MTL - Code Farmer Comprehension-Chapter 55 in the inn

  Chapter 55 In the Inn

   Seeing the other party's puzzled look, Zhang Deming shook his head.

  It seems that I really don’t know each other, maybe I’m thinking too much, at this moment the little boy Yi Huaihai who has been keeping a cold face said: “Brother, don’t talk nonsense with such a person.”

  After speaking, he turned his head to look at the old beggar, and said: "As a person, my principles are a little different from others.

  I like to look at problems from angles or perspectives. From my point of view, I don’t think I need your help. You eat and drink inexplicably and have a bad attitude. You should be killed!

  Originally, what you ate just now was a meal with severed heads.

  But you added such a big deal, I thought about it, and I need your hand.

   It’s a warning to you, as a mortal, when meddling in other people’s affairs, at least see your identity clearly before doing anything. Our meal is not something you can just casually start. "

  Hearing this, Zhang Deming looked at Yi Huaihai in surprise. This perspective mode of thinking suits his appetite. Of course, it is just a way of thinking, a way of doing things... a bit too extreme.

   "Little baby, old man..."

  Yi Huaihai raised his head directly with a wicked smile, and the old beggar's words froze in his mouth.

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

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

  With his status in the Jianghu, he still knows a lot of legends about immortals. Although he has never experienced it, he clearly knows its power.

  Yi Huaihai looked at the old man's expression, and said: "It seems that although you don't know senior brother's clothes, at least you have some knowledge, so do you want me to do it?"

  The old beggar had a bitter look on his face, and he hesitated for a moment, but there was an unusually calm and cold light in the depths of his eyes. In the end, he didn't explain anything, and said: "Don't bother the two seniors, I will do it myself."

  Zhang Deming frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment. He was about to speak, but accidentally caught sight of a corner of the old beggar's coat.

Ok?

   Is it really a beggar, this fabric.?

   Immediately, his eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

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

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

   "The junior will not bother the senior."

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

   Zhang Deming saw that the other party was really hurting 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 acting, it is better to keep your eyes open.

   No matter how bad it is, if your eyesight is not good enough, you should move your mouth and ask people if you need it before you act.

  The so-called forced chivalry, from the perspective of many people, is not much better than these people staring at us.

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

  The figure of the old beggar paused, without turning his head, he said: "Senior taught me the lesson, this junior will remember it."

  After speaking, he had already arrived at 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. Not to mention Yi Huaihai, he has lived in his own sect for so many years, and after coming out, he can clearly feel the change in his mentality!

  Of course, he will not comment on the current results. Everyone has different values. Besides, he is 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.

  Coercion out of good intentions, is it considered 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, represents many things.

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

   But when you are away from home, it is not wrong to have multiple hearts for those who take the initiative to get 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 magnified a lot 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, the wound just now seemed to be covered by the other party quickly.

   Immediately shook his head, why bother so much, anyway, it's none of his business, true or false can't involve him.

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

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

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

   "Miss Boss." Zhang Deming greeted.

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

  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 bolder, she stepped forward with a dry smile and said, "Ah, hey, what can Mr. Xiaolang tell you?"

  Zhang Deming said lightly: "Change another table."

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

   After speaking, he quickly started to pack up.

  While waiting, 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 it. With his current strength, if he really came to join the martial arts, one river and lake is obviously not enough for him to fight.

  Before the spiritual power 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, these martial arts people are not much different from 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.

  Looking at each other from time to time while eating, judging from this precocious appearance, this child should have a lot of stories.

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

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

   "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. 1 room, do you need hot water?"

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

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

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

   Immediately, Zhang Deming got up directly and went upstairs. Yi Huaihai sat there alone after eating, quietly looking out of the window, and was lost in thought 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, the task of raining will be completed as soon as possible tomorrow? Let's talk about the situation?

  The area of ​​a town, with his current cultivation level, he 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 almost fully recovered.

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

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

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

  Several martial artists are besieging an old beggar with a severed hand.

  One side has a large number of people and limited skills, and the other side has severe trauma and deep skills.

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

   "In the middle of the night, what are you jumping around? 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."

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

  (end of this chapter)