Chapter 1639 The Down and Out Third Young Master of the Wang Family

Nine Layers of Dragon Sky, Western Regions!

This is an extremely desolate area, and most of the time there are no people for miles around, and even some lone thieves have never been interested in this place, because there is no oil or water in this place at all.

In this desolate area, there is a small village, and a small river flows along the village, adding a bit of vitality to this remote village.

clap clap clap...

A boy about fifteen or sixteen years old stood by the river and threw stones into the river boredly, making the sound of stone flakes floating across the river from time to time.

This young man looks rather ugly, with protruding ears, sunken nose, huge lips, and protruding forehead like a birthday peach. If some ordinary children saw it, they might be frightened and cry out loud.

"Sigh... the exercise that my cousin secretly gave me has been practiced for three full months, but there is still no improvement. It seems that I, Wang Zilang, really have nothing to do with cultivation!"

After the ugly boy threw a stone again, he withdrew his palm, as if he had performed some kind of kung fu technique, but he couldn't help muttering to himself after not seeing the slightest pulse from his palm.

This young man is called Wang Zilang. In fact, his background is quite noble. He is not a native of this village called Wuhuang, but the third young master of the Wang family in Yulong City, which is about hundreds of miles away.

It's a pity that Wang Zilang has been judged to be congenitally out of pulse since the day he was born, and it is a special kind of congenitally out of pulse, it is impossible to cultivate a single thread of energy.

Among the families of Jiuchong Longxiao, it doesn't matter if you look a little ugly, as long as you have a strong cultivation talent, who would dare to talk about your appearance?

But when a majestic third young master of the Wang family can neither cultivate meridian qi, but also looks so ugly, the situation is completely different.

Just like the Lingwan of the Zhao family in Qianlong Continent back then, because it would turn into a meat ball from time to time, it was regarded as a monster by the relatives of the Zhao family. In the end, even his own biological father and biological brother had to put him under deadly.

The situation of Wang Zilang is better than that of Ling Wan. When he was an adult and still hadn't cultivated his energy, he was sent directly to Wuhuang Village. The third young master of the dignified Wang family actually fell here.

In fact, it is also because the Wang family of Yulong City is not the only one of Wang Zilang's lineage, and there are both internal and external troubles. Who would care about such a waste who can't cultivate?

For Wang Zilang, this is undoubtedly a relief. The so-called seeing is not seeing, the farther you are from those snobbish royal family members, maybe you don't have to suffer more humiliation, right?

However, Wang Zilang never gave up hope. He has been changing his exercises over the years, to see if there is any kind of exercise that can miraculously cultivate his pulse.

However, the wish is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. During the period of being sent to Wuhuang City, Wang Zilang changed several exercises, but he was still only disappointed.

Three months ago, a cousin from the second room of the Wang family sent Wang Zilang an exercise that was quite suitable for beginners, which made him excited for several days.

It's a pity that after three months, Wang Zilang has fully grasped the operation route of this exercise, but there is still no sign of pulse in his body.

Even if Wang Zilang knew that such a disease as congenital out of veins could already be called terminally ill in mainland China, yet another disappointment still made him quite melancholy, and he didn't even want to go back to the village.

"Huh? What's that?"

Just when Wang Zilang was feeling extremely depressed, his eyes suddenly turned, and he murmured, and then a figure like a floating corpse appeared in the river as far as he could see.

Gudoo!

Just when Wang Zilang thought that it might be a corpse that accidentally drowned upstream, he suddenly saw an inconspicuous blister appearing in front of the head of the "corpse".

"Is it still alive?"

Although Wang Zilang didn't have pulse qi cultivation, his eyes were still very good, and he also knew that if it was really a dead body, it would definitely not be able to breathe, and it would be impossible to create blisters.

Even if the blisters might be a coincidence, it was spit out by a big fish at the bottom of the river, but Wang Zilang was kind-hearted, so he decided to fish up the corpse first and have a look.

Wang Zilang wandered around, ran to a short distance and dragged a long pole, then exhausted all his strength, and panting, he pulled the corpse to the shore.

When Wang Zilang dragged his wet body to the shore, he was already out of breath. After all, he was only a young man, and he had no pulse to support him. It took a lot of effort.

"It's... really not dead!"

After taking a few deep breaths, Wang Zilang finally put his hand on the man's nose, and when he didn't feel breathing, he pressed his neck veins again.

And when Wang Zilang sensed the indistinct beating, he jumped up as if he was frightened, secretly thinking that this guy was really lucky, he didn't know how long he was floating in the water, but he didn't drown. It was nothing short of a miracle.

