The next day, when Zhou Yang woke up, the sun was already high up in the sky.
As Sun Wukong had lost his tail, he lacked balance. Early in the morning, he had been practicing his balance in the courtyard. When Zhou Yang woke up, Sun Wukong was already able to move freely, but he was very hungry.
Breakfast was another busy preparation. Again, Zhou Yang brought Sun Wukong to the forest near Luoyang to hunt wild beasts.
For breakfast, there was a two-meter-long striped tiger and four to five mountain giant wolves. Fortunately, there was an oven in Bouma's Hoi-Poi Capsule. Otherwise, breakfast would be enough to keep the kitchen of the Imperial College busy for half a day.
After breakfast, Zhou Yang led Bouma and the other two to set off for the Hussar Barracks. At the same time, a group of servants followed behind them, pulling carts with boxes of instant noodles, bags of sausages, and wine.
One had to admit that the endurance of the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty was impressive. When Zhou Yang walked out of the Imperial College, a group of children followed behind him, pointing at Oolong without any fear.
In particular, when he passed by those red-lit areas, beautiful women dressed in glamorous clothing kept throwing flirtatious glances at Oolong, causing him to cry out in excitement. If it wasn't for Buma's threat, Oolong would have long lost his patience and rushed into the bright and beautiful flowers.
"Greetings, Lord Imperial Tutor." Outside the city gate, Cao Cao, Jia Xu, Guo Jia, Cao Ren, and a large group of people were waiting outside Luoyang.
After yesterday's banquet, these officials and generals had an inexplicable feeling in their eyes. Fear? Worry? Confusion? Relief? Admiration? All kinds of complicated emotions were hard to read.
Zhou Yang waved his hand, and the group of people set off for the Hussar Barracks.
When boxes of instant noodles, ham sausages, and liquor were carried into the Hussar Camp from the handcart, all the soldiers looked at Zhou Yang in a different light.
Everyone in Luoyang City knew about the banquet of the Imperial College. All the high-ranking officials entered the banquet standing, but they all came out sideways. Most of them were holding on.
And the food and wine that the Imperial Preceptor brought over today were actually all brought back from the Immortal World.
The packaging of the food was extremely exquisite, and the patterns on it were unconsciously sharp, as if they were naturally produced.
Everyone looked at Zhou Yang with a fiery gaze, or perhaps it could be called fanaticism. If they were asked to attack Luoyang now, they wouldn't even frown.
"One box for each team, and one bottle for each person," Zhou Yang ordered, and the servants began to distribute them according to the lines.
The ten thousand cavalrymen began to eat. This was the first time they had eaten such delicious food, and even Cao Cao and the others couldn't resist the temptation and joined in.
This meal was unforgettable to the soldiers. After the arrangements were made, Zhou Yang was dragged by Bouma around the barracks, and the beautiful girl's face was flushed with excitement.
About two hours later, Zhou Yang left the Hussar Barracks and brought Bouma and the others back to the modern world.
"Cold … cold …"
As soon as they returned to the villa, a moan sounded by Zhou Yang's ear. He looked over and saw a youth curled up in front of the Wanjie Lou, shivering, his face pale, and his lips blue.
"Name: Zhang Wuji.
Plane: Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre, Destiny's Child. "
Zhang Wuji's condition was caused by the cold poison in his body acting up.
Zhou Yang hurriedly helped Zhang Wuji up and said, "Sit cross-legged and calm yourself."
Zhang Wuji, who was in a semi-conscious state, mechanically followed Zhou Yang's instructions and sat cross-legged. He felt a warm current flow into his body, and moments later, the cold pain in his body gradually subsided.
He opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Yang, who was sitting behind him and healing him. Zhang Wuji thought about how he had fallen off a cliff and how he had arrived at the Wanjie Lou. Was he dreaming?
Bouma, Goku, and Oolong were all amazed when they saw the mist coming out of the two people's heads. Bouma even took out a device and seemed to be inspecting something.
About ten minutes later, under Zhou Yang's surging Nine Yang Qi, the chaotic Yin Qi in Zhang Wuji's body gradually calmed down, and Zhou Yang also retracted the Qi in his body.
"Shopkeeper, please save me." Zhang Wuji knelt on the ground and bowed to Zhou Yang. He had completely woken up from the cold poison. Zhang Wuji knew that it wasn't a dream. The Wanjie Lou could really cure the cold poison in his body.
"Get up first." Zhou Yang sighed helplessly. How am I going to cheat you when you're so courteous?
