Weird things are rampant: I enthroned gods in another world

At this time, it was already three days later, Zhang Xuan packed up his things, and then picked up the little tanuki Hua Pingan and the little white dog and went back to the house.

A moment later, Zhang Xuan fell asleep.

"Jingle bells

..." Zhang Xuan, who was sleeping, stretched out his hand irritably, "Snap..." pressed the alarm on the bedside table, and finally the annoying noise disappeared.

Zhang Xuan turned over, and the snoring sounded again.

"Xiao Xuan, get up! Get up! An old man's voice came.

"Grandpa, I'm still sleepy, sleep for another five minutes!"

"Stinky boy, get up quickly, hurry up to eat, go to school; If you can't afford it, you're going to be late! The old man visibly raised his voice.

Hearing "late for school", Zhang Xuan instantly sobered up, sat up at once, wore briefs, jumped out of bed bare-chested, and then rushed into the hut at a sprint speed.

"Stinky boy, put on your clothes, you're all ten years old!" The old man was a little out of breath.

After going to the thatched house, Zhang Xuan walked back with his head down.

"You know shy, run out with your bare ass!" The old man smiled a little mockingly.

In the past, many thatched houses in the countryside were not at home, but on the street.

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Grandpa..." "Okay, go get dressed and eat!"

"Oh..." Zhang Xuan reached out and grabbed his clothes, put them on his body three or two, and looked at the time, the pointer was already pointing to seven forty.

"Oh... Almost late! Zhang Xuan was anxious, ran to the table in three or two steps, grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and directly grabbed the pickles in the small bowl with the other hand.

It was pickled in a beautiful radish.

"Snap..."

Grandpa, what are you hitting me for!

"Take the chopsticks and eat it!"

"Oh..." Zhang Xuan had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks and laboriously pick up a pickle and put it in his mouth.

After eating half of the steamed buns, Zhang Xuan took the bowl and drank the millet porridge in the bowl in one gulp.

"Grandpa, I'm going to school!" After that, Zhang Xuan stood up, grabbed the schoolbag next to the bed, and rushed out.

The old man looked at Zhang Xuan who was far away, his eyes flashed with kindness, and then put away Zhang Xuan's leftover steamed buns.

Why put it away, food can not be wasted, the next meal that cannot be eaten will be eaten.

If you want to waste food, you have to ask your parents about brooms, slippers, bamboo whips... Just say yes or no.

Zhang Xuan ran to the school in one breath.

The school is located in the village, and its name is very straightforward, it is called "South Street Village Primary School".

There are six grades: Yuhong Class, Year 1, Grade 2, Grade 3, Grade 4 and Grade 5.

There is one class for each grade, a total of six classes, each class has about thirty students, a total of about two hundred students.

Nanjie Village is not large, with a total of 162 households and more than 900 people.

Nanjie Village Primary School in the whole county, even the whole city, is quite good, covering an area of nearly 20 acres, the teaching building is a brand new two-story small building, the entire playground is paved with red bricks, the school also has horizontal bars, parallel bars, slides, basketball hoops and a series of equipment.

Nanjie Village discovered a coal mine in the eighties, so the village made a lot of money with the help of the coal mine, so it took out 1560,000 to build this new elementary school. That's 1560,000 in the eighties.

The school was built in 90 years, and Zhang Xuan went to this new primary school as soon as he went to school.

Zhang Xuan was in the third grade, rushed into the class, and sat on the seat with his butt.

"Sesame oil, you're almost late!" At the same table was a chubby little boy, and when he saw Zhang Xuan sitting down, he chuckled.

"Who do you call sesame oil?" Zhang Xuan hated being called his nickname the most, and stood up and threw himself at the little boy.

In the blink of an eye, the two people frolicked together, and the classmates next to them did not pull a fight, and each cheered for the two on the side.

"When ... When..." As the bell rang outside, the two boys, who were scuffling together, quickly separated, and then sat upright in their seats, more upright than anyone else.

The day passed quickly, with the phrase "when... When..." The bell rings after school.

Zhang Xuan packed his bag and rushed out of the school like a bird leaving the cage.

