In the late spring of the 13th year of the original calendar, Zhang Yun finally settled everything, stepped on the blue light sword and flew into the air.

Although he couldn't bear to leave his grandfather, his second aunt, and others, he said that good men are everywhere, not to mention that it was also his dream to go out and have a career.

Before going out, I left my grandfather enough Soul Soul Pills and various precious elixirs. If nothing happens, it will not be a problem for my grandfather and my second aunt to live for thousands of years.

Now, with my help, my grandfather and my fourth uncle have both succeeded in gathering energy. Although their cultivation speed is slow, with the life-extending elixir left behind by me, it is only a matter of time before they can reach the realm of condensation.

Zhang Yun stopped in the air, looked down at the relatives and villagers waving to him at the entrance of Zhangjiazhuang Village, tears could not help moistening his eyes, he suddenly raised his head and sped away in one direction.

The tens of miles of mountains around Zhangjiazhuang were wrapped in a thick fog. Zhang Yun had already known it from the notes of his ancestor Zhang Liang, but he couldn't help but be amazed and slowed down to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the sea of ​​clouds in the sun.

He flew all the way north, encountering several cities and some settlements that had been rebuilt on the ruins along the way, but instead of tall buildings, they were all low-rise bungalows.

There is no metal after the origin, but the traditional handicraft industry has returned to the forefront. The textile industry, papermaking industry, printing industry, animal husbandry, ceramics industry, etc., have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

People basically adopted the way of life before the Origin, and wore urban clothing made of linen and silk. Although some monks wearing different clothes often appeared, gradually everyone became accustomed to it.

Zhang Yun also saw several cultivators flying in the air with swords along the way. He wanted to go up to say hello but was far away, and he couldn't help but feel depressed.

He did not enter the cities and settlements he encountered on the way, but just observed them from a distance. Suddenly, he seemed to be in another world, which made him feel a little hesitant and helpless!

So he ate and slept in the open all the way. He brought plenty of dry food before going out. Due to the characteristics of the Broken World space that can preserve freshness, he brought a large amount of fresh fruits from the Star Valley. Some of them were given to his grandfather and the villagers to taste, and most of them were still in the Broken World space.

In addition, he has excellent barbecue skills, so it is also a good choice to hunt a few hares for barbecue.

"But if you don't blend into the world, how can you have the opportunity to come into contact with immortal cultivators? What's more, if you don't make a name for yourself, how can you go back to see your folks!" So Zhang Yun secretly decided to blend in with the crowd.

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That day he was flying along the Yellow River, and suddenly a bustling city appeared in front of him. It was said to be a city, but in fact it was more like a large settlement.

There are scattered buildings in the city. There are no tall walls, only low fences. Although it is not a case of not picking up things on the road or keeping doors closed, it can be seen that people live a very comfortable life!

So, I lowered my head to the clouds, put away the blue light sword with a thought, and walked toward the city center on foot.

Through some iconic brands, he knew that this place was called Zhengzhou. Although it was slightly different from the characters he had learned, with his intelligence, he quickly understood most of it.

Soon he became the focus of people watching and pointing in the streets. He could only respond with a smile, feeling depressed in his heart: "It's really a bit eye-catching when I stand in the crowd dressed like this."

Zhang Yun is wearing a linen robe with a sloping front, and his long hair is pulled up high into a bun. He is dressed like a Han Dynasty person. This outfit would be more suitable if he were put on a Taoist robe, otherwise it would not look like it.

Filming a costume movie!

The further you go, the busier you become. There are shops on both sides of the street. The hawkers on the street are shouting. The colorful handicrafts are dazzling. The various snacks make people swallow their saliva.

Stop and have a good meal.

Zhang Yun discovered that people were exchanging goods with a kind of paper money. Except for some gold and silver jewelry left by his ancestors in storage bags, and the mountains of diamonds piled up in the Broken World space, he was considered precious. But how to take these things out and communicate with others?

What about exchange?

Feeling depressed, he slowly walked forward when suddenly a burst of noise came, and Zhang Yun couldn't help but look up.

I saw people gathered together in a wide square in front of me, not knowing what was going on.

After all, he was a young man with a strong spirit. It was inevitable for young people to like to watch the excitement, so he took two steps and used his physical strength to separate the crowd and look at them with his eyes.

"Old man, if you dare to defraud me of my money, I will take your surname unless I beat you to death!" A fair-skinned young man with a slim figure, wearing a melon-skin hat and gorgeous clothes was yelling and cursing, while shaking his fist towards

An old man was hit on the head.

The old man looked to be in his fifties. He was wearing a gray robe with a fairy bun on his head. His face had been bruised and swollen from being beaten, and his eyes were black. There was a sign upside down next to it, and the writing was faintly visible: Rebellion

Good fortune and all the destiny.

Zhang Yun had already vaguely guessed the reason: the fortune teller was exposed for cheating money, and the victim took revenge.

"This young man looks fair and clean, with fine features. Why is he so ruthless? Just get the money back..." People around him were also talking about it, but no one stepped forward to start a fight.

