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Zhang Zhou had transcended!

The process was: a thunderous rainy night, Zhang Zhou, who was drunk, took advantage of the rain to stop and plan to go home through a small park. On the way, the rain came again, so Zhang Zhou hid under a tree by the side of the road to avoid the rain. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, and his body twisted in an exaggerated manner...

It was the same rainy night. It was the same under the same tree. The blinding light disappeared, followed by deafening thunder …

However, the scene in front of him was no longer one he was familiar with. There were no longer the flickering lights from the branches, no neat brick paths, no beautiful pruning trees. There were only a few lonely trees, the worrying mud beneath his feet, and a burnt branch …

Zhang Zhou instantly evaporated and regained consciousness. He felt an irrepressible coldness surge up from within his body. He didn't dare to move, allowing the dense rain to strike his face. His mind was filled with an unprecedented clarity, yet also an indescribable wave of abstraction: What's going on? Dead? Illusion? Following that, he felt a wave of suffocation as he fainted.

His head hurt! Zhang Zhou felt someone was pushing him and heard the sound of voices.

"Little Boat, wake up!"

"What's going on? How can he faint from drinking such a little bit of alcohol?!"

"Come on, I didn't hear anything from Grandpa Seven. The little boat must have been struck unconscious by lightning!"

"I don't believe that last year, someone from our village died a terrible death! Look at him, he's fine! "

"Are you blind!?" Can't you see such a big branch? "

Zhang Zhou slowly opened his eyes amidst these familiar yet unfamiliar voices. With a single glance, he immediately closed his eyes as his entire body twitched and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. This startled the few people who were arguing, and he did not dare to continue speaking.

And at this moment, Zhang Zhou's mind was engaged in a chaotic and extremely intense battle. He clearly realized that his memories were being swallowed. There were some things that originally didn't belong to him that were vague and profound …

There was a straightforward process of devouring, as well as a calm process of fusion. There were also some conflicting wills that continued fighting until the stronger party emerged victorious! In general, his original memories took the initiative …

He thought back to the details, and a word hammered at his brain like a hammer, buzzing: Across!

It wasn't like he had never experienced it before. If he could transcend over, what could he do? But from the bottom of his heart, he never believed that it was true! Besides, he had parents, a wife and children, a job, and friends. Even if he wasn't considered rich, he still had a car and a house! His sullen personality had also been compared before. No matter which dynasty he crossed over to, he would not be able to be happier than his previous days! For a person who has no technology and no knowledge, living in a state-owned enterprise with a salary is the most leisurely. Now that he had truly transmigrated, the thought of his wife and children's parents made Zhang Zhou's heart burn like fire. He could no longer bear the pain and could only feel a warm current gushing out from his mouth before fainting once again.

Seventh Elder, the leader of the relay stations, had retreated from the border army and stayed at the relay station for sixteen to seventeen years. When Zhang Zhou was eight years old, his father had died from an illness, and when he was about to die, he had entrusted Zhang Zhou to the care of the Seventh Elder. The Seventh Master had no children, so he had left Zhang Zhou by his side, which could be considered to be a father-son relationship. After waiting for Zhang Zhou to turn seventeen, they had made friends, and had gotten a errand in the inn. A postman was the official postman. There were a total of eight or nine people in this Heroes Guild with more than ten horses. The others would be on duty. Seventh Elder and Zhang Zhou would treat the relay station as their home and would be able to eat and live without worry.

He had gotten a small sum of silver tonight, and it was a rainy night. Thinking about it, he didn't have much to do, so he decided to make some food and wine to liven things up. Halfway through his drink, Zhang Zhou, who wasn't very good at drinking, dizzily ran to the entrance of the relay station and was under a tree. Before he could untie his pants, he was struck by a bolt of lightning.

When he was saved by someone, he didn't seem to have any injuries. Seeing him wake up, he couldn't help but shed tears. He was probably scared to death. However, before anyone could celebrate for him, he spat out a mouthful of blood and died again. Seventh Elder, who was well versed in medicine, could not help but cry as he felt his pulse and breathed in and out.

