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Locke did not come back to his home in Uehara City alone.
“Zhang Daxian!” Zhang Ling covered her mouth and looked at the person behind Locke.
“Prepare food for me for one to two months. I’m going out for a while.” Locke said.
“Okay.” Zhang Ling was a little surprised why Zhang Daxian behind Locke didn’t speak, but she still agreed honestly.
While Zhang Ling was cooking, Locke called Zhang Xun to his bedroom.
What used to be a nice big bedroom was transformed into a training room by Locke. Stepping on the wooden floor, Locke asked Zhang Ye to perform a Maoshan technique for him.
The result was very disappointing to Locke. He only had a small amount of true energy in his dantian. He had not yet entered the stage of refining the energy. At the stage of energy sensing, Zhang Yong could only use the yellow talisman to turn fire into fire and spit into ice.
The yellow talisman transforms into fire by using special yellow talisman paper, silently reciting a spell and combining it with the infuriating energy in the belly to create a fireball that looks like a fireball.
The power of this ‘pseudo fireball technique’ is equivalent to the heat of a torch. Locke found it difficult to cook rice and water.
Spitting into ice is to spit out a ball of saliva. The saliva will freeze into ice cubes in the air to achieve the purpose of defeating the enemy.
These little tricks, in the eyes of the ignorant Zhangcun people, are incredible Taoist techniques. In Locke’s eyes, they are not as useful as the two grenades developed by the technological power of this plane.
No matter how high your Taoist skills are, can you resist a rocket launcher? Can he withstand a ballistic missile head-on like Locke without dying?
Zhang Xun is not always controlled by Locke. It takes a lot of effort to control the native creatures. The longest time Locke can control him is only four hours. Moreover, Zhang Xun’s mental power is stronger than that of ordinary natives. Locke can only control him for three hours a day. .
The rest of the time, the mental power of a first-level knight was used to suppress him, so that he did not dare to move.
Suppressed by a Foundation Establishment Stage monk with his spiritual will, Zhang Xeng finally gave up.
But this is not entirely a bad thing. Under the suppression of Locke’s mental power, Zhang Ye felt that his spiritual consciousness, which had not grown for many years, was loosening slightly.
Zhang Xun now only hopes that this great master in the Foundation Establishment Stage will not embarrass his master. He cannot take care of his senior brothers and sisters. Zhang Xun thinks that he must protect his master.
After having been in contact with Locke for some time, Zhang Ye found that this senior was not difficult to get along with. If he begged for mercy, he might not make things difficult for them.
Maoshan is the first-class sect in China, but Zhang Ye thinks that there are not many treasures in Maoshan that a great master in the foundation building period can take a fancy to.
“The Taoist skills you practice are only so powerful?” Locke cursed angrily after watching Zhang Xun’s performance.
When he read Zhang Xun’s memory, he was looking for useful information. The actual amount of memory reading was less than one percent. Otherwise, Zhang Xun’s more than thirty years of life experience, plus the total memories of those people Locke had read before, Locke has to become a fool, his brain capacity is not that big.
Perhaps Locke will not even be able to recognize himself by then, and will be completely lost in the memories of others.
So Locke usually doesn’t do things like reading other people’s memories if he can.
Zhang Zong was not angry at being mocked by Locke. It is said that monks in the foundation stage can destroy mountains and rivers, and can even control the sky. He is a little Taoist boy in the Qi Sen stage, and of course his vision is not on the same level as others.
Perhaps he wanted to raise his master’s status so that Locke would not embarrass his master when he went to Maoshan. Zhang Xun said in a proud tone, “My master is the strongest Taoist priest in Maoshan and the most powerful in China. He can catch bullets with his bare hands.”
At the end of the day, as if he felt that what he had said was not sufficient, Zhang Xun added, “It’s not a pistol bullet, it’s a rifle bullet.”
Looking at Zhang Xun’s proud look, Locke said amusedly, “What’s the use of an old guy who has reached the sixth level of Qi training if he doesn’t have this ability?”
The zhenqi used by monks in this plane is also a type of elemental energy. It is very different from the fighting spirit in the wizarding world. Zhenqi is not very offensive and has unique health-preserving properties.
Zhang Zong is in his thirties, and his appearance is not much different from Locke’s appearance when he was twenty years old. It was a gift from the Maoshan Taoist Canon that he practiced.
Ignoring Zhang Xun’s self-promotion, Locke thought of another characteristic of Maoshan.
“The art of driving away corpses?”
Judging from Zhang Xun’s memory, this corpse exorcism technique is very similar to the necromancy magic that Locke had been exposed to.
He really wanted to see what there was in Maoshan that could attract him.
After Zhang Ling finished cooking, Locke was in no hurry to leave. He had time after dinner. He planned to fly Zhang Yong directly to Maoshan.
Zhang Ling is not sure about the relationship between Zhang Tong and Locke, so she cooked a large meal for three people.
As soon as she sat down at the dinner table, Zhang Ling served herself a bowl of food. Before she even moved her chopsticks, a loud knock on the door came. “Dong! Dong! Dong!”
Loke put down his chopsticks, felt the familiar breath outside the door, and said to Zhang Ling with a headache, “Go and have a look.”
This was the first time Zhang Ling saw Locke showing such an expression. Out of curiosity, she walked over and opened the door.
Click, the door opened, and a girl in yellow clothes with a single ponytail stood outside.
“Excuse me…who are you looking for?” Zhang Ling asked uncertainly. She had some impression that this girl was a student of Uehara University.
