The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 95 Time will repair everything

After selling the goods, Zhang Jingyuan walked out of Sanpoji, found a deserted place, took off his disguise and turned into his original appearance, and then walked into Sanpoji again.

When he arrived at the inn, he asked for a room at random. Zhang Jingyuan placed layers of early warning arrays on the door and windows, including the roof and floor, and then fell asleep directly.

He hasn't had a full night's sleep since he entered Canglang Demonic Mountain, and after going through so many events, although his body can still bear it, his spirit is really exhausted to the extreme.

After all, he is still a weakling at the fourth level of Qi Refining. Before, it looked like he was fighting in all directions, killing all directions, but in reality he was dancing on the tip of a knife, and his spirit was extremely tense.

At this time, Zhang Jingyuan slept until the evening, and the sun was about to set, and then he woke up in confusion and staggeringly.

When he walked to the hall, he directly asked the waiter to serve him a few big dishes, such as braised pork knuckles, braised pork trotters, and braised beef tendon. During this period of time, he almost only had barbecue dry food, and he could eat any other flavor if he wanted. Disaster.

Sometimes, you can even boil a pot of mountain spring water, throw a few vinegar cloths into it, and take a sip of the sour soup to relieve your tiredness.

However, at this time, the discussion at the next table caught Zhang Jingyuan's attention.

"Have you heard about Sister Mei Hong's death?"

said a diner dressed in black.

"Of course I've heard about it. Sister Mei Hong is a good person with not many people in Sanpo. Why did she let her die?"

The speaker, the diner in white, shook his head regretfully.

"You are greedy for Sister Mei Hong's body. You feel that you will never be able to touch that white, plump body. The most important thing is that you don't need money, so you are regretful."

The red-clothed diner sitting opposite him said with a smile and a thief's light in his eyes.

"Nonsense, I didn't give you any money when I went to Sister Mei Hong's place that time. I just think it's so regrettable that Sister Mei Hong died."

The diner in white glared at the opposite person and said angrily, but no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to be lacking in confidence and was trying to be strong on the outside.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. In the past few months, Sanpoji has become evil. Counting this, fifty or sixty people have died."

"Besides, why are you bringing up Sister Mei Hong's matter when you have nothing to do? She has been dead for almost two days, and the survivors of the mountains and fields surrounding the door are getting upset. They are freeloaders, right? Everyone is dead, and they are still I want to continue freeloading."

Seeing that the diner in red still wanted to make fun of him, the diner in white decisively changed the subject and said to the diner in black.

"I don't have to mention Sister Mei Hong, but you guys don't know that since this morning, a boy of sixteen or seventeen has been lying at the door of Sister Mei Hong's house, crying and crying. It’s been going on for a whole day and it hasn’t stopped yet.”

"You said that this kid, even before his hair has even grown, just imitates adults and plays with women. But tell me, how did he, a mortal with only the first level of Qi refining, have the courage to go to Sanpoji? And how did he get along with Mei? Did Sister Hong hook up with her? It’s really weird.”

"It means that Sister Mei Hong is not picky. It's not like you don't know Sister Mei Hong. She is a good person. As long as you come to the door, she will respond to your requests. As long as you ask, she will give you whatever you ask. I don't know how tired I am. Serving you dirty men, what are you trying to do..."

However, while the diner in black was talking endlessly, a cold voice interrupted him.

"Excuse me, what does this sixteen- or seventeen-year-old kid look like? Does he have a square face, a little baby fat on his cheeks, and eyebrows as thick as if they had been smeared with charcoal?"

Zhang Jingyuan asked the diners in black. His originally calm expression was now mixed with a hint of complicated weirdness. He was surprised, relieved, and a little unbelievable.

"It looks like this. Haven't you seen it yourself? Why are you asking me?"

The diner in black glared at Zhang Jingyuan angrily. He felt that Zhang Jingyuan was just deliberately entertaining him.

Although he already felt that it was very likely, Zhang Jingyuan's heart suddenly became more complicated after hearing what the diner in black said.

Should he say that our son has just grown up, or should he be angry that Zhao Mingyang actually slept with Sister Mei Hong without telling him.

He could even say with certainty that Zhao Mingyang had definitely hidden it from him and ran to Sanpoji, otherwise, he wouldn't have been like this.

However, he didn't mean to blame Zhao Mingyang. As a boy, he finally tasted some sweetness, and the marrow tasted as sweet as sugar. It is not an exaggeration to say that this kind of thing is on his mind and he thinks about it all day and night.

