There's something wrong with me

'Find rats at the border?'

Zhang Feng felt strange, but he also asked the question he cared about the most,

"Why did you leave back then?"

Zhang Feng didn't hide anything and asked directly: "I heard from my people that you left on the same day the rat's nest was destroyed."

"Oh, you're talking about that."

Boss Long smiled and said: "A few years ago, we were in Daling Mountain when we heard the news of the army hunting down rats.

At that time, when I heard about this, I even called back and told my restaurant to disband.

Because the honored guest said that running a small restaurant was a small favor to himself, and catching the escaped rats was a great righteousness, so he insisted on taking me away."

'So that's how it was...'

Zhang Feng understood the cause and effect.

A few years ago, the army went to catch rats, making such a big commotion, and later rescued dozens of people from the caves, first arranging them in nearby villages and towns.

Basically, once this was said, it spread, and as long as you wanted to inquire, you could get the news locally that day.

It seems that the honored guest and the others were there at that time.

Then, they ran away.

In the years since, they've been in the deep mountains, and even formed a 'Rat Extermination Team'.

But then, Zhang Feng thought of something and asked again: "How did you happen to be in Daling Mountain?"

It's not that Zhang Feng didn't trust them, it was just his criminal police instinct, curiosity.

"Of course, the same as the army!" Boss Long said this time with pride, as if he was waiting for Zhang Feng to ask this question, "The reason why the honored guest has been in the mountains for decades is actually to find rats.

During that time, we also found our way to Daling Mountain and were about to find the rat's nest, but the army beat us to it."

"So that's how it is..." Zhang Feng looked at him, "You already knew that Daling Mountain was a rat's nest?

Then why didn't you tell the local authorities? Did the honored guest just take you there alone?"

"I actually wanted to tell the army." Boss Long suddenly became speechless again, "I also told the honored guest several times to cooperate with the local authorities.

But he just wouldn't listen and even smashed my phone.

It made me have to use public phones on the roadside to contact the restaurant afterwards."

Speaking of this, Boss Long sighed again: "He's just stubborn and does things his own way, what can I do?"

"Indeed." Zhang Feng recalled the honored guest's personality and felt that Boss Long's description was very accurate.

Then, Zhang Feng suddenly had a guess, could it be that the reason why the rats were chasing and killing the martial arts masters was because the honored guest was hunting them?

If that's the case, then everything connects.

It turns out that the honored guest was diligently attracting hatred in the early stages.

But it also made a bunch of martial arts people suffer.

Thinking in his heart, Zhang Feng carefully sized up Boss Long,

"What are your plans now? Are you still searching for rats all over the mountains and fields?"

Because Zhang Feng had learned internal energy, he could also see that Boss Long had some internal energy skills, and his body was still good.

Roughly speaking, he had a constitution of over 20.

"He's searching." Boss Long shook his head, "I have to do business and work, take care of the child he picked up last year.

This child is only one year old, he can't follow us around every day."

'A child? Picked up? Could it be a businessman?' Zhang Feng suddenly looked at the baby in the house, not expecting that a businessman would also appear.

Just like the chef Zhang Shijie, did the Wang Snake Society meet the people at the border?

Do they all have 'connections'?

After all, Boss Long is a businessman, and now he's also carrying this baby, then the one he teaches will definitely be a 'businessman', that's almost certain.

It's just that this baby is too young now, you can't really see the appearance of a businessman.

Of course, it may not be, but a coincidence.

At the same time, Zhang Feng also guessed, could Boss Long be the honored guest's close friend?

However, he's obviously doing business, it doesn't feel quite like it.

Because in the criminal police world, the honored guest and his close friend met because of martial arts.

'Martial arts? Another close friend, could it be me?'

Zhang Feng pondered to himself, it seemed to feel... quite reasonable?

Because in different time and space, people and things are not necessarily the same.

Maybe during the Republic of China period in the criminal police world, there really was a 'myself' from decades ago.

Or maybe, it really is Boss Long?

But in this world, Boss Long didn't learn martial arts, but changed to doing business?

Zhang Feng felt it should be like this.

