The matter was solved, and Zhang Jing closed the door. No loud noise was heard throughout the whole process, and I believe no one would pay attention to it.

To find out, it must be tomorrow morning.

Then, Zhang Jing disappeared into the darkness!

...

The next day,

A servant from the inn was about to go to clean up the room.

"Dongdongdongdong, we are going to clean the room," the servant shouted into it.

Because Wei Yan only paid one night's money yesterday, they naturally had to come and clean up again.

"I haven't gotten up so late, I must have done nothing good yesterday," the servant envied the beautiful woman yesterday.

He would never touch a finger of such a beautiful woman in his life.

"Dongdongdongdongdong," the servant continued to knock for a while and had not responded. He felt a little strange.

Then, he kicked open the door with great force. After seeing the scene inside, he heard a loud scream spread throughout the inn.

"Ah, it's dead!"

...

Zhang Jing did not rush back to Qingfeng Village immediately. The most dangerous place was the safest place. Zhang Jing was preparing to return to Weicheng.

Of course, Zhang Jing is not planning to hide in Wei City. If he is really caught, he really can't run away.

He was going to prepare for the final payment. The work had been completed, so he naturally had to settle the bill.

"Well, this meat is good, the boss will give you another pound of mutton and pancakes." After Zhang Jing returned to Weicheng, he was about to fill his stomach first.

I just happened to smell the stall smelled good, so I just ate it here.

"Oh, OK," the boss responded, then brought a basin of mutton and dough cake to Zhang Jing.

The meat is cut, but the noodles are not. The shopkeeper also told Zhang Jing that the cake should be torn to pieces and soaked in the soup to make it taste better.

Zhang Jing was not happy, it was too troublesome, but he just tore into big pieces. He ate the most vigorously. After drinking a sip of mutton soup, he was really warm all over.

"Oh, boss, I'll give me two pounds of meat," a young man with a little worn body also shouted after smelling the fragrance.

The shopkeeper looked carefully and saw that the young man in front of him had patched clothes, and he was a little ridiculed, "Yes, but you have to give the money first."

"Why, didn't that person eat it directly?" The young man pointed to Zhang Jing who was eating next to him.

"Can you compete with that master?" the boss said unhappy.

"Why can't I compare? You just look down on people," the boy stepped on the stool.

"Don't talk about these useless things. If you want to eat, give the money first, or you'll get out of here," the boss waved his hand.

"Hmph, boss, please wait. After thirty years, Hebei will not bully the young man in poverty," the young man shouted.

After hearing this, Zhang Jing almost couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, I could still encounter this after having a meal. When Zhang Jing heard this second sentence, this picture appeared in his mind.

Thirty years later, this person is still the one who shouts not to deceive middle-aged poor,

Fifty years later, don't bully the elderly and poor.

Seventy years later, the death is the most important thing!

"Hey, what do you mean? Do you know where this is, who I am, dare to mock me, believe it or not, I will let you go with it,"

When he was talking just now, he clearly saw the person in front of him and seemed to be laughing again, so the young man pointed at him and scolded him in front of Zhang Jing.

"Swoosh," a white light flashed, and Zhang Jing unsheathed the long knife in his hand, cutting off the boy's fingers directly.

"I'm the most annoying thing about pointing at me," Zhang Jing said coldly.

"Ah, ah," the boy who realized it later finally felt the pain and covered his bleeding hands and cried bitterly.

The owner of the mutton stall was also shocked and hurriedly rushed to Zhang Jing:

"Master, please calm down and don't be as knowledgeable as this kid. If you make trouble in the government, wouldn't it be a waste of your time?"

"Hey, boy, please apologize to this master quickly. Have you heard that?" The boss quickly winked at the boy.

As soon as Zhang Jing took action, the boss knew that this person was definitely a big shot who could not afford to offend him. He was so skilled in martial arts that he instantly slaughtered the young man's fingers. Maybe he was still the legendary master of true qi.

The boy endured the pain and kowtowed to Zhang Jing, "Master, don't be as good as me,"

After saying that, I kowtowed several times, all of which were thumping and blood on my forehead.

If Zhang Jing dares to chop off his fingers, he dares to take his life. In the world, ordinary people's lives are the most valuable.

Zhang Jing just looked at him coldly and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, the boss next to him quickly said, "Boy,"

Get out of here quickly, don't scatter this man's interest,"

The boss is not a pity that boy, he just doesn't want to cause trouble for himself. No matter what, he is causing trouble for his own stall. If he really makes trouble for the government, he doesn't know how much it will cost to get out.

The government is full of wine and food, and only knows how to bully the people. The Wei family dares not provoke them, so they can only bully them.

The young man kowtowed a few more times, picked up half of his finger from the ground, then wrapped his clothes, and blood flowed from his hands, staggering away step by step.

"Master, why don't you change your table?" The boss smiled with his face, more respectful than his own father.

"No need, don't want to eat anymore," said he threw a small piece of silver on the table, turned his head and left.

The boss originally wanted to say he didn't have money, but Zhang Jing had already walked away. The direction was the direction the boy left.

However, this has nothing to do with him. As long as the life is not born in his own business, it has nothing to do with him.

If you want to blame, you blame the boy for his bad mouth. If you want to blame, you blame him for his bad life.

The boy was staggering and slowly walking. He really didn't expect that he would kick the iron plate this time. The man looked at him like a dead person. He knew that he couldn't afford to offend him now.

He was just a gangster beggar and joined a small gang in the city. He has been so stealing since childhood and has lived so far.

A few days ago, I happened to meet a storyteller who said this sentence. He felt very touched at that time. He has been talking like this these days, and he is very imposing.

Unexpectedly, it was because of this that I almost killed me.

The young man secretly hated that if he had strong strength in the future, he would definitely find his current place, so he was going to join the caravan of the Wei family and become a guard. I believe that he would definitely be able to pass on martial arts in the Wei family.

Maybe he was tired from walking, or maybe he had no strength anymore, the boy lay down in an alley, dying, and his fingers were still on his back, and he couldn't stop it at all.

The boy felt that he was going to die, and he vaguely remembered his mother.
Chapter completed!