Zhao Zheng had been running around all day and was already exhausted due to internal injuries. He greeted the store owner, paid part of the room and board in advance, and rented a room on the second floor. He asked the waiter to boil a basin of bath water.
I washed myself well, re-bandaged the wound, and then rested peacefully.
After replenishing his energy, he began to exercise Qigong and heal his injuries from the next day. He sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly moving his internal energy to warm his Dantian and meridians.
The Nine Meridians and Six Yuan Meridians focus on internal strength and various attack methods, but are lacking in external strength and healing. Therefore, Zhao Zheng's conditioning speed is very slow. Even with the help of some elixirs, there is no way he can recover to his normal state within half a month.
Heyday state.
Fortunately, there is still some time before the official seizure of Zichu Sword, so this important event will not be delayed.
However, the birthday of the owner of Luoshu Villa is imminent, and I just hope that he won't get into any trouble then, let alone meet that Mo Yunzi.
After another two days of this, Zhao Zheng's body showed signs of improvement and he could already use about 50% of his internal strength. He planned to rest for one last night and then set off for Luoshu Villa. If there were no problems along the way, he should
Able to arrive at Luoshu Villa on the day of the birthday banquet.
That night, Zhao Zheng originally planned to go to bed early and recharge his batteries, but before the pillow could warm him, someone knocked on the door outside, waking him up. He felt a little unhappy and frowned.
He got up, grabbed his clothes and put them on his body, and asked who was disturbing him outside the door.
The person outside claimed to be the innkeeper and had something important to discuss.
Zhao Zheng had nothing to do with the shopkeeper here, and he had no reason to meet him in the morning. He kept a careful eye on it, put on his clothes tightly and neatly, and grabbed the Life Sword in his hand, just in case, and then put it on
The door opened slowly.
"Master, I'm so sorry for disturbing your sleep so late at night." The shopkeeper was an old man with a wilted eggplant shape, and there was a piece of dog skin plaster on his forehead. He had an apologetic look on his face and rubbed his hands, saying he was sorry.
said.
"If you have any questions, just tell me." Zhao Zheng said quickly.
"This is what happened. A rich man came to stay in the inn. He wanted to book the entire inn and let the people living in the inn move elsewhere to rest. I know this is a bit difficult, but the rich man's background is too high.
Da, there are two warriors with me. I dare not disobey his order, so I have to come to you tenants to intercede. Please do it convenient for you and leave overnight with your luggage. I am just a small businessman. I hope that I will
Don't embarrass me and leave quickly. In order to make up for your losses, your room and board expenses for these days will be waived. In addition, I can compensate you a little money. Although the rich man behaves domineeringly, he spends very generously.
All the room and board expenses for you distinguished guests have been paid." The shopkeeper explained the purpose of coming here with a smile on his face.
It turned out that a so-called "rich man" appeared out of nowhere, and relying on his wealth, he wanted to book the entire inn and drive other guests away.
This Fulai Inn is located halfway up the road, with no village in front of it or any shops behind it. If you leave here, there is no inn to go to, so you can only drive all night, or survive the night in the wild.
It was too arrogant to drive away all the guests in the entire inn without any reason.
Zhao Zheng was angry, raised his eyebrows, and asked calmly: "What is the background of that rich young man? Where did he come from?"
"Hey, young man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say anything random. If the rich young man below hears what you say, you will suffer a big loss." The shopkeeper was so frightened that he waved his hands quickly and said:
A silent gesture, as if the rich young man was the current Holy Emperor.
"When you say that, I'm even more interested in him. Please tell me, who is he?"
The shopkeeper hesitated for a while and then replied hesitantly: "You really can't afford to offend the rich man downstairs. The land you are stepping on is under the jurisdiction of his father. I say so, you should
Can you guess his identity?"
"His father is the county magistrate here?" Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes and guessed.
"If he were just the son of the county magistrate, he wouldn't be so grand. His surname is Zhang, and his name is famous. His father is the prefect here, and the entire Nanhua Mansion is under his father's control!" the shopkeeper said and pointed.
Pointing to his feet.
Zhao Zheng suddenly realized that he was the son of the prefect, so no wonder he acted so arrogantly.
The magistrate is one rank higher than the county magistrate, and the area under his control is several times larger. He has great power in his hands. With an order, all officials within his jurisdiction will obey the order.
There are two ways to become an official in the Dayan Kingdom, one is to become an official through the literary examination, and the other is to pass the martial arts examination. However, no matter which method is used to become a prefect, his subordinates will recruit a group of powerful warriors.
Zhao Zheng couldn't afford to offend a high-ranking person like the prefect. With just one word, his face could be hung on notice boards in every town.
"Prefect of Nanhua Prefecture..." Zhao Zheng muttered, recalling things about this person, and found that he didn't have much impression. Presumably, nothing major happened to this prefect in the game.
"Now that you know how powerful it is, leave quickly. Master Zhang asked me to invite all the guests away within one stick of incense. If the time is up but no one leaves, you must punish me." The shopkeeper urged.
"Okay, I understand. You can inform others." Zhao Zheng agreed vaguely.
"Thank you for your cooperation. When you go out, you can go to the cashier to get half a pound of money, which is considered as compensation for the store. I hope you can bear with me for the poor reception this time. Next time you come to our store, I will give you warm hospitality." Chang Yi, the shopkeeper.
Arrive at the ground and walk to the next upper room.
He couldn't afford to offend and could afford to hide. Zhao Zheng didn't want to bring trouble on himself, so he decided to leave the inn as he was told and set up a tent in the wild to survive the night. He closed the door and went back to the house, packed his clothes and luggage, bundled them into a package, and slew it in the
on the shoulder, then went out and walked downstairs.
