The cold wind blew, and it kept passing through the window, making waves of howling wind sounds.

In the small wine shop, the fire burned, which was extremely warm.

But at this time, the store owner could not feel any heat in his heart. Only the cold feeling flowed through his heart, as if a sharp knife was stabbing straight into his chest, extremely terrifying.

All of this is because of the man sitting in this store.

The man had half-black and half-year-old hair, and his old face had clear traces of time. His fingers holding chopsticks tightly were like an old tree root, and were vigorous and powerful.

He looked at least in his sixties, with his hair all over his head, as if he was a bird's nest.

A huge snoring sound came from the man's mouth, like thunder resounding across the world. The deafening snoring sound was really uncomfortable to hear.

But no one dared to say anything dissatisfied from his mouth.

Because, just now, they clearly saw that there were two tall and fat men who could not bear the man's snoring, so they held a big knife and slashed at the man.

And these two big men were already lying on the snow outside and had already frozen into popsicles.

Their internal organs were broken, and their bones and flesh were almost photographed as one. If the weather outside was not cold enough, they would have turned into a ball of mud, piled on the ground, rotting little by little!

No one saw clearly how the man took action.

No one can even see this man has opened his eyes!

He always slept with his head away, his voice noisy and sloppy, just like an ordinary beggar...

"God, let this old man leave quickly." The shopkeeper prayed silently in his heart, and tears almost flashed from his eyes.

Now this weather is one of his few good opportunities to do business.

But when this old man stays here, not to mention selling wine, he can't feel at ease even if he sits here safely!

Wow!

The new door curtain that I just put on was lifted up by someone, and then a tall and not stunning monk suddenly walked into the wine shop.

"Customer, what do you need to order?" The store owner didn't dare to let the person come and spoke loudly. He immediately walked forward and asked in a low voice with a shy face.

It's a pity that he is a brother to the city defense officer. This is the first time in history that he has dealt with so many people with such a humble attitude!

Zhang Chen smiled and nodded to the shop. "Just a pot of rice wine, give me two pounds of beef... and send it all to that person's table, it's fine."

He stretched out his finger and pointed at the man who was sleeping loudly not far away.

The store's face changed instantly, "Customer, look, I still have free seats here. Do you want to change to a cleaner table and chair?"

"No, that place is good." Zhang Chen said.

What a f*ck!

The store owner immediately started to curse.

The place where the man stayed was close to the corner of the wine shop. The wooden walls had many gaps. They were originally used as piles of miscellaneous items. They could be said to be dirty and cold. If that place was a good place, would he still need to open the wine shop?

But how could Zhang Chen pay attention to the feelings of this store?

He waved his hand and smashed a heavy piece of silver, "Don't look for it anymore, get something for me."

As he said that, he walked leisurely to the man, stretched out his feet and gently hooked him, lifted a bench, and did it all over.

Everyone in the store lifted their ears.

They didn't dare to look at the man, but they were quite curious about when Zhang Chen would be slapped out by this man.

But to their surprise, the man did not take action.

The snoring was still the same, and the store approached carefully and placed the rice wine and beef in the plate on the table.

Seeing the man without reaction, the store owner finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to speak to Zhang Chen, but suddenly a black shadow flashed.

The man actually opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed the beef on the table and stuffed it into his mouth!

The action was so fast that before the store could react, the two pounds of beef had already been reduced by half, and the rice wine disappeared completely, leaving only the empty wine pot!

The store owner was in tears. Seeing Zhang Chen waved his hand at him indifferently, he immediately fled away with relief.

"Since you're hungry, why don't you want to eat with this restaurant?" Zhang Chen asked with a smile at the man.

"No money!" The man grabbed the remaining beef and "Give me a pot of wine."

Zhang Chen gave an order to the store owner, and then asked, "What? Does Mr. Ouyang also need to spend money to eat?"

"The beggars don't spend money!" Ouyang Feng said to Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen curled his lips and thought to himself that the robbers don’t spend money either.

I haven't delved into this issue for too long.

Zhang Chen turned to a smile and asked, "But I don't know if Mr. Ouyang's magical skills have been greatly improved?"

"Bad magical skills!" Ouyang Feng snorted coldly, but a look of pride flashed in his eyes. "I am now in chaos, so how can I achieve the magical skills?"

Zhang Chen knew at a glance that this guy was fooling him.

Ouyang Feng’s seven tendons and eight veins were indeed in chaos at this time.

But he has the Nine Yin Scriptures for Retrogression and Evil-Repelling Sword Notes as a reference. His internal strength is already unique in the world, and his strange martial arts are even more invincible in the world!

However, Zhang Chen knew that as an old man in the world, it was normal for Ouyang Feng to be so vigilant about himself, a stranger.

