This weirdo is a beggar.
He didn't look very old, because he couldn't tell his exact age because of his unkempt appearance. He was probably no more than twenty years old.
This young beggar is very special. He never eats other people’s leftovers when he comes to beg for food, and he doesn’t say anything. He only points to the food served by the waiter to the guests. If he is given leftovers, he will be angrily rejected.
The waiter didn't want the leftovers, so he ignored him. He didn't leave, but squatted at the door of the inn and waited.
The waiter thought he was interfering with business and drove him away, but he didn't leave either. The waiter used violence, but he actually fought back. He knew how to do it twice, but the waiter couldn't beat him.
The waiter refused to give him food, so the mute beggar asked the diners for food when he was very hungry, but he still refused to eat the leftover food.
After three days, the diners were so disgusted that the old shopkeeper had no choice but to give him new food.
Fortunately, this mute beggar didn't eat much, and he wasn't too picky. He only wanted one dish.
Seeing that the mute beggar was young, the old shopkeeper wanted him to help with some chores in the inn, so that he could manage his food and accommodation. However, the mute beggar shook his head and refused. It was okay to give him food, but not to make him work.
On this day, Zhao Chuan was refining elixirs in the plantation. He used the black inner elixir of the rat spirit and other medicinal materials to successfully create a third-level qi-tonifying elixir.
Although Zhao Chuan was not satisfied with this Qi-boosting elixir, the small trial was successful and it was better than nothing.
In addition to refining elixirs, Zhao Chuan also did not delay practicing martial arts to improve his cultivation.
After resurrecting, he has reached the eighth level of the fire level. After this period of practice, he has reached the ninth level. If he passes this level again, he will be able to reach the last level of the five elements magic: the earth level.
As for how far he can practice, Zhao Chuan doesn't know.
This Kung Fu was originally a wild way. It was passed down to me by my great-grandfather before his death. It was created by my great-great-grandfather himself. Even my great-grandfather himself did not develop any skills.
Fortunately, it was later modified and upgraded by Ghost Master Xiaotian, otherwise Zhao Chuan would not have dared to practice for a long time, because his great-grandfather had been practicing in an ancient well for so many years, and he would knock people down with just a few moves after he came out.
If the ghost master Xiaotian hadn't said that if you practice the Five Elements Magic Kung Fu very well, you can continuously develop real Kungfu, and if you practice it repeatedly, if you can understand the rules of the Five Elements of Heaven, the changes will be endless. You can even achieve great success by practicing qi, you can have a glimpse of the mysterious power of heaven and earth, you can completely remove your own turbid qi, you can ascend in the daytime, you can keep your physical body forever, you can become an immortal...
seriously? Zhao Chuan was a little skeptical.
Because after practicing for several years, he didn't find anything special. His kung fu is really mediocre, he is better than his inferiors, but not as good as his superiors. When he encounters ordinary masters, he gives up, right? Last time, the Taoist nun Hunyuanzi accidentally hit her Dantian and crippled her cultivation.
Zhao Chuan stayed in the plantation to refine elixirs, and the waiter from Qingfeng Inn came to deliver three meals a day.
Since the last order with Wang Decai was completed, Zhao Chuan has stopped supplying him with goods. Firstly, the southern medicine dealer left and there were not many top-quality medicinal materials. Secondly, Zhao Chuan was not short of money now. He wanted to save time to study the alchemy method taught to him by the ghost master, in order to develop higher-level elixirs that could improve his cultivation.
At noon that day, the waiter from the inn came to deliver food and said that there was a young mute beggar who came to the inn every day to beg for food and would not eat the leftovers.
"Oh? This is interesting. It seems that this is a high-quality mute beggar, destined to starve!" Zhao Chuan chuckled.
The waiter said, Mr. Zhao, this mute beggar will not starve. If he is not given food, he will make trouble, so the old shopkeeper has to serve him hard.
Zhao Chuan frowned and asked: Is this the case? Is the old shopkeeper so afraid of trouble? Just beat the mute beggar away. Don't delay your business.
The waiter said no, we can't beat him, that mute beggar knows some skills.
Zhao Chuan said okay, don't bring me food tomorrow, I'll go over and take a look.
At lunch the next day, Zhao Chuan went to Qingfeng Inn.