"Then shall we set off?" Boss Long returned to the house, wrapped the baby in a small cloth bag, and tied it to his chest, "To find the honored guest?"

Boss Long said that the honored guest does things his own way.

Now he's also a decisive person.

He picked up the baby and left, completely disregarding the baby's feelings.

"Okay." Zhang Feng saw that an old man in his late sixties was so decisive, so he didn't think much and decided to leave first.

...

This mountain is in a small forest about twenty miles away.

Zhang Feng followed Boss Long left and right, and based on his exertion, he felt that his physique was about the same as his 'visual estimate'.

Of course, he's older now, so his physique will definitely decline.

But in the end, it's internal energy, it's internal cultivation.

Even if he were younger, he would be around twenty-four or five.

Not much of a decline.

'I still didn't expect it.' Zhang Feng shook his head in his heart while observing him, 'If I had known that it would be more than twenty years since we parted.

Then from the beginning, when the honored guest didn't want the secret manual, I should have given it to Boss Long, so that they could get the visceral resonance earlier.

In this way, as long as Boss Long could comprehend visualization, and then use internal energy to cooperate with visceral resonance.

Then his physique should be around 35 now.

He would also be considered a small expert, adding some color to this world.'

Thinking in his heart.

Zhang Feng followed him to a bamboo forest house.

A dilapidated house, a dilapidated courtyard.

In the courtyard, on a broken bamboo stool, there was an old man sharpening a knife.

Zhang Feng recognized him at a glance, it was the honored guest.

But even now, he's thirty years younger than in the criminal police world.

'In the criminal police world, he seemed to comprehend visceral visualization at the age of eighty-nine.'

Thinking, Zhang Feng walked into the courtyard.

"Honored guest!" Boss Long also shouted to the honored guest.

"Wait a moment." The honored guest was concentrating on sharpening the knife, and he also had a leather whip hanging from his waist.

Zhang Feng glanced slightly, it was made from the tail of a rat.

Also, under the eaves, there were also several crossbows.

They should be using this kind of long-range weapon to shoot and kill rats.

Because Zhang Feng deduced from the honored guest's knife-sharpening strength that his physique was only around 31, which was ten points weaker than some powerful rats.

But if it were ordinary small rats, or even adult rats around 35, the honored guest wouldn't be able to cut them.

Zhang Feng judged from his knife-sharpening skills alone that his hand skills had already reached the minor accomplishment level in the middle stage.

Even if the rats also had superb hunting skills, they would still be defeated by skill when facing the honored guest's 'minor accomplishment middle stage'.

Afterwards, Zhang Feng also felt that the honored guest was a bit outrageous, in an ordinary world, a physique of 31?

The honored guest with a normal mentality is indeed bizarre.

And as the honored guest finished sharpening the knife after more than ten seconds and raised his head.

After he saw Zhang Feng, he recognized him at a glance, "Little master, why have you come?"

"Come to see you." Zhang Feng smiled and said: "Also, I owe you a martial art, I've come here specifically to repay it today."

"I thought it was something." The honored guest got up, walked to Boss Long's side, teased the little baby, and then sighed: "Hey, really, originally I said goodbye that year, and we wouldn't see each other again, how dashing would that be?

Now that I'm old, and you're the number one master in the world.

This scene makes me look a bit down and out."

Speaking of being down and out, the honored guest was very natural, completely looking like a dashing hero of the martial world.

Zhang Feng saw this normal honored guest and felt that this was the old Taoist he had imagined.

Unrestrained and not bound by fame and fortune.

Although he's a bit stubborn, he's also envied by many people.

"Enough nonsense." Zhang Feng took out the visceral resonance he had written in the car from his pocket.

Then he unbuttoned his coat and took out some simplified and conventional martial arts practice methods from the large pocket modified inside the clothes.

"To be honest, I don't know what to talk about."

Zhang Feng put the few secret manuals on the lid of the water tank next to him, "This time I'm here to see you and give you a few secret manuals.

After that... a long way to go in the martial world?"

Zhang Feng looked at the two of them, and the little baby who was staring blankly at him.

The honored guest smiled and clasped his fists: "Goodbye?"

