Chapter 283 Okay, Old Huang

Looking at the old Taoist in front of him, Zhang Liang's eyes suddenly opened!

"It's you! Old... Immortal Master!"

Zhang Liang exclaimed in great surprise.

"Master Immortal, can you give me another copy of the book that day!"

This couldn't help him not being excited, he took the first volume of the heavenly book in his hand, and the more he read it, the more he felt astonished as a heavenly man!

He himself has also improved greatly.

Whenever I think of that encounter with the old man, I regret it.

Now, the other party actually appeared in front of him again!

He must not let go of this opportunity!

"Well, there is only one chance to read that day."

The old Taoist bowed his head back.

Hearing this, Zhang Liang didn't hesitate at all, and knelt down on the ground anxiously on his knees.

This scene stunned everyone around.

In Daqin, even if you meet the emperor, you don't have to bow on your knees!

Zhang Liang didn't care about those strange gazes around him, he only had old ways in his eyes at this moment.

He said very sincerely,

"What happened last time was because I didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and offended the immortal master."

"No matter how the immortal master punishes, I will never complain!"

"I just ask the immortal master to give me advice!"

The old Taoist looked at Zhang Liang, and the frown on his face became more and more tight.

"When the Heavenly Book is gone, it is gone. The old Taoist is telling you, you should leave Xianyang now."

"Otherwise there will be a bloody disaster in a few days."

Hearing this, Zhang Liang trembled all over, this time he dared not believe what the other party said!

"Fairy Master,

Zhang Liang always listened to the immortal master, and only asked the immortal master to let Liang serve him around. "

Zhang Liang said without giving up.

He knew that the other party was his rare opportunity!

The old man shook his head,

"The old Taoist has already said what should be said last time, but you can go south."

"Forget it, but the old man can't talk to you here."

"Let's go."

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he slipped away and disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

"Fairy Master!"

Zhang Liang wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare, he could only watch helplessly as the other party left.

After the other party left, Zhang Liang stood up and said to the guards beside him,

"Go and call the son over."

Since the old Taoist refused to let him go, then naturally he had his reasons.

At this time, Han Cheng, who was chatting happily with Zhao Lang, naturally did not wait for Zhang Liang, but only waited for the guards.

"There is something wrong with the caravan, let me go back quickly?"

Han Cheng frowned and listened to the guard's report.

His caravan was also supported by those Korean survivors.

This is the capital of his troubles, and there really can't be any problems.

With some pity, he said to Zhao Lang,

"Girl Lang, I have something to do, I need to go first."

"We'll get in touch later. If you have anything to do, you can send someone here to contact me."

Han Cheng carefully left an address for Zhao Lang, and then whispered,

"You can go here and don't let the Qin people know, or we will be in danger."

Zhao Lang nodded.

See, this is a genuine way to invite people.

He couldn't help thinking of those who said they would come to play when they were free, but didn't even give them an address.

Remember the address well, and we can arrange to go there tomorrow to see if it is true or not.

Find a way to get in, of course, the main thing is to care about other people's well-being.

There is no need to express this kind of concern to others.

Friends, everything is in the heart.

"Mr. Han, the journey is smooth!"

Zhao Lang sent the other party downstairs, and said very sincerely.

Hearing the sincerity in the words, Han Cheng was slightly moved,

"Thank you, Young Master Lang, we will definitely meet again sometime!"

After speaking, he followed the guards and left with some reluctance.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Zhao Lang said to Tianyi,

"People who are optimistic about this store."

He was going to follow up, and when he met the descendants of King Han, he had to feel the strength behind him no matter what.

Just as he was about to set off, a figure suddenly bumped into him from the side. Zhao Lang casually turned sideways and avoided it.

The opponent fell directly to the ground.

"Ouch! Who pushed me!"

The one who bumped over was a big man with a small gash in his face, bleeding.

But it's not a big problem.

Zhao Lang ignored the other party and was about to leave directly. At this moment, another figure appeared.

Seeing the other party, Zhao Lang's eyes narrowed involuntarily.

He knew this person, the old Taoist in Liaodong.

"Hey, the old Taoist has already said that you have a bloody disaster today."

The old Taoist said to the big man with a smile.

The big man was a little annoyed when he heard it, and he wanted to do something when he saw the old man in front of him.

Kicked out by Zhao Lang, he got up and wanted to report to the police.

But then he was hit on the face by a small gold particle, and immediately grabbed the small gold particle and disappeared without a trace.

"Old Dao, long time no see."

Zhao Lang greeted with a smile.

He didn't need to look at Han Cheng and the others, they would have left long ago after such a fuss.

He always felt that this seasoned timing was too coincidental.

The old man also smiled and greeted Zhao Lang,

"Yeah, long time no see."

But those eyes looked around restlessly.

Zhao Lang saw it in his eyes and said lightly,

"If you dare to run, I dare to kill."

The old Daoist was stunned for a moment, watched Zhao Lang swallow his saliva, and said embarrassingly,

"Young man, why are you so murderous..."

Zhao Lang returned,

"You made me lose someone, and it happened that you came to replace me."

The old Taoist said with a bit of laziness,

"Old Daoist, I have no money, only a tattered skin, what do you want him for?"

Zhao Lang sized up the old man, and with a bit of sincerity,

"You are a hundred catties, and it's not bad to feed the dog."

Even though the old Taoist thought he was neither happy nor angry, he couldn't help but get a little angry when he heard this, but when he saw the sincerity in Zhao Lang's eyes, he became numb.

"Forget it, this is old fashioned wrong."

"The old Taoist will not tell the fortune-telling today, so as not to hurt God."

"I'll show you some opportunities. You are going to participate in the Mohist puzzle solving now. It's still too late. There will be your benefits in it."

"Don't go, you will regret it."

At this moment, two choices appeared in front of him,

"One, choose to go, and reward the Mohist secret technique."

"Second, choose not to go, and reward elementary physics."

Looking at the two options, Zhao Lang was slightly taken aback.

The first choice of the Mohist secret technique.

According to Zhao Lang's estimation, he should be the one who can take this opportunity to solve the riddle, wouldn't he know the secret art of the Mohist family?

For Daqin, the secret techniques of the Mohists are naturally extremely mysterious and secretive.

But compared with elementary physics, this necessary basic subject, it is a little bit worse.

Again, Zhao Lang knows a lot of physics principles, but asking him to teach others systematically would be to mislead others.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Lang chose the second place and didn't go.

"I'm not interested in solving the puzzles of the Mohists, but I'm more interested in you, the old Taoist."

"Old man, just follow me honestly, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

The old man sighed,

"The old Tao has no name and no surname. If you want to ask, just call the old Tao Huangshi."

"Oh, old Huang."

The old Daoist's lips trembled slightly. This old Huang sounded a little strange, and said,

"The old man is called Huangshi."

"Understood, Old Huang."

"Yellowstone."

"Okay, Old Huang."