There's something wrong with me

Chapter 236 It’s not impossible

'My body is in such a state, and now I've encountered someone like this; it's like they're leaving me no way out.'

Zhang Feng was somewhat speechless, but his expression remained fixed on the young man.

This gaze cannot be avoided.

'Is this old codger truly capable, or is he just putting on a brave face?'

The young man may appear to be an ordinary rickshaw puller, but he is actually a notorious thief who has roamed many places.

Since he's doing this, he must have sharp eyes to see who's just putting on a show and who's all bark and no bite.

However, this was not the case for Zhang Feng, this frail old man.

He really couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

Because Zhang Fengtai seemed like a person from the martial arts world, his temperament and words were very natural, not like he was deliberately trying to bluff him.

However, he did not leave, because if he were truly a member of the martial arts world, he would possess some skill.

They would have done it already.

This is the most concrete proof.

"Old man, I'm on my way to town. Could you give me a ride?"

The thief pondered for a moment, then spoke again to test the waters once more.

He has a kind and approachable demeanor, and it's hard to find any fault with him.

Even if the old man is truly a master, he can't exactly slap a smiling face, can he?

If he really knew how to fight, he would have already made a move; he wouldn't have needed to say a second word.

'I've run into a shrewd person; it'll be hard to shake him off.' When Zhang Feng heard him say this, he knew that although the man looked young, he was actually a seasoned veteran.

This has nothing to do with micro-expressions or anything like that; it's all based on the experience of seasoned veterans.

They are well-informed and have extensive experience; they possess a wealth of knowledge gained through their travels.

"Since you are willing to take me along, it would be ungrateful of me to refuse."

Seeing that it was difficult to get rid of the aching legs, Zhang Feng was quite practical and simply forced himself to walk as normally as possible, despite his sore legs.

But after taking two steps...

Zhang Feng couldn't help but cough a few times; his voice was hoarse.

"Old man!" The thief, seeing this, suddenly showed concern and said, "You've been coughing like this, how can you be alright?"

"How about I take a look at you? I believe I know some medical skills."

As he spoke, he was about to get off the carriage, and the thought of killing and robbing the treasure began to cross his mind.

Even the smallest ant is still meat.

Furthermore, this old man looks like someone from the martial arts world; he might possess some kind of treasure.

Thinking this, he quickened his pace to get out of the car, and his expression became even happier.

And that's exactly what he looks like.

Based on behavioral analysis, Zhang Feng thought it over and decided not to hide it anymore. Instead, he coughed a few times openly, then limped forward a couple of steps, pushed aside Zhang Feng's outstretched arm, and sat on the cart behind him.

"To be honest, I am Zhang Feng. I suffered some internal injuries a few days ago and am waiting for a friend here."

As Zhang Feng spoke, he didn't finish his sentence in one breath, but instead mentioned who his friend was.

Because of this person's behavior.

Zhang Feng felt that if he didn't finish speaking, it would only make the man suspicious and prevent him from taking direct action.

All because his eyes had just revealed greed; he must have thought of himself as a江湖人 (jianghu person, someone from the martial arts world) and believed he really possessed a treasure.

So, if there's a treasure, and you're waiting for your friend...

Logically speaking, I shouldn't be some insignificant lone wolf.

Anyway, this kind of thing goes against common sense.

It sounds disjointed, but for a shrewd veteran of the underworld, this reverse reasoning is actually the most logical.

Zhang Feng immediately judged him to be a suspicious and intelligent person.

If not, then start over and try a different strategy.

Or respawn ten minutes earlier, go to a distant spot by the roadside to rest, and avoid encountering him.

But even if this hiding allows you to evade him, there might still be other initial crises.

Zhang Feng still wanted to try to resolve the crisis, and also wanted to see if he could use the art of language to "turn it into his own use".

"The elderly gentleman should sit down properly."

After seeing Zhang Feng push him away, the thief gave Zhang Feng's back a meaningful look.

Zhang Feng sat down, albeit clumsily.

He thought for a few seconds, clenched and unclenched his fists, and finally sat down in front of the carriage. With a "start," he began to drive the carriage.

It seems like they don't care about friends or anything like that at all.

However, the act of driving the carriage, and the fact that he didn't actually lift a finger, also symbolizes that he harbored both curiosity and apprehension.

'This old man is a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world), and he's suffering from internal injuries...'

As he drove the carriage, his eyes were fixed ahead, never looking back, and he showed no sign of wariness.

Could his friend also be a member of the martial arts world? Who exactly is he?

Should we inquire about this? Or should we wait and ask later?

He is very paranoid.

Because a long time ago, he had three things he wanted to do.

They robbed the elderly, women, and children.

Because all three of them seem to be intimidating, but in reality, they are all the easiest to bully.

First of all, under normal circumstances, their physical condition is generally not good, far inferior to that of strong men.

