Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

Time passed slowly. Although Jiang Weichen was tired after a day of work, he didn't feel sleepy at all and just waited.

Half an hour later, Jiang Weichen came to the front of the house and looked at the creaking door.

"Very good, you're so impatient that you didn't even lock the door."

Hearing more movement in the house, Jiang Weichen waited patiently until another half an hour passed.

"There has been no sound for about ten minutes."

Jiang Weichen walked forward, knocked on the door, and shouted, "Beggar leader? ...Beggar leader?"

There was no response, but instead a snoring sound.

Jiang Weichen gently pushed the door open and walked in. The door creaked, but the person on the couch did not move.

Jiang Weichen entered and took the long sword beside him in the moonlight.

Looking at the beggar head who looked like a dead pig, Jiang Weichen murmured in his heart: "You are the first, but you will definitely not be the last."

Two hours later, Jiang Weichen walked out covered in blood.

There was an extra knife in his right hand and an extra book on his chest.

Holding the remaining half jar of wine in his left hand.

Jiang Weichen came to the eaves of Uncle Zhou's house without knocking on the door.

He found a place sheltered from the wind and sat down, looking at the wine jar in his left hand.

"It's really strong. Alcohol is really a good thing, but I swear I will never touch it in my life."

Jiang Weichen gently put down the knife and looked at his broken little finger.

The violent movement just now caused some more blood to flow out.

Jiang Weichen felt a little dizzy now. If he had a mirror, he would definitely be able to see how pale his face was.

He had lost so much blood, but he managed to hold on through sheer willpower.

But he couldn't hold on for much longer, which was why he came here.

If you leave the town and enter the forest now, it will be very dangerous if you faint.

Uncle Zhou's family got up very early because they had to make buns.

Their noise could wake him up, and he could run out of the town before dawn.

Jiang Weichen took the wine jar and poured the remaining wine on the wound to disinfect it.

The intense pain woke Jiang Weichen, who was originally a little drowsy.

After a simple disinfection, Jiang Weichen tied his right arm with a cloth strip again, but this time it was not tied tightly.

Blood can flow without causing blockage.

After dealing with all this, within a few minutes, Jiang Weichen, who had relaxed, fell into the corner.

……

The next day, the roosters had just crowed, and it was still two hours before dawn.

Zhou Shengwang and his wife had already gotten up, but his wife smelled alcohol, so she walked out and saw Jiang Weichen lying in the corner.

He hurried into the house and said, "My husband, that man is here again, just outside the corner."

Zhou Shengwang looked unhappy. He was being blackmailed. Did he really think he was kind and easy to bully?

I felt sorry for him, and he had suffered such a tragic situation. I even gave him my treasured liquor, and yet he still came?

Zhou Shengwang walked out of the house and saw Jiang Weichen lying in the corner.

Looking at the wine jar beside him and his exposed right hand.

All five of my fingers were intact last night, but now I'm missing one. Fortunately, it's only my little finger.

Then he saw the machete placed aside and his eyes narrowed.

Isn't this the beggar leader's knife? The beggar leader always carries it with him, and he has seen it more than once.

How could it be in Jiang Weichen's hands now? Could it be...

Although Zhou Shengwang had some guesses, he still walked over and pulled Jiang Weichen.

Jiang Weichen woke up, saw Zhou Shengwang, and said, "Good morning, uncle!"

Zhou Shengwang didn't hesitate and said, "I said yesterday was the last time."

Jiang Weichen stood up and said, "I remember something happened last night, so I'd like to borrow your precious place to rest for one night. I'll be leaving soon."

Jiang Weichen took out a string of copper coins from his bosom, about fifty or sixty cents.

This was what Jiang Weichen found after searching the house. Apart from that, Jiang Weichen also took away a knife and a book.

Other things are worthless to him.

"Uncle, please give me a few buns. The rest is just for staying overnight."

Zhou Shengwang waking me up was a great favor.

It would be dangerous for Jiang Weichen to faint outside, and it would also be dangerous if he fainted in town and woke up at dawn.

This favor cannot be repaid with these few cents, but he really has nothing now.

Zhou Shengwang looked at the bloodstained copper coin, then looked at the machete, and his guess was already 80% certain.

But he didn't plan to ask too much, as knowing too much would do him no good.

"I can give you the buns, but I don't want the money. Please don't bother me in the future. I'm just an ordinary person, and there are some troubles I can't afford to cause."

Zhou Shengwang said helplessly.

Jiang Weichen took back the money and said, "This stolen money really shouldn't be given to Uncle Zhou. This is the last time."

Zhou Shengwang took four buns and handed them to Jiang Weichen, saying, "These are the cold buns left over from yesterday. Hurry and leave!"

Jiang Weichen took the bun, picked up the machete, saluted, and turned away.

Chapter 17 Acting, practicing swordsmanship

Zhou Shengwang watched Jiang Weichen disappear into the night, and saw the wine jar on the ground and the smell of wine.

Having some guesses, he quickly took the wine jar back home, washed it several times, and then filled it with bun filling.

"Husband, what are you doing? Don't we have something to put the stuffing in?"

"Don't ask too many questions. Remember, we just woke up and started making buns. We didn't see anything."

After filling it halfway, Zhou Shengwang quickly took out the urinal and poured it on the place where Jiang Weichen fainted last night.

Then he used a palm-leaf fan to dispel the smell of alcohol, and then went back to wash his hands and make buns.

Zhou Shengwang set up his stall a little late today and just arrived at the stall.

The couple selling wontons nearby said, "Lao Zhou, why are you so late today?"

"Well, who hasn't overslept at some point? Haven't you?"

"I'm afraid you were squeezed dry last night?"

"Do you think I'm your silver-clad wax spearhead?"

"Who are you talking about, the silver-like wax spear head?"

"What do you mean?"

The two of them were arguing loudly, and soon someone came to have breakfast.

Although there are only a few people every day, it is barely enough to make a living. Coupled with a little land outside the city, life is pretty good.

An hour later, the beggar leader's neighbor discovered blood on the door of the next door.

I called out a few times tentatively, but no one answered.

Then he opened the door and screamed.

Afterwards, all the neighbors saw it, someone reported it to the police, and word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and soon most people in the town knew about it.

Lao Zhou stood by the stall, listening to other people's discussions.

"Have you heard? The beggar leader in town is dead."

"Dead? How did he die? That guy had practiced before. I heard he knew swordsmanship. He carried that big machete every day."

"Yes, I heard that he is a disciple of the Beggars' Sect. Is there anyone in this town who dares to kill him?"

"More than just daring, I heard he was dismembered. His head, limbs, and chest were all cut open."

"So cruel? How deep is the hatred and resentment?"

"..."

Old Zhou had some guesses and was not very surprised to hear that the beggar leader had died.

He could even guess how Jiang Weichen killed the person.

But I was a little shocked when I heard the latter part.

He was slapped in the morning, had his little finger cut off in the evening, and then killed someone in the blink of an eye.

In his opinion, this was already a great revenge.

But this is just dismembering the body and cutting open the stomach, which is too cruel.

Old Zhou began to recall every detail of his relationship with the boy, to see if he had ever offended him.

After recalling it, it seems that there was no such thing. The only important thing I said was that I should not bother them.

This shouldn't be considered an offense, right?

How could such a polite young man be so cruel?

Alas, I hope he won’t come again. This kind of person is so scary.

This is still a nine-year-old child.

"Old Zhou, what's wrong with you?"