There's something wrong with me

Very dizzy, extremely dizzy.

Subconsciously, I made a choice.

When Zhang Feng looked at the roadside wall a hundred meters away from the window, he suddenly felt a violent distortion as if it 'flashed' right in front of him.

The intense fluctuation of vision and the strange sensation made Zhang Feng subconsciously get up from his seat and take half a step back, so as not to have the wall hit his face.

"What's wrong, old man?"

Several passengers around looked over with curiosity when they saw Zhang Feng suddenly get up.

"It's nothing."

Zhang Feng shook his head, and when he looked at the connection point of the carriage in front again, he also had a feeling that it suddenly flashed in front of him.

But this time he was mentally prepared, Zhang Feng stood very steadily, and felt it was quite fun.

Because when he didn't look at it 'carefully', it suddenly appeared at the original connection point again.

Then, when he looked at it 'carefully' again, it magically appeared in front of him again.

'Interesting.'

Zhang Feng felt pretty good, and also felt that his eyes seemed to have been 'replaced', or rather, had evolved in a regular way.

It was like being able to see in the dark.

But that was relatively peaceful, while this was a bit 'scary' at first.

'This regularity should be able to cooperate with the conductor's hat to become a kind of linkage.'

Zhang Feng then missed his hat again.

'A vision correction of 1.5, plus this visual distance, and my own field of vision is already not low.

Then, with multiple additions, I can accurately treat any object within five kilometers as "viewing at close range".'

Zhang Feng leaned back in his chair while thinking.

'Among them, this "close-range viewing" is too powerful.

Like the world's best sniper, who can snipe enemies 3000 meters away.

But if he were to aim at me now, he could only see through the scope.

And when I glance over, I can see the sweat on his face, as well as the force movements of the muzzle and hand.

Theoretically speaking, as long as I can see him the moment he fires, with my speed, I can not only easily avoid the sniper, but also catch him in a short time.

Moreover, after the current enhancement, some subtle dangers in the distance, dangers that are not easy to detect, I can also quickly perceive.'

Zhang Feng thought, feeling that this enhancement was quite outrageous.

… …

Evening.

Back to the long-lost village.

Zhang Feng stood at the cement entrance of the village, looking into the distance, and couldn't quite believe it.

Because many small buildings have been built here, and there are also specially built cement roads.

But when he left, this place was still a miserable place, with bad dirt roads everywhere.

The villagers' houses were also old-fashioned brick and tile houses, or even earthen tile houses with grass roofs.

'The change is really big.'

Zhang Feng was also experiencing such a big change in his living base for the first time.

The feeling of shock and strangeness made people feel that this place was unfamiliar, but also very awkward and emotional.

Zhang Feng had never experienced this feeling, including in the world of the conductor.

That, in the final analysis, was changing with the times, and everything he was familiar with basically kept up with the times.

But this home, this hometown, was left in the middle for more than thirty years.

"Catch me quickly…"

At this time, the sound of children playing came from not far away.

Zhang Feng looked over and saw several children who were five or six years old.

He reached into his pocket.

Zhang Feng walked over and took out a few jelly beans.

"Here."

Zhang Feng looked at the children who were curiously looking at him.

"Answer grandpa a few questions, and these jelly beans will be yours."

The children didn't answer, but instead were wary of Zhang Feng.

This awareness of prevention was very strong, and it was clear that it was instilled by their literate older siblings.

However, after thinking about it, Zhang Feng felt that it should be because his Mandarin was not in line with the local dialect, which made him seem strange.

So, Zhang Feng repeated the question he had just asked in his hometown dialect.

They heard the familiar hometown dialect.

One of the older children curiously asked Zhang Feng: "Where did you come from? Why do you speak our language? We haven't seen you in the village."

'Leaving home young and returning old?' Zhang Feng suddenly thought of a poem when he heard them say this.

Now, he was also a vivid image, leaving as a middle-aged and young man, and now decades have passed, with gray hair.

Beep beep—

At the same time, a mid-range car came out of the village, driven by two young people.

Zhang Feng didn't know where his current home was, didn't know where Pingping was, and seeing that these children were wary of him, he stood slightly in the middle of the road and stopped the car.

He would ask these older people.

Squeal—

The car stopped five meters in front of Zhang Feng.

The young man in his twenties in the driver's seat poked his head out and curiously asked Zhang Feng: "Old man, what are you doing?"

"I've been away for too many years, and I don't know where the old house is," Zhang Feng said with a smile. "I'm asking around, is Village Chief Zhao still around? Is Pingping around?

I know them."

"You know my great-grandfather?" The young man in the passenger seat heard that Zhang Feng knew the village chief and immediately poked his head out as well. "You are?"

"Zhang Feng," Zhang Feng pointed to the east side, "The medicinal land in Haozi Gully is my land."

