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

It seems that he really doesn't know him, maybe he thinks too much, and at this time, Yi Huaihai, the little boy who has been cold-faced, said: "Senior brother, don't talk nonsense with such a person." ”

After that, he turned his head to look at the old beggar and said, "As a person, my reasoning is a little different from others.

I like to look at things from an angle or perspective, I don't think I need your help from my point of view, you eat and drink inexplicably, have a bad attitude, and should be killed!

Originally, you just ate a severed head meal.

But you added such a big chase, and I thought about it, so I want you to have a hand.

As a warning to you, as a mortal, when you meddle in your affairs in the future, at least see your identity clearly before you do it, our food is not something you can start at will. ”

When Zhang Deming heard this, he looked at Yi Huaihai in surprise, this perspective thinking mode is quite suitable for his appetite, but it is a bit too extreme.

"Little doll, old man......"

Yi Huaihai looked up directly with an evil smile, and the old beggar's words were directly stunned in his mouth.

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

Looking at the light of Yi Huaihai's eyes, the old beggar was directly stunned.

The status of the rivers and lakes is like him, and the legends of the immortals still know a lot, although they have not experienced it, but they also clearly know how powerful they are.

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

The old man called Hanako's face was bitter, and his face changed and he hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't explain anything, and said, "Don't bother the two seniors, I'll do it myself." ”

Zhang Deming frowned slightly, hesitated, and wanted to speak, but inadvertently glanced at the corner of the old beggar's underwear.

Well?

Is it really a beggar, ...... this fabric?

Then his eyes flickered slightly, and finally he didn't say anything.

The old beggar decisively stretched out his right hand, turned his palm into a knife, and directly cut off his left hand.

In the process, he just turned pale and clenched his teeth.

"The juniors don't bother the seniors."

With that, the old beggar bowed his head and saluted, and staggered away.

Zhang Deming saw that the other party really started to harm himself, and once again glanced at the old beggar's clothes without making a trace, did he really think too much?

Shaking his head and looking at the other party's back, Zhang Deming said lightly: "This bastard rivers and lakes, chivalrous and dry, ancient road hot intestines or something, before acting, it is better to polish your eyes."

No matter how bad it is, if your eyes are not good, ask people before you move, if you need it.

The so-called coercive chivalrous righteousness, in the eyes of many people, is not much better than these people who are staring at us.

Otherwise, you'll lose your life sooner or later. ”

The figure of the old beggar paused, and said without looking back: "What the seniors have taught is that the juniors have remembered." ”

With that, he had reached the top of the stairs and headed upstairs.

Looking at the old man who left, Zhang Deming didn't think that the little boy was wrong, he originally planned to punish him, but he might not leave a permanent disability, it was just a little less extreme.

In this world, the difference between immortals and mortals, it is deep-rooted, Yi Huaihai's treatment, it is a very normal reaction after being offended by mortals, this should be okay.

Of course, he won't evaluate anything about the current result, everyone's values are different, and he's a table-sharer, that's all!

If it weren't for the fact that he personally felt that Yi Huaihai handled it, a little extreme, he wouldn't even hesitate, or at the end, he would have said those words to the old beggar.

Is coercion with good intentions considered coercion?

This matter, even in the previous life, was a controversial philosophical issue, and this world also added a tone of difference between immortals and mortals.

And Zhang Deming has always decided these according to his own ideas.

Moreover, his white cloud and green shirt clothes represent many things in the worldly range of Tianlingmen.

Even on the surface, the old beggar really didn't seem to know it.

But when you go out, for those who take the initiative to come up, it's not wrong to have multiple hearts.

He is not a person who can think simply, he has always been hesitant about 'Hong Qigong' or something.

And this hesitation, because of the problem of the fabric of the underwear just discovered, was magnified a lot by Zhang Deming himself.

By the way, can the internal force of the chopping hand stop bleeding really does not drop blood?

Zhang Deming frowned slightly, looked at the ground, and recalled that the wound just now seemed to be covered by the other party quickly.

Then he shook his head, what are you doing so much, anyway, it's none of his business, and it doesn't matter if it's true or not.

In the entire hall, few people paid attention to the glimmer in Dao Yi Huaihai's eyes.

With such a strange reversal, the Liuzhou martial arts master suddenly harmed himself, calling a young and a little doll a senior, and the atmosphere in the hall was once weird.

But because of this incident, I have always had bad intentions before, and there is no one who has the idea of beating Zhang Deming and them.

"Hostess." Zhang Deming greeted.

With Zhang Deming's call, the shopkeeper and the proprietress who were hiding behind the counter shouted.

They all wanted each other to go out to receive these two evil stars, but in the end, the proprietress seemed to be more bold, and stepped forward with a dry smile and said, "Eh, hey, what do you have to say to Xiao Langjun." ”

Zhang Deming said lightly: "Let's change the table." ”

The proprietress paused and said with a smile: "Haole! ”

With that, he quickly began to pack up.

During the waiting process, many so-called martial arts people who were eating in the living room were looking at Zhang Deming vaguely.

Zhang Deming didn't realize it, with his current strength, if he really came to mix martial arts, one river and lake was obviously not enough for him to fight.

Before the spiritual power shield is learned, several innate martial artists occasionally appear, and there may be a chance to turn the tables.

But after learning the spiritual power shield, the other party obviously can't break the defense, so in Zhang Deming's eyes, there is not much difference between these martial arts people and ordinary people.

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 this, and this time he also beckoned the little boy to eat together.

Looking at each other from time to time during dinner, looking at this precocious appearance, this child should have a lot of stories.

However, Zhang Deming didn't inquire, the two just met in Pingshui, because they were like-minded, and they would be the same door in the future, and they would just have a meal together.

After eating slowly, he casually dropped a gold ingot.

"Little, Xiao Langjun, this is too much to find." The proprietress looked at the ingot of gold with trepidation, and did not dare to reach for it.

"Let's keep the accounts, is my room ready?" Zhang Deming asked.

The proprietress immediately nodded and said, "It's ready, the first room of the Son of Heaven, do you need to prepare hot water?" ”

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

Zhang Deming nodded and replied: "You don't need too hot water, it's slightly warmer than well water, and it's not stingy." ”

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

Immediately, Zhang Deming got up directly and went upstairs, Yi Huaihai sat there alone after eating, quietly looking out the window, and was distracted for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although the inn is remote, it is barely good.

Zhang Deming lay in the huge wooden bathtub, a little relaxed, thinking about what to do next.

Well, the task of raining first tomorrow was completed? Or does it depend on the situation?

The area of a town, with his current cultivation, needs to cast spells in different regions.

Forget it, after you get there, after careful exploration and pondering, let's decide then.

After making up his mind, Zhang Deming got up directly, sat on the bed, and began to recover his spiritual power.

After a while, Zhang Deming recovered his spiritual power and fell asleep directly on the bed.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Deming was awakened by a strong sound of fighting.

Confused, I got up and opened the room, only to find that it was already a mess outside.

Several martial arts people are besieging an old man named Hanako with a broken hand at this moment.

On the one hand, there are many people and the strength is limited, and on the other hand, the broken hand has suffered a lot of trauma and profound skills.

For a while, it was a good fight, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

"In the middle of the night, I can't sleep and go out to feed the wolves, and let me hear a little movement, I can't guarantee that you will see the sun tomorrow."

With a strong bed atmosphere, Zhang Deming yelled at the bottom, then turned around directly and closed the door heavily.