On the boundless sea, a small fishing boat bobbed up and down as it sailed towards the New World.
According to the captain of the fishing boat, Song had told Zuo Zhicheng that when he boarded the fishing boat, they were not far from the New World. At this time, the fishing boat was on its way back and would probably arrive at the New World Port this afternoon.
It was one of the port cities built by Da Qi State in the New World.
On the deck, Zuo Qingcang stood at the edge of the boat and stretched out his self-made fishing rod. He was fishing.
Xiao Lan leaned against the railing of the boat with her hands on her cheeks as she looked at Zuo Zhicheng curiously.
"Brother Zuo, haven't you caught anything yet?"
"Brother Zuo, the sun is so bright today. Aren't you hot? Let me help you wipe your sweat. "
"Brother Zuo, are you thirsty? Let me get you a bowl of water. "
The innocent young girl was like a chirping little bird, constantly circling around Zuo Zhicheng, chattering here and there. Her pair of wheat-colored legs showed off her youth under the sun, and the other crew members on the deck couldn't help but turn their heads.
On the other hand, Zuo Zhicheng, who was being targeted, did not react at all. His eyes were fixed on the fishing rod, and every time he replied to the girl, he would only say something along the lines of 'En', 'Oh', 'Okay', etc. Seeing this, the crew members at the side beat their chests and stomped their feet, wishing that they could replace him.
A sailor in his twenties was staring at Xiao Lan's waist and thighs. His eyes were shining, and he was very focused.
A big bearded man, Song, slapped him on the head and scolded, "What the hell are you looking at? Hurry up and get to work. "
The crew dispersed in an instant. They were all chased away by Boss Song. However, after the crew members left, Song looked at Xiao Lan and stroked his beard in distress. He said dejectedly, "Damn it, she's not even this good to her old man. She's never wiped my sweat."
A short middle-aged man walked over and whispered with a smile, "Old Song, a grown girl can't be kept at home." This was the second-in-command of the ship, Old Xing.
"What are you talking about?" Song spat and walked into the cabin unhappily. "What's so good about a one-eyed dragon?"
On the other hand, Zuo Zhicheng seemed to be oblivious to Song's worries as a father. He was focused on his fishing rod from the beginning to the end.
In fact, he was not fishing, but practicing martial arts. After all, the fishing boat was too small, and it was difficult to hide anything from others. Therefore, Zuo Zhicheng always kept the two secret manuals close to his body and never took them out to read. He had never displayed his martial arts in public.
Therefore, he was only using fishing as an excuse to practice his martial arts. The fishing rod in his hand vibrated along with the movements of his muscles as he slowly circulated his Xiantian Qi. Relying on the vibrations of his muscles, he channeled his blood and Qi to strengthen his body.
As for whether or not he could catch any fish, that was secondary to him.
As he trained, Zuo Zhicheng thought about his plan.
"After changing my name, I still need to create a good identity." With his rich experience as a spy, he knew the importance of creating a fake identity. It was not as simple as changing a name.
"I still need to have some background for my martial arts." If he was a Taoist priest, he would be able to see through Zuo Zhicheng's power with his psionic vision. However, a Taoist priest, or a Taoist priest who could use Taoist techniques, was too far away for ordinary people. Just like Liu Zhicheng, Taoist techniques were just a legend to them.
The possibility of encountering a Taoist priest in the world of ordinary people was too low.
Therefore, Zuo Zhicheng considered not being a public figure and hiding in a small circle that he was familiar with.
"I can't expose all my martial arts, but I can show a little. Maybe I can find a martial arts club and learn some martial arts as a cover. "
"And Taoist techniques. If I want to fight Shenzong, Taoist techniques are very important." Zuo Zhicheng felt a sense of pressure when he thought of the techniques that Shenzong had used in the tomb and the Divine Power that allowed him to survive for two thousand years.
There were four levels of Taoist techniques: the Life Refining Cluster, the Heaven Palace Building, the Galaxy Building, and the Golden Bridge Building. Zuo Zhicheng knew that Shenzong was above the Life Refining Cluster, but he did not know which level was above it. After all, the old man who had taught him Taoist techniques was only at the Life Refining Cluster.
As for the Qi Refinement, Spirit Refinement, and Void Refinement of martial arts, unless it was a close combat sneak attack, one would have to reach the legendary Void Refinement and possess the so-called magical power. Otherwise, it would be unrealistic to fight against the various strange Dao techniques with just one's flesh and blood.
"I need to find a way to test if my Life Refining Cluster is still there. I also need to find a place to learn ancient characters. If the Night Sea is still there, I will need a lot of money to practice Taoist techniques. "
Practicing Taoist techniques naturally required money. The various materials for Taoist techniques, experimental props, venues, and various tools were all very expensive. After all, the current world was not like the modern society of his previous world. There was limited production, and many special elements, ores, and so on were very expensive.
Besides practicing Taoist techniques, Zuo Zhicheng did not have any dwarf spirits to eat now. If he wanted to practice martial arts, he would need to eat them.
There was also learning ancient characters. In this era of Da Qi State, more than seventy percent of the people were illiterate. He could imagine that if he wanted to hire a teacher to teach him ancient characters, he would need a lot of money.
"I have to accumulate money secretly. I can't expose it too early and attract the attention of the Da Qi State or Shenzong."
Just as Zuo Zhicheng was thinking about this, the crew at the side suddenly shouted loudly. They kept pointing at the northern sea.
Zuo Zhicheng followed their gazes and saw a black shadow on the sea.
It was a ship twice the size of a fishing boat. There was a black dragon flag on the ship. The flag was fluttering in the wind, and the black dragon on it seemed to come alive, revealing a ferocious aura.
When they saw the flag, the atmosphere on the ship changed immediately.
A middle-aged sailor said worriedly, "This is troublesome. It's the Hai Long Gang."
Another person said, "It's okay. We've already paid them. They won't make things difficult for us."
"Damn it, this group of hungry wolves. They'll never be full," a young man said angrily.
"What are you talking about? Aren't you afraid that they'll hear about it?" The short middle-aged sailor next to him, Old Xing, who was talking to Song earlier, said, "Be smart when you come later. You know that the Hai Long Gang is not to be trifled with. Don't try to be heroes. Have you forgotten the floating corpses in the Yong Ding River last month? "
Hearing this, the crew became depressed. Although there was still anger in their eyes, there was more helplessness.
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