"Haha!" Zhang Feng laughed loudly and turned around, taking nearly forty meters in one step, moving and shifting in the forest, his voice coming from afar,

"Honored guest, Boss Long, and that little baby, goodbye!"

The voice gradually disappeared.

The honored guest watched for a while, then turned his head to look at Boss Long, who was full of shock, "I told you, he's the number one master in the world.

Look at this movement technique, the shrinking of the earth into inches often said in martial arts novels is nothing more than this.

And to outsiders, you say he's a god, and some people would believe it."

"Amazing..." Boss Long was full of amazement, "Can a person practice to this point?"

"What can't? Why can't?" The honored guest shook his head, then nodded again, "Don't even mention it, this really can't.

At least I can't.

His roots, I'm afraid he's really the reincarnation of the martial arts star in the sky."

As the honored guest said, he picked up the visceral secret manual on the lid and flipped through a few pages, only then did he reveal a surprised expression,

"Such exquisite visceral cultivation? How did he comprehend it?

How can there be such a genius in the world?"

The honored guest was very surprised, it was a surprise at the new martial arts,

"I read all the Taoist and Buddhist books when I was ten years old, and when I was in my forties, I comprehended the practice of internal energy.

And according to the practice of internal energy, I am now over seventy years old, and I only have thoughts about the resonance of the lungs, feeling that it can complement internal energy.

But Zhang Feng looks to be only in his forties this year, how did he comprehend the entire set of viscera?"

...

Ten miles away.

Huff—

Zhang Feng stopped here and felt very happy.

Firstly, everything that should be repaid has been repaid, and he has also supplemented some of his martial arts.

Secondly, more than twenty years ago, he gave himself a direct jump out of the car with a long way to go in the martial world.

He has also returned it today.

Even more dashing than him.

'The debts of gratitude in this world are almost settled.'

Zhang Feng felt his mood relax again for a moment.

Although this life did not cultivate the mind, the feeling of being separated from the world when he first came to the mountainous area, and the emptiness of this gratitude.

Half of his inner demons are gone.

Now it's only about 30% at most.

It's not intentional to cultivate the mind, but it has also achieved a very good effect of cultivating the mind.

It can be regarded as unintentionally planting willows and creating shade.

Thinking of this.

Zhang Feng felt that sometimes life is like this, if you deliberately do it, maybe the heavens won't be beautiful.

In Wang Snake's words, 'Life is like smuggling, fickle, just run around, maybe you can still drop a few cents.'

If you want to go the legitimate route and start your own line, you'll either be shot dead by Luo Huo or caught by the cops.'

Zhang Feng sometimes thinks that, although Wang She isn't a great person, he makes a lot of sense.

'Since I'm already at the border...'

Zhang Feng looked into the distance, 'I'll look for Wang She. I'll see if he exists in this world. If he does, and he's dealing drugs, I'll just kill him.'

...

The following two months.

Zhang Feng took a long vacation from the station, using up all the accumulated time off he hadn't used in over twenty years.

Of course, the days spent in Lingshan catching rats counted as official business and weren't included in the time off.

Just the following two months.

Zhang Feng toured the border area and also wiped out a few gangs, but he didn't find anyone from the Luo Huo Group.

It seems that these people may not exist in different timelines.

To be sure, Zhang Feng also went deep into several drug-trafficking villages and hid there for a while.

Finally, he concluded that they really weren't there.

And on the fifty-fifth day of his vacation.

At night, in a hotel in He City.

Zhang Feng suddenly received a call from an unknown number.

As soon as he answered and heard 'Hello,' Zhang Feng knew the caller was a Guest.

"How did you get my number?" Zhang Feng asked. "I don't remember giving you my number, do I?"

"You didn't leave it," the Guest replied. "A few tens of minutes ago, I ran into a policeman in town who was secretly observing Boss Long.

I didn't know at the time, so I captured him.

After learning his identity, I said I was a Guest, that I knew Zhang Feng, that I had caught rats, and that I wanted Zhang Feng's number to ask him some questions.

Just now, someone surnamed Fang called me and gave me your number."