The young man also beat more and more vigorously. He grabbed the fortune teller's hair with his left hand, pushed him to the ground, and continued to punch and kick him. His white teeth clenched loudly, as if he was filled with deep hatred and undying hatred.

Zhang Yun, who grew up in a mountain village with simple folk customs, had never seen this before. He really couldn't stand it, so he took a few steps out of the crowd, came closer, stretched out his hand to grab the young man's fist, and punched the old man directly in the eye.

He tried to dissuade him by saying, "Brother, if you beat me again, someone will be killed. You have to spare the place and spare the person. Let's get the money back and forget it!"

When the young man saw someone grabbing his arm, he couldn't help shouting loudly: "Outlander, what do you want to do? You're trying to deflect!" He raised his other arm and hit Zhang Yun straight on the chest.

Zhang Yun explained in his mouth while blocking easily. When the young man saw that he couldn't hit him, he started throwing a tantrum and lowered his head to hug Zhang Yun.

Zhang Yun didn't expect that the opponent's movements were so flexible. He was caught off guard and caught in his arms. Using his internal strength, he shook his waist and spread the young man's hands. He pushed him a few meters away and fell to the ground with a plop.

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The young man seemed to have practiced kung fu. He stood up in a hurry and cursed: "Boy, you are deflecting and hitting people. If you wait here, I am not done with you!"

After saying that, he turned around and separated from the crowd, running into an alley.

Zhang Yun couldn't help but smile bitterly, and thought to himself: "Good intentions are not rewarded! It seems that we are in trouble, so we should leave here as soon as possible!"

While thinking about it, he took two steps forward to help the old man who was beaten.

"No, the storage bag is missing! It must have been stolen by the person just now!" He was about to catch up with him in a flash.

The old man who was beaten half to death and lying on the ground like a dead dog suddenly got up nimbly, stretched out his hands and hugged Zhang Yun's ribs from behind. Zhang Yun, who was about to chase the young man, stopped suddenly.

Coming down, the old man took advantage of the situation and wrapped his feet around his waist like an old tree.

Zhang Yun struggled to break away for a few times but failed to break free. He was slightly angry and was about to rebuke the old man. But the old fortune teller started to cry: "Boy, if you let the attacker go, who will treat me? I'm not done with you anymore."

, you pay me money."

Zhang Yun is so angry! "Why am I doing this? I really have no reward for my good intentions, but I met such an unreasonable person again, and I can't bring myself to hit him, but it's my own storage bag!"

So he quickly released his spiritual consciousness to detect the area several miles around. After a while, he thought to himself: "It's weird, it actually ran out of my detection range within a few seconds!"

In desperation, he had no choice but to turn around and deal with the old man clinging to him. Before Zhang Yun could say anything, the old man suddenly slid to the ground and murmured: "Boy, I wrongly blamed you, so consider me unlucky.

Let’s go!”

I don't know whether the old man was cursed by the onlookers and his conscience found out, or he was afraid that Zhang Yun would hit him, so he pretended to be pitiful, got up, lowered his head, and packed up the fortune-telling belongings.

"It's true that a scholar meets a soldier. I can't explain why!" So he quickly walked out of the crowd, walked to a remote corner, released the blue light sword, and lifted the sword into the air.

A few hours later, he lowered his head and shook his head with a wry smile: "It seems that that person is either a monk or has some special hiding method. There is no trace of him for dozens of miles. On the first day when he approached the crowd, he met

This kind of thing is really unlucky!"

The most distressing thing is that although there is nothing important in the storage bag, the dry food, drinking water, clothes and gold, silver and jewelry are all in it. He does not dare to take the diamonds, elixirs and other treasures in the broken world space.

He still understands the principle of keeping wealth secret when making exchanges.

"Since you have chosen to mingle among mortals, you must find a way to live. Even if you have to work hard to make a living, you should not sleep in the wilderness again." After Zhang Yun made his decision, he walked aimlessly on the street.

Seeing the restaurants and hotels on both sides of the street, he hesitated several times before entering. It was not until late at night that he stopped next to a small hotel.

The small hotel is located on the edge of the Yellow River, far away from the bustling center. It is very remote and there are not many residences around it.

The night in early spring was already cold, and the breeze blowing along the river brought chills. Zhang Yun felt extremely cold in his heart. He stood in front of the small hotel and walked hesitantly. Seeing that it was almost time for the hotel to close, he suddenly

Wu Xin was about to step forward.

Suddenly the door creaked open, revealing a kind-looking middle-aged young woman. The woman looked to be in her early thirties, with fair skin and a chubby face that looked kind and approachable.

The woman looked Zhang Yun up and down before saying, "Young man, I am the boss lady here. I saw you hanging around in front of the door for several hours. Isn't it convenient?"

Seeing Zhang Yun's face flushed from holding back, he went on to say without waiting for his answer: "We are all brothers in the world, and everyone will have difficulties when going out. It's cold outside, come in and talk."
Chapter completed!