Zhou Heng, who had concentrated on practicing martial arts for a day in the martial arts school, didn't know what had been passed around outside.
It was now approaching dusk.
From the martial arts school, Zhou Heng was walking home when he realized that the people around him were looking at him a little differently.
The young man looked at himself with a gaze filled with envy.
The young women looked at themselves with eyes filled with admiration.
The middle-aged men and women looked at themselves with admiration.
Old men and women passing by would also take a good look at themselves and then whisper a sigh of exasperation at the people.
"What's going on?" Zhou Heng felt that something was wrong with the situation, he touched his face and secretly said, "Have I become handsome again?"
Who would deny themselves the chance to become more handsome, even though they were already quite handsome?
After all, both on Earth and in this world, a lot of times it's all about faces.
Like when opening a lucky bag.
It wasn't until he bought two pounds of ribs out of a pork shop that he realized that people weren't just paying attention to him because he was handsome, but also because he was a seventeen-year-old ninepin.
And how did Zhou Heng know that?
Because when he went to buy the ribs, the butcher was beating the kid with a knife handle.
And mouthing off.
You don't practice martial arts, you're lazy. Look at Zhou Heng. He's already a ninth-grade martial artist at seventeen. Unstable, later I'll have to ask your mother if she's cuckolded me, why are you so lazy!
Zhou Heng out still remembered that when he came out, that butcher's wife just happened to enter the door, and when she heard the butcher's words, she directly copied the pig-killing knife next to her and walked over.
One could only let that butcher fend for himself.
Carrying two pounds of ribs, and a pound of freshly bought lotus root, he looked at the distant sun setting, red sky.
The company has a long history of developing its own products.
Zhou Heng only felt that this is the life.
Today he was going to treat himself to a lotus root and rib soup.
Tomorrow he had to go to the martial arts school early.
The owner of the school would personally grant him a new status different from that of an apprentice and assign him a separate training room.
The key was...
Tuition is free!
Lunch included!
This instantly gave Zhou Heng a full sense of happiness.
Although there was no more convenient internet, no more computer, no more games, but it seemed good to have such a leisurely and stable life where you could see your progress every day.
The only downside was that there wasn't quite enough money to spend.
To save money, the two pounds of ribs he'd bought had been specially chosen for the sides, the cheapest kind at the price.
The stew wouldn't taste as good as it had tasted back on Earth .
...It would be nice to have a chance to go back to Earth and visit, and I don't know if Earth's parents are still doing well.
It's been two and a half years.
Thinking of this, Zhou Heng's heart couldn't help but emerge with some emotions that he had deliberately suppressed for a long time, and he shook his head, letting the scene that flashed through his mind dissipate.
"There's no use thinking about this right now, work hard on your martial arts, work hard on your dao!" In fact, he was so used to this mental adjustment that he silently said to himself, "Be strong, that's all there is!"
This was not a peaceful and quiet world.
The scene he saw two years ago made Zhou Heng clearly understand that the saying "Immortals fight and mortals suffer" was not an empty phrase.
If those two high grade warriors had fought in his village, none of the local people, including himself, would have survived.
Not even the bones could be preserved.
In addition to these apparently existing "immortals", there were also ghosts and evil spirits breeding in secret.
"One step at a time, let's get the outer disciple quota of the Changxing Sect first.
"At least sixty taels of example money a year, and ten taels of silver to rent a medium room in Changxing House for a year can't miss the opportunity.
"This is a blood gain!"
.....
Before he even left the city, Zhou Heng confirmed that someone was following him.
It was a young male wearing a white robe with a crown of white jade hair, with a modest and even somewhat slender figure.
This made him feel a little baffled.
He didn't seem to have offended anyone, so why would someone be following him?
And judging from the person's ability to hide the sound of his footsteps and the agility with which he moved, he was at least a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, and possibly even an Eighth Grade.
Thus, as he neared the city gate, Zhou Heng stopped at a remote alleyway.
There was no one around.
Only the figure following behind was hiding.
"Come out." Zhou Heng said in a deep voice, "What does Your Excellency intend to do by following me?"
"....."
"....."
No one came out.
No one came out either.
Quiet as a chicken.
"Come out!" Zhou Heng drank again in a low voice, while his hand was already on the knife.
Bam!
The sound of something seemingly stepping on something came from a corner.
"Ah! Not good!"
Immediately, the young gentleman in a white brocade robe with a handsome and soft appearance walked out from that side of the corner.
