The Monk

.Chapter 1,332 Zhang is not afraid

Because he once wandered around underground, southeast, northwest, and had long since left the grove where he was buried, he now stood on a plain with green trees and green grass, which seemed full of vitality. He walked towards the nearest road.

Normally, after the injury is healed, one should go back to Xiguan as soon as possible, but Zhang is afraid that he suddenly doesn't want to go back because the battle between Punishing God and Xihuang made him resist. Anyway, more than four months have passed, and no matter how the war turns out, it should have an outcome by now. As for Xiguan, whatever is supposed to happen will happen. Whether you can go back or not, it really doesn't make much difference.

What's more, a scan with his spiritual consciousness just now gave him an excuse to stay. Walking east from here, there is a pavilion five miles away. In the pavilion, sitting is a young man, about thirty years old, a friendly man. People like him are what soldiers call slaves.

The man was meditating, but his posture was incorrect, his nerves were crooked, and his cultivation level was low. He had just built the foundation. Because of the weird posture, Zhang was afraid of being curious, so he scanned it carefully with his spiritual consciousness and discovered the problem.

This cultivator is hemiplegic, with one hand atrophied, two feet one high and one low, and his neck is tilted to one side and can never be straight. Seeing such a guy sitting cross-legged and meditating, few cultivators will not be curious. What's more, Zhang Ai, who is kind-hearted, can't be an exception? Just walk over.

The distance of five miles is not far or close. I wandered casually and reached my destination in a short time. Walking nearby, he could see sweat on the face of this cultivator. Zhang Ping couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Most cultivators practice Qi, but few practice body. However, the person in front of him can make a full body just by meditating. Sweating profusely shows how hard it is.

Zhang was afraid that because of his high level of cultivation, he walked silently and had no breath coming out. The cultivator didn't notice it, so he just closed his eyes and worked hard to breathe. Zhang was afraid not to disturb him, and stood still, quietly watching the hemiplegic guy practice hard.

There may be some cultivators with amputated arms and legs, which are all caused by various reasons the day after tomorrow, but there are never those with hemiplegia. Let’s not talk about anything else. I’m just going to talk about Fasuidan. A good Fasuidan can transform a person’s muscles and tendons into a new look, let alone treat a small hemiplegia? It is extremely relaxing, so for cultivators, there is no such thing as disease.

But at this moment, he happened to see a hemiplegic cultivator working hard to practice. How could Zhang Ain not be curious?

The young man was very thin and not good-looking. His facial muscles would occasionally squish involuntarily, which made Zhang Awei speechless. Haolai also had foundation-building skills and could control his own muscles. Why did he still look like this? ?

Because he didn't notice Zhang Ai, the young man continued to concentrate on practicing until he stopped breathing mid-air. After stopping, he closed his eyes and persisted for a while, then opened his eyes and moved his arms.

When he opened his eyes and saw Zhang Ai, he screamed in fright and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Wen was stunned. He suddenly saw a stranger. The first sentence of this person was not to ask who you are, but to ask what you want to do. It can be seen that there are enough shadows in his heart, and he must have experienced it. suffered a lot of unfair treatment. Thinking about him as a cultivator but still suffering from hemiplegia, the unfair treatment he experienced in the past can be imagined without having to explain it clearly.

At that moment, he smiled and said gently: "I was passing by and saw you practicing, so I watched you for a while. I'm sorry to bother you, but please don't blame me, fellow Taoist."

After saying this, the hemiplegic cultivator froze immediately. He paused for a while and then whispered back: "You call me fellow Taoist?" His words were full of uncertainty.

Zhang Awei smiled slightly and said: "If I don't call you fellow Taoist, why should I call you senior?" His tone was gentle, his voice was gentle, and his facial expression was even gentler. After hearing what he said, the hemiplegic cultivator looked at Zhang Awei carefully for a while, and after making sure that he was not joking, he whispered back: "With my level of cultivation, how can I dare to be someone else's senior, fellow Taoist...the word "fellow daoist" comes from It's ridiculous for me. Others call me paralyzed, but fellow Taoists can just call me paralyzed." After saying this, his expression changed three times. In the first sentence, he explained his cultivation very seriously. Because he is not enough and cannot be someone else’s senior, his face is sincere; the second sentence is when Zhang Wen calls himself a Taoist friend, he seems to like to be recognized by others. When he utters ridiculous compliments, his face shows reluctance. , unwilling to give up the title of fellow Taoist; in the third sentence, he said that he was a paralytic, with a face full of self-deprecation.

Zhang Ai has traveled around the world many times, so he naturally knows that people with physical disabilities have sensitive minds and are very afraid of being hurt, but they are also easily hurt. So after listening to what the hemiplegic cultivator said, he continued to smile and asked: "This fellow Taoist, isn't he willing to tell me his name?"

The hemiplegic cultivator's face turned red and he quickly replied: "How could it be possible? How could it be possible? My surname is Zhang, and my name is Zhang Buwei."

"What did you say?" Zhang was stunned when he heard the last three words. Is there such a coincidence? My name is special enough, and it actually allowed me to meet Zhang Buwei.

