He was even more cautious and careful.
To avoid offending any big shots again and ending up surrounded and killed.
anwhile.
Zhang Feng leaned against the railing of the cart and remained silent.
Because the more he spoke now, the more mistakes he would make.
After all, no matter how well he disguised himself or put on an act, his body just couldn't keep up.
This is the fundantal reason; currently, there's no way to break the stalemate with physical conditions.
Now, he can only hope that this 'down-and-out cart driver' is deeply suspicious.
Regarding this minor human 'face-to-face battle of wits',
Zhang Feng really was experiencing it for the first ti.
The hidden presence within the Golden Core world, when he rged with the statue, doesn't count.
That was when he was still young but actually had the strength to 'act mysterious'.
But here, he had to rely on bluffing and deceit, all through talking and acting deep.
Zhang Feng felt that this adventure world truly enhanced him in all aspects.
"Old man."
At this ti, although Zhang Feng didn't speak,
the bandit found sothing to say, turning his head to ask:
"Are you hungry? I have so flatbreads here."
As he spoke, he took out a few dry flatbreads from a bag beside the horse's saddle.
"I can't eat hard things," Zhang Feng said, taking a vegetable pie from his own bag.
It was actually scraps of wild vegetables mixed with a bit of flour, made into soft small buns.
The taste was indescribable because it had been in the bundle for a long ti.
But with the boiled water in the animal skin water bag, it was edible.
Here, it should be said that this ancient ti is quite good.
At least according to Zhang Feng's mory, he knows the world is rich with flowers, plants, and trees, not like ancient tis where trees were scarce, and therefore 'firewood' was scarce.
In ancient tis, wood was a heavyweight resource, very precious.
In tis of war, wood exerted more pressure on supply lines than grain.
This also made 'boiled water' very precious.
The term 'salary', also known as 'wood pay', originally referred to chopping wood and fetching water, aning to fuel fire to cook food.
Especially in so dynasties, salaries were paid in wood and charcoal.
Sotis more precious than gold and silver because sotis money can't buy wood.
Zhang Feng was well aware of these things and based on this information, concluded that the world is currently stable.
At least in the next twenty years, there wouldn't be wars between dynasties over resources.
As far as he knows, within a radius of 50,000 miles, there are six countries.
He was in the slightly southern Ling Dynasty.
Here, there were many mountains and trees, plus the emperor wished for today's abundance of resources, thus naming it so.
Anyway, from Zhang Feng's perspective, the naming didn't have a profound aning, but it was fitting.
And according to so geographical locations.
Zhang Feng knew the place wasn't anywhere on Earth, so it shouldn't have Ling Mountain.
The stories of the Great Immortal of Ling Mountain and Guests seed to have ended in that line of fate.
To be honest, Zhang Feng still missed them, but he had finished learning their craft.
When relaxed soday and his own matters were thoroughly resolved, he could go look for them in previous worlds.
In two worlds, there were true forms of them living.
Perhaps due to his advanced age, plus the body's inherent longing for old friends.
Zhang Feng indeed harbored a sense of yearning for friends.
This belongs to subconscious emotional spread, commonly known as arising from the scenery.
Now Zhang Feng finds the basic reason for his emotional fluctuation quite quickly.
With the perfection of Divinity Transformation.
All feelings of Zhang Feng were being replenished, nearing the 'all-feeling' in omniscience and omnipotence.
This ans, even if there were any heart demons in the future, he could swiftly identify the 'trigger point' and then treat it accordingly.
That's the system Zhang Feng is currently developing, with no more 'internal' flaws.
Epheral emotions can be structured like forr spiritual qi, with no fatal points.
...
Leisurely sitting in the carriage.
Along the way thereafter, Zhang Feng noticed the bandit said nothing and didn't probe indirectly.
On the contrary, the bandit humd a folk song of this world, then earnestly drove the carriage.
This continued until the town's gates revealed in front of them.
The bandit then turned with a smile and said to Zhang Feng, "Old man, we've reached the town."
"Thank you." Zhang Feng, having arrived here, knew he was basically safe for now.
Unless the bandit wanted to act in front of ten or so soldiers outside the gates.
However, it wasn't impossible since these soldiers patrolling the gates only had a Constitution between 30~40.
If the bandit acted, they wouldn't be able to stop him and would be defenseless.
The imbalance of power in a high-level adventure world was vividly showcased at this mont.
Official personnel and people from the martial world could no longer be equated.
His current inaction was only due to the bandit's caution, unwilling to stir trouble, instead of inability.
Zhang Feng, being a person of the martial world, understood the affairs therein, thus did not show any relief of 'finally being saved'.
To avoid the bandit realizing he truly had no background, which might lead to sudden murder for plundering.
anwhile.
Zhang Feng's thoughts were indeed correct.
The bandit was truly constantly observing Zhang Feng's deanor, trying to see if Zhang Feng was bluffing.
Faced with this maddening 'battle of wits', Zhang Feng, although sowhat helpless, could only act out the deanor the bandit feared.
'When have I ever endured such a battle of wits?' Zhang Feng felt his head itch, but it wasn't from brain growth.
It was due to his inherent senility, combined with various arrangents along the way, and the progress projections concerning knowledge and martial arts.
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