Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 349 Arranged Marriage (for subscription)

   Zhang Jing slowly came out of the secret room, and squinted his eyes when he came into contact with the sunlight on the first day of junior high school.

  The well-defined muscles on the body are somewhat reflective under the illumination.

   Fair and slightly bronzed skin, very impactful.

   "My lord," Zhang Ye lowered his head slightly and put his eyes on the ground.

   Did not dare to look directly at Zhang Jing.

   "Are you in a hurry?" Zhang Jing said lightly.

   "Go back to your lord, don't be in a hurry."

  Zhang also naturally knew what the words meant.

   It was nothing more than asking Han Qianshu if he was in a hurry.

   Zhang Jing nodded, just don't worry, after staying in the secret room for seven days, Zhang Jing still wanted to wash up.

   "Is the hot water ready?"

  Zhang also said softly:

   "It's ready."

   Zhang Jing washes up very quickly. Men generally don't like to waste time on things like taking a bath.

   Zhang Jing basically rinsed it with warm water several times, and then soaked it again to be done.

  In fact, with Zhang Jing's physique, even using ice water is nothing.

   But, it is a matter of habit.

   Zhang mirror is basically used to washing with warm water.

   After washing up, it’s time for breakfast.

   Zhang Jing basically eats breakfast whenever she wakes up early.

   There is no special case, breakfast is very simple.

   A bowl of porridge, a plate of pickles, and a few eggs.

   Zhang Jing and Zhang Ye each had a bowl, drinking porridge slowly.

  Although this kind of life is unassuming, it also has a special taste.

  To be honest, if this world is not a world of martial arts, Zhang Jing might not really become a rich man.

  Every day is drinking tea, drinking alcohol, walking birds, and fighting cocks.

   When you have nothing to do, tease the widow who sells tofu again.

  Don’t ask any questions, because generally speaking, tofu sellers are widows.

   And she's still pretty.

  Of course, this is just an idea.

   It's like Zhang Jing once imagined raising an army to rebel and fight for hegemony.

  Or join the officialdom and climb up step by step.

  There are countless possibilities in a person's life, and now Zhang Jing chooses to climb to the top of martial arts.

  Early breakfast, Zhang Jing also used it quickly, and after that, Zhang Jing changed into a dark black robe.

  Embroidered with simple patterns, it looks a bit heroic.

  Walking, Zhang Jing stopped.

  Because, there was a young man in a white robe watching him at the tea stall in front left.

   Zhang Jing is somewhat familiar with this person, it is the white fool.

   It may also be called, Daqi Guoshi, Ziyang Zhenren Shuboduan's closed disciple is more appropriate.

  Before when he followed Han Qianshu out of the palace, Zhang Jing asked intentionally or unintentionally.

   "Master Zhang, please," the white fool's lips moved slightly, and his voice was very soft.

  However, with Zhang Jing's cultivation base, he could hear clearly.

   Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes, moved his steps, and approached the tea stand.

   Afterwards, she slowly sat opposite to the white fool.

   "Boss, bring me another bowl," the white fool shouted.

   "Hey, come on."

  The busy tea stall owner in front of him responded.

  It's not far from the white fool's home, but it's not close either.

  The reason why no one recognized the white fool was mainly because the changes before and after him were too great.

  The white idiot in the past was messy, disheveled, and a little silly.

  But now, it's different, it's a direct exchange of shotguns.

  Worn in white, handsome and handsome, with a handsome face.

  A pair of piercing eyes, can be called a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

   "Master Zhang," the white fool smiled and cupped his hands slightly.

   "Bai, Bai" Zhang Jing was in a bit of trouble, he really couldn't get his name right now.

   You can't call him a white fool, can you?

  That's not very good, how can I say, this white fool is also a disciple of the dignified Eastern Qi State Teacher.

  Even if Zhang Jing doesn't make good friends, there is no need to make bad friends.

   "Bai Hong," the fool Bai took over the conversation softly.

   "This name was given to me by my master, which means great ambition."

  Zhang Jing nodded and said:

"Good name."

   At least it has more meaning than his word "mirror".

  The author of the dog opened the book in a hurry, and even named it casually.

  Master Zhang lost directly to the starting line.

   "I don't know why Brother Bai is looking for Zhang Mou?" Zhang Jing stared at Bai Hongdao.

  It is inappropriate to be called Brother Bai, Bai Hong must be at least ten years younger than him.

  Besides, Bai Hong's strength is not enough to make Zhang Jing called his brother.

  Brother Dao is about the same.

   "Your bowl," the boss put the cleaned bowl in front of Zhang Jing.

  Afterwards, he wiped his hands and went to greet other guests.

   Now it's a bit hot, even in the morning there will be some heat.

  So, a pedestrian came forward to drink a cup of herbal tea.

   "After the little brother woke up, he often came here to drink tea. It tastes good. Brother Zhang can taste it. As for the reason for coming to see Brother Zhang, I hope that Brother Zhang will withdraw his staff."

   "The younger brother's parents, the younger brother can take care of himself."

  Bai Hong smiled, picked up the tea bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

  He had already discovered that the people from Zhangfu seemed to be paying attention to their family.

  The reason why there was no movement was because he found that those people had no malicious intentions.

   Moreover, there is no deliberate hiding.

   "This is natural," Zhang Jing said.

   "In addition, I have another question," Bai Hong looked directly at Zhang Jing.

