The person who showed a vicious gaze was not someone else, it was Zhao Zheng. He stood beside the Eight Immortals table in the distance, covering his cheeks with his hands, his chest rising and falling, exhaling a sultry snort, and a wisp of blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth. The bloody face is dazzlingly red.

"Hmph, what a thing that doesn't know whether to live or die." Wang Er looked at the direction where Qian Zhu was leaving, sneered, and after retracting his gaze, he asked Zhao Zheng, "Xiao Zhao, are you okay?" ”

"Who is this man?" Zhao Zheng asked in a voice-out voice, his gaze was full of coldness, like a cold light on a blade out of the sheath.

"His name is Qian Chong, and he is a catcher in Qibao County. More than half a year ago, he fell in love with the shopkeeper and pestered the shopkeeper, but because he had a fox odor on his body, the shopkeeper never looked down on him and never let him touch half of it. He turned against the shopkeeper about this matter, and he came to make trouble a few times. If it weren't for the fact that he was on an errand, we would have found a way to clean him up. This time he hit you, just like hitting our shopkeeper in the face, you can rest assured, this slap will not let you suffer in vain, we will definitely come forward for you to seek justice. Wang Er reassured.

Although Zhao Zheng is just a shopkeeper, and he has no deep friendship with the people in the Hongchen Inn, but the people in the rivers and lakes have the most important face, as long as Zhao is the person in the inn, it represents this inn, Zhao Zheng was beaten, it is the same as being slapped in the face in the Hongchen Inn, this evil breath cannot be swallowed.

Money Chong?

This name flashed in Zhao Zheng's mind, and in "Horse Riding Jianghu", there seemed to be an initial task to kill a catcher named Qian Chong, but because of the long time, he couldn't remember the specific details.

Zhao Zheng squinted slightly, no matter whether this Qian Chong was related to the task or not, he would not let go of this Qian Chong. He glared at him and said word by word, "I don't need you to help me." My own revenge, I will avenge myself! ”

Wang Eryue had countless people, and he could see at a glance that Zhao Zheng had already moved to kill, and he had no doubt that if Zhao Zheng had the strength to fight, he would definitely go to find the money to catch him quickly. He didn't want such a young man to lose his life in vain, and he didn't want to cause trouble to the Hongchen Inn because of Zhao Zheng's recklessness, so he advised: "He is a fast catcher, serving the imperial court, don't do stupid things." What happened today can be handled by us and the shopkeeper. ”

Zhao Zheng didn't speak, and the murderous aura on his body did not decrease by the slightest. He is a kind person, and he is kind to others, but this does not mean that he is a good bully, and he will never forget this account today, this slap, he will have to pay it back sooner or later!

Wang Er thought that Zhao Zheng was young and vigorous, and he would forget about this slap in a few days, so he didn't persuade after a few words, and took Zhao Zheng to turn around and enter the house, and helped Zhao Zheng apply herbs to reduce swelling.

Zhao Zheng was not lightly affected by this blow, his face was swollen like steamed buns, and his vision was also affected. Wang Er gave him half a day off and asked him to go down early to rest. Zhao Zheng stayed alone in the house, lying on the wooden bed, replaying the picture of being beaten just now over and over again in his heart, unable to let go, and the hatred for the money was accumulated in the depths of his heart little by little.

On this day, Zhao Zhengyi changed his cheerful and optimistic image to rì, and never said a word, others knew that he was angry, so they didn't bother him and let him sulk by himself.

……

It wasn't until noon on the third day that Shen Luoxia, the shopkeeper, returned late in the carriage. Song Kuaizui, who was driving, pulled the reins and shouted, "Laos! Sigh! Waiting for the horse's command, the carriage turned into the courtyard of the Red Dust Inn. Before the carriage could stop, Shen Luoxia pushed open the door and fell to the ground flutteringly, she was very light, jumping from the moving carriage and still walking on the ground.

When Shen Luoxia returned, she had already changed into another set of light blue sè skirts, and she was spotless, like a fairy descending to earth. Her Qianqianyu held a brocade handkerchief embroidered with peony flowers in her hand, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she walked. After she entered the door, she didn't care about others, she found an empty seat and sat down, poured herself a cup of herbal tea, and drank a cup to quench her thirst.