Back home, Zhang Xuan put down his schoolbag and was about to run out, and then he saw his grandfather holding a bamboo whip the thickness of a small finger in his hand, gently tapping his palm, and looking at Zhang Xuan with his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuan immediately obediently took out the workbook from his bag and began to write today's homework.

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Zhang Xuan, who had eaten dinner, turned on the TV impatiently and began to wait for the Golden Theater at eight o'clock.

At this time, the central station was playing "Journey to the West", of course, a replay after entering the nineties.

After watching two episodes of "Journey to the West", Zhang Xuan's eyes shone brightly and complained: "Grandpa, just broadcast two episodes, why don't you broadcast one more episode!"

"Grandpa, I want the Golden Hoop Rod too!" I want the Golden Hoop Rod too! Zhang Xuan took the old man's arm and began to coquette.

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As the days passed, "Journey to the West" finished broadcasting, and then began to broadcast other TV series.

There are various types of dramas that will be played next, but Zhang Xuan is still interested in mythological dramas and martial arts dramas.

One day after watching "Lotus Battle", Zhang Xuan pestered his grandfather to learn martial arts.

Grandpa glanced at Zhang Xuan a few times this time, turned around and went back to the house, took out a wooden doll and a pamphlet for a while, handed it to Zhang Xuan, and then told Zhang Xuan to teach him martial arts if he remembered all the acupuncture points on this doll.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he took the doll and the pamphlet into his arms, and then every night he held the doll and the pamphlet and began to memorize the lines and acupuncture points on it, and memorized it against the pamphlet.

Zhang Xuan spent a full ten days to write down the various acupuncture points on the doll.

Grandpa then handed Zhang Xuan a book, and Zhang Xuan took it to see that it was a very simple wire-bound book, and it had already been damaged a lot.

"This is the cultivation exercises handed down from our Dragon Tiger Mountain, Xiao Xuan, take a look, you can read as much as you can." Grandpa said.

Zhang Xuan, who had just watched the "Legend of Zhang Tianshi" TV series, of course knew about Dragon Tiger Mountain, so he said suspiciously: "Grandpa, let's Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

"Yes, our Zhang family is a direct descendant of Dragon Tiger Mountain."

"Grandpa, you lied to me again, we are in Jibei Province, and Longhu Mountain is in Ganxi Province, thousands of kilometers away from us!"

"Stinky boy, if you don't look, don't look, I'll take it!"

"Look, look, why don't you look, whether it's from Dragon Tiger Mountain or not, I want to see it too!" How could Zhang Xuan, who had long been fascinated by martial arts and mana, let go of this cheat!

Zhang Xuan held the book in his hand, and saw that there were several big characters written vertically on the cover of the book: "Qinghua Secret Text".

In the next period of time, Zhang Xuan began to read this "Qinghua Secret Text", all kinds of nouns throughout, made a ten-year-old child dizzy, asked his grandfather, but was severely criticized by his grandfather, telling him not to figure it out if he didn't understand it clearly, the things in it were not at all understandable to him now, if you want to really learn, then memorize it first.

Zhang Xuan, who did not admit defeat, began to die, and it took more than a month to almost memorize it. Then grandpa took him another copy of "Great Dan Zhizhi" and continued to stumble.

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Anyway, in the next few years, Zhang Xuan would spend a little time at night smashing the various scriptures given by his grandfather.

Later, those scriptures gradually began to be able to read some, and then Zhang Xuan began to start the so-called cultivation according to the description in the book, but Zhang Xuan, who really began to cultivate gradually, found that it was useless, at most the mental and physical fitness was slightly better, but he felt that running every day was likely to produce better results.

Coupled with the fact that he went to middle school and then to college, as he grew older and his knowledge grew, Zhang Xuan no longer believed in the so-called cultivation.

Finally, in a fit of anger, Zhang Xuan sold all the various cultivation texts he had read in the past few years, except for a few wire-bound books that looked like antiques, to the scrapyard.

From then on, Zhang Xuan no longer believed what his grandfather said that his family was a direct descendant of Zhang Tianshi of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

In Zhang Xuan's opinion, the only thing that he and Ancestral Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling have in common is that they both have the surname Zhang.

But there are more than 100 million people with the surname Zhang in the country!

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This is exactly what it is: dream back to the past life to trace cause and effect, and awaken (jiao) to open the road to this world!