"Zhang Feng?" He was stunned for a few seconds, and then tentatively asked: "Grandpa Zhang?"

"Uncle Zhang?" At this moment, the back door of the car opened, and it was a man in his fifties.

He was wearing a suit, with quite a bit of the demeanor of a boss.

Most of the medicinal fields in the village now are contracted and purchased by him, and then sold to the villagers.

Zhang Feng glanced at him, feeling quite familiar, and knowing who he was, but forgetting his name.

"Uncle Zhang, it's me!" He was very excited when he saw Zhang Feng.

"I'm Tian Wazi! Tian Wazi!

When you were planting medicinal herbs back then, I went to your medicinal field every day to help you catch medicinal bugs, Uncle, don't you remember me?"

… …

Old Village Chief Zhao is in his eighties this year, and his body is still quite healthy.

Pingping is in her sixties, and her body is also good.

Especially this year, her daughter-in-law is also pregnant with a grandson for her, and she is about to become a grandmother.

Of course, the hospital didn't tell her whether it was a granddaughter or a grandson.

This was what Zhang Feng diagnosed when he had nothing to do today and helped her diagnose her daughter-in-law's pulse.

"Brother Zhang, are you still going out?"

After leaving the pregnant woman's room and coming to the yard.

Pingping and the retired Village Chief Zhao, as well as a group of old villagers, were looking expectantly at this 'God of Planting Medicine' who had helped them get rich.

Zhang Feng looked at them and smiled, "I won't be going out in the next few years, because I've learned a new prescription."

As Zhang Feng said, he looked at Pingping, whose beauty was long gone and only had wrinkles on her face, "Have you persisted in writing down the drug planting reports of the past few decades?"

"I have!" Pingping still looked at Zhang Feng with admiration, "I have kept the things that Brother Zhang told me in my heart, and I have written down all the reports stroke by stroke."

"Yes." Zhang Feng nodded, feeling that the people arranged by the text at the beginning were quite honest.

But after thinking about it carefully.

It seems that there have been no bad people on his cultivation path, because as long as he encounters bad people here, he will find a way to kill them.

If he encounters someone with the wrong temper.

Half a sentence is too much when words are not congenial.

He completely doesn't chat or see them.

Then, there really are no bad people.

… …

In a blink of an eye.

The spring has passed and the summer has come.

The forty-eighth year since coming to this world, summer.

In these years, Zhang Feng has been like an old farmer planting the land, and has not left the village again.

And through the learning of these years, as well as the decades of knowledge compiled by Pingping.

Zhang Feng has thoroughly understood the practice of Dan Jin, and has also fully disassembled the Dan Jin prescription.

He is now almost finished with his research.

Not only that, Zhang Feng has also greatly improved the care and yield of drugs through the various practical experiences of the villagers.

And Zhang Feng also specially found a time to write these down and study them with Pingping, further summarizing his gains.

This nearly fifty years of life has been full of fruits.

It is completely a long world of great development and super foundation building.

Now, prescriptions, medicinal materials, immortal arts, and Dan Jin.

The four major items of knowledge have all been eaten by eighty-eight-ninety-nine percent.

There are still two years left, and he will definitely be able to get everything done, and there is plenty of time.

Precisely because of this.

Zhang Feng decided to take a walk around Daling Mountain.

Because now the medicines related to prescriptions have just been planted, and now waiting is also waiting.

… …

Ten days later, Daling Mountain.

Zhang Feng was carrying a knife and was looking for rat holes all over the mountains and fields.

Whoosh whoosh—

Zhang Feng walked through the complex forest, taking more than a hundred meters in one step, and with his enhanced vision, he could easily avoid the surrounding trees.

When he was tired from searching, he would rest, and when he was done resting, he would search again.

On the morning of the first day, only a small part of Daling Mountain had been searched.

At the foot of a mountain, Zhang Feng saw a man-made tunnel.

Seeing this.

Zhang Feng was bold because of his high skill, and directly went in with a knife.

This tunnel was not as winding as the other worlds, but rather a road leading to a cave.

This cave was the same as the organ caves seen in other worlds.

There were big stones and a platform.

It's just that it was more refined here.

Not only were there pulleys and stone gates, but there were also some Taoist talismans pasted on them.

It's just that Zhang Feng felt that it was too simple at a glance, these talismans were all flowery shelves and had no effect.

'That Ling Shan Immortal is really crazy.'

Zhang Feng came to the stone in one step and casually took off all the talismans.

'Spiritual thoughts are one's own spiritual thoughts. Although they can be temporarily attached to external objects, they cannot be maintained all the time.

At least my current six spiritual thoughts can't do it, and I can't do it now that I have easily taken off his talisman.'

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The talisman was removed.

Zhang Feng looked around and saw that there were no rat holes here yet.

It seems that the rats haven't come out yet, so it's a good opportunity to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

It's just a pity that the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain has probably reached the end of his lifespan, or something happened that caused him to lock up his precious rats.

