Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 125 Odds change and evens remain the same (Add a new chapter for the salted fish who can swim)

   "Master, you eat first, I'll go down first," the boy bowed.

   Zhang Jing remained silent, and continued to stuff a "ball."

   Zhang Jing's heart jumped wildly, he couldn't be a fellow, right?

This…

   This can also be said, after all, why should he be the only one to wear it?

   Could it be that he is just one of the thousands of traversers in this world?

  At this moment, Zhang Jing thought a lot and suspected that this was just a game world.

   Also, it doesn't seem impossible.

  However, if this person is really a "fellow townsman," wouldn't he be a bit unsatisfactory?

   Still, this "fellow townsman" has not yet discovered that this is a world of high martial arts.

  Eating and eating, Zhang Jing stopped, he was eager to know if this person is a "fellow townsman."

  If it is true, what attitude should I take to face it?

   Weeping with joy?

  After all, it is not easy to find a fellow from thousands of worlds away.

  Or, kill him?

  What if it is revealed that he is not from this world?

  Zhang Jing suspects that there are real top bosses in this world,

  Maybe those people are like immortals, of course, this is Zhang Jing's imagination.

  However, it’s not unfounded. According to Zhang Jing’s understanding, the innate realm can already make a life span of nearly two hundred.

  What about the innate?

   Is there a thousand-year or ten-thousand-year old monster?

   Zhang Jing wasn't sure.

  If those ten-thousand-year old monsters know that they are not from this world, what if they erase their uncertain factors?

  After all, Zhang Jing has read a lot of this kind of thing in novels.

  So, Zhang Jing is very tangled now.

  Zhang Jing quickly solved the "balls" in the bowl

   Then, stand up, no matter what you think, you must first determine whether that person is your "fellow townsman."

   "Xiao Er, pay the bill," Zhang Jing raised his hand to signal.

  The boy who collected Zhang Jing's silver hurriedly approached Zhang Jing, "Master, sixty copper coins."

   Zhang Jing nodded and took out another piece of silver from the money bag,

   put it on the hand and tossed it,

   "No need to look for it, the rest is for you."

   "Thank you, sir," said the boy with a smile all over his face. How long will it take to meet such a generous guest.

  Don’t look at it as just a small piece of silver, it’s not easy for the boy to shake,

   At least it is worth several hundred copper plates.

   "Don't be in a hurry to thank me, you have to do something for me," Zhang Jing said softly.

   "Master, you order," the boy cupped his hands, and inadvertently stuffed the silver into his arms.

   Zhang Jing just pretended not to see it, if this guy doesn’t help him,

  He has ten thousand ways to make this boy spit out the money again,

  The money of his Zhang Zhaizhu is not so easy to get.

   "Call your shopkeeper over for me, I have something to ask," Zhang Jing glanced at the boy.

   "Uh, this..." The boy was a little hesitant, not sure if it was true, or maybe he wanted some money.

   Zhang Jing sneered in his heart, did he really take him for granted?

  The left leg was slightly exerted, and a large pit collapsed under the foot.

   Then he glanced coldly at the servant.

  The boy took a deep breath, his legs trembling a little,

  When did he see such a master, and he just took his money.

   Moreover, there are some greedy.

  What if I hold a grudge? Will he kill himself at night?

   It’s not that I haven’t heard of the kind of people in the rivers and lakes,

   Killing, that's commonplace,

   In the storyteller's mouth, people in the Jianghu are the kind of characters who say nothing and say nothing. The servant has never seen it but heard it.

  I thought it was just a story in a book, but I didn't expect to actually meet this kind of person.

  The boy regretted taking Zhang Jing's money, and tremblingly took out the money again, along with the previous reward.

   "Hero, hero, I'll call the shopkeeper right away."

  Zhang Jing smiled lightly and waved his hands, "The money is given to you, so you can keep it, as long as you finish the work."

   "Hey, hey, I'll go right away," the servant stuffed the money into his arms, and hurried to call the shopkeeper.

  On the way, he thought about it again, "Maybe a big man like him doesn't think much of this money."

  When he was hungry before, he even fantasized about whether such a big man would have steamed buns to eat every day,

   Later, when he ate it, he didn't think so anymore.

   Zhang Jing sat on the stool again, waiting for the shopkeeper to arrive.

soon,

  A middle-aged rich man walked up to Zhang Jing,

  The boy followed behind.

   "Guest officer, what do you need from me?" Jiang Dacheng took a look at Zhang Jing, as if he had never seen this person before.

  The boy lowered his head in the back, and didn't say anything about Zhang Jing's previous kick, but only said that a guest was looking for him.

   Otherwise, he might not be able to do this job for long.

   "Odd and even unchanged?" Zhang Jing stared at the eyes of the shopkeeper in front of him like a torch.

  If it is really a "folk," no matter how well it is hidden, if there is no preparation in advance, there will be some strangeness in the mind.

   "What? Say it again, I don't quite understand," the shopkeeper asked suspiciously.

  Just now, the guest officer's words can be understood word by word, but Jiang Dacheng can't understand what it means when they are combined together.

   "Oh, it's nothing," Zhang Jing felt relieved for some reason, and then felt a little disappointed.

  Just now Zhang Jing has been staring at Jiang Dacheng's expression,

pity,

  No problem at all.

  If you are really a fellow, you will definitely understand, even if you pretend you don't understand, you will pause for a moment.

but,

   According to Zhang Jing,

  Jiang Dacheng couldn't see any problem at all.

   If it is really a fake, then the acting is too good,

  So, Zhang Jing changed the topic in time, since he is not a fellow, there is no need to explain this.

   "Uh, then I'll be busy first, sir, take your time," Jiang Dacheng didn't know that Zhang Jing had just finished eating, but saw a few bowls on the table, thinking they were leftovers from the previous table.

   "Erba, you haven't cleaned up the things on the table yet," the shopkeeper ordered to the servant behind him.

   "Hey, hey," Er Wa quickly put away the bowl and left here.

   "Wait," Zhang Jing called to stop the shopkeeper.

   "What? Do you have something else to do?" The shopkeeper frowned,

  He is still busy here, but the visitor is a guest, and he can't show his face.

   "Did you come up with this "meat ball" by yourself?" Zhang Jing asked.

   "This..." Jiang Dacheng frowned, a little displeased, the guest in front of him was a bit too ignorant.

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes, and threw a piece of silver to the shopkeeper, "I just asked, I also ate this kind of food when I was in the Central Plains, I didn't expect it to be available here, so just ask, if you are inconvenient to answer, just forget it. "

   It’s impossible to forget, if you don’t say it, Zhang Jing will have to knock on the door of his house at night.

   I wish you all a happy new year and prosperity next year!

  (end of this chapter)