"Yin Zhenguan, why not use vegetables together?" Cheng Yongshi asked.

"No, I'm in a hurry. If there is still business later, I'll be alone." As he said that, he turned around and shouted, "Old man Shen, the style is the same, add a roast chicken."

"Okay." The kitchen responded.

Yin Zhenshou found a seat and sat down and waited for the food to serve, and the people in Chengjiazhuang started eating by themselves.

Soon, the dishes were ready, and Yin Zhenshou also tasted it. Although it was not a voracious meal, it was also extremely fast.

Suddenly, a faint smell of sour smell came from the door.

Cheng Yuan turned his head and saw a unkempt beggar at the door of the restaurant, hunched out and smiled foolishly at the store.

Just as the old man in the restaurant was serving the dishes, he saw the beggar's face immediately changed, and he pushed him out, lowering his voice: "What are you doing, you fool? Don't block my shop's business."

"Hehe, hehe." The beggar seemed not old and smirked: "Hungry, hungry..."

The old man pushed him twice, and when he saw that he could not push him, he was afraid that he would block the door and disrupt the business, so he had to turn around and pick up two steamed buns and stuff them to him: "Go and go."

"Meat, hehe, meat..." The beggar took a bite of the steamed bun, looked at the dishes on the table in the store, and said silly.

"There is no leftover meat for you!" Old Man Shen glared.

The beggar shivered, but he still refused to leave and looked at him.

Yin Zhenshou, who was eating, seemed to smell the stench on the beggar's body and frowned: "Okay!"

He tore off a chicken leg from his table, threw it into the arms of the beggar outside the door, and said impatiently: "Take it and eat it, hurry up."

"Thank you, thank you." The beggar held the chicken legs and steamed buns, bowed and smiled foolishly at the old man and Yin Zhenshou.

"Go to eat in the alley of no one, don't be at the door of my restaurant." Old man Shen reminded.

The beggar nodded repeatedly, bowed again, and then turned around and left in a hurry.

"Oh, bad luck." Yin Zhenshou shook his head.

Cheng Yuan has been to Heiyuan Town many times. Naturally, he knows that this beggar is a fool. He seems that his family was killed by ghosts and was mentally ill. Since then, he has been begging like this in Heiyuan Town.

He just sighed and didn't care much.

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The beggar turned several streets and alleys from the door of Shenji Restaurant.

He happily hugged the steamed buns and chicken legs, his body was sour and smelly. Passers-by covered his nose to avoid it when they met, and finally turned into the smallest and most remote alley.

"Here...Shen, Shopkeeper Shen..." He mumbled, huddled in the innermost part of the broken alley, took out steamed buns and chicken legs, and bit them with satisfaction.

Suddenly, footsteps and conversations came from outside the alley.

"It's so bad that he lost 300 million workers today!"

"Wang Mazi's luck is too evil. Could it be that he has worshipped the ghost of fortune?"

Three young men dressed in a civilized manner, cursing and passing the alley.

The beggar who was huddling in the innermost alley heard the sound and looked over subconsciously.

"It's cold." A gangster turned his head and saw the beggar in the alley. Somehow a sense of bad anger arose from his heart: "It's so unlucky. You can catch this fool even by walking a small path."

He looked cruel and walked over directly. The two chaotic men behind him also saw the beggar, and followed him with a teasing smile: "Sanhu, can you still want to squeeze some money from this fool?"

The three tigers strode over, and the beggar immediately protected his steamed buns and chicken legs in horror, then curled up and whimpered in his mouth.

It seems that he has been bullied by these gangsters for a long time.

"Oh? I have a blood transfusion today. Can you, a fool, pick up a chicken leg to eat?"

Sanhu glanced at the chicken legs in the beggar's arms, laughed strangely, then his face turned grim and kicked him directly.

The beggar was kicked down by this kick, and the steamed buns and chicken legs in his arms rolled to the ground.

"Chicken legs..." He whimpered vaguely, trying to pick up the chicken legs, but was kicked down by Sanhu again.

"Let you eat, let you eat!" Sanhu's face looked ferocious, and he vented all the anger that had lost a lot on his fists and feet: "Slutty!"