Thinking to himself.

Zhang Feng didn't waste any time. He stepped onto the platform and moved the mechanism.

With a rumbling sound, the large stone slowly fell, more ingenious and pleasing to the eye than the original mechanism.

But as the large stone fell, a dozen rats the size of earth dogs turned their gazes over.

Zhang Feng's mood wasn't very good anymore.

"Squeak, squeak!"

The moment they saw Zhang Feng, it was as if they hadn't eaten anything for a long time, or as if they had seen fresh meat, and they rushed up in a swarm.

However, behind them, a rat standing on two feet originally wanted to pounce on Zhang Feng together and enjoy this delivered delicacy.

But then it seemed to recognize something and cried out shrilly, wanting its offspring to retreat.

However, it was only a blink of an eye.

Zhang Feng passed through the rat horde like the wind, already arriving in front of it.

The rats along the way were separated from their bodies, blood and corpses scattered on the ground together.

At the same time.

Zhang Feng sized up this strange rat and was about to kill it.

This rat standing on two legs squeaked a few times, revealing human-like begging for mercy, and uttered unfamiliar human words:

"Master… Uncle-Master… Nephew-Master was wrong…"

'Uncle-Master?'

Zhang Feng paused with the hand holding the knife after hearing the words 'Uncle-Master'.

His thoughts went back to the past. It seemed that when he and the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain were about to part, a small rat squeaked at him.

The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain said at the time, 'It calls himself Uncle-Master.'

Could it be it?

Zhang Feng pondered, re-examining it, seeing that it had already mastered some martial arts, and its spiritual sense had also been cultivated, with subtle spiritual power floating around it.

Its talent was not bad, not inferior to this 'human' businessman.

Plus, it could now 'speak human language', and it had indeed 'become a spirit'.

"It can also be considered a genius." Zhang Feng shook his head and said, "If I let you leave, in less than fifty years, you will definitely become a Danjin master, cultivate three spiritual senses, and become a disaster for the world."

Zhang Feng ignored its human-like desperate gaze and looked at the cave next to him.

"This dungeon can't trap you, and I can't keep you."

"Uncle-Master…"

Swish—

The blade flashed, beheading the rat and interrupting all its words.

Zhang Feng's footsteps didn't stop. He entered the rat cave and slaughtered the remaining small rats inside.

After killing them cleanly.

Zhang Feng came out of the cave and came to the city gate. He looked at the exquisite mechanism again.

'Daoist Priest, no matter how exquisite you arrange it, rats will dig holes and be able to break out.

Unless you cover the entire cave with mechanisms.'

Zhang Feng shook his head and looked at the mechanism above again.

'It's just a pity that I only met the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain once in this world.

Now there is a separation between heaven and man.

Forget it, let's go back to the village, sort out what I've learned, and then take a look at my vegetable garden.

Time is tight, but it is also tight. I don't have time to find his grave and visit him.'

… …

Coming out of the cave.

Zhang Feng shook the blood off his knife and prepared to retire successfully, throwing the knife and going home.

However, just as he reached the door.

A familiar figure floated from a distance like riding the wind, holding two small deer in his hand.

Zhang Feng took a look, and it was bad. The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain wasn't dead yet!

But he had killed all the disciples he had raised.

This is a bit hard to say.

"You… Fellow Daoist?!"

At the same time, the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain also saw the old man at the door and vaguely remembered that this old man was Zhang Feng, whom he had met decades ago!

With such heavenly talent, coupled with the fact that the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain also cultivated spiritual sense, that was a very deep impression.

"It's me, Daoist Priest." Zhang Feng didn't know what to say. After all, the rats hadn't harmed anyone yet.

It's just that the matter has already been done, and since the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain has already started to lock them up, then he should also know that these things are not easy to deal with.

So Zhang Feng still wanted to say something.

However, in the next second, the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain didn't stay far away from Zhang Feng this time, but took a few steps riding the wind and floated ten meters away from Zhang Feng.

"This poor Daoist observes that there is spiritual energy emanating from Fellow Daoist's surroundings, deeper than this poor Daoist.

This poor Daoist knew that as long as Fellow Daoist could see this poor Daoist, it would be difficult for this poor Daoist to leave.

Might as well, let you and I chat face to face."

"If it weren't for Daoist Priest, Zhang Feng wouldn't be able to cultivate immortal arts." Zhang Feng replied casually, preparing to talk about the rat cave and get to the point as soon as possible.

The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain put down the deer, and then, with a very complicated mood, took the lead in saying this:

"If this poor Daoist is not mistaken, Fellow Daoist should have killed them all."

"Yes." Zhang Feng didn't deny it, "They already had the intention to harm people. When they saw me, they pounced on me. Presumably, Daoist Priest locked them up because they had the intention to hurt people?"

