Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 126 Waste (for subscription)

"There's nothing I can't say. I saved a little beggar before and gave him a steamed bun when he was about to starve to death. Maybe it was for repayment. He taught me how to make "balls," Jiang said. Dacheng turned the money given by Dianzhangjing and said.

   "Beggar? Where is he now?" Zhang Jing looked directly at the shopkeeper, as if he had discovered something.

   "The beggar has been in poor health, it seems that he has some kind of disease, and he died within a few days after teaching me the method of "meat balls," Jiang Dacheng sighed.

   "Dead?" Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes.

   "Where is the body buried?"

   "Later, the body was burned by someone organized by the government. Why, do you know this person?" Jiang Dacheng asked.

   "It may be a friend of mine. Did he say anything strange before he died?" Zhang Jing raised his eyebrows when he heard that the body was burned.

   "Uh, I can't remember this, after all, it's been more than a year," Jiang Dacheng shook his head.

  Zhang Jing nodded: "Thank you very much."

  He can't remember, but Zhang Jing can already figure it out, it must be a national curse.

"The little beggar was buried in a bamboo forest ten miles south of the city. I even erected a monument for him. Anyway, it was his idea that my business improved. Unfortunately, when I arrived (liao), I don't know his name." He never said anything," the shopkeeper sighed slightly, as if feeling sorry for him.

Afterwards, the shopkeeper left. When he knew that Zhang Jing was a friend of the little beggar, the shopkeeper returned the money that Zhang Jing had just given him to Zhang Jing. "I have already earned a lot.

   After resting for a while, Zhang Jing left here,

  Go to the bamboo forest mentioned by the shopkeeper just now, no matter what, the little beggar is very likely to be his senior.

but,

  It may be bad luck, actually wearing,

   Another world is not the same as this world, maybe a small wind and cold in this world can kill him.

   "Erba, what did you do with this? Why is there such a big hole?" The shopkeeper finally discovered the hole that Zhang Jing had stepped on.

  Before, it may have been blocked by Zhang Jing inadvertently, so the shopkeeper didn't see it, and the servant was even more afraid to speak.

   "Ah, I don't know, is it left by the guest just now?" The boy looked innocent.

  Jiang Dacheng frowned and looked at the pit on the ground. This pit cannot be stepped out by ordinary people.

  He guessed that the person who inquired about the little beggar was probably a master of true energy,

  He still knows a little about the world.

  Jiang Dacheng breathed a sigh of relief belatedly. If he didn't answer well just now, would that person kill him?

   It may be that when the little beggar died, the true energy that inadvertently infiltrated shook the ground out of a hole. The more Jiang Dacheng thought about it, the more frightened he became.

   "Hurry up and find someone to repair this place," Jiang Dacheng said to Erwa beside him.

   "Hey, hey."

   Zhang Jing bought some wine and vegetables.

  He is full, but this senior is still hungry,

   No matter how you say it, it's a "fellow townsman", so you can't starve him.

  Although Zhang Jing is not completely sure whether it is, but,

who cares,

  It doesn't matter if it is or not, it's dead anyway.

   After a lot of effort, Zhang Jing finally found the little beggar's grave.

  This place is not alone for little beggars, it is actually more like a mass grave, with mounds everywhere.

   What's inside those mounds, naturally, I don't have to think about it.

   Zhang Jing still sighed a little, the government of Zheng State is quite conscientious, and they buried it when they knew they were dead.

   However, it is more likely to be afraid of causing the plague.

  Especially when it is hot, it is easy to rot, and the smell can go far away as soon as it wafts.

  The little beggar may be the only one with a monument here,

  The material of the stele is not very good, but it is much better than nothing, and the boss of the meatball soup still has a conscience.

  Zhang Jing brought wine and meat to the tombstone of the little beggar,

   There is indeed no name, and there are only a few words on it, "The Tomb of the Little Beggar."

   Zhang Jing put the dishes on the ground, picked up the wine and spilled it on the ground.

   "I don't know if you are my fellow villager, let's just say you are," Zhang Jing took a sip of wine into his mouth.

   Zhang Jing looked at the tombstone, thousands of words were finally reduced to one sentence, "Trash, really embarrassing us traversers."

  After that, Zhang Jing turned around and left. He didn't know him, so what else could he say?

   Maybe this time I came here on a whim.

   Or just for fun.

   Zhang Jing himself doesn’t know these things, but he still has a lot to say.

  For example, talk about how you got here,

   For example, compare him with gold fingers and the like.

  However, Zhang Jing feels that even if he is a time traveler, he may not have any golden fingers, otherwise, he would not be so miserable.

   Die at the beginning, who can stand it.

  Even if it is Zhang Jing, at the beginning, he got a few little guys for him.

   Otherwise, I really can't get along.

  Whether this little beggar is right or not, there is no point in talking about it now, after all, he is dead.

   Still died miserably, died of illness.

   Zhang Jing held a bottle of wine in his hand, and poured a few sips into his mouth from time to time,

  This kind of wine is also drunk as a drink.

  …

   Zhang Jing, who returned to Yancheng, did not immediately go to the trouble of Zhu Laojiu,

   After several days of fast horse running, Zhang Jing was already exhausted, so Zhang Jing simply found an inn to rest.

   This time, it is best to find Zhu Laojiu, everyone is happy, of course, this joy excludes Zhu Laojiu.

   Can't find it, Zhang Jing has nothing to lose,

  After all, this trip is not for him.

  The Wei family is his target this time.

   When I see Wei Wuxian again, I don’t know what his expression will be, Zhang Jing is looking forward to it.

  Also, Wei Zheng, the second son of the Wei family also left a deep impression on Zhang Jing.

  Wei Wuxian said that Wei Zheng was abolished, but Zhang Jing didn't know if it was true. After all, it was just Wei Wuxian's casual remark. Whether it is true or not remains to be verified.

  Wei Zheng and Zhang Jing are old friends, and they even helped him a little,

   If he was really alive, Zhang Jing might be able to fulfill his little wish.

   For example, choose how to die!

   Zhang Jing had already spotted murderous intent in Wei Zheng's eyes,

  It may be to keep a secret, or it may be because he deeply hates Zhang Jing for threatening him.

  I don’t care about these chapters, as long as you are hostile to yourself, why do you know so much?

   Just kill it directly.

   Zhang Jing actually guessed how the killing of Wei Yan was exposed.

  But after thinking about several possibilities, I feel something is wrong.

   Of course, Zhang Jing did not regret killing Wei Yan.

   Rather, I hope that when I do this kind of thing next time, there will be fewer flaws.

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