The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 26 Ma Bond's "The Third Update, Adding Updates to the Alliance Leader 'Black Sky Seven'"

To Goose City, the first wait is two days.

I waited left and right, but I never saw Qian Zhenren come back. Zhang Heng was so anxious that he wanted to call the police.

Although Qian Zhenren's cultivation level is good, the rivers and lakes are also very dangerous. If he encounters a thousand-year-old ghost king, gold and silver armored corpses, droughts, and flying zombies, Qian Zhenren will not be able to return.

Fortunately, Qian Shui persuaded him.

It was explained that Qian Zhenren may have been entertained after the ritual.

In the past, there was such a situation. With the idea of ​​being a bastard without taking advantage of it, as long as the other party didn't drive him away, Zhenren Qian could stay at someone's house for several days.

After hearing this, Zhang Heng couldn't help but think of himself.

When Qian Zhenren went to visit Xu Zhenren, he stayed for a few days before leaving, and when he left, he had to take some things back with him.

At that time, Zhang Heng couldn't help but think, there is nothing wrong with Qian Zhenren's house?
After a long time of fuss, people came to eat the big households. This is one hour to eat the enemy, and it is twenty minutes for me.

Wonderful!

After all, it is also a real person from Maoshan, a man of morality. For the sake of being a man, Zhang Heng is also speechless.

If the patriarch had not passed away, he really wanted to go to Maoshan and ask, what did the patriarch teach your disciple, it is us who do not teach well.

"Today is the third day, Shishu should be back, right?"

Zhang Heng is too lazy to wait. If he doesn't come back tonight, he would rather use Linghe to pass on calligraphy and get Qian Zhenren back.

"Count the days, you should be back."

Qian Shui responded to Zhang Heng's words. After speaking, he asked eagerly: "Junior Brother, Rongjizhai's breakfast is good, why don't we try it?"

Zhang Heng looked back at him.

Compared to Qian Zhenzhen, who loves money like his life, his disciple Qian Shui is a foodie.

He is not interested in anything other than eating. Anyway, in the past few days, Zhang Heng has never seen him meditate and practice Qi, occasionally read books, and read various recipes. People who don't know him think he is learning to cook.

Zhang Heng asked him if he didn't practice every day?

He giggled and said only that Master will come back and practice again.

Good guy, people fish for three days and dry the net for two days. He sieves the net for six days and fishes for one day.

Cultivation is not for oneself, but for Zhenren Qian.

A whole school-weary scumbag.

Rong Ji Zhai.

"One serving of roast goose, two servings of pork ribs rice in a porcelain cup, and a pot of Pu'er, here are four specialty dishes."

Picking a place to sit down, Zhang Heng pointed to the table next to him: "They are with us, and ask them what to eat."

Qian Shui sat next to Zhang Heng, looked at Dakui and the others at the table behind him, and whispered, "Junior Brother, why do you always take a few people with you when you go out?"

Zhang Heng did not answer this, but instead asked: "Can you fight?"

"sure!"

Qian Shui patted his chest and assured: "I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, and two or three people are not my opponents."

Zhang Heng asked again, "What about three or five?"

Qian Shui shook his head: "That won't work, two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and my heat is not enough."

"What if the other party has a gun?"

"gun?"

Qian Shui shrank his neck: "Don't talk about me, even Master doesn't dare to resist Ziyi, we are not invulnerable zombies, that thing is not a joke."

After finishing speaking, Qian Shui added: "Of course, Master said that guns are nothing special. Unless someone plots against them, he will give us a chance to open a forum and attract zombies and evil spirits. Dozens of people are not enough for us to kill."

"I'm afraid there won't be a chance."

Zhang Heng took a sip from the teacup: "In this world, there are only those who have the mind and do not have the heart, and there are few who do not have the will to do it. If you and I have not studied the arts, naturally you must understand the truth that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall."