"That is so…" The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain nodded silently, and then suddenly asked, "How did Fellow Daoist find this place?"

"Great Immortal of Ling Mountain." Zhang Feng used his name as a reason, "I guessed it was in Ling Mountain."

The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain didn't speak.

Zhang Feng saw that his expression was a bit lonely, and this time he took the initiative to ask, "I have heard of Daoist Priest's deeds, and I also saw Daoist Priest locking them up.

Observing Daoist Priest, you are also a righteous person.

And now these rats have become spirits and demons, speaking human language, like human changes.

In ancient times, in the era without firearms, this would be a great demon immortal occupying the mountain as king, with thousands of small demons.

How… is Daoist Priest letting them go?"

"This poor Daoist…" The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain wanted to say something, but in the end he paused and sighed, "I regarded it as a disciple, it passed on my mantle, I can't bear to kill it."

"This…" Zhang Feng didn't know what to say when he heard such straightforward words.

Mantle disciple, this is really almost like one's own child.

Just like that, the two of them stood silently in front of the cave, watching the sunset together, and also looking at a small rabbit running past the trees in front.

Neither of them spoke.

After a long time.

The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain meditated for a while, but it was as if he had untied some knot in his heart, or as if he had remembered something, and suddenly laughed out loud, very abruptly,

"Fellow Daoist, this poor Daoist suddenly realized just now that it turns out that this poor Daoist has cultivated the wrong cultivation.

This poor Daoist's three spiritual senses, two of which are attached to the demon rats, originally wanted to observe the changes in flesh and blood, but entered seven parts of the demon path.

Today, Fellow Daoist's Heart-Slaying Blade secret method, seemingly removing rats, is actually beheading my inner demon, collecting this poor Daoist's spiritual sense and returning it to the right path."

As he spoke, he smiled and looked at Zhang Feng, solemnly cupping his hands,

"Now, this poor Daoist's inner demon has been removed, and I don't need to worry about this Ling Mountain all the time.

Thank you, Fellow Daoist."

'Cultivating the heart? Cultivating the Dharma?' Zhang Feng didn't expect that the rat-slaying incident would become such a 'Heart-Slaying Dharma' when he heard the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain's statement.

The rat is not only the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain's disciple.

It is also his 'inner demon?'

This Heart-Slaying Dharma brought great touch to Zhang Feng.

At this moment, Zhang Feng suddenly felt a strange spiritual power fluctuation, and the spiritual energy in the air was gradually gathering towards the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain.

About half a minute later.

The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain's mind was clear, and he once again thanked Zhang Feng, "Today, this poor Daoist is one hundred and fifty-seven years old. With the help of Fellow Daoist, I have cut off the 'demon body' and opened the fourth spiritual sense."

As he spoke, he curiously sized up Zhang Feng, "But now I still can't see through Fellow Daoist. Can Fellow Daoist tell me, how many senses have you opened?"

"Six." Zhang Feng didn't hide anything, and explained his thoughts, saying:

"My life is like this, cultivating the Dharma, carefree, unburdened.

My mind is scattered, without rules or regulations, without restraint, my mind is divided, and my spiritual sense naturally opens.

Aren't we cultivators seeking a carefree and unrestrained life, following our hearts without overstepping the boundaries?"

"Carefree and unrestrained, following our hearts without overstepping the boundaries?" The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain recited it several times, and once again showed a smile, "On the road of cultivation, the accomplished are first.

This junior is just confused for more than a hundred years, but in terms of the length of the road, I should call you Daoist Priest."

"No need." Zhang Feng shook his head, "I have a master. My current power far exceeds him, but he is still my most respected benefactor, the first guiding light on my martial arts path."

Zhang Feng looked at the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain, "Daoist Priest is also the first guiding light on my Dao path."

"But Dao… Fellow Daoist, you also taught this little Daoist martial arts." The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain cared very much about this title.

"If it can't be explained clearly, then let's treat each other as equals." Zhang Feng was very free and easy, "You and I are both Fellow Daoists, don't get entangled in this anymore."

"Okay!" The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain heard that Zhang Feng didn't want to mention it again, so he didn't mention it.

At the same time, he looked at the beautiful mountains and rivers around him and smiled, inviting:

"This poor Daoist intends to travel the world, first going to the southeast.

Fellow Daoist, will you go together?"

'Travel the world…' Zhang Feng yearned for it a bit, but in the end he shook his head and looked due north, saying, "I'm going back to the due north. There are still some things that need to be sorted out."

Zhang Feng clasped his fists, "Fellow Daoist Ling Mountain, goodbye."

The Great Immortal of Ling Mountain cupped his hands, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, goodbye."

After saying that, the two smiled at each other and separated here, one shrinking the earth to the due north, and the other riding the wind to the southeast.