Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 55 In the Inn

Seeing the confused look on the other party's face, Zhang Deming shook his head.

It seemed that he really didn't know him, and maybe he was overthinking it. At this moment, the little boy Yi Huaihai, who had always had a cold face, said, "Senior brother, don't talk nonsense to such a person."

After saying that, he turned to look at the old beggar and said, "My principles are a little different from others.

I like to look at things from an angle or perspective. From my point of view, I don’t think I need your help. You eat and drink for no reason and have a bad attitude. You should be killed!

It turns out that what you just ate was decapitation rice.

But you added such a big explanation, I thought about it and asked for your hand.

This is a warning to you. As a mortal, when you meddle in your own business in the future, you must at least see your identity before doing anything. Our food is not something you can afford casually. "

When Zhang Deming heard this, he looked at Yi Huaihai in surprise. This perspective and thinking mode was quite to his liking. Of course, it was just a way of thinking, and a way of doing things... it was a bit too extreme.

"Little baby, I..."

Yi Huaihai raised his head with a devilish smile, and the old beggar's words stuck in his mouth.

Yi Huaihai's eyes flickered at this moment, staring coldly at the old beggar.

Seeing the light in Yi Huaihai's eyes, the old beggar was stunned.

With his status in the world, he still knows a lot about the legends of immortals. Although he has never experienced it, he clearly knows how powerful it is.

Yi Huaihai looked at the old man's expression and said, "It seems that although you don't recognize Senior Brother's clothes, you are at least somewhat knowledgeable. Do you want me to take action?"

The old beggar had a bitter look on his face, and hesitated for a moment as his expression changed, but an unusually calm cold light shone deep in his eyes. In the end, he explained nothing more and said, "I won't bother you two seniors, I'll do it myself."

Zhang Deming frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment. He was about to speak, but he accidentally glanced at a corner of the old beggar's undershirt.

Um?

Are you really a master beggar? This fabric...?

Then his eyes flickered slightly, and he finally said nothing.

After the old beggar finished speaking, he decisively stretched out his right hand, turned his palm into a knife, and cut off his left hand directly.

During this process, he just looked pale and clenched his teeth.

"Juniors will not disturb seniors."

After saying this, the old beggar lowered his head, saluted, and staggered away.

When Zhang Deming saw that the other party had actually committed suicide, he glanced at the old beggar's clothes again without leaving any trace. Was he really overthinking this?

Shaking his head, looking at the other party's back, Zhang Deming said calmly: "This man is a gangster, chivalrous, ancient, and so on. It's better to keep your eyes open before taking action.

If that doesn't help, if your eyes are not good enough, just ask others if they need it before you act.

From the perspective of many people, the so-called being forced to do chivalry is not much better than those who stare at us.

Otherwise, you will lose your life sooner or later. "

The old beggar paused and said without looking back: "Senior taught me a lesson, and I will remember it."

After saying that, he had already arrived at the stairs and headed upstairs.

Looking at the old man leaving, Zhang Deming didn't think the little boy was wrong. He originally planned to punish him, but it might not leave him permanently disabled, so it was a little less extreme.

In this world, the difference between immortals and mortals is deeply rooted. Yi Huaihai's treatment is a normal reaction after being offended by mortals. This should be pretty good. Not to mention Yi Huaihai, he has lived in his own sect for so many years, and after coming out, he clearly felt the change in his mentality!

Of course, he won't comment on the current results. Everyone has different values. Besides, he is just a table-sharer, that's all!

If he hadn't personally felt that Yi Huaihai's handling was a little extreme, he wouldn't have even hesitated or said those words to the old beggar in the end.

Does coercion with good intentions count as coercion?

This matter, even in the previous life, was a controversial philosophical issue. In this world, there is also a tone of distinction between immortals and mortals.

Zhang Deming has always made decisions based on his own ideas.

Moreover, his white clouds and green shirt represent many things in the world of the Heavenly Spirit Sect.

Even on the surface, the old beggar seemed to really have no idea.

But when you are away from home, there is nothing wrong with being a bit cautious towards people who come to you.

He is not a person who thinks simply. He has always been hesitant about Hong Qigong.

Moreover, this hesitation was amplified by Zhang Deming himself because of the problem with the inner fabric that he just discovered.

