After the fall of the Chamber of Commerce.

Zhang Feng began to practice again, as usual.

The aftermath of Shopkeeper Zhai was also handed over to Shopkeeper He and others.

But time flies, and before I know it, a few days have passed.

At noon on the fourth day.

In the inn where the shopkeeper He, there was a young master.

He was dressed in a leather coat, and he was extraordinary in his speech and conversation, and he had a guard by his side.

At first glance, it is not a master to be messed with.

And when he came here, he chose a window position, and ordered more than a dozen signature dishes in the store, showing luxury.

It's just that when he talked to Xiao Er, he had a taste of commanding and superior arrogance, "Who is your shopkeeper?" Call him out, the food is very good, and the master is rewarded! ”

"The shopkeeper is busy.." Xiao Er accompanied the smiling face and pointed to the guests at the table next to him.

Shopkeeper He was having a drink with a regular customer.

After a few more chats, the shopkeeper said goodbye and walked towards the door.

"Oops!" The young master looked at the shopkeeper He who was walking towards the door, "You are the shopkeeper of this inn, right?" ”

"Yes." When the shopkeeper heard someone call him, he didn't care that the young master was impolite, but politely hugged his fists.

"This young man, you eat well, I still have some things to do. If the food is to your liking, you will often visit the shop and take care of the business. ”

"Little things!" The young master waved his hand, showing his generosity, but when he saw the shopkeeper say go and go, his face was pale, he poured out the tea in front of him, and pointed his finger at the empty teacup, "Pour a cup of tea for the master!" ”

The young master said, as if to show off, and said leisurely: "The eldest young master of the Cheng family in my fang province came to eat with you, it is an honor for your store!" But now you say you're leaving, don't you see me in your eyes? ”

'Fang Province Cheng family? When the shopkeeper heard this, although he didn't know what this Cheng family was, he saw that the young master looked like he was the biggest, and when he saw the rest of the guests coming, he was afraid that he would quarrel in the store and affect the business, so he politely stopped, turned around and walked back with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.."

Shopkeeper He hurriedly apologized, bowed down and poured a cup of tea for the young master.

"Hmph." The young master raised his chin and looked at the shopkeeper He, and then said to the guard next to him: "The town is a small shop, and the shopkeeper here... Isn't that a small temper? ”

"Yes." The guards patted the young master on the back.

'Why is this man like this?' The guests next to him couldn't stand it.

"He shopkeeper!" A tall guest got up and shouted, signaling the shopkeeper to throw the two people out without his help.

"Thank you." Shopkeeper He shook his head with a dry smile, as if he didn't take the young master's words to heart.

But he was already disgusted in his heart, and he wanted to slap this young master in the face.

But as the shopkeeper and the owner, he still apologized again and again, but there was inevitably a hint of tone in his words, "This young master, you said it, and the tea was poured, if there is nothing to do, you eat first, I really have something." ”

When the words fell, Shopkeeper He turned around and walked outside the building, not wanting to stay longer.

I couldn't help it anymore and kicked him.

But when the young master heard the smell of gunpowder in the shopkeeper's words, and saw these guests talking about himself in a whisper, he felt even more uncomfortable.

He felt that the shopkeeper He was playing tricks, pretending to be a good person, and disgusting him into a rat scolded by everyone.

Whoop—

He got up and wanted to catch up, but the guard next to him also got up and stopped a little, and said three times and four times,

"Young Master.. This is not our place, and we can't get angry with this kind of person... And I've also heard. The president here is a monk... Maybe it was this monk president who gave their shopkeeper the confidence to speak.."

"Monk? Scare me? Zhuji or Jindan? The young master laughed angrily, but he still had to chase, "My Cheng family is not so angry!" ”

When the guard saw it, his scalp was numb, and he cried and said, "The master said. Let's keep the young master safe.. But the small ones are not monks .. In case of offending their presidents... It's a trivial matter for the little ones to die, but if the young master is injured, it's a big thing! ”

'This..' When the young master heard that this was a foreign country, he paused, and instead of his previous heroic appearance, he nodded and said, "You are right, their lives are worthless, and they can't let me take risks." ”

When the young master said this, he took out a gold ingot from his arms, put it on the table, and looked at the people in the inn, "I tell you, the young master is more noble than you!" Ocean? The master can't even take it! ”

After speaking, the young master endured his anger and strode out of the inn.

Then he didn't continue to play, but prepared to go home and complain.

I want my father to rule the people of Diao here, the shopkeeper of Diao, and the president of Diao!

The Cheng family has this ability!

You don't need to care who the other party is, what skills they have, or what backers they have.

They just need to have qi and not let Dao Xin suffocate.

Because their ancestors and grandfathers are living Yuanying immortals!

And the 'Old Ancestor' came back half a year ago and told them that no one in the nearby provinces knew a monk above Jindan.

In addition, there are only a few Yuanying monks, and they all know each other more or less.

Generally, if they have descendants, or have disciples, they will say hello to each other in advance, in case there is a conflict in the future, and then someone is injured by mistake.

As for the others, people from the provinces, strangers, ancestors have said that they have nothing to do with them.

The city of Italy is a stranger who belongs to the provinces.

If it is provoked and there is a conflict, it is just killed.

If something happens, the ancestors will help future generations hold up this piece of heaven, or in other words, they who stand at the top of the world are this piece of heaven and hold the power of life and death of all beings.

It also makes everyone in the Cheng family fearless and can do whatever they want.

Where else can someone mess with them?

Even if there is a little thing that does not go their way, they must return it, otherwise they will not be happy!

But now that the young master is out of town, he still ran out secretly, and he didn't bring a qi practitioner to escort him.

So the young master first held back his anger and prepared to go home to complain and call someone.

I have to take revenge.

Also on the morning of the third day.

Fang Province 500 miles away.

Inside a luxurious mansion.

accompanied by the greetings of 'Hello young master' and 'Young master is back'.

The young master rushed straight into the backyard and said to the middle-aged monk who was meditating cross-legged in the courtyard, "Dad, I..."

"Coming back?" The monk opened his eyes and motioned for the guards around him to leave.

Wait for the guards to leave.

He stood up, walked to the stone table next to him, poured a cup of tea and said, "What's the rush?" Why are there no rules at all? ”

"Oops!" The young master stomped his foot angrily, came to the table, picked up the tea that the monk had just poured, and drank it in one gulp, as if trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

When the monk saw his child's rudeness, he shook his head and smiled, without any reproach in his heart.

is because the young master is his only son, the only seedling of the great Cheng family.

The monk usually holds it in his hand for fear of falling, and holds it in his mouth for fear of melting.

is very fond of the young master, what do you want.

But the young master's next sentence scared the monk enough,

"Dad, I'm being bullied outside!"

"Bullied?!" The monk raised his head suddenly, swept the young master's body with his spiritual sense, and when he realized that the young master was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said angrily: "Who dares to bully the people of our Fang Province Cheng family? ”