Chapter 63 Zhou Zhang

Facts have proved that sometimes a simple-minded young man like Song Yueming is not as easy to deal with as a person like Tong Tiexin .

For more than ten consecutive days, Song Yueming would come to the small porch window every morning to look for him.

Xu Han explained a reason to him today, and he would leave without any entanglement. But tomorrow, he would come up with a new theory to argue with Xu Han. Day after day, Duan made Xu Han extremely annoyed.

Xu Han had no choice but to leave early every morning before Song Yueming came. When he returned to his residence at night, Ye Hongjian , who had cultivated for a whole day, also returned to her residence. With Song Yueming's courage, she did not dare to disturb him again.

That morning, Xu Han left the hospital as usual.

In the blink of an eye, they had already arrived at the Linglong Pavilion for a month. It was October, and it was already early winter. It snowed lightly on the Chongju Peak yesterday. The snowflakes piled up a thin layer on the ground, and if they stepped on it, they would emit bursts of sizzling sounds.

Xu Han did not like winter, much less snow.

Because to him in the past, winter meant that it was difficult to endure, and it meant that he was hungry.

And snow…

This item always reminded Xu Han of the old beggar who closed his eyes on a snowy night.

Walking in the mountains, Xu Han shook his head and threw away the sudden surging thoughts in his mind.

The disciples of the Linglong Pavilion were divided into three categories: outer sect, inner sect, and direct disciple.

The small porch window he lived in was at the mountainside, where the inner sect disciples lived. The Linglong Pavilion Clan had a great career. There were 8,000 inner sect disciples on the Chongju Peak alone. The outer sect disciples had already exceeded 10,000. Xu Han did not like places with large numbers of people, so every time he walked up the mountain, other than the courtyard gate.

In less than half an hour, he arrived at a mountain depression. There was a small wooden pavilion.

This place was already at the edge of the inner sect disciples' residences. After that, it was the place where the direct disciples and the various martial uncles lived. Therefore, few people came.

Xu Han walked to the wooden pavilion with ease and sat down cross-legged on one side.

Then, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, opened it, and poured out several pills into his palm.

In a month's time, Chu Chouli had already stolen nearly a thousand glass pills from Xu Han. There were already quite a few of them. Now, there were endless rumors amongst the outer sect and inner sect disciples. Even the Sword Hall had begun to investigate this matter. Chu Chouli did not dare to provoke the people from the Sword Hall, so he could only be more careful.

However, the demand for nearly a thousand glass pills was still a drop in the bucket compared to Xu Han's need to repair his meridians.

In this world, regardless of whether it was cultivating inside or outside, the first level of cultivation was the Aquarius Realm. One's body was like a precious bottle, and one's Qi didn't leak out.

Xu Han's physical cultivation had already reached the third realm, the Diamond Realm. Therefore, if he wanted to cultivate his Internal Strength, he could directly cross the Aquarius Realm and enter the Pill Yang Realm. Of course, the prerequisite was that he had to repair the disordered meridians in his body.

The so-called Pill Yang Realm was divided into five levels.

First, the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Four Realms, and finally, the Pill Yang reached completion, forming an inner core within his body.

Forget about Core Formation. One must know that the fourth level of the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Realm is to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into one's body, connecting one's 108 acupoints. Every 27 acupoints will enter one level. Once all 108 acupoints are cleared, one can hold onto one's origin and form an inner core in one's dantian. Hence, the Danyang Realm is complete.

To put it bluntly, Xu Han repaired the meridians as well as the channels connecting these acupoints and the acupoints themselves.

But now, it had taken him a month to repair the second aperture with nearly a thousand Veluriyam Pills. He was still far from success.

After refining the medicinal power in his body, Xu Han raised his head. He sighed slightly. Although he had coincidentally found a way to repair his meridians, due to the limited amount of medicinal pills, his progress was slow. Moreover, he still had no clue how to infiltrate Xuanhe Peak to find the medicinal ingredients he needed. Thinking about these things, Xu Han couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

"Why do you sigh every day when I see you?" At this moment, a gentle voice came from beside him. Even in this cold early winter, it still made people feel as if they were bathing in the spring breeze.

At that moment, Xu Han looked sideways and saw a figure wearing a blue sweater sitting beside him.

It was a young man in his early twenties. His face was handsome, but his face was somewhat pale. At this moment, he was holding a book in one hand and looking sideways at Xu Han.

This man was also a longtime guest of the wooden pavilion. Ever since Xu Han was annoyed by Song Yueming a few days ago, he had found the wooden pavilion that consumed glass pills every day, and this man in front of him would also encounter it every day. He always took a book with him and sat quietly in the wooden pavilion, reading it. The two of them had always had a tacit understanding and never interrupted each other. Today, for some unknown reason, this man suddenly began to talk to Xu Han.

"People don't have foresight, there must be immediate worries. Who doesn't have anything unpleasant about living in this world?" Xu Han had a good impression of this man. He smiled and said this.