After that, even if they have some kind of background.

They robbed and killed, and then everything was fine.

But it was precisely because he had previously killed an elderly man who had someone backing him up that he began committing crimes as if he were on the run.

Even now, he's disguising himself as a rickshaw driver because he's afraid of being recognized.

Because the person he offended was a Foundation Establishment cultivator from a small sect!

They have a strange technique that allows them to track down the killer's aura.

Even if this sect called Qingling Sect is not famous, and its leader is only at the Golden Core stage, he is still a cultivator!
Killing him is like an adult crushing a tiny ant.

Faced with such an enemy, he would definitely have to hide carefully and be wary of prey, especially prey like Zhang Feng who seemed to have a powerful background and was not afraid of anything.

He was even more cautious.

To avoid offending any important figures and being surrounded and attacked from both sides.

at the same time.

Zhang Feng held onto the railing beside the cart without saying a word.

Because the more you say, the more wrong you become.

After all, no matter how well you hide it or how well you pretend, your body just won't cooperate.

This is the root cause; currently, it's impossible to break this deadlock using physical limitations.

Now we can only hope that this 'fallen rickshaw driver' is paranoid enough.

And then there's this little bit of 'face-to-face intellectual battle' about human nature.

This was Zhang Feng's first time.

The previous Golden Core world did not include the statues of gods hidden inside.

That means that although I am still young, I actually have the ability to 'play tricks'.

This requires a combination of coaxing and deception, relying entirely on eloquence and feigning profundity.

Zhang Feng felt that this adventure world was truly improving him in every way.

"Old man."

At this moment, Zhang Feng remained silent.

The thief, however, turned his head and asked, trying to make conversation:
Are you hungry? I have some flatbread here.

As he said this, he took out a few dry biscuits from a bag next to the horse's back.

"I can't eat hard food." Zhang Feng took a vegetable pancake out of his cloth bag.

It's actually just shredded wild vegetables mixed with some flour to make soft little steamed buns.

The taste was indescribable, because it had been packed away in a bundle for a long time.

But it can be eaten along with boiled water from the animal skin water bag.

Here, I must say that the ancient times were quite good.

At least Zhang Feng knew from his memory that there were plenty of flowers, plants and trees in this world, unlike in ancient times when trees were scarce, which meant that 'firewood' was also scarce.

In ancient times, wood was a heavyweight resource and was very valuable.

During a war, the pressure that this piece of wood puts on the baggage train can sometimes be greater than that on the grain.

This also makes 'plain boiled water' very precious.

The word 'salary', also known as 'firewood and water,' originally referred to chopping wood and drawing water, which means cooking.

In some dynasties, wages were paid in the form of wood and charcoal.

This is sometimes more valuable than gold and silver, because sometimes money can't buy wood.

Zhang Feng was also well aware of these matters, and based on this information, he concluded that the world was currently at peace.

At least for the next twenty years, there will be no war with the other dynasties over matters related to supplies.

To the best of my knowledge, there are six kingdoms within a radius of 100,000 li.

I myself am in Lingchao, which is a little further south.

This area has many mountains and trees, and the emperor hoped that every day, like today, would be filled with such abundant resources, hence the name.

In Zhang Feng's opinion, the name didn't have a profound meaning, but it was quite fitting.

And based on some geographical locations.

Zhang Feng knew that this place did not belong to any place on Earth, so there should be no mountain range here.

The story of Ling Shan Da Xian and his guest seems to have ended along that line of fate.

To be honest, Zhang Feng still missed them quite a bit, but he had already finished learning everything they had learned.

When I'm finally relaxed and have finished all my work, I can go back to the world of the past and look for them.

There are two worlds, and in both, their true forms still exist.

Perhaps it's because 'myself' is getting old, and coupled with the memories of this body, there's a desire to find old friends.

Zhang Feng also harbored feelings of missing his friends.

This kind of subconscious emotional spread is what is commonly referred to as being moved by a scene or sight.

Zhang Feng is now able to quickly identify the root causes of his emotional fluctuations.

With the perfection of the transformed spirit.

Zhang Feng's various emotions are being completed, and he is about to reach the 'full emotion' in omniscience and omnipotence.

This also means that even if I have any inner demons in the future, I can quickly find the 'point of the onset' and then treat the symptoms accordingly.

This is the system that Zhang Feng has developed, and it no longer has any 'internal' flaws.

Emotions that are ethereal and intangible can also be like the spiritual structure of the past, no longer having any vital points.

……

Zhang Feng sat leisurely in the carriage. Throughout the journey, he observed that the notorious thief said nothing and made no attempt to probe further.

On the contrary, the thief hummed a folk song that belonged to this world, and then obediently drove the carriage.

Then the town gate came into view.

The bandit then turned to Zhang Feng with a smile and said, "Old man, we've arrived at the town."