A sturdy young man next to him also tried to test Zhang Zhou's breathing. His nose turned sour and his eyes became moist. He said to Seventh Elder, "Seventh Elder, Little Boat, he …"

After all, he had experienced too many life and death situations in the border army, so he was still relatively calm.

Other than the little violence Zhang Zhou was excited about, he had a good relationship with other people. He loved to talk and laugh, and he was also diligent in his work.

At this moment, a voice sounded from outside.

"Can This Penniless Priest go in and avoid the rain?"

Seventh Elder wiped off his tears and said to the stout man, "Ninth Brother, go out and take a look. Tell the other party not to scare the other person when the time comes!"

Lin Jiu nodded, wiped his tears off and walked out. Outside of the inn stood an old Daoist who was drenched in clothes. He held a handful of dust in his hand, and his appearance was rather sloppy and unkempt.

"Daoist Priest, it's fine to avoid the rain, but unfortunately, an accident just happened at the inn and a little brother left. Daoist Priest, please do not feel unlucky!"

The old Daoist's listless eyes suddenly lit up.

"What?" One dead? "

The change in the old Daoist gave Lin Jiu a fright, and he hurriedly nodded his head. After the old Daoist confirmed the answer, his face lit up and he said, "Quick, let this old Daoist go in and take a look!"

The old Daoist didn't wait for Lin Jiu to lead the way before a shadow flashed into the room. Lin Jiu was also surprised, but then he immediately became happy. It seemed this old Daoist was an expert! Lin Jiu had also learned a few years of martial arts. Just by the movement technique that the old Daoist had just displayed, he would be left in the dust for the rest of his life! He quickly ran back into the house.

The old Daoist even passed through the most basic of questioning. He directly tore open a messenger beside the bed and bent over to check Zhang Zhou's pulse. Seventh Elder did not understand. He saw Lin Jiu running in and nodded to him. He seemed to understand and quickly stood up to make room for the old Daoist.

In this era, Taoists and monks are often seen as having supernatural powers. Seeing Lin Yemao nod his head, this old Daoist should be an expert!

After the old Daoist checked his body, he took out a box from his chest and opened it. He then took out a few extremely thin needles and placed them on the lamp to roast it. He then held the needles up and closed his eyes, deep in thought.

Lin Jiu was the first to react. He tore off Zhang Zhou's clothes, revealing his chest. The old Daoist pressed on Zhang Zhou's chest, and then quickly jabbed the silver needle held between his fingers into Zhang Zhou's chest.

This old Daoist's methods were something that no one had ever heard of or seen before! He didn't dare to disturb her. In everyone's minds, Zhang Zhou was already dead. Now that there was a Taoist like him willing to help, although they were not sure if he had the ability to resurrect the dead, they could only do the same! Putting everything else aside, the old Daoist's acupuncture posture was indeed remarkable.

Without counting how many needles the old Daoist had stabbed into Zhang Zhou's body, Zhang Zhou's chest rose up and down, his throat moved, and then he spat out another mouthful of blood. As long as there was a reaction, there was hope.

The old Daoist wiped his sweat and nodded his head in satisfaction. The Seventh Master and the others were surprised and impressed, sighing in wonder: It seemed like Little Boat was lucky to have met an expert who could bring the dead back to life!

It was only when the old Daoist took back all the needles did he dare to speak.

"Daoist Priest is really a deity!"

The old Daoist nodded, seemingly doubtful, and said with a frown, "He has been saved for now, but whether he can recover in the end will depend on his good fortune!"

Seventh Elder quickly asked, "Then what should we do? Please enlighten me! "

"This Penniless Priest has nothing to do and is in no hurry to travel. I will stay here for a few days to continue to diagnose and treat him. You can prescribe some medicine to nourish the Qi and dissolve the blood and help him consume it!"

"Alright, alright, I'll go right now! The inn is simple and crude, please do not blame the Taoist! "

"That's fine, just block out the wind and avoid the rain!"

… ….

From the second day onwards, the old Daoist stopped allowing others to see his healing techniques. Regardless of how terrifying the old Daoist's methods were, he was still able to save Zhang Zhou. Naturally, even if it was an expert, no one would dare to question his words.

