse.
Or perhaps they ride the wind and rise with the clouds.

When Zhang Feng saw this, his first thought was visualization.

His concept of spiritual thought is similar to visualization.

But compared to visualization, his spiritual awareness was infinitely powerful.

Because visualization, in essence, is a form of spiritual practice.

His method is ever-changing, but it must also be combined with spiritual energy.

But this is good too, at least I already have a foundation in visualization, so I can get started quickly and generate spiritual energy.

Once spiritual energy emerges, it will result in a significant improvement in three aspects: memory, thinking, and physical constitution.

Zhang Feng was down-to-earth and never listened to those empty talk about riding the wind and changing things; he only looked at what he could get the fastest.

Zhang Feng was not wasting time; he was writing furiously about martial arts.

When I finished writing.

Zhang Feng stepped back another hundred paces to wait for him to retrieve the book.

The Taoist priest also walked over with a smile and picked up the book.

But it was precisely while he was bending to the side that he was paying attention to Zhang Feng's movements.

His right hand swung downwards so sharply that a small mouse crawled out of his sleeve and then up his hand to his shoulder.

at the same time.

Zhang Feng didn't care at first, after all, everyone has a pet.

This Taoist priest is strange; it's not unusual for him to keep a rat.

But then I thought about how he was a Taoist priest, a rat, and how spiritual thought could change the structure of life.

Zhang Feng sensed something was amiss, and without testing the waters, he called out from afar, "Great Immortal of Lingshan?"

刷—

After picking up the book, the Taoist priest suddenly took a large step back, then looked at Zhang Feng with surprise.
"Who are you? How do you know my Taoist name 'Lingshan'?"

'Is it really him?' Zhang Feng paused, first looking at the skeptical Ling Shan Da Xian, then at the little mouse on his shoulder, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Because the mouse doesn't seem to have any problems so far.

Ling Shan Da Xian seems to be a good person.

Furthermore, the Great Immortal of Lingshan did lock them up, but he didn't lock them securely.

But we did meet after all.

Zhang Feng could only tentatively ask, "Master Lingshan, if I were to say that the rat on your shoulder might cause some trouble in the future, would you believe me?"

"Hahaha!" The Great Immortal of Lingshan suddenly laughed hysterically again. "Sure enough, you also noticed that my rat is a bit strange."

Indeed, he also practiced my method.

Although it was only a shallow passage, it still revealed some aspects of human nature.

I don't believe you're saying he'll harm people.

Furthermore, with me here, what trouble could he possibly cause?

"Squeak..." The mouse squeaked and curiously looked at Zhang Feng.

"Haha!" Master Lingshan laughed. "He just called you 'Uncle-Master' and mistakenly thought that you and I were fellow disciples discussing knowledge."

'This man is insane.' Zhang Feng knew something was wrong; this man was 'clearly schizophrenic,' but his strength was too high, and there was spiritual energy disturbing him, so he couldn't tell.

After all, he was listening to the rats talk, which clearly meant there was something wrong.

Because the current mice, at present, have not yet evolved.

Zhang Feng could tell that it was just an ordinary mouse.

The Great Immortal of Lingshan ignored Zhang Feng's thoughts and instead stroked the mouse while saying to Zhang Feng:

"Besides, I will find a way to limit him before my life ends, so you don't need to worry about it, fellow Daoist."

"Should we lock it up?" Zhang Feng asked.

"Lock it up?"

The Great Immortal of Lingshan laughed again and retreated.
"You want my apprentice to be your 'prisoner'? I'm not willing, I'm not willing..."

The laughter faded into the distance.

The figure of the Great Immortal of Lingshan gradually disappeared.

He was just hiding his true abilities; in reality, he can cover seventy meters in one step, depending on the wind direction.

Zhang Feng chased him for several miles, and only when he could no longer see him did he look at his secret manual.

'Once I learn your techniques, I will then combine them with my own various martial arts skills.'

Then I'll go straight to your rat hole in Daling Mountain and ambush you.

(End of this chapter)