Code Farmer Cultivation

Then his eyes flickered slightly, and finally said nothing.

After saying that, the old beggar decisively stretched out his right hand, turned his palm into a knife, and chopped off his left hand.

During this process, he just gritted his teeth with a pale complexion.

"The junior will not bother the senior."

After saying that, the old beggar bowed his head and saluted, then staggered away.

Zhang Deming saw that the other party really hurt himself, and once again glanced at the old beggar's clothes without making any traces, did he really think too much?

Shaking his head, looking at the back of the other party, Zhang Deming said indifferently: "This is a chaotic, chivalrous, old-fashioned and warm-hearted thing. Before you act, it's better to keep your eyes open.

No matter how bad you are, if your eyes are not good enough, you should ask others if you need it before you act.

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

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

The figure of the old beggar paused, without turning his head, he said: "What the senior taught me, the junior will remember."

After saying that, he had come to the stairs and went upstairs.

Looking at the old man who left, Zhang Deming didn't feel that the little boy was wrong. He planned to punish him, but it might not leave permanent disabilities, which is a little less extreme.

In this world, the difference between immortals and mortals is deeply rooted. Yi Huaihai's handling is a normal reaction after being offended by mortals, which should be considered good.

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

If he didn't personally feel that Yi Huaihai's handling was a little extreme, he wouldn't even hesitate, or at the end, open his mouth to say those words to the old beggar.

Is coercion out of good intentions counted as coercion?

This matter, even in the previous life, was a controversial philosophical issue. In this world, there is also a different tone of immortality.

And Zhang Deming has always made conclusions based on his own ideas.

Moreover, his white cloud and green shirt, in the secular world of Tianlingmen, represented many things.

Even on the surface, the old beggar seemed to really not know.

But when you are away from home, it is not wrong to have more hearts for those who take the initiative to come together.

He is not a person who thinks in simple terms, he has always held a hesitant attitude towards 'Hong Qigong' and so on.

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

By the way, can chopping off the internal force of the hand to stop the bleeding really keep the blood from dripping?

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

Then he shook his head, why bother so much, anyway, it's none of his business, he can't be involved in truth or falsehood.

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

In such a weird reversal, Liuzhou martial arts masters suddenly self-mutilated, calling a young man and a baby a senior, and the atmosphere in the hall was once weird.

However, because of this incident, there was no one who had malicious intentions before and played against Zhang Deming and the others.

"Boss lady." Zhang Deming greeted.

Following Zhang Deming's call, the shopkeeper and the proprietress who were hiding behind the counter shouted.

They both wanted the other party to go out to receive these two evil stars, but in the end the proprietress seemed to be a little more daring, she stepped forward with a dry smile and said, "Um, hey, what can Mr. Xiaolang do for you?"

Zhang Deming said lightly: "Change another table."

The proprietress paused and said with a smile, "That's great!"

Having said that, he quickly started packing up.

During the waiting process, many so-called martial arts people who were eating in the living room were secretly looking at Mr. Zhang Deming.

Zhang Deming didn't seem to realize that, with his current strength, if he really came to join the martial arts world, one rivers and lakes would obviously not be enough for him to fight.

Before the spiritual shield is learned, a few innate warriors occasionally appear, and there may be a chance to come back.

But after learning the spiritual shield, the opponent is obviously unable to break through the defense, so in Zhang Deming's eyes, there is not much difference between these martial artists and ordinary people.

After a while, 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 it, this time he also invited the little boy to eat together.

From time to time while eating, he looked at the other party. Judging by his precocious appearance, this child should have a lot of stories.

But Zhang Deming didn't inquire about it, the two just met by chance, because they are of the same way, and they will be from the same school in the future, and they just had a meal together.

After eating slowly, he casually dropped an ingot of gold.

"Small, young gentleman, this is too much to find." The proprietress looked at the ingot of gold anxiously, and did not dare to reach out to take it.

"Remember the account first, is my room ready?" Zhang Deming asked.

The proprietress immediately nodded and said, "It's ready, Tianzi No. [-] room, do you need hot water?"

On this hot day, seeing Zhang Deming's behavior, she asked instinctively.

Zhang Deming nodded, and replied: "You don't need too hot water, it's slightly warmer than well water, as long as it doesn't bite your bones."

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

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

Although the inn is remote, it is barely not bad.

Zhang Deming lay in the huge wooden bathtub, a little relaxed, thinking about what to do next.

Well, finish the task of raining first tomorrow?Let's talk about the situation?

The area of ​​a town, with his current cultivation base, needs to cast spells in different areas.

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

After making up his mind, Zhang Deming got up directly, sat on the bed, and began to recover his spiritual power. He was disturbed by the recovery before, and he almost fully recovered.

After Zhang Deming recovered his spiritual power, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Deming was awakened by a very strong sound of fighting.

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

Several martial arts figures are besieging an old beggar with a severed hand at this moment.

On the one hand, there are a large number of people and limited skill, and on the other hand, the broken hand has suffered severe trauma and profound skill.

For a while, the fight was so impressive that it was hard to tell the winner.

"Dancing around in the middle of the night. If you can't sleep, go out and feed the wolves. Let me hear a little movement. I don't guarantee that you will see the sun tomorrow."