Compared to when she was at the teahouse, she had an extra folding fan in her hand.
"This gentleman..." she smiled and was about to greet Zhou Heng, while flicking the fan in her hand.
Crack!
She should have thought to follow the example of the storyteller and open the fan in her hand in a dashing manner, but who knew that the force was too strong, and the newly purchased fan split right down the middle, tearing the fan surface into two pieces.
The wind that blew when the fan split even blew the moustache on her lips crooked.
But she herself was unaware of this.
Zhou Heng was dumbfounded, what was this guy up to?
Performance art?
"This, this, accident, just an accident." The young gentleman smiled awkwardly and hid the cracked fan behind his back, his appearance barely returning to normal, "This gentleman is Zhou Heng?"
"No, I'm not Zhou Heng." Zhou Heng shook his head in denial, not moving on the surface, but his guard was raised sharply in his heart.
He had heard Lin Cang talk about some of the things that happened in the Jianghu.
If you encountered someone who was following or robbing the road and also asked if you were a certain person, it meant that you might have suffered an assassination.
The other party's goal was to take your life.
"Huh?" The young male scratched his head, he had been asking around for a long time, how could it not be, she was a little confused, "You're not the one who fought with Sun Zhengping! One, the one who fought for Wang Qingqing's ultimate favor, Zhou Heng?"
"What the hell?" Zhou Heng was confused.
What's all this with?
When did you and Sun Zhengping battle it out for Wang Qingqing?
"The story told by Mr. Storyteller..." the young gentleman was puzzled when he saw that Zhou Heng actually reacted this way, and briefly told Zhou Heng what Mr. Storyteller had told him.
It turned out that there was not only a son and daughter feud, but also something like a dream encounter with an immortal to grant magic, the reincarnation of an ancient deity and so on.
Of course, the most ridiculous thing was to say that because Zhou Heng loved and adored Wang Qingqing, he would fight with Sun Zhengping.
Zhou Heng was dumbfounded.
Are all the storytellers in this world so bullish?
We have to follow the Basic Law!
This is outrageous!
"You want to know the rest of the story?" Zhou Heng forcibly endured his inner desire to spit, took a deep breath, and said, "I have no comment on this, the girl should please return."
"You're the main character of the story, how can you have no comment?" The young gentleman shook his head, then she gave a light whisper, then was so shocked that she recoiled, pointing at Zhou Heng, shocked, "No, you, How did you find that out!?"
I'm not blind... Zhou Heng's mouth twitched slightly and pointed to his lips.
And as long as the brain is normal, when you see this abnormally handsome face, you can tell that it's a girl, right?
"Ahhhh! How crooked!"
This girl touched the moustache affixed to her lips and even straightened it, then looked at Zhou Heng, "This is good, you really don't Know the follow-up scenario?"
"... "Zhou Heng was speechless and sighed, "Girl you'd better go home early, so you don't get cheated out there."
He was warning from the bottom of his heart.
After all, this girl's brain didn't seem to be a very good yazi.
"Hmm." The girl's eyes turned to look at the ribs Zhou Heng was carrying in his hand and smiled, "How about I pay you to tell me about it?"
Well?
She's judging from the rib parts I bought that I'm short of money?
Zhou Heng was surprised, but shook his head, "I'm not that kind of person... hmm... how much?"
"One hundred taels." The girl beamed with joy.
"Deal!" Zhou Heng immediately nodded his head, very decisively, causing that girl to be a little stunned.
.....
The golden crow hung low, and the rays of the setting sun fell through the leaves onto a path in the forest.
A luxuriously decorated carriage was slowly moving.
In this carriage there was a young man who looked to be in his twenties sitting quietly holding his sword, his features were handsome, and his skin was slightly dark, like a complexion that was often exposed to the sun.
He was the personal disciple of the Law Enforcement Elder of the Chang Xing Sect, the 99th young man on the list, and at the age of 23, he was already an eighth grade martial artist of the "Falling Sky Flying Sword", Kong Cheng Shun.
Bang Bang.
Just at this time, there was a knocking sound outside the carriage, and someone asked: "Brother Kong, just now there was a letter for you from a flying pigeon! ."
Kong Cheng Shun slowly opened his eyes and said, "Whose?"
A voice from outside said, "It's from Tongchang Martial Arts Hall owner Huang Jingfu, does Brother Kong want to see it?"
"Don't look." Kong Chengshun faintly said, "Burn it."