Liver Proficiency from Immortality

"Chen Changzhen?"

Zhang Wuyan smiled in his heart, it turned out that he was still a fellow countryman.

Chenchang Town is one of the small towns under Huaibin City, but Zhang Wuyan did not say that he was from Huaibin City.

As the two chatted, Huo Zhi sighed: "I got separated from my father back then, and I don't know what is happening to him now."

Zhang Wuyan said casually: "I wonder what Brother Huo's father's name is? If I have time, I can help Brother Huo find out."

Zhang Wuyan was just being polite, but Huo Zhi said seriously: "My father, Huo Pinghong..."

Zhang Wuyan didn't listen at all to what Huo Zhi said next. There were only three words in his mind.

Huo Pinghong!

The beggar who saved him and raised him until he was three years old was named Huo Pinghong!

Huo Pinghong even gave Zhang Wuyan a name named Huo, but Zhang Wuyan didn't use it, but used the name of his previous life.

"I used to often hear him calling himself 'Zhi'er'. Could it be that the person he called was Huo Zhi!?"

Only then did Zhang Wuyan suddenly remember what happened more than twenty years ago.

Huo Pinghong!

Huo Zhi!

Is it really such a coincidence?

Zhang Wuyan's heart was stirred up, but his face remained calm, and he continued to ask: "Brother Huo, I wonder what the characteristics of your father's appearance are?"

Huo Zhi said: "My father has a mole on the right side of his face."

"By the way, there's another one. My dad was playful when he was a child and accidentally cut off the little finger of his left hand with a knife. He only has four fingers on his left hand!"

A mole on the right cheek!

There are only four fingers on the left hand!

Huo Pinghong!

Huo Zhi!

Zhang Wuyan was extremely certain that the man in front of him was Huo Pinghong's biological son, the biological son of his savior.

Without Huo Pinghong, even if Zhang Wuyan had the golden finger of immortality, he would have died more than twenty years ago.

He could not repay Huo Pinghong's kindness, but he could repay it to his descendants.

"Brother Huo, don't worry, I will do my best to find Mr. Huo's traces."

Zhang Wuyan did not tell the truth.

Huo Zhi said: "Actually, we all understand that my father is probably in trouble, but as a son, there is always a trace of unwillingness."

Zhang Wuyan said: "Brother, don't think nonsense, good people have their own destiny."

After saying a few words, Huo Zhi went to visit other neighbors, so he said goodbye and left.

Zhang Wuyan sent Huo Zhi to the door and looked at Huo Zhi's leaving figure, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, there is such a coincidence."

This can be regarded as a kind of fate meeting.

Knowing that Huo Zhi was the son of his savior, Zhang Wuyan still did not change his style of staying deep and simple, but he was secretly paying attention to Huo Zhi's family.

If the Huo Zhi family encounters any trouble, Zhang Wuyan would not mind helping them solve it.

Soon, Zhang Wuyan realized that Huo Zhi's family had encountered a little trouble.

Huo Zhi is a craftsman, and his skill is carpentry. He wants to open a shop to make furniture for people, but he has no start-up capital.

Upon learning of this situation, Zhang Wuyan took advantage of the situation and put 300 taels of silver notes on Huo Zhi's only route and asked Huo Zhi to pick up the money.

It's not that he is unwilling to give more money, but that he is afraid that giving too much may cause unnecessary trouble.

With the start-up capital, Huo Zhi quickly opened the store and the business was booming.

The good times did not last long. Only three months after the good times, a competitor was unhappy with Huo Zhi and secretly found someone to smash Huo Zhi's shop.

Zhang Wuyan, who knew about this, secretly took action to deal with those who were insidious and sabotaged, and Huo Zhi's business was back on track.

With Zhang Wuyan's secret protection and Huo Zhi's craftsmanship really good, the family's life is getting better and better.

Zhang Wuyan was very happy when he saw all this, finally repaying some of Huo Pinghong's kindness.

Another five months have passed.

["Iron Sand Palm" proficiency plus one. 】

"Finally...it's done."

Zhang Wuyan took his hand out of the iron sand.

After practicing till now, at the age of twenty-seven and a half, he finally perfected the "Iron Sand Palm" and entered the second-rate realm.

[Name]: Zhang Wuyan.

【Age】: 27/Immortality.

[Level]: Second-rate.

[Martial arts]: "Iron Sand Palm" (perfect), "Xuanhe Zhenqi" second level (10/40), "Eagle Claw Kung Fu" (perfect), "Life-Reducing Crazy Devil Technique (disabled)" (perfect).

[Skills]: Medical skills (proficient) (17/50).

He was finally no longer a second-rate warrior, but a real second-rate master.

Such a person also has a certain reputation in the world of martial arts, and no one will look down upon him wherever he goes.

Zhang Wuyan's eyes fell on "Xuanhe Zhenqi" again, "If I can practice "Xuanhe Zhenqi" to the third level of perfection, and the realm of internal strength can also reach the second rate, that is, the internal and external strength will be second rate at the same time, and the strength will be doubled. more than."

People in the world generally only practice one type, either internal or external skills. There are very few people who have reached the second-rate level in both internal and external skills. After all, people's time is limited, and practicing internal and external skills will only drag themselves down.

Zhang Wuyan only dared to do this because of his system and immortality.

More importantly, he had no choice. The only skills he could obtain were these two, so he could only practice these two.

"I can learn from the guy named Xu."

Zhang Wuyan thought of a character in the comics of his previous life. That person also had an extremely long lifespan. He joined various sects and learned all the martial arts of each sect. Coupled with thousands of years of practice, he had extremely deep internal strength and was able to compete in the world of martial arts. It stirred up a storm, but was eventually stopped.

Zhang Wuyan only learned the first half of him and not the second half, lest he meet some destiny's son and break his romance.

"Forget it. My appearance remains unchanged. No one will doubt me at the beginning, but as time goes by, I will definitely be suspected. I don't want to be blocked before I can make waves."

Zhang Wuyan shook his head and put aside the idea of ​​learning from people named Xu, "I'd better keep a low profile and practice slowly."

After you have perfected the practice of "Xuanhe Zhenqi" and reached a first-class level, you can then look for more powerful techniques.

Anyway, he has a lot of time. If he can't find it in one year, he will find it in ten years. If he can't find it in ten years, he will find it in twenty years. In thirty years... he will always find what he wants.

"Brother Fan..."

The courtyard door was pushed open, and a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old jumped in and ran in.

"Sister Xiaoshuang."

Zhang Wuyan smiled and said hello, this girl is Huo Zhi's daughter, named Huo Xiaoshuang.

Because she and Zhang Wuyan were the only "peers" nearby, and Zhang Wuyan said that he would help Huo Zhi find his father, Huo Zhi had a good impression of Zhang Wuyan, so Huo Xiaoshuang often came to play with Zhang Wuyan.

If it were anyone else, even if it were ten times more beautiful than Huo Xiaoshuang, Zhang Wuyan would have refused, but since she was the granddaughter of her savior, there was certainly no need to refuse.