With a strong bed atmosphere, Zhang Deming yelled at the people below, then turned around and closed the door heavily.

Chapter 56 The Shrew Wife and the Rat Husband

The people fighting below seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and each of them confronted each other like that.

After a long time, after roughly confirming that Zhang Deming had fallen asleep, each of them let out a long sigh of relief.

The old beggar pondered for a while, then turned back to the house and entered his bedroom.

"Brother, what should we do?" One of the five besieging the old beggar asked.

"What else can we do? Can we provoke a person who cut off his own arm without the courage to make Liuzhou god beggar do it?" The leader of the five said helplessly.

"However, Xiong Pu Shou and Shen Xing Gong are right in front of us. We missed such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to interrogate. If we want to obtain the unique knowledge again, it will be very difficult with our cultivation base."

"Hey, let's just keep an eye on it, no matter how good your skills are, your life doesn't matter." The leader replied like this.

"Well, listen to Big Brother." The people around greeted him.

Several people discussed in whispers, and they didn't leave the inn, and all went back to the guest room directly.

When everything was settled, the dilapidated inn and the messy hall fell silent.

After a long time, two furtive figures emerged from the door behind the counter in the living room, pushing and yelling.

The proprietress took the lead, and the shopkeeper's wife, Ai Ai, hid behind the proprietress, shrunk all over, and supported the proprietress' waist with both hands.

The two looked around for a while, and after finding everything was safe, the proprietress turned around and gave the shopkeeper a kick, kicking the unguarded opponent directly on the ground.

"Why did I go blind in the first place, and followed you as a worthless person, are you a woman or am I a mother?"

The proprietress complained, the shopkeeper got up, kept smiling apologetically, and reached out to comfort him.

Seeing this, the proprietress became even more angry, she put her hands on her hips and said, "Seeing you look so useless, I'm so angry that I don't want to get out and clean it up. Do you still wait for me to clean it up?"

"Hey, keep your voice down, calm down, I'll go, I'll go now." The shopkeeper crawled out of the counter and began to tidy up the living room.

The lady proprietress looked angrily for a moment with her hands on her hips, and saw that the thin shopkeeper was struggling to clean up the broken seats by herself.

She sighed, "What evil have I done!"

After saying that, he didn't look at it any more, and stepped forward to give the shopkeeper a glare.

The shopkeeper immediately stopped and smiled, with a gentle face.

The proprietress was full of anger, and finally had nowhere to vent it, so she could only turn around at the broken tables, chairs and stools.

"Clang..."

"Hush...be gentle, don't wake up the biggest evil spirit." The shopkeeper Rarely said a word in a heavy tone, and at the same time stretched out his hand to hold the proprietress.

The two of them froze for a moment, and they both breathed a sigh of relief when they didn't hear any movement from upstairs.

"Get up and drive it for me." The proprietress who came back to her senses, found that the shopkeeper was still pulling her, she pushed and shouted.

"Hey, I'll drive, I'll drive." The shopkeeper turned into the old doormat again.

Even if the proprietress is full of anger, she can't express it to such a shopkeeper.

They were a couple, one was tough and the other was as timid as a mouse, but they got along well.

It's like ordering tofu in brine, one thing for one thing.

The two carefully tidied up the inn for most of the night before re-cleaning the inn.

"Tomorrow morning, we will send that evil god away, and we will ask the government to reschedule. My mother can't stand this broken post.

You tell them who loves to guard and who will come. "The proprietress said angrily.

"Okay, okay, I'm going to apply early this morning, you should calm down and make troubles, and it will be dawn before you see it, so you can't offend that ancestor.

The ancestor was obviously a clean person, so it would be good to send him away, and it would not be in vain for us to get up in the middle of the night to clean up the mess. "The shopkeeper said soothingly.

"It's just you ghost spirit, you just have a lot of ghost ideas. If you want me to say, it should be the same as usual, just messing around like this.

When I woke up, I was angry, and when I saw this mess, I might just clean up those few people from last night. "The proprietress muttered.

"My daughter-in-law, I got angry when I got up, such an ancestor, where can you point and hit?

If we're not careful, maybe our couple will be dealt with, and we will have no place to cry when we want to.

Let's honestly treat this ancestor like a giant Buddha, carefully enshrine it, and send it out with peace of mind. "

"Okay, okay, I just listen to you, look at your wretched bear like a mouse." The proprietress looked disgusted, but there was not much disgust in her eyes.

"Hey, I will change it in the future, I will definitely change it in the future, and I will make you look good." The shopkeeper smiled apologetically.

The two murmured, entered the room, changed out in a moment, and started a new day's work.

……

Early in the morning, Zhang Deming got up and started punching in the yard outside the inn. The child he met yesterday had disappeared.

In the lobby and upstairs of the inn, all those who are associated with martial arts people, without exception, watched Zhang Deming's movements and carefully comprehended them.

The five people who did it last night are now gathered together.

"Brother, what kind of advanced boxing technique is this? Why do I look at it...is it all a show?" One person asked in confusion.

"I also think it's gimmicky when I look at it. It doesn't have much lethality?" Another person asked doubtfully.

"I think, this is a bit more fake than the fake tricks of juggling in the street?" said one person again.

"Perhaps... is it too profound, back to basics?" the leader said.