On the grocery street, shouts and curses made the already lively environment even more noisy.
"Little bastard, don't run away from me, just stop!" A fat guy, holding a kitchen knife in his hand, yelled at the young man in front of him while running.
Qiankun looked back while running, made a face, and deliberately angered the man: "Am I stupid if I don't run? You can catch up with me before you can tell me?"
"You! Okay, okay, please stop first and let's talk it over, okay?" The man's face turned pale, and he was obviously very angry, but he couldn't run anymore, so he had to calm down and discuss it with Qiankun.
"Isn't that enough? If I had known better, I wouldn't have run so fast." Qiankun raised the corners of his mouth proudly, turned around and stopped where he was, looking at the guy with a half-smile.
The waiter was so tired that he was hunched over, holding his knees with both hands, and kept panting. After a while, he finally recovered, pointed at Qiankun and said helplessly: "Ancestor, my young master, can you please stop coming to our store?"
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"Hey, old miser, don't I just love to eat steamed buns? Especially yours. I've only eaten a few of them. What's wrong with you?" Listening to the boy's disgusted tone, Qiankun was obviously a little dissatisfied.
"How many are there? You have come to our store twice. Last time you ate seven drawers, this time you ate twelve. Do you know that we lost more than two hundred spirit coins? What should I do?
Tell the boss." After saying that, the man looked frustrated and collapsed on the ground.
"Then I have nothing to do with it. If you want money or something, just ask my dad for it, hahahaha!"
After saying that, Qiankun ran away in a flash, leaving a pile of dust flying in front of the waiter.
The bystanders also saw the doorway here, so when one person started, gossip could not stop flowing out, and they all began to talk about this young man.
"Who is this young man? He is so arrogant and unreasonable!"
"He? You don't know him? He is the son of the master of our Bazheng Hall, Qiankun."
"I don't know if he was reincarnated or something, but he was destined to be a young master. I think, with his prospects that cannot be supported by mud, he is suitable to be a glutton."
"Oh, he just has the temperament of a mother without a father to teach him, and he is still a young master..."
"Shh! Keep your voice down, are you so brave that you will die?"
The villagers' murmurs all reached Qiankun's ears more or less. Qiankun reluctantly showed a wry smile. They must all have a bad side, right? However, Qiankun didn't really care.
His father once told him that life suffers from too many real problems, and he must take pleasure in time so that he can survive difficulties without confusion. Qiankun agreed with what his father said. The most important thing for a person is his mentality, as long as he is happy.
When Qiankun was a child, his father left Qiankun due to some problems, and he had never met his mother, so his concept of childhood was unfamiliar and vague. No, even the memory of that part of the past was unclear.
It's fragmented.
He couldn't remember when his father came back to him. He only knew that the children who had scolded him and bullied him in the past did not dare to trouble him anymore because they knew that there was someone in the universe they could not afford to offend.
The father of the hall master.
Qian Kun was relieved for a while. After being poor and blessed, there must be a bright future, isn't it? For example, now, he is living very well and freely, and this is enough.
He ran all the way home, covered in smelly sweat and dust, and his utter embarrassment shocked Qiankun. He couldn't let his father know about this, otherwise, he might punish me how he would punish me! After all, he had told Qiankun not to do it the most. Went out to fool around.
So Qiankun wiped the sweat off his body, shook off some dust, and changed into new clothes before going to his father's bedroom.
Qiankun would greet his father every time he came back from a trip, and this time was no exception. Qiankun walked into the bedroom cautiously and said respectfully: "Father, I'm back."
"You just learned that you are back? You kid, where have you been playing?" Qian Jiutian said calmly, stood up from the table and came to Qiankun's side.
Qian Jiutian glanced at Qiankun, and Qiankun smiled without leaving any trace. He just glanced at Qiankun slightly. Gan Jiutian frowned when he saw the dust on Qiankun's nose and the slight sweat stains on his forehead.
"Aren't you going to make trouble again?" Qian Jiutian's face gradually darkened and he said seriously.
Qiankun straightened his body and said with a guilty conscience: "No, how could it be possible?"
"Really? You really didn't steal other people's things?" Qian Jiutian looked at Qiankun and asked.
Qiankun's eyes wandered, and he just smiled stupidly: "No, really no, father, why do you miss me so much?"
Qian Jiutian snorted coldly and said: "It is precisely because you are a habitual offender that I will doubt you without hesitation. But forget it today, I am too lazy to care about your bad things. Come on, follow me to the main hall. I want to tell you something." After saying that, Qian Jiutian strode out.
Qiankun took a look and had no choice but to follow him. Qiankun slowly walked into the main hall and saw Qian Jiutian staring at the ancestor's tablet for a long time before he casually sat down from the chair next to him.
Qiankun bowed his waist and smiled at Qian Jiutian in a flattering manner: "I don't know what father I have to give you."
Seeing Qiankun looking like he was playing tricks to please him, Qianjiutian was a little worried and couldn't laugh, so he pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Sit down."
