"Today, Mr. Zhou came to set up a porridge shop, let's go quickly." Many beggars ran forward and said.

"Why are you two in a hurry? You are too late to go!" The beggars looked at them curiously.

There seemed to be a strange guy in our team.

The two of them naturally had Changle and Taohua. Now Changle's skills have not been fully restored, although he has the rescue fireworks of the Huashan School.

But he dared not use it. Now, unless the Huashan Sect came to him, he would not trust him.

"We brothers are not hungry yet!" Changle said seriously.

He felt that a man with strong limbs could support himself in everything he did, so begging was really not a decent thing.

Seeing the beggars running away in a hurry, Taohua looked at Changle and asked, "Brother Changle, what should we do?"

"I'll get some food for us." Changle pointed to a wild fruit forest in front.

Changle flexibly climbed the tree and picked a lot of fruits for the peach blossoms.

The fruit has reached the ripe season and the juice is full. After eating a lot of it, Changle then sat cross-legged and closed his eyes and meditated.

It took an hour before Changle opened his eyes.

He watched Taohua practicing the whip method her mother taught her, sighed and waved her hand to come over.

"What's wrong? Brother Changle." She immediately stopped and ran over and asked.

"Sit down first." Changle pointed to the position next to him, and Taohua sat next to him with a smile.

"I didn't teach you kung fu before because I didn't want you to be destroyed by hatred. But now it seems that I don't have the right to make this decision.

You are willing to join my Huashan Sect and become my teacher.”

"I don't want to!" Taohua said seriously.

Well? Wasn't you willing to do it before?

"I, I don't want to be your apprentice. If you become your apprentice, you will call you master." She lowered her head and said in a low voice.

"That's how it's going, then when I go back to the mountain, I beg my master's wife to let her accept you as her disciple." Chang Leman said indifferently.

He just wanted to have a good home for peach blossoms.

"Then I do." The little girl raised her head and said happily.

Three days later, Changle's internal injuries were healed, and after this battle, he had a new understanding of swordsmanship.

Now he can integrate Tai Chi's meaning into swordsmanship.

"Let's go, I'm going to the city. Are those people looking for us? Now it's time to go and cause trouble for them." Changle said to Taohua with a smile.

The two entered the city, and they first found an inn, washed up and put on clean clothes.

Changle took Taohua to find the largest restaurant, preparing to have a meal and kill a few people at will.

As soon as the two of them entered, the martial arts men in the entire hotel suddenly disappeared.

They looked at Changle wearing white clothes like a banished immortal on earth, and peach blossoms wearing pink skirt beside them.

Isn’t these the two people they have been looking for for a long time?

There are always some ignorant people in the world, and a fat monk comes over.

He walked to the table between Changle and Taohua and looked down at the two of them.

"Are you Zhao Changle?" The monk is a newly recruited subordinate of Ren Woxing, and he has a strange power that is unparalleled in the world. Because he just took care of the head of Ren, he wanted to make great contributions quickly and get the antidote from the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill.

"Yes." Changle nodded and looked at him and said, "The waiter has six good dishes."

"You're afraid you won't have a chance to eat." Fan Monk shouted, then punched Changle hard.

Changle stretched out a finger and pressed against the monk's fist, "Taohua, what else do you want to eat?"

"No more." Peach blossom smiled sweetly.

The waiter listened to Changle's request in a cold sweat. After running for so many years, he felt that the risk factor of this job was so high for the first time.

After she finished laughing, Changle said to the waiter, "That's all, let's serve."

After he said a punch, the monk's head flew on the table when he came just now.

His five companions all looked at Changle in horror. The strength of this monk was not the opponent, but they did not expect that Changle would knock his head away with one palm.

Didn’t the leader Ren say that this guy was seriously injured? Why is he still so fierce?

"You guys, clean up his body. Put it here to disturb us for dinner. If you clean up, I won't kill you anymore." Changle Langsheng said to the five of them.

The five people threw the weapons in their hands aside and quickly cleaned the blood on the ground.

It was cleaned up in less than a quarter of an hour. Changle nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand and let them leave.

The five of them left, and the other men in the hotel were ready to try.

The waiter trembledly served Changle, and tasted each dish, and then said to Taohua, "You eat it, I'll go and say hello to them."

After saying that, Changle picked up a chopstick and went to all the men in the world.

They are all subordinates of Ren Yingying, and of course many of them are among the Demon Sect.

"Among you who are good at cleaning, raise your hand, I won't kill you and keep it for a while." Changle said to them seriously.

"Damn it! Brothers, come together, aren't we afraid of him!" a man holding a knife shouted.

They had a hundred people and rushed over.

The boss looked desperate, and this store was probably going to be destroyed.

"Uncle Boss, I'll accompany you what they smashed later." Taohua took out a golden leaf from her body and handed it to the boss and said.

The boss was a little afraid to ask for it, Taohua continued, "If you break something, you should pay for it."

"This golden leaf is enough." The boss took the golden leaf with both hands carefully.

"Boss, this dish is quite delicious." Taohua's eyes were slightly red.

The dish was a little salty. My father used to know that his taste was light and rarely added salt.

But he is no longer here.

The chopstick in Changle's hand was like the sickle of the god of death.

Reap their lives easily.

Changle will always hit a single shot, and rarely smash the tables and chairs in the store. Of course, those men in the martial arts world do not care about this, but those who smash the tables and chairs are killed by Changle.

In the end, Changle left ten people, shaking the blood from the chopsticks.

"You want to die?" Changle asked looking at them.

"Living! Heroes! We want to live!" They were already scared by Changle and could not resist and could only wait for death.

Unexpectedly, Changle actually stopped, and they quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

"Cleaning it, you will compensate the tables and chairs." Changle threw the chopsticks in front of them.

The remaining few people quickly cleaned up.

Changle returned to his seat and ate a bite of the dish, and took Jinyezi from the boss's hand.

"They will compensate you for the money. There are also some dishes to make and add less salt." Changle said to the boss.

"The golden leaves were given to you by your parents, so keep them as a thought." Changle rubbed her hair, "In the future, the food is not in line with your appetite, so don't be wronged. Don't be wronged by yourself in anything."
Chapter completed!