Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 74 Don't bully the young and poor!

  The matter was settled, Zhang Jing closed the door, there was no loud noise during the whole process, and I believe no one would pay attention,

   To find out, it will have to be tomorrow morning,

   Then, Zhang Jing disappeared into the night!

  …

  The next day,

  A servant at the inn is going to clean up the room,

   "Dong dong dong, sir, we are going to clean up the room," the boy shouted into the room.

  Because Wei Yan only paid for one night yesterday, they will naturally come to clean up.

   "If you don't get up so late, you must have done nothing good yesterday," the boy envied when he thought of the beautiful woman yesterday.

  He would never touch a finger of such a beautiful woman in his life.

   "Dong dong dong," the servant continued to knock for a while, but there was no response, feeling a little strange,

   Immediately, he kicked the door hard, and after seeing the scene clearly, he heard a loud cry spread throughout the inn.

   "Ah,,, dead!"

  …

   Zhang Jing didn’t rush back to Qingfengzhai immediately, the most dangerous place is the safest place, Zhang Jing was going back to Weicheng,

  Of course, Zhang Jing is not planning to hide in Weicheng. If he is really caught, he will really be unable to run away.

  He is going to prepare for the final payment, and the work has been done, so naturally he has to pay the bill.

   "Well, this meat is good, the boss will bring a catty of mutton and pancakes" Zhang Jing was going to fill his stomach first after returning to Weicheng.

   I happened to smell that this stall smelled good, so I ate here.

   "Hey, that's it," the boss responded, and then brought a pot of mutton and noodles to Zhang Jing.

  The meat is cut, but the noodles are not. The shopkeeper also told Zhang Jing that the pancakes should be shredded, and it will taste better when soaked in soup.

   Zhang Jing didn't like it, it was too troublesome, so he tore it into big pieces, and it was the most satisfying to eat it with big mouthfuls. After drinking a sip of mutton soup, it really warmed his whole body.

   "Hey, boss, give me two catties of meat too," a boy with a somewhat worn-out body called out after smelling the fragrance.

  The shopkeeper took a closer look. The boy in front of him had patched clothes, and he was a little mocking, "Yes, but you have to pay first,"

   "Why, didn't that person just eat it?" The boy pointed to Zhang Jing who was eating next to him,

   "Can you compare with that man?" the boss said displeased.

   "Why can't I compare? You just look down on people," the boy stepped on the stool,

   "Don't talk about these useless things. If you want to eat, you can pay for it first, or get out," the boss waved his hand.

   "Hmph, boss, wait, thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor," the young man shouted.

   Hearing this, Zhang Jing almost couldn't help laughing,

   I didn’t expect to encounter such a thing after eating a meal. When Zhang Jing heard this second sentence, such a picture appeared in his mind,

  Thirty years later, this is still the same person, shouting loudly, don’t bully the middle-aged and the poor,

  After fifty years, don’t bully the old and the poor,

  After seventy years, the dead will be the greatest!

   "Hey, what do you mean? Do you know where this is? Do you know who I am? Dare to ridicule Laozi. Believe it or not, Laozi makes you go all the way around,"

  When he was talking just now, he clearly saw that the person in front of him seemed to be laughing again, so the boy walked in front of Zhang Jing and pointed at him and cursed.

   "Whoosh," a white light flashed, and the long knife in Zhang Jing's hand came out of its sheath, directly cutting off the boy's finger.

   "I'm most annoying when people point at me," Zhang Jing said coldly.

   "Ah, ah," the belated boy finally felt the pain, and cried bitterly while clutching his bleeding hand.

  The owner of the mutton stall was also taken aback, and hurriedly said to Zhang Jing:

   "My lord, calm down, don't be as knowledgeable as this kid, wouldn't it be a waste of your time if you make trouble with the government?"

   "Hey, boy, hurry up and apologize to this master, do you hear me?" The boss quickly winked at the boy.

  As soon as Zhang Jing made a move, the boss knew that this person was definitely a big shot who couldn't afford to mess with him. His martial arts were so strong that he could destroy the boy's fingers in an instant. Maybe he was still a legendary master of true energy.

  The young man endured the pain and kowtowed to Zhang Jing, "Master, don't be as knowledgeable as me,"

   After finishing speaking, he kowtowed several times, but there was a thumping sound, and his forehead was covered with blood.

   If Zhang Jing dared to chop off his fingers, he would dare to kill him. In the arena, the lives of ordinary people are the most worthless.

  Zhang Jing just looked at him coldly without saying a word,

  The boss next to him hurriedly said: "Boy

   Hurry up, don't spoil this master's interest, "

  The boss didn’t feel sorry for that boy, but he just didn’t want to cause trouble for himself. Anyway, he caused trouble on his own stall.

  Everyone in this government is full of wine bags and rice bags. They only know how to bully the people. The Wei family can only bully and bully them if they don't dare to provoke them.

  The boy kowtowed a few more times, picked up half of his finger from the ground, then wrapped his clothes around, with blood on his hand, and staggered away step by step.

   "My lord, do you want to change another table for you?" The boss smiled all over his face, more respectful than his own father.

   "No need, I don't want to eat," he said, threw a small piece of silver on the table, turned his head and left,

  The boss wanted to say that there was no need for money, but Zhang Jing had already gone far away, and the direction he looked at was the direction in which the boy left.

  However, this has nothing to do with him, as long as people’s lives don’t end up in their stalls, it has nothing to do with him,

  If you want to blame, blame that kid for being too short-mouthed, if you want to blame, blame his bad life.

  The young man staggered and walked slowly. He really didn't expect to kick the iron plate this time. The man looked at him like he was dead. He knew he couldn't afford to provoke him now.

  He is just a rogue beggar who joined a small gang in the city. He has lived like this since he was a child.

  A few days ago, I met a storyteller by chance. He said such a sentence.

   Unexpectedly, it was because of this that he was almost killed by others.

  The young man hated secretly. If he becomes stronger in the future, he will definitely get back to his current position, so he plans to join the Wei family's caravan and become a guard. I believe he can definitely pass on martial arts in the Wei family.

  Maybe he was tired from walking, or maybe he had no strength. The boy lay down in an alley, dying, and the lumps on his fingers were still bubbling, which couldn't be blocked at all.

  The boy felt that he was going to die, and vaguely thought of his mother,

  He is also a poor man, his mother died early, died of illness,

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  (end of this chapter)