Zhang Wuji kept his head on the ground and didn't raise his head. Zhou Yang had to help him up.
Seeing Zhang Wuji looking at him with hope, Zhou Yang smiled and said, "I have a few ways to cure the cold poison in your body."
"Shopkeeper, how can I be cured?" Zhang Wuji asked excitedly.
It had been eight years. He had been tortured by the cold poison for eight years. In order to cure his illness, his Great Master had begged people everywhere. In order to cure his illness, he had worked hard to study medicine. In order not to cause trouble for his Great Master, he had started to wander alone when he was 12 years old.
During this period, he had suffered a lot, faced a lot of despair, and been thrown into the abyss many times.
Unfortunately, the cold poison in his body hadn't been cured yet. He could only live for half a year at most.
"Actually, your illness isn't as serious as you think. As long as the cold poison in your body is cured, your body will recover," Zhou Yang explained.
"I have two martial arts manuals here. You can practice according to them." Zhou Yang waved his hand, and two martial arts manuals appeared in his hands.
Surprise! This is so f * cking surprising! The two martial arts manuals were the Nine Yang Scripture and the Yi Jin Jing.
"Do you think these two martial arts manuals can cure your illness?" Zhou Yang looked at Zhang Wuji with a smile.
"Shopkeeper, are you really going to teach me this martial art manual?" Zhang Wuji couldn't believe it.
The Nine Yang Scripture was a peerless martial art manual that even his Great Master wanted to read. One martial art manual had helped two sects. Emei Sect, Wudang Sect, and even Shaolin Temple had a part of it.
The Yi Jin Jing was a unique martial art of Shaolin Temple. Couldn't the Yi Jin Jing cure the cold poison? Yes, of course it could.
Zhou Yang smiled faintly. "I'll give you the martial arts manuals. In exchange, you must give me a copy of all the martial arts manuals you have learned."
After saying that, Zhou Yang felt that he was becoming more and more shameless.
Zhang Wuji's pace meant that he had already fallen into the Kunlun Mountain, and his first adventure was about to begin.
From the first adventure, he had been out of control. He had combined the Nine Yang Divine Kung Fu, the Heaven and Earth Grand Shift, the Tai Chi Sword, and the Holy Fire Order into one. Later, he had acquired the Nine Yin Scripture and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. He was invincible. His inner force was even more profound than Zhang Sanfeng's.
Other than that, he was also an expert in the art of medicine and poison. At the age of twenty, he was already amazing. During the final battle of Light Summit, he single-handedly defeated Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Kongtong, and Mount Hua, the six great sects.
"Shopkeeper, the martial arts of Wudang cannot be traded without the permission of the Grandmaster," Zhang Wuji said firmly. As long as he spoke, the martial arts manuals before him would be his. His life would be spared. However, he had his own beliefs.
"Of course." Zhou Yang said without hesitation. Other than the Tai Chi Scripture created by Zhang Sanfeng, Zhou Yang was not interested in the other martial arts of the Wudang Sect. This guy's potential had not been developed yet. The day to reap the rewards would come in the future.
"Thank you, shopkeeper." Zhang Wuji's face was full of excitement. He believed that Zhou Yang did not want him to feel guilty and had casually offered a trade condition. Zhang Wuji was instantly grateful.
Looking at Zhang Wuji's grateful face, Zhou Yang was speechless.
Zhang Wuji chose the Nine Yang Scripture. At the same time, three jade archives floated out of his body.
"Advanced martial arts, Fist of Seven Wounds, one of the secret arts of Kongtong Sect. Price: 150 value points."
"Ordinary medical skill, Nameless Medical Scripture, created by Hu Qingniu. Price: 300 value points."
"Ordinary poison skill, Nameless Poison Scripture, created by Wang Nangu. Price: 250 value points."
Zhou Yang put away the three jade archives. He was secretly happy. Just like that, he had gotten back more than half of the value points.
"Buzz ~"
At that moment, a black hole appeared in the void. A snow-white ape appeared. Its abdomen was a mess of pus and blood, and there was a large sore on it. It gave off a rotten smell.
Fortunately, the sore did not fester. Otherwise, it would not have survived for more than a few days.
"Name: Azure Ape.
Realm: The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. There is a scripture in the abdomen. "
"Shopkeeper, save me." Zhou Yang heard the voice of an old man.
Looking at the ape before him, Zhou Yang only had one thought. This was a double kill!
#####
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
