Zhang Jing slowly came out of the secret room, and when he was exposed to the sun on the first day of the New Year, he narrowed his eyes.

The clear muscles on the body reflect a little under the illumination.

Fair and bronzed skin, which is very impactful.

"Sir," Zhang Ye lowered his head slightly and set his eyes on the ground.

I didn't dare to look directly at Zhang Jing.

"Are you anxious?" Zhang Jing said lightly.

"Sir, don't be anxious."

Zhang Ye naturally knew what this sentence meant.

It's just asking Han Qianshu whether he is anxious to find him.

Zhang Jing nodded, just don’t worry, and stayed in the secret room for seven days, but Zhang Jing still wanted to wash up.

“Is the hot water ready?”

Zhang Ye said softly:

“It’s ready.”

Zhang Jing washes quickly. Men generally don’t like to waste time on bathing.

Zhang Jing basically rinsed it with warm water several times, and then soaked it again and it was over.

In fact, with Zhang Jing's physique, even using ice water is nothing.

But it's a matter of habit.

Zhang Jing is basically used to washing with warm water.

After washing up, I eat early.

Zhang Jing basically eats breakfast whenever he wakes up early.

There are no exceptions, breakfast eating is simple.

A bowl of white porridge, a plate of pickles, and a few eggs.

Zhang Jing and Zhang Ye each had a bowl of it, slowly drinking white porridge.

Although this kind of life is not ostentatious, it also has a unique taste.

To be honest, if this world was not a martial arts world, Zhang Jing might have really become a rich man.

Every day, I drink tea, drink wine, walk birds and fight cocks.

When you are fine, I will tease the widow who sells tofu.

Don't ask anything, because usually, the ones who sell tofu are widows.

And she is pretty.

Of course, this is just a kind of concept.

Just like Zhang Jing once imagined rebellion and fighting for dominance.

Or maybe you are engaged in the officialdom and climb up step by step.

There are countless possibilities in a person's life, and now Zhang Jing chooses to reach the top of martial arts.

Zhang Jing used it very quickly, and then Zhang Jing changed into a dark black robe.

It has simple patterns embroidered on it, which looks a bit heroic.

As he walked, Zhang Jing stopped.

Because, there was a young man in a white robe watching him at the tea stall in front of the left.

Zhang Jing is a little familiar with this person, and he is Bai Sizi.

Or it is called "The Grand Qi National Master" and "Zi Yang Zhenren Uncle Duan Guan's disciples are more suitable.

When he followed Han Qianshu out of the palace, Zhang Jing asked intentionally or unintentionally.

"Mr. Zhang, please," Bai Sizi's lips moved slightly, and his voice spoke very lightly.

However, Zhang Jing's cultivation can hear clearly.

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes, moved his steps, and approached the tea stall.

Then, he slowly sat opposite Bai Shazi.

"Boss, get another bowl," Bai Sizi shouted.

"Oh, OK."

The owner of the tea stall busy ahead responded.

This place is not far from Bai Shazi's home, but it is not close.

The reason why no one recognizes Bai Sizi is mainly because the changes before and after are too big.

The white fool used to be dirty, messy, and a little stupid.

But now, it’s different, it’s just a shotgun replacement.

He was dressed in white, with a handsome and handsome face.

A pair of bright eyes can be called a young man with a sword-browed eyebrows and star-eyed eyes.

"Mr. Zhang," Bai Sizi smiled and bowed slightly.

"Bai, Bai..." Zhang Jing was a little troubled, and he really couldn't call him a name for a while.

You can't call him a white fool, right?

That's not good. After all, this fool is also a disciple of the dignified Dongqi National Master.

Even if Zhang Jing doesn’t make friends with each other, there is no need to make friends with each other.

"Bai Hong," Bai Sizi took the conversation softly.

"This name was given to me by my master, which means a lofty ambition."

Zhang Jing nodded and said:

"Good name."

At least it has more meaning than his word "mirror".

The dog author hurriedly opened the book, even the name was mentioned casually.

It directly made Zhang Jing lose to the starting line.

"I wonder what Brother Bai is looking for Mr. Zhang?" Zhang Jing looked at Bai Hong and said.

It is not appropriate to call Brother Bai, Bai Hong must be at least ten years less than him.

Moreover, Bai Hong's strength is not enough to make Zhang Jing called her brother.

My brother is almost the same.

"Your bowl," the boss put the washed bowl in front of Zhang Jing.

Then, wiped his hands and went to greet other guests.

It's a little hot now, and even in the morning, it will feel a little hot.

So, a pedestrian came forward to drink a cup of herbal tea.

"After I woke up, I often came here to drink tea. It tasted good. Brother Zhang can taste it. As for me, I hope Brother Zhang will withdraw the manpower."

"My parents can be taken care of by myself."

Bai Hong smiled, picked up the tea bowl and drank it all.

He had long discovered that the Zhang Mansion sent people to watch their family.

The reason why there was no movement was that he found that those people had no malice.

Moreover, there is no deliberate hiding.

"This is natural," Zhang Jing said.

"I have another question," Bai Hong looked directly at Zhang Jing.

"But it's okay," Zhang Jing did not dodge and looked at him directly.

"Why did Brother Zhang send someone?"

Zhang Jing pondered for a while and said slowly:

"I had noticed you during the ancestor worship ceremony before. All this was just a good relationship, and I had no other intention."

This sentence is true. What can Bai Hong covet him?

He is for his uncle.

This great Qi national teacher is a powerful man.
To be continued...