   "But it doesn't matter," Zhang Jing didn't dodge, and just looked directly at him.

   "Why did Brother Zhang send someone?"

   Zhang Jing pondered for a while, and said slowly:

   "I have already noticed you during the ancestor worship ceremony before, and all I have done is just to form a good relationship, and there is no other intention."

   This sentence is true, what can Bai Hong covet him?

  He did it for his uncle.

  This Grand Master of Qi is a man of great power.

   "Brother Zhang's kindness is appreciated. In fact, I have long wanted to get to know Brother Zhang. After all, our two families are not far away, so we can be called neighbors."

  Back when Uncle Duan said that Zhang Jing was a man of heaven, Bai Hong wanted to get acquainted.

  I say this here today to make it less abrupt.

  Uncle Duan is a man, even though Bai Hong has only been in contact with him for less than a month, he still knows that he is not the kind of person who is aimless.

  So, in his eyes, Zhang Jing is indeed a man of heaven.

  This contact refers to after Bai Hong wakes up.

   "Brother Bai is right. Zhang Mou likes to make friends when he is walking in the rivers and lakes. As the saying goes, rely on teachers at home and friends outside," Zhang Jing said with a smile.

   "It's the pole, it's the pole."

  Subsequently, Zhang Jing and Bai Shazi had a cordial and friendly talk for a while, and the two sides achieved mutual benefit and win-win results.

   Made friends, which didn't do them any harm.

  Bai Hong has taken a fancy to Zhang Jing's potential and strength, and Zhang Jing has taken a fancy to Ziyang real uncle Duan behind Bai Hong.

   And, his own talent.

  Bai Hong's talent is not low, anyway, he is definitely better than him.

   Otherwise, Uncle Duan would not rush to accept him as an apprentice.

   In less than two months, he was able to leap from an ordinary person to a second-rate realm.

  This kind of talent makes Zhang Jing a little envious.

   "Brother Bai, Mr. Han still has some things to do with Zhang, so I won't accompany you. In the future, if we have time, let's talk about it," Zhang Jing stood up and cupped his hands.

   "Brother Zhang, please," Bai Hong also stood up and motioned.

  Looking at Zhang Jing's gradually disappearing figure, Bai Hong smiled and drank the tea in the bowl in one gulp.

   "The humble Zhang Jing, I have met the adults," Zhang Jing clasped his fists and said.

   "Come, sit down, play a game of chess with me," Han Qianshu smiled, and then ordered someone to play a chessboard.

   "My lord, I don't know how to play chess in a lowly position," Zhang Jing said with some embarrassment.

   This is not a lie. After coming to this world, Zhang Jing only cared about improving his strength.

   There is no leisure and elegance to cultivate sentiment.

   "Martial arts practice requires a lot of relaxation, and sometimes it is a good thing to relax. When I once encountered a bottleneck, I used to write and play chess every day.

   Later, when practicing again, the bottleneck will naturally disappear. "

  Han Qianshu smiled.

  Zhang Jing: "But I have never encountered a bottleneck!"

  Of course, this sentence is definitely impossible to say, that would be more embarrassing.

   "Really can't play any chess? In fact, I don't know much about Go, just a little bit," Han Qianshu said softly.

   Zhang Jing’s eyes pondered for a while, and he said slowly:

   "Bizhi developed a kind of chess with his fellow countrymen when he was young."

   "What chess?" Han Qianshu was a little surprised.

   Zhang Jing said that he didn't know chess, but he didn't expect to have developed a kind of chess.

   "Gobang," Zhang Jing said softly.

   According to his observation, this kind of chess has never appeared in this world.

  So, he had no choice but to brazenly say that he had researched it.

   "How to download?"

   "It's very simple, just put the five sons together."

   Zhang Jing slowly told Han Qianshu how to play backgammon.

   "This game seems simple, but if you go deeper, you can find some fun, Zhang Jing, you are very good," and then Han Qianshu played several games with Zhang Jing.

   Zhang Jing won the first few times, and Han Qianshu basically won the latter.

   It's not that Zhang Jing doesn't want to win, but that, as Han Qianshu's immediate boss, Zhang Jing should give in or have to give in.

   "Do you know why you were asked to come here this time?" Han Qianshu said slowly after making a move.

   "Please also show me, my lord."

   "The **** Zhao Gao from the palace came to the envoy yesterday, and he wanted to be a matchmaker to marry a wife for you Zhang Jing," Han Qianshu said softly.

   "This time, my lord, I am obsessed with martial arts, and I don't dare to be interested in matters between men and women, especially"

   Zhang Jing hesitated.

   Could it be that he was discovered to be a hidden dragon, and the royal family rushed to send their daughter off?

  However, Zhang Jing dare not want this kind of woman, who knows if there is any problem.

  Of course, it is unlikely that there will be a problem. After all, he is married to a minister under him.

   If you are in a hurry, maybe they will reverse it.

   "I understand what you mean, I can help you refuse once, but if the royal family still has this kind of intention, I can't always help you refuse,

  You don’t have any right to refuse now,

   Wait until you are promoted to Jindan before you can negotiate terms with the royal family. "

  Han Qianshu tapped the chessboard with his fingers.

  Zhang Jing frowned slightly. She didn't expect that there would be arranged marriages in this world, and they were the kind that were hard to refuse.

  (end of this chapter)