Marshal's Mansion.
There were two people sitting first in the reception room, one of them was Emperor Fengling of the Tiangong Empire, and on the other side was a strong man like an iron tower. He looks to be in his fifties, with a faint halo flowing under his bronze-colored skin. He has a Chinese character face, a pair of tiger eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. Even though he is sitting, he can still see his burly body. The rock-solid muscles completely propped up the strong outfit, his eyes were piercing, and a pair of black eyes exuded a deep luster. This person is the pillar of the Tiangong Empire, Generalissimo Zhou Shui Niu. That is Zhou Weiqing's father.
Marshal Zhou, like Shangguan Binger, was also born in a commoner family. He made a living by herding cattle when he was a child, so he got his name. No one dared to make fun of his name, because those who did so were already dead.
"Your Majesty, take a look at this. Someone sent it this morning, and it was written by that little bastard." Zhou Shui Niu handed a letter to Di Fengling.
"Brother Zhou, you didn't do this to comfort me, did you? I've made up my mind that if something happens to Weiqing, this girl Difuya will be buried with him." Di Fengling said resolutely. Yesterday he personally brought Difuya to the door to apologize, but when he learned that Zhou Weiqing had not returned, he immediately sent a large number of people to search outside the city, but found nothing.
Zhou Shui Niu said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, how dare I deceive you? Don't be fooled by this little bastard's simple and honest appearance. In fact, he is more cunning than anyone else. Even I have been fooled by him many times. This time Probably because he knew he was causing trouble, and he didn’t dare to come back because he was afraid that I would beat him up. It’s nice to say, why go out and wander around, bullshit, I think he dare not come back, so ignore him.”
Di Fengling smiled wryly and said: "If Weiqing doesn't come back, I won't be able to rest assured! This matter is all Difuya's fault, big brother, if Weiqing comes back, you can't beat him. Speaking of which, This child is also very pitiful, and he was born with occlusion of the veins, which is not what he thought, so don't make things too difficult for him."
Zhou Shui Niu snorted, "Father Hu and dog son. However, this kid is quite self-aware. He is right. How can he be worthy of Her Royal Highness? In my opinion, according to what he said, the marriage should be cancelled."
Difu Ling suddenly changed his expression, "How can it be done. Difu Yasheng is a member of your Zhou family, and death is the ghost of your Zhou family. Brother, you are not joking. You don't need to talk about this matter anymore. If Weiqing is not Yu If the jeweler regrets the marriage, am I still worthy to be your brother?"
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When Zhou Weiqing woke up from the coma, he found that he was already in the tent. After waking up, he immediately felt pain in every part of his body, and his body was greasy with sweat. Especially his legs, as if they were filled with lead, a slight movement, suddenly felt as painful as being pricked by thousands of steel needles, which made him groan.
"Shangguan Bing'er, you little girl, just wait, sooner or later, I will hold you under my body and ravage you."
After a while, Zhou Weiqing reluctantly got up from the floor bunk. Just as he sat up, he saw two large bowls and a note beside the bunk.
One of the two large bowls contained three large steamed buns, and the other contained two dishes, one was stir-fried vegetables, and the other turned out to be stewed meat. Tired all afternoon, Zhou Weiqing was already hungry, so he immediately grabbed the steamed buns and ate them unceremoniously, thinking to himself: Counting Shangguan Binger, this little girl has a bit of a conscience. The steamed buns and vegetables were still warm, and they tasted pretty good, obviously not from the big pot rice in the canteen of ordinary soldiers. While eating, Zhou Weiqing finally looked at the note. The content left on the note was very simple, only four words: continue tomorrow.
"Damn it, it's not over yet! Didn't I just touch you?" Zhou Weiqing snorted angrily, and squeezed the steamed bun in his hand very wretchedly, looking for a touch.
After dinner, Zhou Weiqing walked out of the tent non-stop, resisting the pain in his body to wash his body. Although this guy is wretched and afraid of death, he has one good thing, he still loves to be clean. He also washed the clothes, don't think that he is born in a noble family and can do housework, on the contrary, he can do all kinds of housework and cooking. Isn't this forced by the strict old man Marshal Buffalo at home. In the Marshal's Mansion, Zhou Weiqing lived alone in a small courtyard. After the age of six, he was self-reliant and provided with everything he needed, but there was no one to wait on him. For this matter, Marshal Zhou and Marshal's wife fought countless times. Unfortunately, Marshal Zhou's strength was irresistible, and in the end Marshal's wife just won the right to teach Zhou Weiqing to do these things.
After cleaning his body, changed into another military uniform, and cleaned up the dirty ones, Zhou Weiqing returned to his tent. At this time, the entire military camp had already calmed down.
After Zhou Weiqing returned to the tent, he opened the cloth bag he brought with him. Inside were some necessities he bought after he left the blacksmith shop yesterday, such as some simple powdered seasonings, a bottle of lamp oil, etc. But it is a necessity of life. What he fears the most is that he won't be able to eat enough after serving as a soldier. Buying some condiments will make it easier for him to steal food in the future. As for the lamp oil, it came in handy immediately.
Zhou Weiqing took out the rice bowl that had been cleaned before, poured a little lamp oil into it, and then took out some thin strands, twisted them together, soaked them in the lamp oil for a while, and then exposed a thread end, then lit it with a flint, and immediately got it out A temporary small oil lamp suddenly lit up in his small tent.
After doing this, he quietly raised the curtain of the tent and poked his head out to have a look. After confirming that there was no one outside, he retracted his head. Precious and precious, he reached into his arms and took out an oilcloth bag from his closet.
"Fortunately, I wrapped it in an oilcloth. Otherwise, I sweated so much today, and it would be troublesome if it got soaked."
Carefully opening the oilcloth bag, revealing an ancient book inside. This is indeed an ancient book, because it is not made of paper at all, but is sewn with good sheepskin. It is two inches thick and has dozens of pages. All have been damaged. There are four big characters written on the cover: Immortal Art.
This is the treasure that Zhou Weiqing went to Xingchen Forest to pick up yesterday. This thing was picked up next to a skeleton when he was ten years old when he was thrown into a deep mountain forest by Marshal Zhou to train his survival ability. Even Marshal Zhou didn't know about it. . He has been hiding in a tree hole in the Star Forest.
Open the cover, revealing the first page, on the top is a line of small characters: General Outline of Immortal Art.
Those without great perseverance cannot practice, and those without the determination to die cannot practice. The Immortal Art is actually a mortal art, which turns the impossible into a possibility. It takes the thirty-six death points of the celestial body as the object of practice, and survives from death. If you are a little careless, you will definitely die. Be careful, be careful. Only those who can break through the thirty-six dead spots can truly receive the power of the heaven and the earth, live the same life as the heaven and the earth, and live the same immortality as the sun and the moon.