Everyone has been young at one time or another, and this is understandable.

Coupled with the fact that Sister Mei Hong was, how should I put it, gentle, soft-spoken, and considerate, this situation was too destructive for an inexperienced little boy like Zhao Mingyang. He was not surprised at all that Zhao Mingyang fell into it.

In addition, he had a headache and didn't know how to comfort Zhao Mingyang later.

But for a while, it may still be unknown what will happen, but he will definitely feel restless during this meal.

With a slight sigh, Zhang Jingyuan threw five hundred spirit coins on the table. He said, "Leave the food for me. I'll eat it when I get back."

Two minutes later, Zhang Jingyuan arrived at Sister Mei Hong's door and saw the boy lying on the door frame of Sister Mei Hong's house, curled up in a ball.

The young man hugged himself tightly. His face and palms were all black. Only the two tear tracks from the corners of his eyes to his chin were white. He didn't know when Zhao Mingyang learned about the death of Sister Mei Hong. How did he come here in such a panic all night long?

He could no longer imagine the hardships and pain Zhao Mingyang went through on this journey. It was probably no exaggeration to say that for Zhao Mingyang, this was a heart-wrenching and thorny road.

Originally, he wanted to make some jokes with Zhao Mingyang, but seeing this situation, he found that he suddenly didn't know what to say despite his sharp tongue that he had cultivated for half an era.

Walking up to Zhao Mingyang, Zhang Jingyuan shouted softly: "Mingyang."

Zhao Mingyang raised his head blankly, his originally huge and bright eyes were filled with emptiness, as if his soul had been lost.

Zhang Jingyuan felt his heart suddenly hurt again.

After Zhao Mingyang died in his previous life, this was the way Zhao's mother looked at him.

After ten breaths, Zhao Mingyang seemed to recognize who the person in front of him was.

"Brother Jing!"

With a 'wow' sound, Zhao Mingyang burst into tears and rushed over, grabbing Zhang Jingyuan's thigh tightly.

This wailing sound is simply sorrowful, heartbreaking, and heart-wrenching.

Zhao Mingyang seemed to want to vent all the worries, fears, pain and sadness of the day.

This cry caused everyone around, especially the nearby residents and merchants, to stare angrily.

A burly man with big arms and a round waist, holding a butcher's knife in his hand, rushed out of the house and shouted angrily: "This bastard, I've been crying all day, why don't you pay him back? Mom hasn't cried enough? You bastard?" .Mom can only cry for a day. If she cries again, I will chop her off..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly found a flying sword floating on his throat. A biting chill instantly invaded his head, and he suddenly woke up.

"you you!"

The sturdy man pointed at Zhang Jingyuan and wanted to continue scolding him, but found that the words were on his lips but could not come out. "Why did you provoke this young man? He was the one who killed Lao Dao Qiu. Do you think your head is tougher than that of Lao Dao Qiu?"

Someone next to him recognized Zhang Jingyuan and said sarcastically to the tall man.

Qiu Laodao is also an old man from Sanpoji, and he has been engaged in deception and abduction business. His heart is darker than anyone else, but before Zhang Jingyuan, no one took care of him. Guess why?
Isn't it because Qiu Laodao is not only evil-hearted but also hard-handed? Anyway, they think they are not Qiu Laodao's opponent.

After this reminder, the sturdy man suddenly remembered who Zhang Jingyuan was, and he suddenly cried out in his heart.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingyuan snorted coldly and took back the flying sword.

The sturdy man didn't say anything. He immediately turned around and walked back home, closing the window and door tightly.

Others followed suit and hurried back one by one, closing the windows and doors tightly.

But in just a few breaths, the originally noisy street suddenly became dead silent, as if everyone had disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingyuan shook his head helplessly. When did his reputation in Sanpoji become so bad? He was almost like a street-cleaning tiger.

"Jing...Brother Jing...Sister Mei Hong, Sister Mei Hong is dead."

He didn't know how long he cried before Zhao Mingyang finally managed to say a complete sentence.

"I know she is dead, but don't be sad. Sanpoji is not a good place to begin with, and in recent months, people have been dying inexplicably. Sister Mei Hong..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Jingyuan paused and said slowly: "I can only say that her life is not good."

"I persuaded Sister Mei Hong to move to Yanyang City, but no matter what I said, she didn't agree. If she had agreed, maybe she wouldn't have died."

