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"You are no match for me." Zhang Feng looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly.
Although the old man looks extraordinary, no matter how powerful a person is, he cannot withstand the passage of time. After the prime of life, the body's physical fitness and strength are declining every day. This is caused by bones and muscles, and exercise can only slow down this process.
The old man nodded calmly and said: "I am indeed no match for you now, but I am just doing favors and being loyal to others, that's all."
Be loyal to others and be kind to them.
Zhang Feng recognized this sentence very much in his heart and said, "Okay, in that case, sir, please."
Mr. Zhong nodded, formed a T-step with the soles of his feet, made a sudden mistake, and took three steps in a row. The five-meter distance between the two people disappeared in the blink of an eye. He slashed towards Zhang Feng with one hand. The movement seemed light, but Zhang Feng did not dare to be careless at all.
It was not Zhang Feng's character to sit still and wait for death. He suddenly swung a punch and hit the old man's palm directly.
At the same time, the body turned slightly and the whip leg was whipped out with a roar.
Facing Zhang Feng's fierce fist with fierce force, Zhong Lao's expression also changed slightly. He did not choose to confront Zhang Feng head-on, but directly changed his moves, turning his palms into claws and clawing at his fists. At the same time, he raised his knees to block Zhang Feng's whip kick.
Snapped.
As the meat hit each other hard, Zhong Lao's calm expression disappeared, and instead he was filled with pain.
The palm holding Zhang Feng's fist felt as if it had ten thousand kilograms of power. Even though a lot of strength had been removed, it still felt unmatched.
After taking three steps back, Mr. Zhong looked at Zhang Feng in shock.
Zhang Feng did not choose to pursue the victory. The old man in front of him had no grudge against him. On the contrary, Zhang Feng recognized his temperament very much.
"Old sir, now that you have completed your duty of loyalty, stop it." Zhang Feng said calmly.
Mr. Zhong nodded and said, "I'm afraid I'll lose my life here if I think about it again. It's true that I'm better than my old master." He turned his head, gave Mr. Zhai a false hug, and then said, "I owed him something back then." The favor I owe you to the Zhai family has been paid off now."
"What? Are you just paying off? Old man Zhong, you have been living in my house for free all these years.
Drink, is this the end? "Zhai Qiang jumped up like an old cat whose tail was stepped on, roaring at the top of his lungs.
Mr. Zhong frowned slightly, but did not speak. He just kept his eyes on Mr. Zhai's face.
"Hey, Uncle Zhong, I will visit you someday when I have time." Mr. Zhai said respectfully.
Just when Mr. Zhong was about to turn around and leave, another group of people walked into the Zhuo family manor.
Zhang Feng had super hearing and heard the faint sound of footsteps. He turned and looked around, only to see his master, the old beggar, walking in the distance, and the person following him was none other than his senior sister Chen Wanru.
The eyebrows under the peaked cap were raised. What does it mean that the old beggar and the senior sister appeared at this time
The old beggar still looked slovenly, with messy hair piled on top of his head as if he hadn't washed it since he was born.
Chen Wanru, who is wearing a cheongsam, has a graceful figure and a pretty face that is naturally charming. The combination of these two is simply weird to the extreme.
The old beggar walked closer, glared at Zhang Feng, and said displeasedly: "Little bastard, I'll deal with you properly when I get back."
After saying that, he turned to look at the old man and said: "Why, old man Zhong, you are free now. Wherever you want to go, if there is no place, go to my place. Don't dare to say anything else. I have enough good tea and wine."
The look of confusion on Zhang Feng's face became more intense. Why didn't the old beggar and this old man know each other
"Old monster, I have no intention of drinking tea with you. Just the smell of you can make me sick. Is this kid your apprentice? It seems that God has taken you well." Zhong Laowang said to Zhang Feng .
"Zhang Feng came here to see Mr. Zhong." The old beggar put one hand on his nostrils and shook his legs in greeting.
Hearing the old beggar call out his name, Zhang Feng realized that he no longer needed to hide his identity.
He took off the peaked cap on his head and walked to Mr. Zhong, nodded and said: "Mr. Zhong was so offended just now, please forgive me."
"It doesn't matter. If it weren't for your appearance, I don't know if I would be free again in my lifetime." Mr. Zhong waved his hand and continued: "If you have time, why don't you come and sit at my place? Your master knows that old monster. Where am I."
"Hey, hey, what do I mean by this immortal old man Zhong? He is so bright and powerful.
Isn't it a bit too much to dare to dig into my corner? Be careful that I will kill you with my bad temper. "The old beggar cursed with his feet jumping.
Mr. Zhong laughed disdainfully, turned around and left, saying leisurely: "It's a little difficult for this old monster to kill me, but it's easy to disgust me to death."
Zhai Qiang also saw Zhang Feng's face and became even more angry. It would be okay if it was someone he didn't know, but he didn't expect it to be someone he knew.
Mr. Zhai was obviously more determined and looked calmly at the old beggar walking towards him.
The old beggar had his teeth pierced, and there were leftover scraps of food between his teeth, which he was picking at with his tongue. This look made Mr. Zhai's eyelids jump and his stomach churn.
He reached out and picked his nose and walked up to Mr. Zhai. He patted Mr. Zhai on the shoulder with the hand that had picked his nose and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhai is so majestic. He actually wants to break my apprentice's hands and feet. Do you think so?" I asked if I agreed."
Mr. Zhai resisted the urge to retreat and said in a cold voice, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"I'm just a bad old man begging for food." The old beggar wiped the snot off his fingers on Mr. Zhai's body, put it in his pocket, and looked at Mr. Zhai with squinting eyes.
Mr. Zhai cursed secretly in his heart, "A beggar can know Uncle Zhong. You think I am a three-year-old child."
"What about today's matter? There's no need to make a fuss, is there? Okay, I'll let it go." With that said, the old beggar turned around and waved Chen Wanru and Zhang Feng to leave.
After they were far away, Zhai Qiang dared to say: "Grandpa, the woman next to the old man is called Chen Wanru. I remember her name. It was an invitation specially sent by Zhuo Zhaoyun. I checked it."
"Huh!" Mr. Zhai snorted coldly.
"Grandpa, what should I do? I'm afraid everyone in Kyoto will know about this tomorrow." Zhai Qiang said anxiously with an ugly face. He is now an ant on a hot pot and doesn't know what to do.
Mr. Zhai said coldly: "Calm down. Use Chen Wanru's identity as a breakthrough to find out the identity and background of the young man named Zhang Feng and the old man just now. It is impossible to humiliate our Zhai family like this!"
"Yes, I understand, Grandpa."