"You look a few years older than me, and you seem to be a miserable person!"

Wang Zilang sized up the half-dead body, and when he saw that this was just a handsome young man wearing coarse clothes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy.

So Wang Zilang stretched out his hand without much hesitation, and after pressing the young man's abdomen for dozens of times, he spit out a big mouthful of sewage with a wow.

But even though he spit out the muddy water in his chest and abdomen, the young man in rough clothes still didn't wake up. He must have been in a coma for too long and needed a period of time to raise him.

"Wang Zilang, are you lazy again? Have you finished picking water for today?"

Just when Wang Zilang was staring at the young man in rough clothes, a familiar voice suddenly came from the direction of the village entrance, making him tremble, and looked in the direction of the sound.

After looking at it, he saw an extremely thick figure walking quickly, he looked about twenty years old, with a sloppy face, he didn't look like a good person at first glance.

"Brother Hu, I saved a person in the river, so I was delayed!"

Seeing that stout figure approaching quickly, Wang Zilang naturally wouldn't say that he felt melancholy, he was stunned by the river for a while, and he could only blame the guy he picked up from the river for the reason.

Snapped!

Who would have thought that just as Wang Zilang said a word, a whip was eaten on his face. It turned out that the burly Hu Ge swung his right hand lightly, and the long whip in his hand slapped Wang Zilang's face like a spirit snake. Immediately, a bloodstain appeared.

This burly man named Brother Hu is named Zeng Lianhu, and his father is the village chief of Wuhuang Village. It is worth mentioning that although Wuhuang Village is extremely remote, the village chief, father and son, are genuine cultivator.

Wuhuang Village belongs to Yulong City hundreds of miles away, and the village head, Zeng Changshou, was originally a servant of the Wang family. Because of his ability, he was sent to take charge of Wuhuang Village.

When they were in the Wang family, Zeng's father and son did not dare to do anything to Wang Zilang, the third young master of the Wang family, but when Wang Zilang was an adult, he had no energy, and after being sent down by the family to Wuhuang Village, they became a little unscrupulous.

A good-for-nothing young master abandoned by the family is probably worse than some branch clansmen, or even some dignified domestic slaves. In this continent, after all, strength is the most respected.

Especially here is Jiuchong Longxiao, a useless person with no cultivation base, it's okay to be born in an ordinary family, but it's a shame to be born in a prestigious family like the Wang family.

Therefore, Zeng's father and son all believed that Wang Zilang, who was born with a dead vein, would never have a chance to stand up again in his life. He changed from a former domestic slave to a superior who could bully the third young master of the Wang family at will. Father and son have always enjoyed it.

"Wang Zilang, you have to remember that you are no longer the third young master of the Wang family, but a handyman in my Wuhuang Village. If you can't finish the water today, you won't even think about eating tonight!"

Seeing that the third young master of the Wang family, who was lazy from time to time, dared to find an excuse, Zeng Lianhu immediately became unhappy. After whipping Wang Zilang, he still felt a little unfulfilled, so he sneered.

Although this Zeng Lianhu only had a spiritual level of cultivation, he was far from being able to compete with Wang Zilang, who had no cultivation level, and this was not the first time this happened, so he could only say nothing, but Form but not much action.

"Brother Hu, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, can you let me help him back to the village before carrying water?"

Wang Zilang resisted the severe pain on his face, stretched out his hand and pointed at the boy in rough clothes lying on the ground, and what he said finally made Zeng Lianhu turn his eyes to the boy.

"This half-dead guy, why save him?"

Zeng Lianhu was cold-hearted, and subconsciously wanted to fight against Wang Zilang, but just as he said it coldly, his eyes lit up, and he turned his gaze to the waist of the rough-clothed boy.

There, there was a rather gorgeous waist around the boy's waist. After seeing this waist, Zeng Lianhu immediately changed his mind, secretly thinking that this time, he might make a lot of money.

"Do you still want to eat, why don't you go fetch water?"

Zeng Lianhu suppressed the greed in his heart, then turned his head with a cold face, pointed at the bucket over there, and what he said made Wang Zilang a little embarrassed.

"Then he..."

Wang Zilang was pure and kind, and he really wanted to save people to the end. At this moment, he couldn't help thinking, even if he didn't eat at night, he had to settle the young man first.

"This guy is handed over to me, don't worry, I promise to save him!"

Seeming to be a little impatient, Zeng Lianhu waved his hand towards Wang Zilang, and impatiently carried the boy in rough clothes on his shoulders, and soon disappeared at the entrance of a distant village.