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingyang cried louder. He didn't know whether he hated Sister Mei Hong for not listening to him, or whether he hated himself for not persuading Sister Mei Hong properly.

However, he didn't notice that Zhang Jingyuan's expression suddenly became weird after hearing this.

To be honest, although he didn't know how far Zhao Mingyang and Sister Mei Hong had progressed, he felt that Zhao Mingyang might be overthinking.

Sister Mei Hong may be nice to Zhao Mingyang, but that doesn't mean that she will fall in love with Zhao Mingyang, let alone leave Sanpoji and live in Yanyang City for Zhao Mingyang.

Although Sister Mei Hong is a good person, she has great love and is kind to everyone...

Perhaps during this period, Zhao Mingyang absorbed a lot of warmth from Sister Mei Hong, but if Sister Mei Hong only warmed Zhao Mingyang, this possibility is really unlikely.

Zhao Mingyang is still too young, Zhang Jingyuan sighed inexplicably.

Holding Zhang Jingyuan's thigh tightly, Zhao Mingyang cried while telling the story of how he met Sister Mei Hong.

The more Zhang Jingyuan listened, the more he felt that he finally understood what it means to have a child who is older than his mother, and the married girl is the water thrown away.

Co-author, after he brought Zhao Mingyang to Sanpoji for the first time, it didn't take long before Zhao Mingyang secretly went to Sanpoji by himself.

However, at the beginning, Zhao Mingyang just helped Sister Mei Hong with her work and took care of these mountain survivors. After all, he was still an innocent little boy.

As for when he ran to the bed to work, Zhao Mingyang didn't say, and he was too embarrassed to ask.

"Sister Mei Hong has never accepted my money, and encouraged me to live a happy life even if I am a mortal. She also encouraged me that since I want to go out on the Star Dragon to see it, then go and see it, she Get me money, she also said that I am the kindest, simplest and most innocent big boy she has ever seen."

Speaking of this, Zhao Mingyang's face showed a hint of shy and proud nostalgia.

But after hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan finally knew how Zhao Mingyang fell in love with Sister Mei Hong.

A woman not only sleeps with you for free, but also gives you money to help you realize your dreams. She always praises you as the best, the best, and encourages you to live a good life. If Zhao Mingyang, a sixteen-year-old boy who is just starting out, would If it doesn’t fall, then it’s called a ghost.

To be honest, let alone sixteen years old, I'm afraid I can't handle it even if I'm thirty.

However, the better Sister Mei Hong treats Zhao Mingyang, the more difficult Zhao Mingyang's current situation becomes.

It has to be said that Sister Mei Hong is completely qualified as an enlightener and life mentor for a teenager to reach adulthood.

He even believes that if this situation continues for a while, with the encouragement of Sister Mei Hong, Zhao Mingyang will become a new person and become a responsible and confident person.

But what I never expected was that Sister Mei Hong would die.

So now there's trouble.

"Okay, don't be sad or uncomfortable. No one wants to see Sister Mei Hong die, and I believe Sister Mei Hong doesn't want you to be like this either,"

Half pulling, half pulling and half coaxing, Zhang Jingyuan finally brought Zhao Mingyang to the inn.

The things he ordered were still there, but they were cold.

After asking the waiter to warm it up, Zhang Jingyuan called Zhao Mingyang several times. Seeing that Zhao Mingyang was not interested in eating, he could only give up and start eating by himself.

Back in the room, Zhao Mingyang was still looking out the window stupidly, saying nothing for a long time and not sleeping.

Zhang Jingyuan sighed softly in his heart. He didn't know what to say and couldn't say anything.

After all, everyone has been here since they were teenagers. Not to mention the loss of such a good woman like Sister Mei Hong, even if they break up, it will be life-or-death.

This kind of thing can only be smoothed out bit by bit by time and the sadness can be repaired.

Staring blankly out the window, Zhao Mingyang recalled every moment he spent with Sister Mei Hong, her smiles, and those words of concern and encouragement for him.

It was with Sister Mei Hong that he realized what it felt like to be a real man.

But now it's gone, nothing.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, a fierce look burst out in his eyes. He wanted to avenge Sister Mei Hong!

He wanted to find out who killed Sister Mei Hong!

Thinking of this, he glanced at Zhang Jingyuan, who was sleeping soundly, and made a decision in his heart. He would rely on his own strength and not bother Zhang Jingyuan anymore.

Moreover, Sister Mei Hong said that he is already a powerful man.

(End of this chapter)