"I've been gone for a day, and nothing happened in the inn, right?" Shen Luoxia asked after putting down the teacup, and at the same time glanced at the people in the room, and when she saw Wang Er holding an abacus, she found that Wang Er's face was indifferent.

"Something happened to the out, but it's not a big deal." Wang Er put down his abacus and stepped forward to answer.

"What's wrong?" Shen Luoxia raised her eyebrows.

"Qian Zhu from Qibao County came to you again, because he didn't see you, he lost his temper and slapped Xiao Zhao, slapping the child's face. I told Qian Zhutou about your relationship with Wang Zhutou, which scared this kid away. ”

When Shen Luoxia heard this, her face changed suddenly, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and her beautiful eyes flashed. She slapped the table and said angrily, "How can this be true! That puppet surnamed Qian dared to beat my man! If this spreads, where will we have to put the face of the Red Dust Inn? No, this account can't just be settled, and when I have the chance, I must clean him up. ”

Shen Luoxia was angry for a while, and her voice was not small, which attracted the side eyes of many diners next to her. Wang Er hurriedly snorted, pretending to talk about other topics and covering up the matter here. Shen Luoxia knew that she was speechless, covered her lips, gestured to Wang Er, and took Wang Er to the house to talk in detail.

Shen Luoxia and Wang Er entered the house, discussed the matter of taking the money to catch it for a long time, and quickly discussed a decision.

This money catcher quickly beat the people of the Hongchen Inn, and damaged the face of the Hongchen Inn, which is really hateful, plus he always pesters Shen Luoxia to let go, and he deserves to die for these two points. However, after all, Qian Zhukuai is a person who eats imperial grain with an iron rice bowl, and it is not easy to do it openly, so he can only stumble secretly.

Hongchen Inn and Qian Catch Kuai just had a conflict, if you do it in the last few days, it is too obvious, it will definitely arouse suspicion, for the sake of long-term planning, you can only temporarily endure this breath, wait until a few months, people have forgotten these things, and then go to find Qian Catch Kuai's bad luck. In this way, even if the money catches the corpse on the street, no one will suspect that it was done by the Red Dust Inn.

"Shopkeeper, is there anything else? If there is nothing to do, I will go down, and there are still some accounts downstairs that have not been settled. The matter was properly discussed, and Wang Er got up to resign.

"Well, go down. When I got downstairs, I called Xiao Zhao up, and I had something to say to him. Shen Luoxia waved her hand and said.

"Yes." Wang Er withdrew from Shen Luoxia's boudoir.

……

In the kitchen of the Red Dust Inn, the butcher was busy chopping vegetables, chopping the cutting board with a loud sound.

Zhao Zheng was squatting next to him, squatting to help someone butcher pick leeks, plucking off the wilted leaf tips and throwing them in the trash. The redness and swelling on his face had not subsided, it was extremely noticeable, and there was a tingling sensation that pierced his heart from time to time, and whenever this pain came, he couldn't help but think of Qian Chong's bastard.

At this moment, Wang Er suddenly appeared at the door of the kitchen, and he shouted into the smoke-filled room: "Xiao Zhao, the shopkeeper is back, and she asked you to go to her room." ”

Zhao Zheng was stunned when he heard this, but immediately regained his calm, silently put down the dishes in his hand, walked through the layers of oil smoke, and walked out of the kitchen. He knew that the shopkeeper must have talked about this slap when he asked him to come over, but he didn't plan to let others help him out, even if others slapped him for the money and slapped him a hundred times, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Zhao Zheng went up the stairs "oh ooh This is the unique rule of the Red Dust Inn, knocking on the door with this frequency, in order to prove that it is the inn's own people knocking, if there is no frequency to knock on the door, it proves that it is the guest who is knocking on the door.

"The door is unlocked, come in by yourself." Shen Luoxia's pleasant voice came from inside the room.

Zhao Zheng pushed the door and stepped into the house.

The windows in the house were open, and a cool breeze blew in from them, and the orchids on the windowsill stretched out in the wind, stretching their emerald green waists. Shen Luoxia sat at the table of the Eight Immortals, playing with a bamboo flute divided into many sections in her white and soft hands. She glanced at Zhao Zheng, and when she saw Zhao Zheng's red and swollen cheeks, her brows furrowed inadvertently. The more Zhao Zheng's face swelled, the greater the face of Hongchen Inn.