The inn has been open for nearly a month, but Zhao Chuan rarely comes here, and rarely stays here. Most of the time, he eats and sleeps in the plantation to study alchemy.
Although he rarely comes here, the waiters and shopkeepers in the inn all know that Zhao Chuan is the real owner.
As soon as Zhao Chuan entered the inn, the old shopkeeper hurriedly greeted him with flashing blue eyes, and the waiter also nodded and bowed to Zhao Chuan.
There were many diners in the inn, and there were no empty seats. Even the private seats on the third floor were full of people.
Zhao Chuan looked around and saw a lot of large cars in the backyard and a lot of horses and donkeys in the barn. It seemed that business was good.
Zhao Chuan looked up and down, but did not find the classy mute beggar mentioned.
It's dinner time now, and the inn has hired two waiters, who are all busy running back and forth.
Zhao Chuan stopped the waiter who brought him food every day and asked where was the mute beggar?
The waiter pointed to a wooden pillar in the middle of the front hall and said in a long voice: "That's not true. The uncle is anxiously waiting for new food!" After that, he muttered with emotion that we haven't eaten yet. Woolen cloth.
Zhao Chuan took a look and thought, oh, this is not a beggar. This is clearly a wandering hero.
This mute beggar was dressed like a wandering hero, with long gray clothes and a dirty sachet hanging on his waist. It is not accurate to say that her hair is unkempt. It should be said that she has long hair that partially covers her face, because her hair is not very dirty.
The mute beggar folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned on the wooden pillar. He patted his elbow with one hand and stared at the waiter who was busy back and forth, seeming very impatient.
"Hey! The one leaning on the wooden pillar, come here." Zhao Chuan shouted.
Mute people just cannot speak, but their hearing is actually normal.
The mute beggar immediately turned his head when he heard the sound. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhao Chuan, and seemed to be shocked. "You, are you Zhao Chuan?" He sounded like he was from the north.
"Oh my! It's really strange. A mute can still talk?" the waiter shouted in surprise.
"Who is the mute! I just don't want to talk!" The wandering hero tossed his long, messy hair back and glared at the waiter.
Zhao Chuan felt that the voice was very familiar, very familiar.
Zhao Chuan originally wanted to reply that he was Zhao Chuan, but seeing that this man was cowardly, he was very confused about who this guy was.
When the man walked up to him, Zhao Chuan recognized him carefully and was startled: "Are you the third young master of the Zhao family? Zhao Li of the second master's family!" Zhao Chuan couldn't help but shout out.
"Yes! It is this young master!" Zhao Li straightened his back and chest.
"You, you! What are you, why are you..." Zhao Chuan was really surprised. He wanted to say something but stopped.
"You are indeed Zhao Chuan! Sure enough, you can be found in this place." Zhao Li pointed at Zhao Chuan and smiled, and then said, "I thought you were dead long ago! You boy, you are so lucky, haha !”
Can this guy talk? After a few years, it's still the same as before. It seems that I still haven't grown up. No, it should be that I just grow older but not wiser.
Zhao Chuan secretly thought, with a dark look on his face.
"Why are you still standing there? Please treat me to dinner!" Zhao Li shouted anxiously.
"Waiter! Take this young master to the private seats on the third floor!" Zhao Chuan immediately shouted to the waiter.
"Okay! Two private seats on the third floor!" The waiter called upstairs in a long voice, reminding him to prepare.
"No, no! Just one!" Zhao Chuan stopped the waiter, "Serve this young master with delicious food and drinks, and I will pay all the expenses. Well, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"
After Zhao Chuan finished speaking, he turned around and left.
But Zhao Li grabbed him and said, "Hey, don't go, go up and chat with me, talk about old times! We must talk about it!"
Talk about your uncle!
Zhao Chuan cursed secretly and pushed his hand away. "I really have something to do. You go ahead and eat and drink slowly. I'll come back later."
"Waiter, serve wine, serve good wine!" Zhao Chuan shouted to the waiter again, turned around and left the inn.
Zhao Chuan was walking on the street, his mind was a little confused, and he wanted to find a place to relax.
It has been four or five years. I ran away when I was twelve years old, and now I am almost seventeen. They say that time has changed and things have changed, but how can we forget the past so easily?
After seeing Zhao Li with his own eyes, Zhao Chuan's thoughts returned to four years ago.
