Of course, the "Martial Dao Grandmaster" that Jiang Ting was talking about at this time was not a Martial Dao Grandmaster in the true sense, but only referring to the level that his physical realm had reached at this time.

This is just like Liu Zhen at that time, if he faced a grandmaster-level figure who really studied martial arts, Jiang Ting would most likely lose.

There was still a small half jar of wine left in the porcelain jar, and Jiang Ting wanted to give some to Zhang Xiaoxian, but the latter resolutely refused, in his opinion, this jar of liquor in Jiang Ting's hands could play a more valuable role.

"Are you here to smash the field?!"

A voice came, Jiang Ting and Zhang Xiaoxian looked for a sound, but saw a dark-skinned young man walking in.

The man was about fifteen or sixteen years of age, short and thin, with dyed yellow hair, half-length hair combed in the middle, and a flowing appearance, and a face full of pride.

Jiang Ting and Zhang Xiaoxian glanced at each other, and a thought rose in their hearts at the same time-

"Who is this stupid X?"

Jiang Ting glanced around, and knew in his heart that it was probably because he had just broken through that the movement was too loud, so that he attracted the kid in front of him.

"A hundred dollars, take out the money." The young man with white in yellow pointed to the tea set on the table, his face cold.

"Two cups and a teapot, a little expensive, right?" Jiang Ting glanced at the yellow hair and asked.

"I mean a hundred, three hundred in total." Huang Mao clasped his hands on his chest, stood there, raised his chin and looked at the two, "If you don't take out the money today, you won't want to leave!" ”

Jiang Ting and Zhang Xiaoxian glanced at each other again, their eyes full of shock - "Entertainment venues pretend to be forced to slap their faces"...... What kind of vulgar plot is this?!

What age is it, how can there still be such a brainless person?!

"You're on." Jiang Ting gestured to Zhang Xiaoxian with his eyes, and the latter took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

"Hehe, you don't have waiter's clothes on you, why should we pay you?"

Zhang Xiaoxian smiled, "Or are the ducks that come here to sell also start begging for money from customers?" ”

Huang Mao suddenly changed color: "You ......"

"What are you me!"

Zhang Xiaoxian stood up suddenly, reached out and grabbed Huang Mao's neckline, and lifted him alive, his strong muscles bulging under the lamp.

"You are a weak chicken...... Right? ”

"You let me go!" Huang Mao struggled like a dying chicken, but where was the opponent of the big man in front of him?

"The calves are not as thick as my arms, the thighs are not as thick as my calves, and the waist is not as thick as my thighs, who are you pretending to be forced with!" Zhang Xiaoxian stared at Huang Mao's eyes and slowly spit out two words:

"Weak chicken!"

With a "bang", Huang Mao was slammed on the bed by Zhang Xiaoxian, Zhang Xiaoxian raised his foot and stepped on the edge of the bed, covering the gap carelessly.

"I want to change the taste today, you can try it, as long as you dare to move, I will make you a duck now." Zhang Xiaoxian straightened the waist of his pants, his eyes fierce.

Under the pressure of chrysanthemums turning into sunflowers, Huang Mao didn't dare to get up, but his identity as a "social person" couldn't be soft, he raised his head, stiffened his neck, and looked at Zhang Xiaoxian.

"Who are you staring at!!

Zhang Xiaoxian stretched out his hand and pointed suddenly, so frightened that Huang Mao trembled, didn't dare to look at him, and turned to Jiang Ting tremblingly.

Jiang Ting smiled and stepped forward, he reached out and picked up a piece of broken porcelain from the teapot and held it in the palm of his hand.

The hard and sharp porcelain pieces were crushed raw, and the powder slipped from between Jiang Ting's fingers like fine sand and sprinkled in front of Huang Mao.

"Is there something wrong?"

Jiang Ting's voice was gentle, like a big boy next door, he looked at the trembling yellow hair, and the smile on his face was as warm as the sun.

"It's okay......"

"Let's go." Jiang Ting waved his hand, pointed to the door, and the yellow hair was like being amnestied, and he got up and left the place.

"What kind of vulgar plot is this?!" The corners of Jiang Ting's mouth twitched a few times, "How can there be such a person with no IQ......

Seeing Huang Mao leave the room, Zhang Xiaoxian's face immediately fell: "Tingting save me!" While shouting again, he threw himself at Jiang Ting.

"Get out!" Jiang Ting's face darkened, and he dodged away from Zhang Zhen wanted to hug his thighs Xiaoxian, and fell backwards and withdrew.

While dodging, Jiang Ting also casually touched his thigh, the muscles were solid, the skin was smooth and tough, and the hand felt very good.

Zhang Xiaoxian was lying on the bed, his face full of sadness, like Adam begging for mercy and help from his father in a famous Greek painting.

"Tingting save me...... According to this vulgar plot, the small one is the old one, and the boss will definitely find hundreds of people to beat me later, I sprayed people for you, you have to protect me...... Yes! ”

"What's wrong?"

"There are wooden thorns on the bed, tied to the waist."

Jiang Ting: "......"

"Little bunny, what are you doing again!"

There were shouts and justifications in the corridor, and after a while, Huang Mao hung his head, was pushed by a fat middle-aged man, and walked towards Jiang Ting and the two.

"I'm sorry, brothers." The middle-aged man smiled at Jiang Ting and the others, "I'm the manager here, and I'm also the uncle of this stinky boy, this bathing center is opened by my brother-in-law, and this kid will make trouble for me all day long......"