Shen Luoxia's killing intent towards Qian Chong is even stronger, she is the owner of the black shop, and she doesn't know how many people have died in her hands, don't look at her on the surface She is a soft and boneless woman, but there is a ruthlessness in her bones that is more ruthless than a man. She forced her anger down, put the bamboo flute on the table, and said lightly: "Xiao Zhao, this is the flute you asked me to buy for you." ”

Zhao Zheng stepped forward to pick up the flute and said, "Thank you shopkeeper, I'll go and get you the money to buy the flute now." ”

"No need, there is not much money, this flute should be regarded as compensation for your slap." Shen Luoxia waved her hand and stopped Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng did not disobey the order, stayed where he was, and did not leave, but he did not agree with Shen Luoxia's statement in his heart, how could a mere flute be worth the pain of his slap!

Shen Luoxia saw that Zhao Zheng's face was gloomy, and she was silent, and then said: "As soon as the door of the inn is opened, guests from all over the world are welcomed, and anyone can meet them. I'm afraid this kind of thing will happen again in the future, so try to be patient and don't have conflicts with guests. ”

"Yes." Zhao Zheng nodded in agreement.

"Regarding the matter of Qian Chong, I will handle it for you, so don't take it to heart, just work in the inn with peace of mind. You are like this, it is inconvenient to receive guests in the front hall, so you can help in the kitchen first, and then go to the front desk to help after the redness and swelling on your face have subsided. ”

"Yes."

Shen Luoxia took a deep breath, although she had already made up her mind to ask for that Qian Chong's life, it was impossible to explain this kind of thing to a shopkeeper who had just arrived. She waved her hand and said lightly: "Okay, there's nothing else, you go down to work." ”

Zhao Zheng held the smooth flute and turned to leave.

Shen Luoxia inadvertently glanced at the back of Zhao Zheng holding the flute, and suddenly found that this back vaguely coincided with a certain back in her memory, this scene touched a certain heartstring that had been sealed for a long time, and her heart hurt inexplicably.

"Brother......" Shen Luoxia muttered in a low voice, her eyes suddenly softened, revealing a sense of nostalgia. In front of her eyes, the figure of the young man who had been dead for many years appeared, and the figure was as light as mist, and it was impossible to see it really.

……

The night is like cháo, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the human heart is like iron!

During this time when everyone was asleep, Zhao Zheng got up early, standing alone in the backyard of the inn, holding a sandbag on each arm, maintaining a half-squatting posture, and cultivating hard. He had been in this position for half an hour, beads of sweat spilling from his forehead, and the strength in his arms had been drained and he couldn't stop shaking. If it weren't for the special method of breathing, I'm afraid he would have been unable to hold on.

Time passes little by little, even if it passes for a second, it is a great torment for him now.

He gritted his teeth, squeezing the latent physical energy in his body, unwilling to give up easily. He was now burdened with the shame and hatred brought about by that slap, and if he wanted to wash away this shame and hatred, there was no other way than to work hard to cultivate.

His body was already shaking like a broken candle, but his gaze was extremely determined, and he did not waver in the slightest.

As the night passed, the dawn appeared in the east, and the sky began to brighten.

"Poof!"

Zhao Zheng couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground at once, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling like a bellows. He lay on the ground, raised his hand and put it in front of his eyes, slowly clenched it, and said secretly in his heart: "Qian Chong, you hit someone who shouldn't be beaten, sooner or later, you will regret this slap!" ”

In this way, in order to find money and take revenge, Zhao Zheng started a hard practice, getting up earlier than a chicken every day, taking advantage of the night to practice Zama Gong, waiting until the morning, and then dragging his tired body to work, one day at a time. He has suffered more now than he had in the previous year.

If you pay, you will get rewarded! Every day when Zhao Zheng woke up, he felt that his physical strength had increased, and even the dantian showed signs of fever, which proved that there was a trace of internal force in the dantian.

Possessing internal strength is the proof of a qualified warrior.

This point is recognized by the rivers and lakes, and it is also recognized by the system.

One day a month after Zhao Zheng was beaten, the long-lost system prompt finally sounded in his head.

[Hint: The host has successfully advanced to level 1, entered the first heaven realm, and activated various functions of the system, please check the details with the host's mind.] 】

This voice came too suddenly, which surprised Zhao Zheng, who was cultivating alone in the backyard.