On the third day, Zhang Zhou slowly opened his eyes. The old Daoist waved his hand in front of his eyes and ignored him, continuing to practice his needlework. Although Zhang Zhou could not speak, he had some awareness and was soon certain of one thing: This old Daoist was absolutely not very confident in his acupuncture skills!

Of course he knew the wonders of acupuncture, so he was not worried at first. However, when he saw the old Daoist hesitating a few times with the silver needle in his hand, he wanted to stop. Or he could think about it repeatedly before going on again. Sometimes, he would even pierce half of it and feel that something was wrong. He would then pull it out and change the acupuncture points! He knew that not only was this old Daoist's acupuncture inexperienced, he was also suspicious of him as a test subject. He was terrified. If he were to stab the wrong needle, his mouth would be crooked, his eyes would be crooked, and his body would be paralyzed … What should he do? Unfortunately, he was powerless to resist, and so he could only allow it to be used!

Three days later, after the old Daoist confirmed that Zhang Zhou had no last name, he left under the admiring gaze of everyone. Unlike the others who were envious of him and envied him for being able to save the life of a deity, Zhang Zhou was grateful to the deity at the same time. At the same time, he was also secretly glad that this "little white mouse" of his had survived without any side effects!

The guys who loved to cackle were pressured by Zhang Zhou after he woke up, so he couldn't figure out what was going on in this guy's mind. Zhang Zhou was naturally thinking about how he could return to his family! These past few days, there were a few thunderstorms. He went to the Fate Tree to beg for thunder at any time, but unfortunately, no spring thunder was willing to come. Of course, he only dared to try lightning strikes. As for other methods of dying, he didn't dare to take the risk because he was certain that he would die just like that.

"Grandpa Seven, did Little Boat get struck dumb?"

"I think he might have been possessed by some demon!"

Seventh Master was in a bad mood as he scolded, "Where did all this bullshit come from? If there really is a monster possessing you, then wouldn't that Taoist be able to see it?" You are not allowed to spout nonsense in the future! "

That was what he said, but he wasn't confident in his own heart either! How could they know that this Zhang Zhou was no longer the little boat from before?

Tang, Thirteen Years of Martial Arts, Spring 4, in the Hezhou Horse Inn in the north of the Empire, a postman Zhang Zhou was struck by lightning and died. Fortunately, he was saved by a master and was able to revive, only returning to normal after being muddled for a month. The reason why it was normal was because he'd experienced a month of struggle, struggle, heartbreak, and exhaustion … Zhang Zhou accepted his fate. In the end, he had no choice but to accept this cruel and strange reality.

Whether it was life or a dream, he had to continue. In any case, according to his reasoning, there was no way he could go back after committing suicide. In his previous life, Zhang Zhou, who was forty years old, had definitely chosen to live in peace. Although Chunlei didn't hack out any natural domineering aura from Zhang Zhou, since he was reborn, who would like to repeat the mediocrity of their previous life? At the very least, he would never be willing to safely become a postman in his entire life.

With the help of his memory, Zhang Zhou had a rough understanding of this world. Although he wasn't very familiar with history in his previous life, he knew that this era was different from his previous one. He had probably transmigrated into a world where history did not overlap.

Zhang Zhou was unable to determine to what degree the civilization of this world had reached. Since he had never studied history, he naturally could not clearly understand the characteristics of life in the various dynasties in his previous life. However, from the way he dressed up, he looked somewhat similar to the Tang and Song dynasties that he saw in the TV series. Perhaps because of his low status, his clothes were not as complicated as historical impressions. His upper body was simple, and his lower body was in long pants. His underwear was a very simple piece of coarse cloth with large corners. However, when on duty on a business trip, there would be a set of official service clothes, one that looked very formal. He wore sandals and boots when he was away on business. The staple food was basically noodles, which he couldn't provide in normal times. He had to rely on cakes and wild vegetables to deal with his satiety. Occasionally, there would be improvements in the taste of chicken, duck, and fish! The main way to spend money was to use silver. The monthly salary of a postman could be saved up by a few taels of silver.