"Oh, I see." Zhang Feng heard his phone vibrate, moved it slightly away, and saw that it was Lao Fang calling.

Then, he hung up.

Zhang Feng then asked the Guest, "What do you want from me? Is there something you don't understand about martial arts?"

"I understand everything. Your annotations are very detailed," the Guest replied. "I'm calling you today to talk about something. Do you know about the Lingshan Immortal?"

"The painting in the cave?" Zhang Feng remembered. "What about it? You know about it too?"

As Zhang Feng spoke, he suddenly asked, "Did you come up with the name Lingshan Immortal yourself, or have you heard any stories about it?"

"The Fang guy said it," the Guest didn't hide anything. "When he called me, I asked about some rat holes.

Because I had also been to that cave before, and I saw that painting and was curious about it.

Just now, when I asked Fang about it, he said that you called that painting the 'Lingshan Immortal.'"

The Guest said to here, also wondered: "Actually, I still want to ask you, why do you call him Lingshan Immortal?

I can understand Lingshan, but what does Immortal mean? Does he really have any strange abilities?

Or, as you just said, have you heard any stories about him?"

"Folk tales." Zhang Feng didn't hide anything either, and told the ghost story, but didn't mention his experience in the underground cave.

"Immortal? Raising rats?" The Guest was suspicious for a few breaths, feeling that Zhang Feng was trying to fool him. "Do you believe in this stuff?"

"To be honest, I don't know." Zhang Feng shook his head. "Maybe it's true."

"If it's true, this person deserves to die," the Guest snorted angrily. "He couldn't keep the things he raised locked up, harming so many people. He should be killed even more."

"Even if he died, he died more than two hundred years ago." Zhang Feng told him some things. "The rat corpse that carved his portrait has been tested.

It was about eighty-five years old and died more than two hundred years ago.

No matter how you calculate it, it was more than two hundred years ago.

You won't be able to find him anyway."

As Zhang Feng spoke, seeing that the Guest had no news and was instead inquiring about him, he said straightforwardly, "Alright, I'm going to sleep. I'm not chatting anymore."

Hanging up the phone.

Zhang Feng rested his hands behind his head and looked at the ceiling. Although he couldn't find the Guest in this world, he might in another.

To be honest, Zhang Feng was still a little curious about the Lingshan Immortal, but not very curious.

Because Zhang Feng's mind was very clear, knowing that his main goal was to experience life and study hard.

Everything else was scenery along the way, a glance, and then pass by.

Like the Guest, exchange a few words and see if he has any new inventions.

And like Wang She and Luo Huo, if they're good, he'll chat with them for a few words. If they're bad, he'll shoot them dead.

'Don't care about other people, and don't care about other things.'

Zhang Feng looked at his hands, with a faint aura swirling around his palms. 'Now, the thing that truly exists and benefits me is that I obtained the practice of internal energy in this world.

For the remaining few years, I'll travel by train while focusing on cultivation.

I'll strive to understand internal energy even more thoroughly.

This way, I can lay a better foundation for reality.

It's just that this internal energy suddenly arriving has also disrupted my steps.

Originally, I wanted to spend thirty years researching the combination of transforming energy and blood energy.

Now, it's become dedicated to cultivating internal energy.

But this internal energy is indeed powerful.'

Zhang Feng pondered, looking at his physique.

His current physique is [137]

Internal energy accounts for 61 points.

And it hasn't been fully opened yet. A large portion of the blood vessels in the body have not been opened.

Zhang Feng felt that when all of them were opened, it would usher in a larger-scale 'continuous growth.'

Because at that time, a complete cycle of the small universe will be formed.

If it is combined with blood energy and transforming energy, it will be the great universe of 'Three Points Returning to Yuan Qi'!

Zhang Feng felt excited when he thought of his Three Points Returning to Yuan Qi, then opened his phone, ready to watch 'Wind and Cloud: Dominate the World!' again.

This world also has Wind and Cloud.

Including the medicinal materials are the same, so he was able to quickly create a transforming energy medicinal formula.

...

Vacation is over.

Zhang Feng returned to the province, but didn't forget to treat Lao Fang to a drink.

Returned that day.

