"The guy riding the donkey in front, stop for me."

Zhong Sheng was walking slowly when he heard this and pulled the donkey to stop.

He looked to the left and right and saw people walking on the road, but it seemed that he was the only one riding a donkey.

You haven’t caused any trouble recently, so why are there people seeking revenge?

I saw a group of people chasing behind me, they were menacing and had a familiar smell.

The young man in charge was seventeen or eighteen years old, with his chest open and his arms folded. He held a long sheathed sword in his left hand, and the scabbard was inlaid with a few turbid jade stones.

The seven or eight peers who followed him also wore swords and had evil eyes, as if they would fight if he said the wrong word.

Evil boy!

Zhong Sheng felt extremely friendly. Who could be without him when he was in the second grade of middle school? Looking back, he looked like this.

Thinking of this, he happily asked, "What do you want from me?"

"Yes, it's you, riding a donkey and leading a monkey, blocking roads and robbing people everywhere."

The leader of the evil boy, holding his sword like a stick, pointed at Zhong Sheng and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Zhong Sheng stopped the road to ask questions because he wanted to find out the whereabouts of Maitreya Temple, so there was not much nuisance.

Unexpectedly, it caused a lot of trouble.

"Just asking for directions."

"Fart!"

The evil young man said angrily, "I left my hometown to run for my life, but you stopped me on the road and asked some random questions. How can I feel better?"

"You said, are you asking for tolls in the name of asking for directions?"

Zhong Sheng thought to himself that the gang of evil boys in front of him were seeking justice for the newcomers.

I feel more and more friendly, this is a bad boy!

In a moment of anger and indiscriminateness, they will roar and gather people, causing trouble.

They hold knives and swords, and they will attack if they disagree with each other. The minor ones will be injured, and the serious ones will die. The attack is not serious.

Without the change of time travel, Zhong Sheng today would still be a bad boy in Zhongnan Mountain.

"I'm really asking, I don't want to cause trouble, and I'm not asking for money."

Zhong Sheng rarely explained patiently and said he had no malicious intent.

But obviously, these young people lack the most basic respect for their elders.

"Stop talking nonsense to him, Brother Xue, kill him and then go vote for the black general."

An evil young man in the team pulled out a long knife and looked at Zhong Sheng fiercely.

Zhong Sheng squinted his eyes and looked at him indifferently. His eyes were looking at him, and the evil boy seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. He let go of his hand and the long knife fell to the ground.

"Put the knife up, shame on you."

The young man who was called Brother Xue looked at the ancient sword in Zhong Sheng's hand and narrowed his eyes.

"Look, you are also a practicing master. Come on, come on and show me some signs."

Zhong Sheng was delighted, "Do you really want to fight me?"

"Of course, otherwise we would really think that we Hebei people are afraid of you Guanzhong people."

Well, there is also an element of regional conflict here.

When the Tang army invaded Hebei, most of its soldiers were from Guanzhong, and the local people in Hebei were extremely dissatisfied.

These teenagers are all local children, so naturally they don't like Zhong Sheng who speaks with a Guanzhong accent.

The purpose of this trip is obvious. After collecting Zhong Sheng, he went to join General Black's army.

"That's fine."

Zhong Sheng has become more playful, so let’s think of it as reliving his childhood memories!

He still remembers wandering around the market with a group of friends who were fearless.

At that time, there were several gangs of bad boys in the city who disliked each other and would fight each other with fists over trivial matters.

After being beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his head was bleeding, he felt a sense of sympathy for each other. He took out the last coin from his body, got drunk alone in a simple tavern, and when he woke up, he didn't know where he was lying on the street.

I still remember that it was a long time ago.

"Guan Zhongzi, you are dead. My brother Xue is invincible in swordsmanship west of Shiqiao Town. He once stabbed four hungry wolves to death in one day."

An evil boy laughed, and his companions started making noises as well.

The young man surnamed Xue moved his hand to the hilt of the sword and made a starting gesture. He did have some skills.

When Zhong Sheng saw this, he let go of the ancient sword and faced him with his bare hands.

"Why don't you hold a sword?"

The young man named Xue frowned and then shouted angrily, "Do you look down on me?"

"Let's do it, where does all this nonsense come from?"

The boy surnamed Xue took a lunge, and without shaking the sword in his hand, he stabbed Zhong Sheng in the throat.

As an expert in swordsmanship, Zhong Sheng could tell at a glance that he had skills and had worked hard on the sword.

However, there was no murderous intent or bloody smell when it was struck. This sword has never killed anyone.

After all, it is the level of street fighting, not the skill of killing people on the battlefield

Zhong Sheng turned his head slightly, moved away from the edge of the sword, and raised his foot to kick the boy named Xue on the wrist

The young man was caught off guard and the sword fell out of his hand. He fell to the ground and rolled over, reaching out to catch the sword.

This move is very beautiful, whether it is the reaction in battle or the flexible movements, it is all wonderful.

"Brush!"

The boy named Xue rolled on the ground and used his sword to slash the ankle joints of Zhong Sheng's feet.

The black shadow flashed, and Zhong Sheng raised his foot, stepped on the long sword at high speed, and pressed it into the soil.

The young man surnamed Xue's eyes turned red. He tried again and again, but he still couldn't draw the long sword.

He simply let go of the hilt of the sword, hugged Zhong Sheng's waist and tried to knock him down.

However, the wrestling technique that was so invincible in the past is no longer effective.

Zhongsheng's feet are as if they are rooted in the earth, no matter how much it shakes, they will not move at all.

After a while, the young man surnamed Xue exhausted all his strength and opened his arms, reluctantly admitting defeat.

"Whether to beat or kill, you have the final say. I admit defeat."

The young man surnamed Xue lowered his head in despair. When he was in the countryside, he fought invincible opponents from all over the country. He thought he was a hero.

This time I took my friends out to join the army. It was my intention to make great contributions and make a fortune.

Unexpectedly, the first battle was unfavorable and I encountered a tough opponent like Zhong Sheng.

The other E Shao E boys were also shocked. They knew the abilities of the boy named Xue, but in front of Zhong Sheng, they were unable to fight back at all, just like a three-year-old child.

"Why should I kill you?"

Zhong Sheng smiled and shook his head. A bunch of reckless teenagers had no bad intentions, so there was no need to embarrass them.

"By the way, have you ever heard of a place called Maitreya Temple?"

The young man named Xue shook his head, "There is no such temple near our hometown."

Suddenly a companion's eyes lit up, "Maitreya?"

"You know?"

Zhong Sheng looked at the evil boy, but he shook his head, "I just heard a madman mention the word Maitreya."

"But it's not the Maitreya Temple, but a Dharma chant: Maitreya is born, and the world is at peace."

The evil teenagers around us were amazed, why haven’t we heard of it?

"I lost my third aunt when I visited my relatives and met an old madman on the roadside."

Zhong Sheng asked him again where his third aunt's house was, and the evil boy also told her.

This Dharma slogan is definitely closely related to Black Maitreya.

"Okay, you can go."

The boy surnamed Xue suddenly raised his head, "You won't kill me?"

"How can there be so much fighting and killing? You are doing bad things with good intentions and act rashly without asking clearly beforehand."

Zhong Sheng waved his hand, "You can go."

The boy named Xue looked at him seriously, "Can you give me a name?"

"Nanshan Zhongshi!"

Zhong Sheng’s words are concise and concise.

"Thank you. One day I will surpass you in swordsmanship."

Under the sunset, a group of evil teenagers walked on the dirt road.

"Brother, are we not going to vote for the black general?"
Chapter completed!