Hemiplegic cultivator Zhang Buhou thought Zhang Buhou didn't hear clearly, so he straightened his slightly lopsided mouth shape and said clearly: "My name is Zhang Buhou."

A hemiplegic man named Zhang Buwei must have countless stories behind him. Zhang Buwei shook his head slightly and did not ask about those past events. He cleared his throat and asked in as gentle a tone as possible: "What's going on with your body? "

Hemiplegic cultivator Zhang Buhou replied sadly: "It's nothing. May I ask my friend's name?"

Zhang Buwei smiled when he heard the words, and then said seriously: "I told you, you are not allowed to laugh." Zhang Buwei, a hemiplegic cultivator, asked: "Why should I laugh?" Zhang Awei said seriously: "You said, you are not allowed to laugh. Smile, listen up, my name is Zhang Ping.”

"Ah?" Zhang Buhou was stunned for a moment, then tried hard to keep a straight face, but after being stern for a while, he finally couldn't hold it back, burst out laughing, and then said tightly: "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, it's about your name. Well, what a coincidence.”

Of course Zhang Buwei would not blame him, and asked with a smile: "Do you believe it?" Hemiplegic cultivator Zhang Buwei replied: "Why don't you believe it? We are strangers, so what benefits can you get from lying to me?" Zhang Buwei then replied She laughed with him for a while, then seized the opportunity and said, "It's a coincidence. For the sake of our coincidence, let's talk about what's going on with our bodies." With such a name and such a chance encounter, it can be considered fate, Zhang I'm afraid I want to help him.

Hearing that his body was mentioned again, Zhang Bu'aa immediately lost his smile, thought for a moment and said, "It's nothing."

At this moment, a woman ran quickly from a distance. She had a beautiful sting and was dressed simply but not ordinary. Her face was anxious, and she came to the pavilion in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the wife entered the pavilion, she immediately stood in front of Zhang Buwei, turned around and faced Zhang Buwei angrily, and shouted in a cold voice: "Who are you? Let's go quickly."

Zhang Wen laughed and didn't reply. At this time, even if he said ten thousand words, it would not be as effective as Zhang Bu'aing's one word. And Zhang Buwei did not disappoint him. He stopped his wife and said, "He didn't bully me, he just chatted with me. It's okay. By the way, his name is Zhang Awei."

When the wife heard the first half of the sentence, her face brightened slightly. When she heard the last two words, she immediately became furious, her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she shouted angrily: "Get out!"

Okay, I didn’t explain it well. Zhang Weijing smiled helplessly and said, "Why do you not trust people so much?"

He chuckled helplessly, but in the eyes of his wife, it was a provocative smile. He replied: "Why should I believe you? Get out of here. It's too late. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Daqing, this little girl is still a violent woman, Zhang Huan scratched his head and said softly: "Even if you want to lose your temper, you have to know what I have done. You can't be unreasonable."

"Shall I reason with you? Well, okay, I'll reason with you." The little girl used her spiritual consciousness to sweep away Zhang Wei, and found that although this guy's face was slightly different from that of a soldier, his soldier's aura was purer than hers. Guess Not knowing where he was coming from, in order to avoid causing trouble to his family, he temporarily endured his anger and asked coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Seeing that this girl was willing to give him a chance to speak, Zhang Ai took a deep breath and said, "Don't be afraid, you better tell me. She won't believe anything I say."

She probably didn't like him, but before Zhang Buwei could reply, his wife jumped in and said, "What do you mean, I won't believe anything you say? Did you say it? How do you know if I believe it or not if you don't tell me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Awei nodded slightly. She was a capable woman, at least she was very eloquent. Then he said: "Don't protect him like this. He is a man and has dignity. The more you protect him, the worse he will feel."

Before his wife arrived, Zhang Ping had already discovered that she was a soldier and had cultivated in the Nascent Soul stage, so he didn't care at all. Unexpectedly, the wife actually knew Zhang Buwei and wanted to protect him. You must know that these two people are very different. One is a slave, the other is a soldier, one is disabled, and the other is a beauty. Who dares to contact them together?

However, since his wife was devoted to the hemiplegic cultivator Zhang Buwei, no matter what his psychology was, Zhang Buwei felt that this woman was very good, especially in the middle of the night. In order to protect Zhang Buwei, his wife came quickly. It shows how much you care about him. It's just that a good impression is a good impression. He has a good impression of his wife, but she doesn't see him that way. If he wants to talk to his wife well, he must first gain her trust, so he first shocks the girl with words, and then Just explain it slowly.

The wife was stunned when she heard what he said. Her face froze. After thinking for a while, she turned around and asked Zhang Buwei: "Is this what you think?" With just this sentence, the wife forgot whether Zhang Buwei had evil intentions. I also forgot why I came out in the middle of the night.

What Zhang Awei said not only surprised his wife, but also surprised Zhang Buyou. At this time, he heard his wife's question again, and felt hesitant in his heart. However, his wife was very good to him, and he couldn't bear to tell lies to deceive her, so he whispered softly. He said the word "yes" lightly. When I said this word, I felt very sad and looked very ugly, as if he was the one being spoken about.

When the wife heard this word, her face changed several times, and she said in a low voice: "I'm sorry." She turned around and ran, and she could see tears falling down as she ran.