Not only did he lose all his money, he also owed dozens of yuan, and he was even more furious.

The beggar was kicked and struggled on the ground, screaming, and suddenly, the three tigers suddenly kicked him in the neck.

With a light click, the beggar stopped moving and gasped.

"This!" The two gangsters who were watching the show behind him suddenly changed their faces: "Sanhu, you won't kill him, are you?"

"...why are you dead? Pretend to be pretending!" Sanhu seemed to have a stiff look and said with ease.

"Bah!" He finally spitted the beggar's spit. He wanted to leave, but he seemed to feel that he had just slipped away. He weakened his momentum in front of his companions. He turned around and crushed the chicken legs on the ground with his feet.

"Let's go!" Sanhu then glanced at his companion and said unhappy.

The two gangsters looked at each other in surprise and doubt, looked at the beggar on the ground, and seemed to have a little breath, so they hesitated to follow Sanhu.

Hoo... Hoo...

The beggar on the ground was as limp as mud, and his chest was difficult to inhale. He turned his head and looked at the chicken legs that were being trampled on the ground. He seemed to want to get it, but he couldn't move.

"Chicken legs...chicken legs..."

He moved his strength and gradually passed, and his mind gradually blurred.

Just as the consciousness was about to fall into darkness, he saw a pair of black boots appearing in front of his eyes, and a sound seemed to come from his ears.

"Where is the evil nature of human heart, no ghosts and gods can match..."

The man in a black shirt stood in the alley, looking down at the beggar on the ground, his eyes seemed to be filled with a slight sensation.

"Do you understand the meaning of life?"

"Do you want to really... live?"

The beggar seemed to have fallen into a coma, and even his rest almost disappeared without any reaction.

The man in black shook his head and stretched out his one hand. A faint green ball appeared in his palm.

The entire alley was suddenly covered by a cold and strange yin aura...

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After having dinner at Shenji Restaurant, people from Chengjiazhuang came to an inn and prepared to spend the night.

Tomorrow, Huo Dao took Cheng Yuan, Cheng Yongye and Cheng Yunchuan to Youhe County, while other men from Chengjiazhuang returned to Zhuangzi.

When he arrived at the inn, Cheng Yuan rested for a while and then began to practice alone in the inn.

Many men in Chengjiazhuang visited the markets, tea shops and other places in Heiyuan Town, and they rarely come to Heiyuan Town once.

Cheng Yongye also went out carelessly.

However, Cheng Yunchuan, who was about to participate in the trial of heaven and man for the first time, seemed a little nervous, was restless in his room, cultivated his energy, and kept his condition.

In the room.

Cheng Yuan sat cross-legged, held the True Source Stone in his hand, closed his eyes and practiced, and the true source of the heavenly being in his body was circulating and growing.

I don't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes and a faint golden light flashed through his eyes.

"It's been three hours, and my body has reached its limit for the time being."

The true source in his body was extremely full, and his body felt a vague irritation of swelling and his energy was endless.

"You can practice the "Zhenyuan Nine Pictures" and relax."

The method of the Huntian True Source makes the true source pure and thick.

The Nine Pictures of True Sources are to improve the control of True Sources.

Just like the mortal martial arts, it is also a thousand pounds of force. Some people can only use one punch to slam it, while the master of martial arts can change the strength and every thread of force is subtle.

The strengths of the two are naturally not the same.

"The first picture of the True Source Nine Pictures is a fetal breathing diagram, which simulates the baby's innate natural fetal breathing operation. Return to the innate from acquired to innate."

According to the "Catalog of Heaven and Man" and Huo Dao, practicing the first fetal breathing map has already been considered to have a strong control over the true source.

If you want to enter the level of the Heavenly Soldier, you must practice the first fetal breathing map.

If you want to become a general, you must practice the first three fetal breathing diagrams.

"After counting this, I always feel that there is a higher level above the realm of the Heavenly General." Cheng Yuan subconsciously guessed.

He shook his head, put aside his distracting thoughts, and began to practice seriously.
Chapter completed!