Through research, scholars who study "superpower" in modern humans have summarized the extraordinary into two categories, and used the ancient name to refer to the extraordinary who strengthened the physical body as "samurai", and the extraordinary who strengthened the spiritual soul as "monks".

In addition, they also refer to other intelligent life's cognition of supernatural powers and divide the supernatural power into 20 levels and 4 levels.

The extraordinary people in the first 9 levels are the ‘regular’ level;

The extraordinary people at levels 10 to 15 are the ‘Legend’ level;

After level 16, it is the "myth" level, which means that it has entered the level of ancient acquired gods;

Extraordinary people above level 20 are hailed as "powerful" because they have surpassed the limit of power that humans can understand, so they cannot continue to subdivided.

Not to mention powerful people, even supernatural beings at the myth or legendary level are very rare. The 99.99% of the general public faces are supernatural beings at the regular level.

Therefore, in order to make it easier to distinguish between strength and weakness, scholars of extraordinary scholars have listed the regular extraordinary ones as 3 according to their strength span:

Level 1 and 2 warriors are called "Enephrites" and monks are called "Psychics";

Level 3, 4, 5, and 6 are called ‘Rei Qian’, and monks are called ‘Zhi Xuan’;

The warriors of level 7, 8, and 9 are called ‘Pojun’, and the monks are called ‘Wuzhen’.

The above knowledge is what Zhang Jiao learned in the "general course" of junior high school.

But after watching the practice video of "Military Martial Power", he found that the military's name of extraordinary rank is completely different from that of the people. It is named according to the evolutionary process of the high-end weapons that are most widely used in the army from ancient times to the present:

The level 1 supernatural being is called "Stone Axe", the level 2 is called "Bronze Sword", the level 3 is called "Iron Sword", and the level 4 to 9 are: steel knives, muskets, giant cannons, chariots, mechas, motherships, and the level 10 is called "Nuclear Weapons", which happens to enter the legend.

The military martial arts practice method is also quite unique, including methods to cultivate qi and blood, as well as methods to cultivate souls. You can choose separately and can also practice dual cultivation in the same time.

Among them, the exercises of practicing qi and blood are extremely clear. They are completely pure physical attacks. The cultivation is extremely powerful. Many links must be mastered by thousands of hard practices to form "muscle memory".

The law of tempering the soul is purely to use a weapon called "External Pill" to launch pure magic attacks, which are varied and dazzling.

Zhang Jiao watched the video all night without blinking, and remembered the key points of the two techniques one by one.

In the next few days, he did nothing in the mourning hall. He had a short nap, except for eating and taking a short nap, and reviewed the practice of "military power".

I made sure to imprint each link deeply in my mind, deleted the encrypted file, and took out the hard drive of the laptop. I smashed it with a stone while I was buying food and threw it into the sewer.

Then he went back to the mourning hall and leaned against the wall and took a nap. Zhang Jiao finally burned some paper money and ingots, burned all the remaining incense and candles, wrapped Zhang Xiandao in a brocade quilt and carried it out of the coffin.

He sent the body to the incineration room with difficulty.

The cremation of the sifu is two strong middle-aged men. Zhang Jiao was chatting when he entered the house.

I heard the richer Si Lu say with a slight smile: "Hey, do you know? The Zhao girl who fell off a big horse a few days ago woke up when she fell on a bicycle in our museum.

However, it is said that it hurts her mind and becomes confused. She can't even count 10. She even says that someone hurt her and throws her down.

But he didn't report the case at that time, and now he reports it again. The police said that there was no "scene" and the person who reported the case was unconscious and refused to accept it at all.

Hum, it’s really retribution, and it’s retribution in the world.”

"Don't say that," said Shou Silu with some sympathy after hearing this: "Everyone is a colleague.

Sister Zhao is just a little bit damaging, and she is still pretty good.”

Fat Silu said disdainfully: "You are just a bad person."

Who doesn’t know what kind of virtues Zhao women is in our museum? As long as she can control it, flies will fly over from their eyes and they will have to break their legs down.

He was in charge of the hygiene of several public welfare mourning halls, so he treated the funeral as fat pork and fryed oil into the dead.

Just say that the little girl had both her parents died and had a funeral for her father last year, but she insisted on getting involved.

After the little girl was mourning, she couldn't think of it and jumped directly into the Nanhe River. This was not enough to lose her conscience."

After hearing this, Shou Silu said dissatisfiedly: "Sister Zhao didn't expect that the matter would be so serious.

Later, the little girl was having funeral, and she even went to accompany the gift.

In fact, it is mainly because young people now have too poor psychological endurance..."

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Zhang Jiao placed Zhang Xiandao's body on a stretcher truck at the door and silently left the incineration room.

The outdoor winter sun is bleak and the cold wind is biting.

After waiting for a while, someone in the room shouted loudly: "Zhang Xiandao, where are Zhang Xiandao's family members? Come and get the ashes."

Zhang Jiao wiped his nose and hurried into the room. Shusilu glanced at him, pointed to a can of thick porcelain urn on the wooden table and said, "What are you doing in the cold weather? Your grandfather can't stay in the room even if you are in the fire.

The ashes are here. You are a public welfare household. The urn is issued by the state. If you want to change it, you can buy it yourself. Is there any need?"

Zhang Jiao shook his head and said, "No, no, I look at this urn is very good." He stepped forward and picked up the urn, thanked him, "Please both masters." He turned around and wanted to leave.

Before leaving the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at the Thin Silu and said, "Master, it's not that I couldn't stay there when I went out just now, but because I was afraid that there would be too many thunders in winter, so I would take me with me when I struck you." Then he left.

This is actually Zhang Jiao’s true personality. There are still unconventional and unconventional karma hidden in his deep disguise.

The thin Silu was stunned for a long time before he figured out what Zhang Jiao said, and stomped his feet and cursed in anger.

The fat Silu on the side laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, pointed at his colleague and clapped, "Hahaha... Old Yang, Lao Yang, you always pretend to be good people, say something but the words, and be struck by lightning.

This kid is interesting, interesting."...

The stairs extending downward from Jingshan County Railway Station are long. Although the ground is clean, there is still a faint smell of dullness in the air.

The reason for this is that for safety reasons, the train tracks of Luyang Kingdom were built 55 meters underground.

All stations and underground tunnels opened to traffic are isolated by a mixture of ceramic alloys containing high-voltage protective power grids, making ventilation difficult.

As the sun sets, Zhang Jiao, who has dealt with the funeral, plans to go to a big city to travel to buy a train ticket with all his savings and staggers into the underground station.

After finding the gate of the train he was riding with the dim lights on the station ceiling, he found an empty seat and sat down, and fell asleep in a drowsy way.

After a few days of almost sleepless fatigue, Zhang Jiao's energy was exhausted. In addition, the rain and wind were blowing, and the wind and cold entered his body. After relaxing, his body had a high fever.

The position on the left side of the corner is an empty seat.

The seat on the right is a few years older than him, with a dark face, a burly figure, and a tall muscular man.

He looked very masculine, but his words and behavior were very sissy. He was pinching orchid fingers and chatting with his travelers: "This Jingshan is really the right one.

There are many cultural relics and historical sites in the small county town. How about we come again next year?"

As he was excited, he accidentally turned his head and saw Zhang Jiao's face like a spicy crayfish after entering the pot. He was startled and turned around and patted Zhang Jiao's shoulder, afraid and said, "I'm, man, have you cooked it for me? I'm fine.

Hey, hey, hey, are you still conscious?”
Chapter completed!