I remember four years ago, it was an early morning before dawn.
Although it was already twilight, Zhao Chuan had been running for half an hour, and then practiced Zhaojia Quan for another half hour. This was an ironclad habit formed over the past few years, unless it snowed or rained.
Something strange happened on the way back. An uncle in strange clothes stopped him. He was holding something the size of an inkstone in his hand, but it was not an inkstone.
He was babbling strange words that he couldn't understand, and was gesticulating and gesticulating. It looked like he was very anxious, as if he wanted to ask for directions. Zhao Chuan probably wanted to help him, but he didn't understand what he meant. .
Later, he pointed to Zhao Chuan's neck, then to his own neck, to the sky and to the ground, in front of him and behind him.
After the torture, the man became even more anxious when he saw that Zhao Chuan was still indifferent, and actually reached out to tear the jade pendant around his neck. Now Zhao Chuan was unhappy. Time in the morning was so precious, and he would not be repaid for wasting time. He was so angry that he turned around and ran away, making the man stagger with him.
It did take a lot of time. After returning home, his mother had already served breakfast on the table. Zhao Chuan ate in a hurry, wiped his mouth randomly and ran to the school.
The school is actually a private school. There is only one old gentleman. Several young masters from the Zhao family study here. The other five or six are all descendants of some prominent servants of the Zhao family. Zhao Chuan's father is the shopkeeper of the Zhao family business, and the second master of the Zhao family It's still good, so I recommend studying in the academy.
As soon as Zhao Chuan sat down, Xiao Cui, who was waiting for him, came to announce: "Sir, he is ill. He said that he would study by himself today and copy the Tao Te Ching he taught a few days ago."
Just as Zhao Chuan was about to take a pen and paper from the hole in the table to copy, "Zhao Chuan! Come here and sharpen the ink for me! I want to practice calligraphy!" The young master of the eldest master's family said sharply.
"Your uncle will bully me!" Zhao Chuan cursed in his heart and reluctantly walked over in silence.
Helpless, he was a young master, his school was his, and he was his teacher. Zhao Chuan quickly poured some water into the inkstone, picked up the ink pad, and drew circles quickly.
"Bang!" Zhao Chuan accidentally farted loudly. The third young master Zhao Li, who was standing behind him, immediately covered his nose and kicked Zhao Chuan a few steps away: "You bastard, you didn't even say a word when you farted!"
Zhao Chuan looked at the pens, inks, papers and inkstones scattered on the floor, knowing that something was wrong, so he hurriedly covered his buttocks with his hands: "Master, I have diarrhea, I need to go to the toilet quickly, or I will poop in my pants!" He said and fled out of the school.
"Your uncle, self-study? Self-study is a ghost! Anyone can bully me if my husband is not around, I don't want to serve you anymore!"
After leaving the school, Zhao Chuan ran and scolded him. He was supposed to study literature in 147, martial arts in 258, and medicine in 369. Anyway, if he doesn’t come, he might as well go to the clinic to play with his junior sister. Zhao Chuan looked back with hatred on his face. , went straight to the clinic.
"Zhao Chuan! Why are you going? Looking at the bad look on your face, you must be going to do something bad!" After not running far, Zhao Chuan was suddenly startled by a loud shout.
Zhao Chuan hurriedly turned his head and saw a pair of big, watery eyes staring at him from the other side of the low wall.
"What are you talking about, Sister Qinglian? When have I ever done something bad?" Zhao Chuan said with a smile.
"Why don't you go to school today?" Qinglian asked.
"Oh, sir, he's too ill!"
"Then... would you like to follow me to the mountains to pick mushrooms?" Qinglian stared at Zhao Chuan and asked tentatively.
Qinglian is the youngest daughter of the Chen Dazhu family in this village. The Chen family owns more than ten acres of land. Although they are not rich, they have enough food and clothing. Qinglian has been playing with Zhao Chuan since she was a child. She is now thirteen years old and one year older than Zhao Chuan. Although it cannot be said to be beautiful, it is still graceful and refreshing.
Zhao Chuan looked straight at Qinglian's body and murmured in his heart: "How come you've become more beautiful after not seeing her for a few days?"
"Go or not? Say something! What are you looking at!" Qinglian used her eyes to gouge Zhao Chuan hard.
