"Yin Zhenshou, why don't you eat together?" asked Cheng Yongshi.

"No, I'm in a hurry, and I'll have business later, so I'll be alone. As he spoke, he turned his head and shouted, "Old man Shen, the style is still the same, add a roast chicken." ”

"Okay. There was a response from the back kitchen.

Yin Zhenshou found a place to sit down and wait for the food to be served, and the people in Chengjiazhuang ate by themselves.

Soon, the dish was ready, and Yin Zhenshou also ate it, although it was not devouring, but it was also extremely fast.

Suddenly, there was a faint sour smell coming from the door.

Cheng Yuan turned his head to look, but saw an unkempt beggar poking his head out at the door of the restaurant, smiling stupidly at the store.

It just so happened that the old man in the restaurant was coming out with the food, and when he saw the beggar, his face immediately changed, and he pushed it out, and lowered his voice: "You bastard, what are you doing? ”

"Hey, hey, hey. The beggar didn't seem to be very old, and he smirked twice: "Hungry, hungry......"

The old man pushed twice, but when he saw that he couldn't push him, he was afraid that he would disturb the business by blocking the door, so he had to turn around and take two steamed buns and stuff them for him: "Go and go." ”

"Meat, hehe, meat ......" The beggar took a bite of the steamed bun, looked at the dishes on the table in the store, and said humbly.

"How can there be any leftover meat for you!" Shen Laohan's eyes widened.

The beggar shrank down, but still refused to go, and stared blankly.

Yin Zhenshou, who was eating, also seemed to smell the stench on the beggar's body, and his brows furrowed: "Okay!"

He directly tore off a chicken leg from his table, threw it into the arms of the beggar outside the door, and said impatiently: "Take it and eat it, hurry up." ”

"Thank you, thank you. The beggar held the chicken leg and steamed bun, and bowed and smirked at the old man and Yin Zhenshou.

"Go to eat in the alley where no one is, don't eat at the door of my restaurant. Old man Shen advised.

The beggar nodded again and again, then turned and hurried away.

"Alas, bad luck. Yin Zhenshou shook his head.

Cheng Yuan has been to Heiyuan Town many times, and naturally knows that this beggar is a fool, it seems that his family was killed by ghosts in the past, and he was insane, and he has been begging like this in Heiyuan Town since then.

He just sighed and didn't pay much attention to it.

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The beggar turned several streets and alleys from the door of Shen Ji's restaurant.

He happily hugged steamed buns and chicken legs in his arms, his body was sour, passers-by covered their noses to avoid it, and finally turned into the smallest and most remote dilapidated alley.

"It's a bit of... Shen, Shen shopkeeper..."He slurred in his mouth, shrank in the innermost part of the broken alley, took out steamed buns and chicken legs, and bit them contentedly.

Suddenly, there were footsteps and conversations outside the alley.

"It's really cold, I lost 300 articles of labor and management today!"

"Wang Mazi's luck is too evil, could it be that he worships the ghost of fortune?"

Three young bastards dressed in cloth clothes scolded and scolded all the way, passing through the alley.

The beggar who was huddled in the innermost part of the alley heard the sound and subconsciously looked over.

"Cool. As soon as a bastard turned his head, he saw the beggar in the alley, and somehow a vicious anger rose from his heart: "It's really unlucky, you can bump into this leper fool when you walk a path." ”

His face was cruel, and he walked over directly, and the two bastards behind him also saw the beggar, and followed with a mocking smile: "Three tigers, is it possible that you still want to squeeze some money from this fool?"

The three tigers strode over, and the beggar suddenly protected his steamed buns and chicken legs in horror, and then curled up and whined.

It seems that he has been bullied by these bastards for a long time.

"Yo, labor and management have a blood transfusion today, you fool can still pick up a chicken leg to eat?"

The three tigers caught a glimpse of the chicken leg in the beggar's arms, laughed strangely, and then turned grim and kicked it directly.

The beggar was kicked directly by this kick, and the steamed buns and chicken legs in his arms rolled to the ground.

"Chicken leg ......" he whimpered and tried to pick up the chicken leg, but was kicked down again by the three tigers.

"Let you eat, let you eat!" The three tigers looked hideous, and vented all the evil anger of losing a big game on their fists and feet: "Leper fool!"

