Chapter 102 Beggar

(Third update, please collect!)

A lot of things did happen in the 43rd year of Zhang Yan's retreat. But now, 50 years later, he also came out of the retreat.

Late night.

After a conversation with Ma Chong, he also roughly knew that a lot of things had happened in the past 50 years and got the map left by Xue's sister and brother.

After the horse rushed away that night, Qingyi also appeared. Qingyi handed over a painting in his hand, with a red bead painted on it. However, the owner of this painting is an elder named Hengchong in Qinglian Jianlin in the far east.

Finally, he also brought Li Ci back to the Sword Tower, who had been kneeling for 50 years...

In Wanyuan City, it seems that everything has come to an end.

It seems——

It should also be time to go to Senluo Sword Prison.

It seems——

I can't wait to leave.

This night, Zhang Yan thought about a lot of things.

The hurried passing of 50 years of Shaohua is not eye-catching for monks. Maybe it's just the time to refine a furnace of elixir, or a moment when they devote themselves to studying a certain array.

But for Zhang Yan, who has many hatreds and promises, the quiet passage of these 50 years is already an unforgivable waste!

He has a lot of things to do, and some things must be completed at a certain time. For example, he promised to go to the Broken Soul Desert in northern Xinjiang within a hundred years of leaving, such as returning to Hanlou City to accompany his second uncle and second aunt, and spend the twilight years...

These things may only be regarded as a commitment and a responsibility for filial piety. But there are still many things that must be repaid at the price of blood.

He never forgot that he was threatened and forced by a group of monks when he was a mountain teenager, that he did not forget that Yu Mantang slapped him behind his back, and that he did not forget the ugly faces of many high-level monks of Qianyu Sect...

So——

Zhang Yan decided to leave the Sword Tower tomorrow, leave Wanyuan City, go to Yanhuo Sword Cliff to find Xue's sister and brother, and then start to go to Senluo Sword Prison.

This is not a hot-headed impulse, and Zhang Yan has never been a reckless and hot-blooded man.

Now, his Dantian has condensed two Yuanying, one gold and one purple, and has become a Yuanying monk. He can be called a high-level monk by others. It is not so easy to die.

What's more, his divine power is more than three times stronger than before!

The hidden gold wheel has reached the second stage of the hidden realm, and the growth of Xinghe Zichen is even more terrible, reaching as many as 36, which is twice as before.

His current divine consciousness is comparable to that of the late U.S. baby monk...

On the realm, he is in the infancy.

In terms of Zhenyuan's strength, he has a gold and a purple Yuan baby.

In terms of the power of divine consciousness, he can be comparable to the divine consciousness in the later stage of the dollar baby.

On the magic weapon——

He can be a treasure of heaven and earth!

Even the highest-grade sword weapon in Qingyi has the level of Xuanbao...

Let's not talk about all this.

In the world of swords, his swordsmanship has reached the peak. He still has 5,000 high-level swordsmanship inheritance knowledge in the sea. It is only a matter of time before he learns higher-level swordsmanship, swordsmanship and even the peak kendo with such excellent qualifications and resources.

The situation at this time is that everything is ready, and you only have to go to Senluo Sword Prison.

Of course, before going to Senluo Sword Prison, he must take Xue's sister and brother back from the Fire Sword Cliff. Zhang Yan promised his father that he must take the sister and brother with him when leaving the Wanjian world.

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The next day, clear the dark clouds.

Zhang Yan got up early, washed a little, and walked outside the sacrificial tower.

Leaving aside the 50 years of retreat and practice, Zhang Yan's days in Wanyuan City can be counted with his fingers. Before leaving, he will follow the wide bluestone road and thoroughly appreciate this big city with millions of swords.

Ma Chong wanted to accompany him, but was rejected by Zhang Yan.

He wants to stay alone, quietly, and think about something that others can't share.

Half of the swordsmen in Wanyuan City were missing, and they were led by Mingxuan Jianfu to fight against the neighboring Zhongzhou. But even so, there are still many people in Wanyuan City.

Many ordinary people.

They don't seem to be affected by the war and live a regular and peaceful life.

Wing up early and returning in the evening. Busy and struggling for the crumb life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea until the end of my life.

This is true for the poor, the rich, and most of them.

Their joys and sorrows will be written on their faces, and their sweat and bitterness can also be comforted and confided in the arms of their daughter-in-law at night.

They——

is happy.

is also unhappy.

Because they will eventually pass away with the passage of time, they will be regarded as ants by high-ranking monks and dare not resist, and will suffer too many reckless disasters and too many unprestinable factors.

Life, old age, illness and death are waiting around, and natural and man-made disasters are lurking on the side.

After all, such a life has been judged too much bitter by the ruthless way of heaven.

The misfortune of life, old age, illness and death, the suffering of displacement--

It doesn't matter!

