Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Zhang He picked the thickest book from a pile of books, and the title of the book was "The Year of the Great Zhou".

When he was learning to read, he had heard from Wei Peng that the place he was in now was called the Great Zhou Dynasty.

According to Wei Peng, it has been tens of thousands of years since the Great Zhou Dynasty was established.

Zhang He is skeptical about this, which does not conform to scientific laws.

The world he was originally in had only a few thousand years of history, and human beings had already created splendid civilizations, and they could do anything from the sky to the sea.

On the contrary, in this world, there is no shadow of science, and everyone is still using the most primitive and backward production methods.

And based on what Zhang He learned in his previous life, it is impossible for a dynasty to last for tens of thousands of years, and it is almost enough to last for 300 years.

Generally, at the beginning of a dynasty, all the systems are relatively good, suitable for the survival of ordinary people, and the managers have all experienced tests.

But after several generations, both people and institutions will gradually decay.

The most important point is that social resources will gradually be concentrated to a few people, and eventually most people will lose their resources and cannot survive.

A large number of people lose wealth and other resources, and if they cannot survive, they will cause turmoil. In the end, the dynasty will be destroyed in the turmoil, the old powerful system will be eliminated, wealth will be redistributed, and a new dynasty will be established.

Then focus again, then shuffle, go round and round, go round and round.

This is a law of nature and cannot be reversed by manpower.

Zhang He opened the "Da Zhou Ji Nian".

On the first page, it says that the first ancestor, King Ping, wiped out evil spirits from all sides, pacified the world, and created a peaceful and prosperous world for the human race. It has been more than ten thousand years since Liu Wei.

Skip the introduction and scroll down. More than ten thousand years ago, monsters ravaged China and preyed on humans. The ancestors were unwilling to be enslaved by monsters, so they angrily slashed the green dragon and revolted. This is known as the first year of the Great Zhou Dynasty in history.

In the first year of the second year, the ancestor led 800 human warriors to fight against the White Snake Monster Clan in Xinye and won a big victory.

Three years old,...

In the 125th year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, after more than 100 years of fighting, the first ancestor finally expelled all kinds of demons and pacified the world, known as King Ping in history.

In August of the same year, the meritorious deeds of enfeoffment belonged to all parties. According to the merits of each person, five titles of public, marquis, uncle, son, and male were established.

Zhang He thought it was a serious history book at first, but now it looks more and more like a fairy tale.

It seems that the same is true in this world. The superiors like to deify themselves and let the people worship them blindly in order to stabilize their own status.

For this old-fashioned obscurity policy, Zhang He has a sense of superiority over looking down on primitive civilization and playing with mud.

Now that I have bought all the books, it is also good to read fairy tales. Through fairy tales, I can also understand the culture of a place.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that people in this world had really big brains. It was a very serious history, but it was written more wonderfully than a novel.

The various monsters recorded in it are so strange and amazing, and the whole article is talking nonsense in a serious manner.

At the same time, this book more or less had an impact on his belief system. Could it be that there are really gods in this world?

He practiced "Thirteen Swords of Chasing Souls" for several months, and his current physique is far beyond that of ordinary people, and he can occasionally do things that violate gravity.

Could this world be able to do whatever it wants without Newton?

At this time, outside Zhang He's small courtyard, a young man in white clothes was snowing, shaking a feather fan, jumped over the wall with a light move, and fell into the small courtyard.

With a few taps of footsteps on the ground, he was already in front of Zhang He's window. His whole movement was flowing, and his clothes fluttered like an exile descending.

When the young man in white arrived at the window, he just dodged, turned over the window, and appeared in front of Zhang He.

At this time, Zhang He had already put down the book and drew the knife in his hand.

"You're the one who killed the head master? You don't look too good."

The young man in white is shaking his feather fan,

He looked at Zhang He jokingly.

"You are also from the Black Tiger Hall, and you came to seek revenge on me?"

"It can also be said that I took over the Black Tiger Hall, no matter what, I have to give everyone an explanation.

That "Thirteen Soul-chasing Knives" should be yours, take the initiative to hand it over, and I can give you a good time. "

The young man glanced at the saber in Zhang He's hand, and recognized that it was the treasured saber that Master Si treasured so much that he always carried it with him when he slept.

According to the news, Zhang He was able to kill Master Si by means of despicable means. He himself did not have much strength, as long as he was careful about the other party throwing lime, he would be fine.

Zhang He didn't want to talk nonsense with the other party, and immediately slashed at the young man in white, the first style of "Thirteen Knives for Soul Chasing and Killing".

The figure of the young man in white dodged back and avoided the blade.

"It turns out that you have already learned the first form, which is not bad."

Zhang He slashed through the air with one slash, without any pause, but slashed the second slash with faster speed and strength.

"I didn't expect that you are still a martial arts prodigy, and you have practiced the second form in such a short time."

The second cut only made the young man in white's complexion change slightly, and he still dodged it, and at the same time, the feather fan in his hand was blowing towards Zhang He's face.

At this time, Zhang He's third knife had already been slashed, and the young man in white could only withdraw his hands and dodge.

The young man in white was very familiar with this set of saber techniques, and he took a fierce and swift path, one saber was stronger than the next, layers upon layers were like waves, and the sabers were deadly.

However, the martial arts he has practiced are elegant and light. When encountering the opponent's third-style saber technique, he can only dodge and cannot resist.

At the same time, his eyes were as frightened as if he had seen a ghost. How could he have mastered the third type of saber technique in such a short time?

It must be known that Master Si practiced "Thirteen Swords of Chasing Souls" since he was a child, and it took nearly thirty years for him to be able to practice the seventh form.

How did the other party practice the third form in just a few months?

The panic of the young man in white was not over yet, Zhang He had already slashed for the fourth time, his movement was nimble, but the room was too small, no matter how good his movement was, there was no room for him to display it.

Invincible, run away!

However, when he was about to climb out of the window, at some point, the window was blocked by a big sack that appeared out of thin air.

At this moment, a knife was slashed across his neck, and the head of the young man in white fell to the ground. Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing blood all over Zhang He's newly bought quilt.

Zhang He slashed the enemy with four swords, but at this moment, he was too late to be happy. He hurriedly put away a sack of dried sweet potatoes on the window, and it would not be easy to sell if it was splashed with blood.

Looking back at the blood all over the house, it seems that this small courtyard is a haunted house, the blood inside has hardly been cleaned, and more than ten people have died.

Zhang He pulled off the white clothes on the ground, wiped off the blood on the knife, and then reached out and groped in the arms of the young man in white clothes.

An old blood-stained book with "Chasing the Wind without Shadow Step" written on the cover, I flipped through it casually, and it turned out to be another martial arts secret book.

There is only one footwork in it, and the elegant movement of the young man in white should be derived from this.

Put the books into the space, and took out about three or four taels of silver from his pocket.

Only then did he pick up the feather fan in the young man's hand.

I don't know what kind of bird's feathers it is made of. It is light and fluffy in the hand, but it is as hard as iron. The edges are extremely sharp. Blood sprinkled on it, and it becomes clean with a light flick.

Zhang He played with the feather fan for a while, then put it into the space.

After beheading the young man in white, no one disturbed him that night, and he slept until dawn.