80s Taoism

Zhang Jiaohua ran into an alley, he had never been to the capital, and he didn't have a map in his hand, but he wasn't worried about getting lost, he had a photographic memory of the places he walked, this is the advantage of a cultivator like him at the stage of refining Qi and becoming a god.

The last time he was in a coma, Zhang Jiaohua once again obtained a large amount of information on the inheritance magic weapon. As a result of being in a coma for several months, he not only digested a large amount of inherited cultivation skills, but also realized the leap from refining Qi to transforming Qi to refining Qi to transform God. There is no obvious boundary between the two realms, it is just a vague distinction.

Zhang Jiaohua took a look at the alley he broke into. It looked like the old street of Gezhuping Town, with narrow passages and low houses. Compared with the tall buildings near the train station, this place was obviously less glamorous. It seems that in any bright place, there can always be shadows in the backlight.

There were a few young people in their 20s sitting in the alley. When Zhang Jiaohua passed by, these people looked up at Zhang Jiaohua. Their eyes were like a wild wolf staring at a wild animal, with extreme disdain.

Zhang Jiaohua ignored these people and prepared to walk over quickly. Just as he walked past a Sha Matt with dyed yellow hair, the yellow-haired Sha Matt suddenly stretched out a foot.

Zhang Jiaohua snorted coldly, he still didn't understand this routine, and thought that Shamate was just maliciously trying to trip him, so he stepped heavily on that leg.

"Ah!" Shamat howled like a pig.

All the killers were stunned by such a tragic cry from the yellow-haired Shamat, and felt that this kid's performance was too entertaining. I thought to myself that I was just trying to make money anyway, and it didn't matter whether it was miserable or not.

"Hey! Did you break your leg? If not, I'll help you again!" Zhang Jiaohua utterly disdains this kind of street gangster.

"Fuck, the Nanmanzi is going to make trouble!" The other Shamates immediately stood up and picked up a few baseball bats from the ground. Obviously, these baseball bats are their weapons. This is much safer than other weapons. Although this is a small alley, it is still under the foot of the emperor after all, and the law and order is still much stricter than other places. If he had held an iron rod and steel knife, he would have been arrested long ago. This baseball bat is made of all steel, with moderate weight and suitable length. It is perfect for street fighting.

But in a blink of an eye, the alley was clanging like a blacksmith's shop, and the residents in the alley thought it was bad luck for someone to mess with these killers again. This group of killers are notoriously stubborn in the alley. I usually cheat here, and when I meet an unknown face, I have to pay a certain amount of money.

Boldly sticking their heads out of the shop, their eyes widened immediately, and they saw that the ones lying on the ground were not from outsiders, but those goddamned Shamates. A teenager who looked about the age of a middle school student stood unscathed in the alley, while the Shamates lay on the ground like dead dogs one by one. What a delightful scene this is.

"Don't worry about that nosy business, let those heavenly harvesters see it, and there will be disasters." The wife of the man watching the bustle warned quickly.

"Not busy, from now on, I'm afraid I won't have time to bother us. Daughter-in-law, hurry up and have a look, those people are lying dead on the ground!"

The alley almost didn't take out firecrackers to celebrate warmly, but thinking about the power of these stubborn masters in the past, I still gave up the idea.

"Hey, don't pretend to be dead. I want to ask you something." Zhang Jiaohua kicked Huangmao Shamat with his foot.

As a result, none of the group of killers dared to move, and they still lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Zhang Jiaohua picked up a baseball bat from the ground, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what material this stick is made of, and I don't know if it can smash a skull."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Jiaohua took the baseball bat and lightly raised Shamate's head, making a gesture of hitting his head. Then he made a gesture, and saw Shamate lying on the ground, a watermark suddenly appeared in his crotch, and then the watermark slowly expanded, followed by a smell of urine. This yellow-haired Shamate is really too useless, so frightened, he is already scared to pee.

Zhang Jiaohua quickly walked away in disgust, and came to a fat guy, "It's just you, with such a big body, you should be more durable."

Before Zhang Jiaohua raised his baseball bat, the fat Shamat immediately got up from the ground, "Spare me, man! I'll tell you what you want to ask. I'll even tell you what kind of underwear I'm wearing."

"Shut up! I asked you what kind of underwear you are doing? I want to rent a house here, do you know where there is a house for rent?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"Yes, yes, this must be. My house is not small. If you are willing to live in it, you can live there for as long as you want." The fat man said quickly.

"Then go to your house." Zhang Jiaohua agreed directly, "Go, take me to your house. By the way, what's your name?"

"I, my name is Wu Yuan." Fatty Shamat said.

"It doesn't matter what your name is, I'll just call you Fatty." Zhang Jiaohua didn't care about Fatty's name at all.

"Your sister!" Wu Yuan cursed in his heart, really wanted to beat up this bastard, but thinking about the difference in force value between the two, Wu Yuan just cursed secretly in his heart.

Wu Yuan led Zhang Jiaohua into a courtyard house, "Well, man, I'm the only seedling in my house. The old man and the old lady have belched a long time ago. I live alone in this house. I think it's too deserted, so I don't come back often. You can live in whatever you like."

"How much is the rent?" Zhang Jiaohua asked.

"How can I ask you for money, what is the man talking about?" Wu Yuan didn't want to, but didn't dare.

"Well, from today onwards, I will live here." Zhang Jiaohua said.

Wu Yuan's face was as constipated, and he thought that Zhang Jiaohua would not refuse, in that case, he could go down the slope to ask for rent. As a result, it is now easier to invite God than to send God away. But Zhang Jiaohua dared to stay here, which made Wu Yuan very lively. As long as Zhang Jiaohua doesn't leave, there is always a chance to get back the loss he suffered.

Wu Yuan didn't dare to report to the police, he couldn't afford to lose that person. If he had to report to the police because of this incident, he would not be able to mess around in the alley in the future.

He was thinking in his heart to stabilize Zhang Jiaohua first, and when he went back to find his elder brother Zeng Lei, he would get the matter back.

Zeng Lei also grew up in this alley. He is several years older than Wu Yuan. He used to be a soldier, committed crimes, and returned from the army this year. It is said that when he was in the army, he was a special soldier, especially capable of fighting. Although he was not in the same group as these Shamates, he led them to make trouble in the alleys since he was a child. This time I suffered a loss, so I went to talk to Brother Zeng, and I would definitely be able to invite Brother Zeng.