I only want to live long.

Zhang Yan walked around the streets with his back, looking at those busy people and thinking about the true meaning of life, he seemed to be distracted.

"Take this beggar down. His grandmother dares to scold our Xue family for death, isn't it?"

With a loud shout, he woke up Zhang Yan in meditation and looked around. Then he was surprised to find that he had unconsciously come to the street where the Xue family was located.

And ten feet in front of the Xue family, there was a group of big men surrounding a beggar who insulted and kicked, and it was full of onlookers.

Zhang Yan frowned, and the only remaining favorable impression of Xue's family also turned into disgust. He turned around and was about to leave, but he heard the beggar laugh angrily and said, "I scolded him. What can you do with me? If it hadn't been for your shit luck 50 years ago, you would have been destroyed by Lian Qiu Er, how could you be?

Zhang Yan's heart was shocked, and the sound was so familiar. He thought for a moment and couldn't figure out who it was, so he walked over, separated the crowd, and looked at the beggar.

The beggar is dirty, his clothes are broken, his gray hair and beard are messy, and his appearance is extremely haggard.

At this time, he was pressed on the ground by three big men in black, but he still kept scolding, looking like he had a deep hatred for the Xue family.

Zhang Yan was a little confused. The beggar's voice was very familiar, but he couldn't recognize who it was.

Is it an illusion?

Zhang Yan couldn't help laughing at himself and wanted to raise his feet to leave, but he saw the beggar suddenly struggling and shouted, "Wait, I know you, you are... you are..."

The beggar seemed to be extremely excited. He shouted and tried to catch Zhang Yan with his teeth and claws, but he was pressed back to the ground by the group of Xue's children.

Zhang Yan turned around and asked, "Do you know me?"

Before the beggar spoke, a Xue's son pointed to Zhang Yan and shouted, "What's the matter, do you want to interfere in our Xue's affairs? Looking at your thinness, you'd better get out of here and mind your own business!"

Zhang Yan really didn't want to interfere in this matter at the beginning. If he hadn't been familiar with the beggar's voice, he would have left long ago and didn't bother to pay attention to Xue's people at all.

But he doesn't plan to leave now, even if he really doesn't know this beggar.

"Hahaha, ha ha... You dogs, this is unlucky, finally unlucky..." The beggar lay on the ground and laughed hard.

He scolded Zhang Yan for shouting and spitting thick phlegm on the beggar and scolded, "I'm unlucky? This boy is your own father, and I still beat him so much that he dares..."

Before he finished speaking, he only felt that his body was light. He flew into the air and fell to the ground ten feet away. His eyes were dark and he completely fainted.

The crowd was in an uproar and looked at Zhang Yan in consternment. They didn't see how Zhang Yan took action at all. They just felt a flower in front of them, shouted and fell to the ground...

Is this young man also a swordsman?

Before everyone came to their senses, five or six Xue's children came forward and looked at the blue clothes with their hands on their backs with ferocious looks.

One of the cold-eyed guys said fiercely, "You just did it?"

Zhang Yan nodded and looked as indifferent as before.

Seeing this, the son of the Xue family couldn't help but be stunned and made a large number of Zhang Yan again. Seeing that he was just an ordinary young man, there was nothing surprising about him. His face became more gloomy and whispered, "Do you know who we are?"

Zhang Yan sighed in his heart, shook his head, and decided to give them another chance.

However, this man obviously completely disappointed Zhang Yan. He only heard the negative test: "I don't even know that our Xue's children don't know that your eyes are growing on dogs. If you waste a pair of your eyes, kneel on the ground and kowtow ten times and take out a hundred medium-grade spiritual stones, I will let you go. What do you think?

The audience looked at Zhang Yan pitifully. This condition was too harsh. The young man looked handsome, but he didn't look like a person with status... I'm afraid these snow clans didn't intend to let the young man go at all...

At this moment, they forgot the Xue's son lying on the ground ten feet away, and forgot how he was unconscious.

Then, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.

In their eyes, the ordinary young man just raised his hand gently, and the swords of everyone around him buzzed at the same time, and then these swords fell uncontrollably into the young man's hands.

The young man rubbed his hands, and all the swords turned into a ball of powder and slowly fell between his fingers. They were blown away by the wind and disappeared.

si~

Everyone's throat knot agitated, opened their mouths wide, and their expression was extremely stunned.

"You abandoned your eyes, kowtowed a hundred statues on the ground, each took 10,000 medium-grade spiritual stones, and I let you go, how about it?"

After doing this, Zhang Yan ignored the fear of the people around him and opened his mouth gently.

Brush!

Xue's son's face became extremely pale in an instant, and bean-sized sweat swelled down.

This time... it seems to have kicked the iron plate.

PS: It's a little late and I'm in a bad mood. Don't blame me.