Hearing that he was okay and had reported it, Zhang Feng came with him to a small restaurant.

I didn't want a private room either.

The two of them sat in the hall, ordered some barbecue skewers, a few bottles of beer, and two bowls of noodles.

While waiting, smelling the aroma floating in the air.

Looking at the few bottles of beer that were instantly placed on the table.

Zhang Feng thought for a while, and looked at Lao Fang, who was also a little greedy, "Don't wait any longer, order two cold dishes first."

"Okay, I'll order." The somewhat chubby Lao Fang got up quickly, preparing to have a good meal and drink tonight.

Zhang Feng leaned back in his chair, looked at his figure, and saw him take two steps and pull up his pants.

This is really can do.

'How good was his skill before.' Zhang Feng shook his head in his heart. 'Now I feel that the previous him could beat two of the current him.'

Zhang Feng pondered, and also saw Lao Fang quickly bringing over two plates of meat dishes.

Put away the dishes.

"Come."

Zhang Feng clinked glasses with him, "Thank you, the person has been found. You have helped me solve two knots in my heart. Tell me, Lao Fang, what can I help you with?"

"Don't talk about this." Lao Fang said with a smile: "If it wasn't for Captain Zhang, I wouldn't have made so many rat achievements, let alone sit in this position.

You are being too polite now. You make this little errand runner embarrassed."

"Don't give me official jargon." Zhang Feng drank the wine, and said seriously: "I'll get you a formula for nourishing the five internal organs later. It won't prolong your life, but it can keep your body healthy."

Zhang Feng said, seeing that he still wanted to say something about this, he immediately raised his hand slightly to stop him from saying more,

"Okay, don't refuse, and don't talk about it anymore. The barbecue skewers are here, eat and drink."

...

Time flies.

Six years later.

2024, autumn.

"Hello everyone, this is the General Station of Lin Province. In the bustling station, there is still a dark green train behind us..."

"This car is the best in the world, Captain Zhang's special car! You all know Captain Zhang, right? No need for me to describe it, right?"

At this moment.

Inside the completely modern train station.

Several big anchors are broadcasting live in the distance of the platform, and some TV station personnel are recording programs nearby.

And in the direction their screens are pointing, a dark green train is very conspicuous among the high-speed trains and new-style trains.

'Captain Zhang is a miracle doctor, maybe we will be lucky enough to meet him patrolling the carriages today...' Nowadays, many big bosses and dignitaries with stable temperaments have carefully sorted out their clothes and lined up in front of each car door.

"Pay attention to your personal belongings." The calm-tempered young conductor, now in his forties, has completely taken over the shift from the old conductor.

"Hello." These passengers did not force their way in because of their high status, but boarded the car with great quality after checking their tickets.

Some of them came specifically by name, and some of them were suffering from diseases.

Some people are also taking important information to other places.

In their minds, this car is the safest train in the world.

Because there is a legendary conductor in this car!

He is not only the number one master in the world, but also a miracle doctor who can bring the dead back to life!

And at the front of the car.

The little apprentice, who is already mature, is doing a pre-departure check.

On the small stool, Zhang Feng looked at the car door strangely.

Old Zhao, with white hair, was dragging a small recliner up, "Although I'm retired, I'm idle at home anyway."

Pa da—

As soon as the recliner was put down, it was fortunate that the space in the car was large enough to put it down.

"That's good." Zhang Feng threw him a cigarette, "I'll get a recliner one day too."

Words fall.

Zhang Feng looked at the modern facilities outside the car, and another early autumn,

"Lao Zhao, don't you think these thirty years have passed very quickly?

I remember when I first came to the car, it was autumn."

Zhang Feng said, turning his head to look at him, "Hey, by the way, have you figured out how to use your new phone?"

"I can't figure it out." Lao Zhao shook his head, took out a smart phone from a few years ago, "But I figured out how to use the phone from a few years ago."

"That's good." Zhang Feng smiled and said: "Send a message to the old team leader and the people in the car, let's have a meal together when this train comes back in two days.

Haven't I told you yet? I actually know more than medical skills and martial arts.

My cooking is also top-notch."