"Yes, too." Hearing this, the man nodded slightly, agreeing with Xu Han's words.

At this moment, the corner of Xu Han's eyes glanced at the title page of the book that the man was holding. There were four large characters written on the title page, "World Language Commentary". Xu Han had never read this book, but he had heard of his name. It was written by a capable official of the previous dynasty, and it was about the Dao of Peace and Benevolence. There were many translated versions on the market and they were widely circulated.

The books that this man read every day, such as the Cang Clan's Important News yesterday and the History of Chu the day before yesterday, were all similar ancient books. A disciple of Chongju Peak looked at the Dao of Benefiting the World and Peace that these scholars would only learn every day, and felt that he was not doing his job properly.

What shocked Xu Han the most was that according to the rules of the Exquisite Pavilion, both outer and inner sect disciples had to participate in the homework organized by the sect every day. Unless there was something special, they could not be absent. Only those direct disciples had the qualifications to act freely.

The man in front of him, who was no more than two years older than Xu Han, was reading in the pavilion every day, so his identity was naturally on the verge of being revealed. However, wanting to become a direct disciple was not a simple matter in a large sect like the Exquisite Pavilion.

Either his cultivation had reached the Nether Opening Realm, or his talent was as outstanding as Ye Hongjian 's.

Either way, it was enough to show how extraordinary the man in front of him was.

"Reading these books every day, is it useful?" Xu Han glanced at the man and asked lightly.

In Xu Han's opinion, the most important fist in the world had enough food to eat, so there was a place to rest. This man was an expert disciple of the Exquisite Pavilion, but he spent all of his time on these shabby books full of great principles every day, which really puzzled Xu Han.

"How can the words of our ancestors and the way of running the country be useless?" The man smiled and replied.

"I have ambition!" Xu Han praised, but he secretly felt that the disciples of the Exquisite Pavilion were full of scholarly looks. If he didn't know that his place was the Chongju Peak , where he majored in martial arts, Xu Han would have thought that he had come to the wrong place and went to the Dahuan Peak , where he cultivated grammar.

"Does that brother look like he intends to become an official?" Xu Han asked again. The Linglong Pavilion and the Longevity Division had been at odds for a long time, but this Linglong Pavilion disciple still wanted to rule the world and save the country. It was very interesting.

"Officials cheat me, not what I want." Although he knew that the man had heard this, he smiled and shook his head.

"Huh?" Xu Han was stunned, but the expression on the man's face did not seem to be fake. He had some doubts. Since he did not want to be an official, then what was the use of reading these books?

"The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of everyone. What if I read more books?" The man still had a smile on his lips. Although they didn't talk much, Xu Han somehow had a better impression of the man in his heart.

"Miao." At this time, a black shadow rushed over from afar and jumped on the ground. Then, it landed on Xu Han's shoulder skillfully, but it was the black cat playing in the mountains.

"Where did he go?" Looking at the dirty black cat on his shoulders, Xu Han nodded his head angrily, pretending to be angry as he scolded.

However, Xuan'er had long since figured out Xu Han's temperament. As she leaned against Xu Han's shoulder, she rubbed it lightly, causing Xu Han to not be able to vent even if he was angry. He could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Your cat is very special." The man beside him praised the black cat after seeing its peculiar expression.

Xuan'er had always been intelligent, as if she understood this man's words. At that moment, she raised her head high, arrogantly like a swan.

This appearance caused Xu Han and the man to look at each other and smile. Unconsciously, the atmosphere between the two of them became much closer.

"Greetings, brother, next week." At that time, the man cupped his hands towards Xu Han and said seriously.

The two of them had met several times in the pavilion, but they had never talked. This was the first time that the man had officially introduced the two of them.

"I am Xu Han." Xu Han felt that this man was quite interesting, so he immediately cupped his hands and said.

"Xu Han? It's Martial Uncle Ye 's …" The man quickly reacted and cupped his hands again. "Disrespectful, disrespectful. In other words, I should call you Martial Uncle as well. Please forgive my ignorance."

"Good talk, good talk." Xu Han, who had suddenly upgraded to Martial Uncle, felt a little uncomfortable. "It's fine if we call each other juniors. What Martial Uncle? In the end, it's still unknown who Miss Ye's family will be."

Zhou Zhang heard some of the rumors about Xu Han among the disciples. He smiled and said, "Others always like to judge others by themselves. Those who are clear will be clear. Those who are turbid will be turbid. Brother Xu, don't worry about it."

"No problem, no problem." A joke that Xu Han had said earlier had arisen casually. Who knew that Zhou Zhang would persuade him so easily? Looking at his serious appearance, Xu Han couldn't help but think of the Song Yueming who had been pestering him for the past few days.

"I have nothing else to do. Since I have fate today, wouldn't it be better if I were to give up on the next gathering?" Zhou Zhang, however, did not know what he was thinking and suddenly asked.

Hearing this, Xu Han was stunned. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, but in the end, he nodded.

"That's good too."

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