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Chapter 162: Carrying a sharp blade and killing intent
"You blind little bastard, do you think you can touch our young lady?!"

"I'm sorry, ladies. I, I didn't mean it."

Li Ming looked up and saw a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old bending and bowing to apologize at the other table.

In front of him was a girl dressed in gorgeous clothes with a savage look on her face, who was scolding him incessantly.

Li Xian couldn't help but shake his head slightly when he saw this. After all, he came from an era where everyone was equal, and he looked down on such behavior.

"Snapped!"

A loud slap in the face silenced the surrounding noise for a moment, as if the many diners who were happily chatting had also been briefly paused by the loud slap.

But soon everything continued, except that some people suddenly stopped and looked towards the place where the sound came from.
"No need to say anything more, you are as blind as that old guy. Lick the stuff on the ground clean for me and apologize to the distinguished guest!" The dispute attracted the head shopkeeper of Qunying Building. He was wearing a dark gown, had a gray goatee, was a little thin, and looked to be in his sixties. But his face was full of anger at the moment. It was he who slapped the servant and made him spin on the spot. Half of his face was bright red and blood was flowing out of his mouth.

The servant fell to the ground after being beaten, and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at, you little bastard?" the old man with the goatee shouted angrily, "Come here!"

"I'll be right there." The servant laughed strangely and then suddenly lowered his head and looked submissive, as if he had been woken up. He slowly stood up and walked towards the old shopkeeper, but bowed his head and apologized to the old shopkeeper.

The old shopkeeper still refused to give up, and kept cursing. But suddenly his face changed, as if he couldn't believe it. His body stiffened, his eyes widened, and he opened his mouth and used all his strength, but he could only shout hoarsely: "You little bastard, how dare you?"

The young man lowered his head, but a gloomy and ferocious look appeared on his face. Drops of bright red blood flowed out from the dagger in his hand. The old shopkeeper could no longer stand and fell backwards, followed by large streams of blood.

The girl dressed like a maid who had screamed the loudest before was now at a loss. She had been acting so arrogant just now, but now she turned into a quail when she saw the blood. She didn't dare to make a sound, and only looked timidly at the boy who was just lying in the mud. It seemed that just because his hands were stained with blood, the status of the two of them was immediately reversed.

Or was it the guests at another table who screamed "Murder!"

The young man walked downstairs without looking back. Suddenly, another waiter delivering food shouted, "Don't let Fang Ming get away! He killed the shopkeeper! Stop him!"

Li Xian looked at the old shopkeeper lying on the ground. Blood was all over the floor and his intestines were hanging out. He was breathing in more than out. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was dead. Unless there was a legendary elixir that could revive the dead, who would use such a magic medicine on such an old man?

Fang Ming was also surrounded by five or six big men on the second floor.

At this moment, no one in the Qunying Building was talking. Everyone's attention was completely drawn to the murder. After all, it was human nature to watch the excitement, and even Li Ming, a young monk, was no exception.

The leading man cursed angrily, "Fang Ming, you're such a jerk! You can't tell normally that the shopkeeper is a bit harsh, but if he hadn't taken you in, you would have starved to death on the streets. You actually did this today? Surrender now!" The young man named Fang Ming was very calm, holding a dagger with a stern look in his eyes. He replied, "My grandfather and I ended up stranded here. He tricked me into signing a contract to sell myself, promising to find a doctor for my grandfather. But I never saw a doctor until my grandfather died. He even gave me a straw mat and told me to go to the mass grave by myself. Later, he thought I was unlucky and wouldn't let me in during the cold winter. I survived by eating slop. Do you think he's doing me a favor?!"

Although the voice was cold, every word was heartbreaking. Combined with the young man's lonely back, one could seem to see how desperate he must have been that winter. How many people in this world are like this?
Another dark-faced man, hearing this, seemed reluctant and said, "Xiao Mingzi, put down the knife. You can't escape anyway. I'll kill you quickly so that the boss won't get angry and you won't die peacefully."

Although Fang Ming is young, he is resolute and determined. Now that he has committed the crime, he will not give up hope. He just grips the blade tightly in his hand and recalls the Taoist's teachings from yesterday.

"Bend left and right, roll forward and back, use your hands and feet together, twist your horse and step at a time, sway with the wind, lift your steps and wrap around, push with force and bend your knees, and roll over and repeat."

The Taoist said that he was in big trouble, but he had helped him once out of kindness, and he didn't like to owe favors, so he specially taught him a set of steps that he said were very simple and did not require any skills to use. He also gave him the sword that could cut through iron like mud as a token of trust, and said that he would take him away soon.

It was a pity that he couldn't hold back. After this adventure, he couldn't stand such bullying. Today, he suddenly killed someone, which seemed to have ruined his future. This made Fang Ming feel regretful.

Seeing people gathering around him, Fang Ming didn't wait any longer. Relying on his small stature, he brandished the sharp blade in his hand and charged into the crowd.

Don't be fooled by the tall and mighty appearance of these men. In fact, they are just ordinary dealers with a bit of strength. Only the leader has managed to cultivate internal energy. In fact, this is normal. The Qunying Building is just an ordinary restaurant. The Five Tiger Swords, the most powerful masters in the building, happened not to be here today.

"There's something strange about this kid." Li Ming looked down at Fang Ming who was surrounded by five or six people and said softly.

"That's right!" Wang Dong also nodded and said, "Although his steps are weak and his eyes are dull, it can be seen that he has no internal strength, but his steps are disordered and orderly, and his body movements are as light as cotton wool. This footwork does not seem to be simple, but..."

Li Xian added, "It just seems a little unfamiliar, like I'm not very proficient."

Li Ang nodded and said, "I think so too."

"It's a pity that he is too young and has no foundation. He has exhausted all his strength after just a few moves," Li Xian said again.

Wang Dong said, "Yes, it's just a trapped beast fighting. I think he can get down to the second floor, but he can't get out."

Li Ang nodded and said, "I think so too."

At the beginning, Fang Ming relied on his courage and the attitude of fighting with his back against the wall, and he actually broke out of the encirclement of the big man. Unfortunately, there were more guards waiting for him downstairs. Seeing that he was in a desperate situation, a voice like a clear spring rang out.

"Are you the one chosen by my uncle?"

(End of this chapter)