Saying that, the manager also kicked Huang Mao's ass and kicked him: "My sister and my brother-in-law went on a trip, I came to take care of this child, they said, this kid will be beaten if he causes trouble, I have just finished the lesson, and it will cause trouble for the two of you." ”

In the end, it was his own uncle, who could be ruthless, and seeing that the manager was about to beat Huang Mao again, the corners of Jiang Ting's mouth twitched and stopped his movements.

"It's not a way to beat children all the time, we have quality education." Jiang Ting glanced at the porcelain pieces that were broken into the ground, and like an old cadre, he persuaded slowly.

Zhang Xiaoxian pursed his lips, and said in his heart that your kid's heart is darker than mine, he has always seen people very accurately, and he knows very well what kind of shadow is hidden in the depths of his heart as a friend with a gentle and righteous personality.

A person like Jiang Ting is a demon suppressed by the Buddha, if the Buddha in his heart is overthrown, the demon will be released and wreak havoc on one side.

However, Zhang Xiaoxian didn't speak, after singing with a white face, it was time for Jiang Ting to sing with a red face.

"Then again, it's Wednesday, why didn't I see him go to class?"

"Don't mention it, the fight brought the school back." The manager glared at Huang Mao, "I make trouble all day long, I still want to hurry up and let him go back, I can't control this child." ”

"Today's children are very smart, but anyone who has a brain will not be idle to find the stubble of two guests." The old cadre Director Jiang said, "Let's talk about it, why did you suddenly rush out to find the stubble of the two of us, don't tell me that you are a brain-dead social person, and you have watched too many videos." ”

"Truth or Dare." Huang Mao shook his head down, looking like he wanted to kill or chop whatever he wanted, and spread his hands out.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Xiaoxian was about to go up and spray him again, Jiang Ting shook his head lightly, and stretched out his hand to stop his friend.

The manager is not bad, on the one hand, Jiang Ting is taking care of his face, on the other hand, Jiang Ting is worried that Zhang Xiaoxian will beat up even the manager if there is a real fight......

In Jiang Ting's opinion, Zhang Xiaoxian can basically be regarded as an awakened person, and he doesn't think that anyone in this place can beat the latter.

The so-called beating the small and then beating the old, if they really want to make trouble, don't want to open this bathing center today.

"Rock-paper-scissors, whoever wins the question, do you dare to play with me?" Jiang Ting raised his eyebrows, "Half an hour, just you and me." ”

The manager looked suspicious, but Zhang Xiaoxian nodded slightly, he whispered a few words in the manager's ear, and the manager followed him out of the room in disbelief.

At the beginning of the truth or dare, Zhang Xiaoxian and the manager sat at the door, chatting with each other. At first, Huang Mao argued loudly, but he couldn't suppress Jiang Ting's calm conversation, and finally gradually lowered down and stopped talking, only Jiang Ting's unhurried voice came from the room.

Half an hour later, the door was pushed open, and Huang Mao sat there with his head drooped and a solemn face, without saying a word.

"He ......" the manager opened his mouth, he looked at his nephew, only to find that the latter's face was full of seriousness and thought.

This kind of look he hadn't seen on his nephew's face for many years

"It's okay, let him stay by himself for a while." Jiang Ting spoke, "I gave him a psychological counseling. ”

"Psychological counseling?" The manager was a little puzzled.

Jiang Ting nodded, and took out a business card from his pocket as if he were juggling: "Actually, I'm a psychiatrist." ”

"Thank you, Dr. Jiang."

The manager took the business card with both hands, his expression was very serious, he had been in a place like the bathing center for many years, and his ability to observe words and colors was first-class. Judging from the look of his nephew, Dr. Jiang's guidance had a great impact on his heart.

No one wants to watch their children eat and wait for death, even if he opens a bathing center, he wants to watch Huang Mao go to the whole city.

"Let's settle the bill." Jiang Ting got dressed and took out his mobile phone.

"No, no, no." The manager resolutely shook his head and excused himself, "It's just that I invited the two, Dr. Jiang is from a big city, and with Dr. Jiang's ability, I'm afraid that even the consultation fee will not be enough...... Xiao Liu, come over with two VIP cards, hurry up! ”

……

"How did you convince him?" Zhang Xiaoxian played with the card in his hand, and sighed, "Give away 20 imperial packages, and 50% off the room and bath fees throughout the year, this is the rhythm of hollowing out the body." ”

"Actually, it's nothing." Jiang Ting shook his head, "I'll guess with him first, and I'm asking the truth, he hasn't won once." ”

"Why?"

"Because my body has reached the realm of a martial arts grandmaster, my control and reaction ability to my body are far beyond ordinary people, and I can quickly change my moves after he makes a move, and he can't see it."

Jiang Ting explained, in fact, if he reached Luo Zhen's level, his spirit and spirit were blended into one, and his ability to control his body reached the limit, and even bullets could be easily dodged.

With an existence of strength like Luo Zhen, one person can compete with a small army, unless hundreds of people take guns to surround him in the center to shoot, ordinary people are not his opponents at all.

"Then I made him recognize the reality based on some information about him, and to put it bluntly, the yellow hair still lacks discipline." Jiang Ting paused, "The so-called discipline is not only a lesson and a reprimand, but also a lesson in words and deeds, how to communicate and contact with people, which is also caused by his parents' busy business." ”

"When he grows up and is beaten and taught a lesson by society, he will naturally be able to learn these things, I just advanced the process." Jiang Ting's tone was calm.

"As for the free order and VIP card or something, we don't have to care, after all, it is the labor cost, and this manager is just doing a favor without a foundation, so you don't have to take it to heart."

"After all, I saved a lost soul." Jiang Ting said indifferently.

"You're such a saint!" Zhang Xiaoxian looked at Jiang Ting's pretending face and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.