The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 256 Beggar
When they came to a tea shop, Ji Chuan and his party found a seat and sat down. Looking around, they could find that the atmosphere in the city these days was obviously more tense than before.

Not only that, but many people from the rivers and lakes emerged in the capital, whether they were Buddhist or Taoist, Ji Chuan saw several of them.

"Brother Ji, it's not good. There are so many people from the rivers and lakes in the city for no reason, and the disciples of the sect never set foot in the capital in the past, and now they all come here in a swarm."

Ye Qingming picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, but looked around, and whispered to Ji Chuan.

Mu Juejing sat on the side, not saying a word, don't look at him like this, in fact, he is more cautious than anyone else, his whole body is tense, and all the movements around him can't be hidden from him.

Once something unfavorable happens, he will definitely be wrathed by his thunder.

Liu Meier was still thinking about Fengmingyuan, and she was always a little uneasy about the uncertain future. As for Ye Qingming's words, she didn't listen to a word.

Ji Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said calmly: "The matter involving the throne of the Great Qin Dynasty has a great impact not only on the court, but also on the Jianghu. These big sects naturally come here.

However, the capital is much stricter than other states, so we don't have to worry about it. "

As for the matter of being ambushed and killed earlier, Ji Chuan didn't tell a few people, so as to save them from worrying unnecessarily.

"Hmph, it seems that Emperor Qin's energy is exhausted, and all monsters and monsters are going to get involved.

It's nothing more than Shaolin Daomen coming here, even those small sects and sects are moving after hearing the news, it's really courting death. "

Looking at those Jianghu people, Ji Chuan couldn't help but snorted coldly, quite disdainfully.

Both Shaolin and Daomen are more nervous than anyone else in order to protect the rights and interests of the sect, and even ascend to the inheritance of Taoism, so they rushed to the capital in a hurry.

No matter what Shaolin's position is, the Taoists will never stop with him. If there is a chance, Ji Chuan would not mind doing something secretly to make him fight Shaolin to the death.

He will never be lenient if he is able to open the door.

It stands to reason that Master Shaolin Liaofan also killed himself, but no one knew about it except Yang Ting.

Now, even Yang Ting is dead, and there is no evidence to prove his death, so there is no need to worry about Shaolin.

"Go away, go away..."

Just as Ji Chuan was contemplating, an angry shout caught his attention. Following the sound, he saw a disciple kicking a beggar into a rolling circle several times.

Ji Chuan took a few glances, but didn't care. No matter where he is, there is no shortage of beggars, even in a prosperous capital like Beijing.

He is not the kind of merciful person, and he will take a lot of compassion for beggars.

The beggar was covered in mud and struggled to get up, with scarlet blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

How can an ordinary person withstand the kick of a warrior and not maim a beggar? It's a fluke.

"Ah...ah..."

The disheveled beggar knelt on the ground, begging for mercy to the visitor, ahh a few times, but unfortunately he didn't say anything.

"Damn, let you..."

It was good that the beggar didn't open his mouth, but when he opened his mouth, the warrior became even more angry and kicked him away again.

It happened that the beggar was unlucky, and it just so happened that this person's heart was not going well, and he happened to meet this beggar, and in an instant, he poured all his anger on him, so he had to say that the beggar was unlucky.

The people around heard the sound and stopped to look at it one after another, but no one came to uphold justice for the beggar.

After all, no one will stand up for a beggar.

The world has always been so cold and heartless, the beggar spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was immediately stained with blood, his eyes were full of hatred, which was well hidden by him.

This time, he didn't get up again, not because he didn't dare, but because he couldn't get up again.

That blow just now exhausted all his strength, and at this moment, he was already exhausted.

With disheveled hair, a pair of cold eyes full of resentment stared at the man.

Not only the casual cultivator who beat him, but also the people who stopped around him were all resented by him.

He hates, hates the injustice of this world, why let him bear such an insult.

"Ok?"

Ji Chuan took a sip of water, felt this shocking hatred through the power of the Dao Heart Demon Seed Primordial Spirit, and couldn't help being surprised.

But, that's all!

"Hey, I feel much more at ease after finding someone to vent my anger on." The warrior walked up to the beggar, stepped on his head, crushed it vigorously, and said with a smile: "It's only your fault. Grandpa is in a bad mood, hahaha..."

A cheerful smile fell, the warrior kicked the beggar again, and walked into the crowd, leaving the lonely beggar struggling to get up.

Repeated several times, but still no success.

In the end, he collapsed to the ground again, even Ji Chuan could feel his despair.

This is a helpless despair!
This is a kind of desperation that hates the injustice of the sky and hates oneself for incompetence!
"Hey, what a pity!" The owner of the tea shop looked at this scene and sighed.

Ye Qingming was driven by curiosity, and said with interest: "Oh, the boss knows this beggar?"

The owner of the tea shop sighed: "This man has been here for a while, he is often beaten, his body is covered in cuts and bruises, he looks pitiful.

The most important thing is that he is a deaf-mute. The strange thing is that he can understand other people's speech, but he can't speak or hear! "

Ye Qingming thought it was a bit amusing, so he chatted with the owner of the tea shop.

It can be seen that Ye Qingming is indeed a good scout for information, with a few casual words, he can completely cover the words of the tea shop owner.

However, Ji Chuan turned a deaf ear to this. To be precise, he kept staring at the beggar after the owner of the tea shop mentioned that the beggar was a deaf-mute.

Ji Chuan stared for a long time, then asked the owner of the tea shop, "I wonder if this beggar was born deaf?"

The owner of the tea shop was surprised. He didn't understand what Ji Chuan meant, but he didn't ask any further questions. He thought that Ji Chuan was simply curious, so he said, "I made some inquiries before, and it seems that he was born deaf and dumb. I'll let you know if it is true or not." I don't know. If the guest officer is curious, he can go around and ask about it."

Ye Qingming restrained his smile, looked at Ji Chuan and asked, "What did Brother Ji discover, or is there something special about this beggar?"

Ye Qingming believed that Ji Chuan would not be aimless, and he would never get up early without benefit. If this beggar had nothing special, he wouldn't ask this question specifically.

This is the conclusion he came to after being with Ji Chuan for so long, and it is extremely accurate.

Just like in Xinyage in Ningzhou before, Ji Chuan used to offend Xinyage, the king's force, for Liu Meier's sake without saying a word.

It wasn't until later that Ye Qingming knew that Liu Meier was born with a beautiful body, and it was only then that he knew that Ji Chuan actually had a broken-level kung fu in his hands, and it was an overbearing and perverted kung fu similar to the Maiden Dafa.

I don't know why, at this moment, this scene is so similar to that time, it is an irrelevant person, and it is an unintentional statement.

Even so, Ye Qingming suddenly turned his eyes to the beggar who was still struggling to get up, feeling that his fate had changed.

For some reason, Ye Qingming always felt that this beggar would scare everyone in the world.

At this time, his body was exuding a sinister light, and he couldn't help thinking about what his future would be like.

(End of this chapter)