Not only did he lose all the money on his body, but he also owed dozens of dollars, and he was even more furious.

The beggar was kicked to the ground and struggled, ahh

There was a soft click, and the beggar suddenly stopped moving, ho ho panting.

"This!" The two bastards who were watching the play in the back suddenly changed their faces: "Three tigers, you won't kill him, right?"

“...... Die, pretend!" Sanhu seemed to have a stiff expression, and said easily.

"Phew!" he finally spat at the beggar, and wanted to go, but seemed to feel that he had slipped away again, and weakened his momentum in front of his companions, and turned back, and crushed the chicken leg on the ground with his foot.

"Let's go!" the three tigers glanced at their companion and said angrily.

The two bastards also looked at each other in disbelief, looked at the beggar on the ground, and seemed to have a little breath, so they hesitantly followed the three tigers.

Ho... Ho...

The beggar on the ground, paralyzed as mud, his chest inhaled with difficulty, he looked sideways at the trampled chicken thigh on the ground, as if he wanted to take it, but he couldn't move.

"Chicken legs... Chicken legs..."

He moved the strength in his body, and his mind gradually passed, and his mind gradually blurred.

Just before his consciousness was about to fall into darkness, he saw a pair of black boots appear in front of him, and there seemed to be a voice in his ears.

"Where the human heart is vicious, how can ghosts and gods ......"

The man in a black shirt stood in the alley, looking down at the beggar on the ground, his eyes seemed to be flooded.

"Want to understand the meaning of life?"

"I want to be real...... Alive?"

The beggar seemed to be unconscious, and even his breath was almost gone, and there was no reaction.

The man in the black shirt shook his head, stretched out one hand, and a faint green appeared in the palm of his hand.

The entire alley was suddenly shrouded in a cold and strange gloomy atmosphere......

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After eating at Shen Ji Restaurant, the people from Chengjiazhuang came to an inn and prepared to spend the night.

Tomorrow, Huo Dao took Cheng Yuan, Cheng Yongye, and Cheng Yunchuan to Youhe County, while the other Cheng family Zhuang men returned to Zhuangzi.

When he arrived at the inn, Cheng Yuan rested for a while and began to cultivate alone in the inn.

Many men in Chengjiazhuang have gone to the market, tea shop and other places in Heiyuan Town, and it is rare for them to come to Heiyuan Town once.

Cheng Yongye also went out with a grin.

However, Cheng Yunchuan, who was about to participate in the Heavenly and Human Trial for the first time, seemed to be a little nervous, recuperating and refining in his own room, and maintaining his state.

in the room.

Cheng Yuan sat cross-legged, holding the True Source Stone in his hands, closing his eyes and cultivating, the True Source of Heaven and Man in his body was running and growing.

I don't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes, and there was a faint flash of gold in his eyes.

"It's been three hours, and my body has reached its limit for the time being. ”

His body was abnormally full of true sources, and his body faintly had the illusion of bulging, and his energy was endless.

"You can cultivate the True Source Nine Atlas and relax. ”

The true source method of the heavenly heaven makes the true source pure and vigorous.

The Nine Catalogue of True Sources is to improve the degree of control over True Sources.

Just like mortal martial arts, it is also a thousand catties of strength, some people will only ram it with a reckless punch, but the martial arts master can change the strength in a thousand ways, and every trace of strength is subtle.

The strength of the two is naturally incompatible.

"The first picture of the True Source Nine Catalogue is a fetal breath diagram, which simulates the innate natural fetal breath operation of a baby. From the acquired to the innate again. ”

According to the "Celestial Atlas" and Huo Dao, practicing the first fetal breath diagram is already considered to have a very strong degree of control over the true source.

If you want to step into the Heavenly Soldier level, you must train to become the first Fetal Breath Diagram.

If you want to become a celestial general, you must practice the first three fetal breath diagrams.

"After calculating it in this way, I always feel that there is a higher level above the realm of the Heavenly General. Cheng Yuan subconsciously guessed.

He shook his head, put aside distracting thoughts, and began to cultivate seriously.

After seeing the terrifying ghost thing called the "Underworld Realm" in the Black Rock Mountain Range, Cheng Yuan once again had a deeper awe of this world.