Zhang San came to a house, with a red door and a golden ring, and a high wall, which was obviously a big family, and he also knew that the person who killed the monkey was here, so he reached out and knocked on the door.

The porter opened the door and poked his head out, but when he saw that it was a beggar, his face changed immediately, and he said, "My family is reluctant to give up things, you can leave quickly!"

But in the end, the door was still not closed, because the little beggar stretched out a hand against the door, the door seemed to be stuck, unable to move, no matter how hard the doorman tried, he couldn't push the door at all, and he could only give up, helplessly looked at the beggar in front of him who seemed to have a huge amount of strength and said: "That's it, my lord really won't give you things, but if you let you in, I'll be bigger than one, and I can't say that half a month's salary is gone, so I'll give you two copper plates, you go." As he spoke, he reached into his arms, took out two copper plates, and handed them to Zhang San.

Zhang San was still stunned and looked at the door, he didn't even bother to look at the two copper plates.

"Hey, beggar, don't get an inch!" the porter was not pleased, and raised his voice a little.

"You here, someone has killed my friend, and I'm here to get him to pay for his life. Zhang San's tone was wooden, and his eyes were cold.

"Yo he?" the porter laughed angrily, "Not to mention that my family is a famous nobleman, I don't bother to look at you lice-covered beggars at all, even if you are really killed, so what?" He raised his eyebrows, his nostrils were skyrocketing, and he looked very arrogant, especially there was a mole at the corner of his mouth, with the face of a thief's eyebrows and rat eyes, it was unpleasant to look at.

However, Zhang San is not qualified to dislike it, because in the eyes of others, he is inferior to this gatehouse. He was just very angry, and the flame that had been almost burning rose again, and said: "That's my friend, we grew up together, ate together, begged together, slept together, we were together all the time, but now, he was killed by you." ”

His tone seemed flat, but there was always an indescribable coldness that felt like ...... With murderous intent!

The porter was noncommittal, just thinking that it was nonsense said by a bold little beggar, but when he saw him stretch out his hand, he pushed Zhang San, and said: "Boy, it's not my friend who killed you, and it won't be someone here, you better hurry up and get out, save yourself from being beaten!"

Zhang San was pushed, but he didn't retreat much, only half a step to stand on his heels, and didn't speak, he went up and directly raised his foot and kicked on the chest of the porter, who immediately flew far upside down, and dragged a long distance on the ground, lying there unconscious.

The young beggar pushed the door open, tears streaming down his face, and he didn't know when he fell. Someone saw him enter the door, but also saw him kicking the doorway, and quickly lowered their heads, ran far away, and pretended not to see, and in this way, the young beggar walked unhindered to a house, and with a push of his hand, the door opened.

The young man in the house turned his head to look, thinking that someone had brought him something to eat, but he saw a beggar standing at the door, irritable at the moment.

"Who let the beggar in?!" The young man shouted at the door, "Could it be that you don't want to do it?

Zhang San was unmoved, and stepped into the threshold with his feet raised.

The young man suddenly felt that this beggar was a little familiar, and after thinking about it carefully, he remembered that it was the one he had just beaten himself, so he had a seizure, stood up, and said with a smile: "Could it be that I didn't kill you when I beat you just now, and came back to beg for a beating?"

The beggar didn't speak, but just threw a punch, the young man saw it clearly, he already had many martial arts masters, he really saw the fist of the little beggar in front of him, and how much strength could he have with that malnourished little arm and thin leg? Thinking like this, the young man met it with a punch, and he used all his strength, he wanted to hear the sound of the little beggar's bones shattering.

It's just that he didn't expect that his confident punch with all his strength was like a hammer on a piece of fine iron, and he couldn't even block half a point of the opponent's punch. He did hear the sound of bones shattering, but it was his own, and it was only after a split second that he felt a sharp pain, and rolled on the ground with his arms folded and wailed.

The young man's face was terrified, and it was difficult to accept this, how could the stinky beggar, who had just been pressed to the ground and beaten half to death, be able to swing such a powerful punch now? Then, he suddenly remembered that the beggar's leg should have been broken, and his hand should have been broken, and it was his own hand at that time, and he saw that it was all deformed, how could it all be all right now? The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, the more painful he became, he lay on the ground, looked at the face of the beggar in the high place, and blamed himself in fear - he should have been beaten to death!

"The monkey is dead. Zhang San said.

"Who is the monkey?" asked the young man through gritted teeth, not only because of resentment, but also because of the excruciating pain.

"It's the guy you just hit. ”

"He stole my money bag, so why if I beat him to death?"

"You killed my friend, so it's okay for me to kill you, right?" Zhang San actually laughed fiercely, his expression was like the joy and impatience of a cannibal demon when he saw fresh flesh and blood, how hideous!

But he is just a poor beggar with a gray face, who doesn't even have a complete piece of good cloth on his body, and he still has tears on his face, why is he so hideous?!

But the young man lying on the ground was so frightened that he even overwhelmed the pain in his hands. You must know that the so-called beggars are all characters who are not afraid of death, and if they really want to kill anyone, they will do it. He said with a pale face: "Kill me, kill me, you will be retaliated, and you will also die!" But under such a demeanor and tone, how can this kind of talk have any deterrent effect?

"I'm just here to kill you!" Zhang San stepped forward and rode on the young man's body, his fists falling like raindrops, the sound of bone cracking continued to sound, and the screams were endless.

"Who is it?!" Someone heard the movement here, knew that the young master had an accident, and immediately tightened his heart, and hurriedly copied the guy to the door of the young master's room, but saw a beggar riding on the young master and pounding wildly, seeing that the young master couldn't stand it, seven or eight people didn't think much about it, grabbed the stick in their hands, rushed forward, and shouted: "You dog thing, stop it!"

The wooden sticks kept falling on Zhang San's body, and some of them were broken, but they still didn't interrupt his continuous punches.

"Get him out! Get him out!" the young man roared anxiously and painfully, his voice broken and sharp.

Seven or eight sticks were stuck up and down around the beggar's arms, and the latter really couldn't move, because he was carried into the air.

"Young Master, are you alright?" asked a subordinate with concern.

"What do you see?" the young man had a blue nose, swollen face, and his front teeth were gone, and his mouth was full of blood, but he still had the strength to speak and curse, so there was no big problem.

"Go, break this beggar's leg and throw it into the street!" ordered the leader of the men.

"Yes. "The subordinates should be reconciled and want to take Zhang San away.

"Wait!" the young man said again.

The subordinates looked at the young master, waiting for orders.

"Young master, I'm a big man, just throw him out of the gate. The young man was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and his face was full of blood and embarrassment, but at this moment, his image suddenly became tall in the eyes of the people, this is the great good man whose heart can tolerate the world and move the sky!

"Yes!" the subordinates took Zhang San and threw him outside the door.

From beginning to end, Zhang San's expression was always calm, and his eyes were staring straight at the young man, like a ghost seeking souls.

After Zhang San was thrown out of the gate, the young man's face suddenly distorted, anger, hatred, and humiliation hit him at the same time, he hated to eat Zhang San's flesh raw on the spot and drink his blood alive!

"You, come here!" the young man called for a subordinate, "take a dozen or twenty people, and go to the ancestral hall on the corner of the street......