Qiankun responded with a "Hey" and sat down. Qian Jiutian played with the orb made of the spirit core of the monster in his hand, absent-mindedly thinking about something.
After pondering for a moment, Qian Jiutian said to Qiankun: "Kun'er, there hasn't been any news about martial arts conferences in the neighborhood lately, right?"
"Martial arts conference? What is that? No." Qiankun was confused by the question and said.
Qian Jiutian looked solemn and spoke in a deep voice: "Our eight villages, eight hall masters, including me, are all brothers who were taken in by the barbarians in the same sect during troubled times, and learned the skills to survive in troubled times."
"After the death of Qiu Manzi, we gathered all the refugees from around Puanzhou and established these eight villages. At first, we did unite as one and advance and retreat together. However, my fellow junior brother Lin Fengtang's ambitions continued to grow. In order to obtain further qualifications for cultivation, he secretly colluded with the forces in the royal capital and suppressed other forces and villages in Liaozhou several times, ruining the reputation of his mentor Qiu Manzi."
"Lin Fengtang is eager to improve his strength quickly. Liaozhou is really too weak to be too weak. Our brothers and sisters have been trapped in our own realm for decades because of the difficulty of finding elixirs and poor opportunities. In the royal capital, The place to help with cultivation is really out of reach for us.”
"This forces us to compete privately in order to improve our strength. Today, many years later, I heard from people in Fengying Village that Lin Fengtang is going to hold a public martial arts conference to compare martial arts and enhance feelings. But I I think this time, Lin Fengtang’s intentions are quite serious.”
When Qiankun heard this, he frowned and said, "Lin Fengtang? How could it be him?"
The name Lin Fengtang gradually became clear in Qiankun's mind.
Lin Fengtang, he was once a classmate and close friend of Qiankun's father. However, as time went by, his shortcomings were gradually exposed, and he gradually became discordant with Qian Jiutian, and targeted Qian Jiutian everywhere. His behavior is also surprising. Scorned, his behavior is even more puzzling, not to mention, he is still a scum working for the royal capital!
The Royal Capital, at best, is an organization that guides the people of Zhoulu to survive. At worst, it is a weapon of oppression that eats human flesh and sucks human blood!
Every year, the royal capital frequently solicits labor from the people of the various states to dig out spiritual stones and jade to make huge profits. In addition, it monopolizes the holy cultivation places in each state and exclusively uses them for the talents of the royal capital. Their unbalanced approach is undoubtedly Suppressed the people's ideas of resistance.
Just think about it, people who can't even eat enough and can't practice normally, what ability do they have to resist?
But with such oppression? How can one stabilize the essential and simple heart of desire? People in the royal capital are extraordinary and valuable to everyone in the world.
Therefore, no matter whether they are practitioners or ordinary people, they will not help the royal capital with things, thinking that it is a shame like a lackey. But Lin Fengtang has always done a job that is despised by thousands of people.
When Qian Jiutian was not around, Qian Kun had no good impression of the arrogant Lin Fengtang. After Qian Jiutian came back, Lin Fengtang took every opportunity to tease and humiliate Qian Jiutian. Qian Kun's impression of Lin Fengtang was not an ordinary one.
Qian Jiutian said: "I know that his ambition and desire are too strong, and he wishes that everything in the world could be in his hands. He has always wanted to get my Ba Zheng Fist, and he once told me that his physical skills Not good, he wanted to learn my Ba Zheng Quan, but at that time we were getting along awkwardly, so I had no intention of teaching him."
"Since then, the rift between the two of us has been getting bigger and bigger, but he has always wanted to learn Ba Zheng Quan. This time, I don't know what his purpose is."
"Will he be harmful to you, father?" Qiankun said worriedly.
"It's hard to say." Qian Jiutian was unsure.
Qiankun thought for a while and said, "Then are we still going?"
Qian Jiutian's indifferent eyes suddenly changed. His eyes seemed to contain unfathomable nothingness, and his expression became solemn. Slowly, Qian Jiutian's burly figure gradually rose, standing as tall as a mountain, and his eyes looked towards the vast distance.
Huo Ran, Qian Jiutian's clear voice sounded: "Go, this time, I must go. If I don't go, first of all, it will damage the reputation of our Bazheng Village, and let others spread gossip about us; in addition, I also want to know what kind of medicine is sold in Lin Fengtang’s gourd. No matter how conspiratorial it is, I will dig in. Do you understand? Kuner? "
"Understood." Qiankun replied and sighed.
His father was like this. He had been stubborn for most of his life and refused to give in to anyone. Even though he knew that Lin Fengtang was a villain, he still wanted to attend his Hongmen Banquet. He had to admire him. This is why his father did not accompany him. After passing through my childhood years, I still don’t hate him, but rather respect him.
Qian Jiutian allowed the world to retreat, and then he was alone and silently facing the surroundings.
Have you been addicted for more than ten years and are you finally going to take action? Gan Jiutian's thoughts wandered and he sighed with regret.