There were many people walking out of other rooms, not only Zhao Zheng, but these people also couldn't afford to offend the prefect's son. These people were of all kinds, from all walks of life, and were on their way for different purposes.
"Stop dawdling, move faster, our young master has a noble status, how can he live under the same roof as you guys!" A rough voice was heard from downstairs.
When Zhao Zheng heard this, he immediately guessed that it was Zhang Yiyang's men who were shouting, and looked downstairs.
I saw several tables in the brightly lit front hall. A young man wearing light green brocade clothes sat at the middle table, holding a wine glass, pouring himself a drink, with a proud look on his face. He was about 20 years old.
He has a young face, with a pair of small eyes, and a slightly protruding mouth, which looks a bit like a bad mouth. He is really not very good-looking. He is ugly, but his clothes are very elegant and luxurious, leaving aside the clothes, jade pendants, and money.
Bags, folding fans, etc., each of them is priceless.
Just by looking at his outfit and his arrogant expression, one could tell that this person was Zhang Yiyang, the son of the prefect.
Behind Zhang Yiyang, stood two tall and round followers. They were obviously skilled in martial arts, but they didn't know their level of cultivation.
One of the attendants noticed Zhao Zheng's gaze, raised his head and shouted: "You little bastard, what are you looking at? Come downstairs and get out!"
Zhao Zheng looked left and right and saw no one around him, so he confirmed that he was scolding himself. He couldn't help but became furious. He clenched the hand holding the package suddenly, and his fingers dug into his flesh. He almost couldn't bear it and rushed
He went downstairs instead of fighting, but then he thought about it and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Forget it, there's no point in getting angry with a loser. The prefect's background is too great. With my current strength, it's better not to make enemies with such a person."
Zhao Zheng persuaded himself to calm down in his heart, took a few deep breaths, and slowly loosened his grip on his hands. He no longer looked at Zhang Yiyang and the two henchmen below, and continued walking down.
When the scolding attendant saw this, he snorted and went to urge the others, as if these people would pollute the air if they stayed here.
During this process, Zhang Yiyang was tasting the wine and did not express his position. It can be seen that the actions of the two thugs were tacitly approved by him. This incident alone shows how arrogant he is on weekdays.
The people upstairs formed a long queue and walked down. An old lady with gray hair stood in front of Zhao Zheng, taking trembling steps.
The old lady must have reached the age of ancient times. She moved very slowly and her eyesight was not very good. She held on to the guardrail handrails all the way down.
The stairs were in disrepair, and there was a small piece of wood missing on one step. The old lady accidentally fell down. Thanks to Zhao Zheng, who was right behind him, he took action as fast as lightning and grabbed the old lady's arm.
He was so frightened that he gasped for air and kept soothing his chest. After he calmed down, he turned around and thanked Zhao Zheng.
"Let me help you go down." Out of good intentions, Zhao Zheng continued to hold the old lady's arm and went downstairs side by side. With his help, the old lady went downstairs much more calmly. He couldn't understand how someone at such an old age could go downstairs.
Why are you still running around? I just thought about it in my mind and didn't ask any questions out loud.
It is really not convenient for small talk at this time and place.
The two attendants were still urging loudly, with occasional swear words in their words, insulting the guests. Everyone was angry and dared not speak, and everyone could only admit that they were unlucky.
The old lady walked too slowly, and the people upstairs and downstairs were leaving one after another*, but she was still walking forward slowly, and then she reached the middle of the lobby. The road here was flat, and it stands to reason that the old lady was ready
He left alone, but Zhao Zheng, with the intention of sending the Buddha to the West, was still supporting the old lady and did not let go.
Zhang Yiyang frowned and glanced at the old lady, and said impatiently: "At her speed, it will take years and months to walk out of this inn. The strange smell on her body is almost killing me. You two go over and help her and give her to her."
I threw him out of the inn."
"As ordered, we will throw her out right now, lest she poison the young master!" One of the thugs immediately responded with his fists clasped, and walked towards the old lady in a furious manner.
Zhao Zheng clearly heard the word "lost" used by the losers when they spoke. Is it possible that these two losers were so dark-hearted that they would do such a rough thing to the elderly? He glanced at the old lady who was supporting him.
If this old and fragile body is thrown out of the house, it will definitely fall apart, or even die.
The old lady also heard the conversation between Zhang Yiyang and his entourage, and was so frightened that she trembled and said: "I will leave quickly. Please be kind and don't throw me out."
"**, I told you to leave just now and you refused to leave, but now you come to beg for mercy. The old and immortal young man is here to rely on his old age. Our young master said that he would throw you out, so he must throw you out." One of the thugs vomited on his hand.
He spat and made a show of arresting people.
Another bastard glared at Zhao Zheng and shouted: "Little bastard, who are you? If it has nothing to do with her, get out of here as soon as possible. If it does, I will throw you out together!"
When Zhao Zheng heard this, the anger that he had barely suppressed rose up again and burned fiercely. He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the two henchmen. He could no longer hold back this bad breath.
It was enough for him to receive a scolding, but one thing cannot lead to the other. These two scoundrels have spoken rudely to him many times, and now they want to bully an elderly man. This is really intolerable.
No matter whether he is the son of the prefect or me, no one can bully others like this!
"I haven't tasted flying yet, but I want to give it a try today. If you can lift me, just come over and give it a try." Zhao Zheng took a step forward, stood in front of the old lady, and glanced at Zhang Yiyang coldly.
The three of them have their right hands pressed on the hilt of the sword. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