By the way, is it really possible to cut off the hand and stop the bleeding without bleeding?

Zhang Deming frowned slightly, looked at the ground, and recalled that the wound just now seemed to have been quickly covered by the other party.

Then he shook his head and said, why do you care so much? It's none of his business anyway, and it doesn't involve him whether it's true or not.

In the entire hall, few people noticed the glimmer in Dao Yi Huaihai's eyes.

In such a strange reversal, Liuzhou's martial arts leader suddenly mutilated himself and called a young man and a little kid his senior. The atmosphere in the hall was once weird.

However, because of this incident, there was no one who had bad intentions before, and there was no one who had any plans to take advantage of Zhang Deming and his group.

"Boss lady." Zhang Deming greeted.

Following Zhang Deming's call, the shopkeeper and the proprietress hiding behind the counter started shoving and yelling.

Everyone wanted the other party to go out to receive these two evil stars. In the end, the landlady seemed to be bolder, and stepped forward with a dry smile: "Um, hey, do you have any orders for me?"

Zhang Deming said calmly: "Let's change the table."

The landlady paused and said with a smile: "Okay!"

After saying that, he quickly started to pack it up.

While waiting, many so-called martial arts people eating in the living room were looking at Zhang Deming in a vague way.

Zhang Deming seemed unaware that with his current strength, if he really came to join the martial arts world, the world would obviously not be enough for him.

Before the psychic shield is learned, several Innate Martial Artists may appear occasionally, and there may be a chance to make a comeback.

But after learning the spiritual shield, the opponent obviously cannot break through the defense. Therefore, in Zhang Deming's eyes, these martial arts people are not much different from ordinary people.

A moment later, the same dish was served again.

Because Zhang Deming only asked for a change, the proprietress did not dare to change the menu without authorization.

Zhang Deming didn't care about this either. This time he also invited the little boy to eat with him.

While eating, he looked at each other from time to time. Judging from his precocious appearance, this child must have a lot of stories to tell.

However, Zhang Deming didn't ask about it. The two of them just met by chance, because they were in the same profession, and they would be from the same school in the future, so they just had a meal together.

After finishing the meal slowly, he casually dropped a piece of gold.

"Xiao, Xiaolangjun, there are too many to find." The proprietress looked at the ingot of gold anxiously and did not dare to reach out to take it.

"Let's keep the account first. Is my room ready?" Zhang Deming asked.

The landlady nodded immediately and said: "It's ready. Emperor's Room No. 1. Do you need to prepare hot water?"

On this hot day, looking at Zhang Deming's behavior, she asked completely instinctively.

Zhang Deming nodded and replied: "You don't need too hot water. It's slightly warmer than well water and not harsh to the bone."

After running for a day, Zhang Deming felt a little uncomfortable even though the outer disciple clothes he wore had a certain cleaning effect and he really needed to wash them.

Immediately, Zhang Deming got up and went upstairs. After eating, Yi Huaihai sat there alone, looking out the window quietly, lost in thought for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although the inn is remote, it is still pretty good.

Zhang Deming was lying in the huge wooden bathtub, relaxing a little, thinking about what to do next.

Well, have you completed the rain task as soon as possible tomorrow? Or should we say it depends on the situation?

In an area of ​​​​a town, with his current cultivation level, he needs to cast spells in different areas.

Forget it, I will make a decision after careful exploration and consideration when I arrive.

After making up his mind, Zhang Deming stood up directly, sat on the bed, and began to recover his spiritual power. The recovery was interrupted before, and he was almost full.

After a while, Zhang Deming recovered his spiritual power and fell asleep directly on the bed.

At midnight, Zhang Deming was awakened by a strong sound of fighting.

With eyes dazed, he got up and opened the room, only to find that the outside was already a mess.

Several martial arts people were currently surrounding an old beggar with a severed hand.

On the one hand, there are many people and limited skills, and on the other hand, the broken hand has suffered serious trauma and the skills are deep.

For a time, the fight turned out to be very lively and it was hard to tell the winner.

"You're dancing blindly in the middle of the night. You can't sleep and go out to feed the wolves. If you let me hear any noise, I can't guarantee that you will be able to see the sun tomorrow."

With a strong bed breath, Zhang Deming yelled below, then turned around and closed the door tightly.

(End of chapter)