"Thank you." After arriving here, Zhang Feng knew that he was basically safe at the moment.

Unless it's a master thief who wants to make a move in front of a dozen soldiers outside the door.

But it's not impossible, because the soldiers patrolling the city gates only have a physical strength of around 30 to 40.

If the master thief were to make a move, they would be powerless to stop him, and they themselves would be in grave danger.

In this advanced adventure world, the imbalance of power is on full display.

Officials and these江湖人士 (jianghu figures) can no longer be equated.

The reason they haven't taken action is simply because the thieves are wary and don't want to cause trouble, not because they dare not.

As a member of the martial arts world, Zhang Feng knew what was going on there, so he didn't show any joy at the moment that he was finally saved.

To prevent the master thief from realizing that he truly had no background and then suddenly committing murder and robbery.

at the same time.

Zhang Feng's thinking was not wrong.

This master thief was really paying close attention to Zhang Feng's appearance, just to see if Zhang Feng was bluffing him.

Faced with this ridiculous "battle of wits," Zhang Feng, though feeling helpless, could only feign fear of the master thief.

'When have I ever been subjected to such an intellectual battle?' Zhang Feng felt a slight itch in his head, but it didn't mean he was growing a brain.

Rather, it was because he himself had Alzheimer's disease, coupled with various arrangements along the way, as well as calculations of his knowledge and martial arts progress.

This has caused the brain to reach the threshold of needing to sleep.

Overall, I felt drowsy and had an indescribable itch.

"What brings you here?" Zhang Feng knew he couldn't buy the medicine on his own today, so he resorted to a second plan: to hire a notorious bandit.

"I'm going to buy some medicinal herbs to treat my injuries."

As Zhang Feng stepped down from the carriage, he spoke crisply, revealing the air of a high-ranking official: "I will list the medicinal properties of some of the drugs on paper."

Go and buy it for me.

When my friend arrives, I will have him pay for the medicine.

"Will you buy medicine?" The thief was shocked to hear that the old man not only wanted him to help him travel, but now also wanted to treat him like a servant and order him around.
To be honest, the thief was extremely annoyed and even wanted to kill the old man with one blow.

But it was precisely Zhang Feng's high-ranking official demeanor, and his ever-changing temperament that made him seem to want to transform himself three times along the way, that made him stand out.

He was actually a little unsure.

Because no matter where they are, in terms of performance, they are second-rate actors, but first-rate scholars.

In particular, the thief had also met some people from the court and knew about Zhang Feng's performance and his natural movements. If he weren't from the court, it would be difficult to capture even a fraction of the essence of the performance.

This forced him to think things through again and again.

"I'll buy you medicine..." His voice trailed off, "It's not that I can't, but who is your friend?"

He spoke, but there was a scrutinizing gaze watching every change in Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng, however, revealed his true intentions. When asked, he took out a yellowed letter from his bundle. It was a letter from fifty years ago, but the light ink handwriting was incredibly clear, as if it had just been written.

It forms a strong contrast with the yellowed paper.

Upon closer inspection, the ink marks appear to be quite old.

'Covered in spiritual energy? Is it a cultivator's talisman?' The thief was quite something; upon seeing this strange letter, he knew that Zhang Feng's background was indeed extraordinary.

Regardless of whether he was a member of the imperial court or not, the fact that this was a letter from a cultivator proves that Zhang Feng definitely knew people who cultivated!
However, in this world, although there are not as many cultivators as in the Golden Core world, there are not even many cultivators in the imperial court.

However, the overall quality of the cultivators is very high, as they are the best of the best.

In the vast Ling Dynasty, there were only twelve cultivation sects whose whereabouts were unknown.

Their method of accepting disciples is not to open the mountain gates for recruitment, but rather for disciples to go down the mountain to travel and then bring back people who are willing to cultivate or who have the potential to succeed.

This is also true for most other cultivation sects within the dynasty.

He was completely like a hermit, devoted to spiritual practice in the deep mountains.

There aren't many cultivators involved in the secular affairs of the imperial court.

Similarly, when the great thief saw that Zhang Feng actually knew people who cultivated, and saw that the first line of the book inside was about the 'Xuanyun Sect,' which was ranked third in the current dynasty, he was also surprised.

The thief's expression immediately improved, and he even adopted a fawning demeanor.

It should be noted that the sect that chased him like a dead dog was the worst in the entire dynasty.

The Xuan Yun Sect has a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge.

That's a 'real person' capable of moving mountains and overturning seas!

But besides that, he also cared a lot about the friends in Zhang Feng's letters.

Since you joined the Xuanyun Sect fifty years ago, you must have at least reached the Foundation Establishment stage, right?
But why haven't we been in touch for so long? And why was there only one letter?
The thief is now finding this matter rather strange.

I just can't understand it.

"Go buy medicinal herbs."