As for Zhang Zhou, who had lived in the Heroes' Hall since he was young, he had learned a lot about the outside world. Seventh Master was the oldest and had experienced more than twenty years in the army, so he was definitely the most experienced person in the inn.

This world was similar to the ancient China in his previous life. There was Tang, Rong, Yan, Bai Ming, Hanhai, and many other countries. Tang was probably the most powerful existence. Seventh Elder was talking about the Myriad Miles Rivers and Mountains, but Zhang Zhou was not sure if the units of measurement in this world were the same as his previous one. Besides, even if he was beaten to death, he didn't believe that there would be a precise measurement of the current degree of civilization.

There were a total of thirty-three prefectures under the Tang Empire. It was said that during the founding period, in order to honor the thirty-two meritorious officials, other than the capital, they had each named thirty-two provinces, but this was only an honor. For example, He Zhou was named after a great general with the name He River, but as for rights and interests, they had nothing to do with this great general. It had already been a hundred years since the founding of the Kingdom, so the territory inside was still considered peaceful.

Hezhou didn't belong to the border; it was the neighboring Dragon Prefecture to the north. Seventeen years ago, there had been a large-scale battle between Tang Yan. There hadn't been any major conflicts during these years. However, to Zhang Zhou, this peace had no reliability at all. Compared to the peace of his previous life, it couldn't be compared at all! He did not try to compare the differences between the two worlds.

Perhaps it was due to the environment. In this era, the physical qualities of the people were much better than those in their previous lives, most of them were of the hardworking type, and their thoughts were relatively simple and straightforward. The majority of the commoners seemed to be happy after eating and drinking to their heart's content. From the few guys at the inn, it could be seen from their laughter that taking a wife and having two children was worth it for their entire lives. Sometimes, happiness is very simple. Simple is happiness.

But Zhang Zhou couldn't do it! He was plotting his own path, aiming for his future. He had read a few novels before, but the male lead didn't want to change the pressure of history, he didn't; he didn't want to be rich enough; he didn't want to be a gentleman, or a loyal king or a patriot!

Zhang Zhou believed that, whether it was wealth or loyalty, when fate was in the hands of others, the end result would be tragic. In his previous life, he had had too much unwillingness and helplessness. Since he had given himself a chance, he should work hard. As for what would happen in the future, it was useless to think too much about it now.

In the era of cold weapons, it was inevitable that personal martial arts would be valued. Zhang Zhou began to consciously train his body. His body was the foundation of the revolution. First, he had to increase his ability to protect himself as much as possible! His body's condition was not bad, and he recovered quickly.

When the postman left the mission, he carried a saber with him. Zhang Zhou also had a saber of his own, which was given to him by Seventh Elder. Although Seventh Elder was not a martial arts expert, he was still very familiar with the saber techniques of the border army. He taught those seemingly simple but extremely practical sabresmanship techniques to him. It was too late for him to pick up something from a kid. However, he understood one thing, he was not afraid of thousands of moves, he was only afraid of being familiar with one move. He had definitely put a lot of effort and thought into this simple and seemingly ten moves.

He looked at the "blade" in his hand in a daze. To put it bluntly, the quality of this blade was like an ordinary iron blade. He wasn't sure if there was any steel in this world, but at the moment, it was pretty good to have this kind of iron blade. Listening to Seventh Elder's explanation, only high level generals and the elites of the border troops could use better quality weapons.

Zhang Zhou knew that in terms of his personal ability, he was definitely a failure! It was the same for his two lifetimes. In this world, his greatest advantage was his knowledge of the future. Although he had almost forgotten all the textbooks' knowledge, some of the random products from his previous life were results obtained after many years of accumulation of human intelligence. The seemingly ordinary books in his previous life could become the foundation for his future development. If he wanted to achieve this idea, he would need to find a suitable time to do so. There were many things that could be accomplished easily, not by him alone. It would be unrealistic to do them now. For example, he had some knowledge of steel, but he did not intend to say it out loud. He would have to wait until the right moment, when he could make use of it. Although he didn't know when the opportunity would come, he reminded himself not to be impatient.