"Take these guards as an example. Whether it's a bandit or a thief Jiang Yang, you can see that I'm not easy to mess with, so naturally I'll take a detour. Not to mention safety, it can save a lot of trouble."

"I'm a person who is afraid of trouble. Since I can do one thing less, why should I do more?"

boom! !

Just as he was talking, there was a noise from the rice noodle shop opposite.

Zhang Heng didn't care at first, but after a while, the gun was fired.

"Go and see what's going on?"

Zhang Heng instructed Dakui.

Dakui strode away, and came back not long after, whispering: "It is said that he is the son of the new magistrate, and he does not give money for eating jelly."

"The county magistrate won't give you money for eating jelly?"

Zhang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.

After a while, he instructed, "Call the Master and go take a look."

When Zhang Heng arrived with someone, a young man in the jelly shop said loudly, "Some people said that the county magistrate came to Goose City to give us justice."

"We said yes."

"Now, the county magistrate's son eats two bowls of noodles, but is only willing to pay for one bowl."

"Is it fair to deny a bowl of jelly?"

A young man was arguing: "Fart, I just ate a bowl of noodles and gave me money for a bowl of noodles, why isn't it fair?"

The young man grabbed forward, grabbed the shopkeeper of the jelly shop and asked, "You said, one bowl of noodles, or two bowls?"

"Two bowls."

The shopkeeper said tremblingly, "It's really two bowls, and he only gave money for one bowl."

"Did you hear it?"

The young people raised their arms and shouted: "The county magistrate does not give money for food. Do you think he can give us justice for such a county magistrate?"

"cannot!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Okay, okay, I see it, you people are all bad people."

The young man pulled out a dagger: "Isn't it ruthless, believe it or not, I will open my stomach so you can see how many bowls of noodles there are?"

boom! !

As soon as the voice fell, there was another gunshot in everyone's ears.

Looking back, I saw a young man in a white robe and a jacket, holding a box gun in his hand.

What makes people strange is that this gentleman's clothes are actually embroidered with gossip patterns. Could he be a Taoist priest?
"Who are you, do you know who I am?" The young man said loudly when he saw someone disturbing the scene, "I'm Hu Wan, the big housekeeper of the Huang family, are you tired of living?"

"Huang Mansion, such a big name!"

Zhang Heng threw the box cannon to Dakui and said coldly, "I'm Zhang Heng, Huang's family, from the Zhang family in Dagou Town, a moth family that sells tobacco soil and makes money in the country. What's the matter, the market has gone up? Practice at home."

Upon hearing this.

There was a lot of discussion.

"The Zhang family in Dagou Town, isn't that the Tuba King of Yangjiang County next door?"

"Yeah, why did they come to Goose City?"

"Hey, Mr. Huang has kicked the iron plate this time. I heard that the Zhang family in Dagou Town is incredible. There are several hundred militiamen in their hands, all made in Germany, as well as machine guns and small artillery. ."

"Master Huang is not bad here. There are hundreds of family members in the Huang family, and they are fierce."

"Go, go, the Zhang family's militia group is based on the regular army, and the hundreds of Huang family's servants, what to fight with others."

Listening to everyone's discussion, Hu Wan folded his fists: "Master Zhang, my Huang family and your Zhang family have always kept water from the well, and the two sides are not too far apart. For the sake of a foreign county magistrate, not so much. ?"

Zhang Heng smiled coldly: "I don't rub sand in my eyes, and I hate being bullied by others."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the young man: "Boy, you have taken his word. He has negotiated with the jelly seller, and he is waiting for you to open your stomach to prove yourself."

Looking up and down the young man's eyes, he said again: "How did your father teach you, you unrealistic thing, you can still survive when you open your stomach and take out the jelly from your stomach?"

"Good lesson!"

A valiant middle-aged man came out of the door: "My lord, Ma Bangde, the county magistrate of Echeng County, thank you very much, this time thanks to my brother."

(End of this chapter)