Zhang Feng took the letter from his hand, and he himself knew it was strange.

But there was no better way to deal with it.

As I said before, if you're not strong enough, the more you say, the more mistakes you'll make, especially if the other party is also a smart person.

Zhang Feng never treated anyone as a fool, but he did treat smart people as people who liked to overthink. So, before his abilities were up to par, he couldn't say everything he wanted and let him think and guess.

While this rule doesn't apply to all smart people, it definitely applies to him.

Zhang Feng had been in the car the whole way, and based on all his actions, one could predict his predictions.

This falls under the category of formulas based on personal cause and effect.

Zhang Feng is now using a 'dimensional reduction attack', completely controlling this person using formulas within the rules.

It can be considered a trial application of knowledge.

However, there are also many loopholes, because people are variables.

Perhaps at some point, you will achieve 'enlightenment'.

Enlightenment is about breaking free from existing ways of thinking and getting rid of the cause-and-effect formulas you've set for yourself.

……

We arrived in town.

Perhaps it was Zhang Feng's formula that worked.

The thief didn't say much, but instead paid for a small courtyard for Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng, no longer enduring his exhaustion, lay down and fell asleep, trying his best to restore his energy.

Even while sleeping, Zhang Feng was prepared to be resurrected at any moment.

just.

After glancing at Zhang Feng, who had fallen asleep immediately, the thief called out to him a few times.

But Zhang Feng didn't react.

He then pretended to cover himself with a blanket and touched Zhang Feng's thin arm.

At last.

After looking at Zhang Feng, who was clearly an ordinary old man, and an old man whose life force was about to dissipate, he always had a question in his mind, and always felt that there was something wrong with Zhang Feng.

At this moment, he still doesn't know that Zhang Feng is just a bully using someone else's power.

If he knew all this, and realized he had been tricked, he would probably grind Zhang Feng to dust and still not be satisfied with that.

But seeing that Zhang Feng was about to die, he had even more questions.

'He was about to die, and especially since people tend to speak kindly when they are about to die.'

Does he really possess something valuable? Or is he really waiting for someone?

But there was nothing of value in his bundle…

The thief thought about it more and more, but still couldn't understand, so he shook his head.
'Fine, he's going to die soon anyway. I'll find a chance to ask him before he dies...'

The letter from Xuan Yun Sect, and his friend, shouldn't be something he made up...

This... I can't understand it, I just can't figure it out. What secret is this old man hiding?

The thief thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

then.

In the end, he still chose to respect Zhang Feng and went to buy medicine without stopping.

That evening, he bought all the medicine Zhang Feng needed, and then watched as Zhang Feng, who had just woken up, brewed the medicine in the kitchen.

He couldn't understand these medicines.

Zhang Feng didn't try to hide anything; he cooked it right in front of him.

Because they are just some common prescriptions for dispelling internal energy.

Zhang Feng needs to recuperate now.

For a while.

The first half of the night passed uneventfully as Zhang Feng brewed medicine and coughed.

The thief watched for a while and then went back to sleep, right next to Zhang Feng's house.

Wait for him to leave.

Zhang Feng took small sips of the medicine, rested for a while, and then continued to work up the medicinal effects.

As the medicinal power is transformed into energy, it attempts to circulate throughout the body under slight resonance, and with the help of biotechnology modifications, it nourishes and repairs the weakened body.

The remaining medicinal power then entwines around the five internal organs, using the 'Golden Elixir of Life' cultivation method of internal energy and the middle dantian, and according to the five elements corresponding to the five internal organs, it tries to gather a little bit of spiritual energy.

Under the influence of spiritual energy, essence, energy, and spirit are connected, which can gradually clear the mind.

But most importantly, after drinking two large bowls of herbal soup...

Three hours passed.

The moon rises above the middle of the treetops.

Zhang Feng noticed that his physical condition was slowly improving.

The remaining six days had turned into nine.

at the same time.

The thief appeared to be asleep, but his eyes were actually fixed on this direction the whole time.

However, he didn't see any change in Zhang Feng; at most, he would just drink his medicine and gaze at the sky in the courtyard.

He looked like an ordinary, dying old man hoping to prolong his life by drinking some highly nourishing herbal soup.

This seems truly laughable to the master thief.

If these common medicines could prolong life, then everyone in the world would live a long life.

'Your lifespan is over. Heaven wants to take you, and no one can stop it.' The more the thief thought about it, the more ridiculous Zhang Feng seemed.

In reality, it only took three hours.

While the thief couldn't understand what was going on, he thought Zhang Feng was at most delusional about taking medicine to prolong his life.

Zhang Feng has already managed to reverse the Five Elements theory of destiny, achieving a life-extending effect akin to being brought back from the dead.

This kind of subversion of normal human ethics of life is precisely going against the will of Heaven.

(End of this chapter)