She used to work at the food outlet every day, and she had seen 60% of the students at Uehara University. This girl just looked familiar, so she was not sure yet.
Zhang Ling knew Ma Xiaoxiao, but Ma Xiaoxiao didn’t recognize Zhang Ling. Who would care about the appearance of a canteen employee.
Ma Xiaoxiao froze when she saw a woman opening the door. Then she looked at the shoe cabinet at the door. In addition to a few pairs of men’s shoes, there were also two pairs of pink slippers, which seemed to be for girls.
My eyes turned red again, and Ma Xiaoxiao didn’t know what kind of mood she was in. She was a little angry, a little depressed, and more of an impulse.
The girl pushed Zhang Ling away who was blocking the door and rushed in. She saw two men sitting on the sofa in the living room, one of whom was not Locke.
“Classmate Locke, you, you, you have a girlfriend?!” Ma Xiaoxiao said excitedly like a little wife who caught her cheating husband.
Seeing this, Locke’s face turned bitter. He was really afraid of this girl.
After being caught by Locke, not only was he not tortured, but Zhang Zong, who was sitting here enjoying his meal, looked back and forth at Locke and Ma Xiaoxiao several times. As a modern man, things about this senior immediately flashed through his mind. Speculations of love affairs.
Old cow eats young grass? Caught an adulterer in the room?
Zhang Xun hurriedly picked up the bowl of rice and looked at his nose, his nose and mouth. He was not able to get involved in a fight of this level.
Up to now, the only person who knows that Locke’s real age is not a twenty-year-old young man is Zhang Xun.
How is it possible for a twenty-year-old powerful person in the foundation building stage?
Reminiscent of the record in the classics about the 220-year lifespan of monks in the foundation-building period, Zhang Zhen concluded that this senior Luo might be an old guy who had lived for more than a hundred years.
Not to mention more than a hundred years ago, it was not even seventy years since the founding of the People’s Republic of China.
Zhang Zeng’s matter was none of his business, and Locke couldn’t care less about Zhang Ling’s surprise. He was worried about how to deal with this little girl.
How about just modifying her memory?
As soon as he had this idea, Locke shook his head. He could feel that there were at least fifteen natives staring around his house, and even sniper rifles were set up on the roof of the building next door.
If he didn’t know some knowledge about military weapons in this plane, Locke could see that the safety on those weapons was not turned on, and he would have thought that he had been exposed.
It seems that these people are protecting Ma Xiaoxiao.
This girl’s status is not low, and Locke felt that the people protecting her were very similar to the soldiers he had broken into the military camp before.
“This is my nanny.” Locke pointed at Zhang Ling and said.
“This is my cousin.” Locke pointed at Zhang Xun who was there grabbing food.
After hearing this, Zhang Ling’s expression didn’t change much, and Zhang Xun almost spit out the rice in one mouthful.
Both he and Locke looked to be in their twenties, but he looked older anyway. Even if it was nonsense, he should still say that he was his cousin.
Zhang Zong did not have the guts to expose Locke to his face. He did not stand motionless at the door like the dull Zhang Ling. Instead, he put down his job and said in a kind tone, “You are my cousin’s classmate, right?” I heard my cousin mentioned you. Have you eaten? Why don’t you come over and have something to eat?”
Zhang Yong’s life experience of more than thirty years was laid out there. This emergency response made Locke nod his head. However, the following sentence of inviting Ma Xiaoxiao over for dinner was not to cause trouble. Locke glared at Zhang Yong and told him to stop talking.
When Locke glared at him, Zhang Zong shrank his neck and stopped talking. He picked up the bowl and continued to eat, looking like a starving ghost reincarnated.
Ma Xiaoxiao’s mood stabilized this time.
The acting skills of Locke and Zhang Xun are so good, one is an old fox in his forties, the other is a young fox in his thirties. Ma Xiaoxiao is only twenty years old today, so there is no way to see their flaws.
Moreover, Ma Xiaoxiao looked at Zhang Ling several times just now. Except for her slightly better skin, there was nothing special about her. Judging from her clothes, she seemed to be from the countryside, which was in line with the image of a ‘nanny’ that Locke said.
Standing here is not a problem. Ma Xiaoxiao has a relatively straight temper. He shook off his braid, changed his shoes, and actually sat next to Locke to eat.
She was relatively close to Locke. As soon as she came closer, Locke smelled the fragrance of a girl.
Brows furrowed, Locke quietly distanced himself.
It’s not him, Liu Xiahui, but him, plus the years he spent in the Deep Blue Hellfire World, he hasn’t touched a woman for more than five years, and he’s afraid that he won’t be able to control it.
Locke either doesn’t mess with women, or if he does, he will keep it from beginning to end. Whatever happens to Ma Xiaoxiao, Locke will definitely bring Ma Xiaoxiao back to the wizarding world in the future, and find ways to give her a longer lifespan to accompany him. .
But is this possible? Locke himself may not be able to go back now. As for extending the lifespan of an ordinary creature, that is even more difficult. Locke still has this self-awareness.
Ma Xiaoxiao didn’t know what Locke was thinking, but she could feel a trace of Locke’s alienation.
Hmph, since I dare to break into your home, why are you still afraid of this little difficulty?
The children who come out of the compound are very courageous and dare to do anything. They have two powerful parents behind them. As long as they don’t break the sky, someone will naturally support them.
Not only did Ma Xiaoxiao not feel distressed by Locke’s alienation this time, but she leaned even closer, just missing sitting on Locke’s lap.