"Mr. Ouyang forgot who gave you such guidance on Mount Hua, which made your martial arts so much?" Zhang Chen smiled, "It's not good to be so unfamiliar."

Ouyang Feng stopped and said, "So it's you!"

He was stunned at first, and then his eyes were filled with a look, "Hehe. I'm afraid that little girl Huang Rong will make you quite happy, right?"

"Damn!" Zhang Chen cursed in his heart, "How many people were watching me back then!"

But this guy's face is as thick as ever.

Looking at Ouyang Feng without changing his face, Zhang Chen said, "Mr. Ouyang, I wonder how likely you are to face Guo Jing?"

"Tenths!" Ouyang Feng snorted coldly.

The sound was a little lacking in energy, and it was obvious that Ouyang Feng knew how much he had.

"You don't need to brag with me," Zhang Chen said, "I found you just to tell you something. Your godson has unlimited potential. If you train a little, I'm afraid he can destroy Guo Jing with one move!"

Ouyang Feng frowned slightly.

The retrograde internal force still had a significant impact on his mind. He accepted Yang Guo as his son. It was also something he did when his head was confused.

Although it may not be true, Ouyang Feng thought about the scene where Yang Guo was accompanying him in those few days.

"He has been missing for many years. Do you know where he is?" Ouyang Feng asked.

Zhang Chen then told Yang Guo about the whereabouts.

Ouyang Feng silently remembered it in his heart, looking at Zhang Chen who was about to stand up. He asked, "Why did you do this? Then Guo Jing's family has a grudge against you?"

"No, of course there is no grudge." Zhang Chen smiled, "The reason for doing this is just because I am a more personalized person."

"What?"

"I mean, I prefer to build personal joy on other people's entanglement and depression. Well, this should be considered a personality, right?"

...

A few days later, in Xiangyang City.

The sound of irons thundering was everywhere in my ears.

The opening of the New World has caused most of the blacksmith shops in the Song Dynasty to lose any business.

But it was a cheaper one. Every time he called the blacksmith to help cast weapons, it was always very smooth.

Since Zhang Chen fought more than ten days ago, it has begun to spread that Mongolia was about to attack the Song Dynasty.

This is undoubtedly a huge bad news for the loyal and patriotic Guo Jing.

So, Guo Jing, who had been hiding in Peach Blossom Island for many years and didn't even know what the New World was, hurried back to Xiangyang City.

He originally planned to join forces with the Xiangyang City officialdom to resist Mongolia, but he did not expect that a group of officers and soldiers had already had a large family business in the New World. At this time, he saw this young man coming to take over, so he happily handed out of Xiangyang City, and he ran to the New World.

As a result, although Xiangyang City was still nominally the territory of the Song Dynasty, it actually belonged to him, Guo Jing.

In Guo Jing's mansion.

A group of Beggars' Gang disciples were gathering together, watching Guo Jing, chattering and arguing.

"How can we resist the attack of the Mongolian army? The millions of church members of the Beggars' Gang are distributed among the worlds and cannot gather. Moreover, even if they gather, where can we fight?"

"How can you talk nonsense like this! Although the disciples of the Beggar Gang cannot fight, we are all loyal and righteous people. Are we going to retreat just because we can't fight?"

"Zhongyi? There is a bird for Zhongyi! The group of officers and soldiers also said that they were Zhongyi, but they didn't know where they went now! We were beggars, who were so sad that they defended the city for these bastards. How to defend? Use the dog-beating stick to guard it? Humph, the disciples of the Beggars' Gang are Zhongyi, but we are not idiots. We won't do anything to die!"

"The leader of the gang and Guo Daxia have already sent out the invitation letter for the martial arts conference. If you want to gather fellow martial arts, our Beggars' Sect will naturally play an example. What is your situation now? You are an old bastard, don't lose the face of the Beggars' Sect!"

Guo Jing looked at everyone quarreling with a bitter look.

He was no longer the young boy he had back then, but looking at the situation at this moment, his mind was still blank.

There was no way, he sent a disciple of the Beggar Gang to Mongolia to send a message back and talked about the situation of the Mongolian army at this time, which immediately scared Guo Jing.

He witnessed the combat power of the Mongols with his own eyes and naturally knew how powerful the army was in the attack.

But the news sent back by the disciple told him that the number of the Mongolian army was as many as tens of millions!

What kind of battle he can do with such a number!

"Oh..." sighed a long time ago, Guo Jing raised his head and gently patted the coffee table beside him, "Everyone..."

Before he finished speaking, a burst of laughter suddenly came into the room.

"Why do you have to worry? It's not easy to not accept the attack of this Mongolian army?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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