As soon as he spoke, the people all looked over.

Of course, Zhang Chu would not be frightened, and he still looked at the young man with a smile.

At the right time, Liu came back after drinking the horse, and quietly put Piaoxue on the table when he saw this.

In an instant, all the eyes that looked at Zhang Chu were withdrawn.

When ordinary people see Piaoxue, they know that Zhang Chu is also a martial arts practitioner and know that he can't afford to offend him.

People in the world cannot see through Zhang Chu's realm, but they can roughly sense Liu's realm, and they also know that they can't afford to offend him.

The young man in that room heard Zhang Chu's voice and looked at him, curled his lips angrily, "Who are you calling me? You are not a few years older than me!"

Zhang Chu was stunned for a while before suddenly reacting.

yes!

"Even if I have been a human being for two lifetimes, I should be nowhere to be old!"

"Why do you think you are a little guy when you see a 16 or 17-year-old boy now?"

Zhang Chu fell into a self-doubt of suddenly getting older, and the same feeling was the same as the first time a teenager called him uncle by a child.

Seeing this, Liu, who was standing beside him, thought that his elder brother was choked by the young man. He held his smile and gave a thumbs up at the young man over there: Awesome, even the leader of the martial arts world in Xuanbeizhou, you dare to do it.

choke!

What is the leader of the martial arts world?

As long as Zhang Chu is not annoyed, he can control every martial arts practitioner in Xuanbeizhou!

Of course, power and obligations are always complementary.

Usually, people in Xuanbeizhou are left to Zhang Chu to take care of them, but when the sky falls, he, the tall one, has to go up to him.

For example, experts from other states came to Xuanbei Prefecture to start a massacre!

For example, Xuanbei Prefecture suddenly attacked Xuanbei Jianghu!

Zhang Chu quickly came to his senses and shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

He already understood that too much suffering and too much fighting have consumed too much of his energy.

So although his body is still very young, Zhang Chu's soul is already very old.

The young man in that room quickly chopped off the firewood piled up on the roadside and asked with a smile: "Old man, is there any more? I'll chop you for one time so that you won't be busy any longer."

The hunchbacked old man waved his hand in a hurry: "No more, please sit down, my husband, my husband, take out the mung bean cake that I took back from my son and try it."

The young man even put the knife into the sheath, waved his hand with a smile, "No need, old man, it's just a good deal, it's not troublesome."

Seeing this, Zhang Chu invited loudly: "Little brother, if you don't dislike it, come and have a little hot tea."

At the right time, Hongyun came out with a pot of tea and two dishes of steamed buns.

Seeing this, the young man came over generously.

Zhang Chu pulled out a bench with his own hands and asked him to sit down.

"How old are you brother this year?"

Zhang Chu used chopsticks to raise a steamed bun and handed it to him, and also raised one by himself and ate it slowly.

He is not a person who likes to make friends.

Because when you make friends, you usually find that most people are not worth making.

A close friend and close friend is already very lucky if you have three or two.

But he admired this young man very much.

Because the young man has an extremely rare innocent aura.

A child is not childish.

Don't understand what childishness is.

And the child is still willing to believe and love after he understands it.

Zhang Chu himself doesn't have it.

He is the kind of person who tripped over a stone and saw it again the next time he either bypassed it or kicked it.

So after he was polluted by the large dye vat of Jianghu, he became more sinister and more cruel than other people in Jianghu!

The only difference is that those incompetent people who are not allowed to play the role of the incompetent people will only play some sinister tricks when they act ruthlessly.

Zhang Chu was ruthless and ignored everything. If the sky was visible, he would dare to poke a hole in the sky!

In fact, after the battle of Daxue Mountain, many people in the world have privately called him the Demon Head and the Peking League as the Demon Cult.

Zhang Chu heard about it.

He doesn't care.

The young man took the steamed bun handed over by Zhang Chu, thanked him, and fed it directly to his mouth and ate it. He was not as persecuted as the old man who was away from home and even wanted to use a silver needle to test the poison.

Paranoid syndrome.

However, although Zhang Chu also felt that his attitude was not cautious, the smile on his face still couldn't help but soften.

"I'm sixteen... no, in three months, it's seventeen!"

Zhang Chu nodded and said, "It's exactly the age of Fenghua... I came out alone to explore the world, and no one was sent to the family to follow me?"

The young man shook his head: "My father said, I am already an adult. Not only should I learn to take care of myself, but I also learn to take care of others."

Zhang Chu thought for a while and said, "Your father is a good person."

"No!"

The young man grinned with big white teeth and smiled proudly: "In our village, no one would say he was good when I mentioned my father!"

Zhang Chu smiled, almost knowing the kid's origin in his heart.

He looked at the long sword around his waist and said, "By the way, I just saw that your sword was simple and extraordinary. Is it your family's treasure sword?"

The young man slapped the scabbard and said in surprise: "What a good eye, this knife is my family's treasure sword."

Zhang Chu: "Can you show me?"

The young man casually untied the long knife on his waist and slapped it on the table, and said generously: "Take it!"

Zhang Chu smiled, picked up the long knife, gently lifted the knife frame with his thumb, and only a "kneel" sound of the knife was heard, and the long knife flew out like lightning.

He poked out his hand and grabbed the handle of the knife accurately, held the knife in front of him, and slowly stroked his two fingers across the blade.

The blade was slightly cool, and there was no gap when it had just been cut through the firewood blade.

"Good knife, good knife!"

Zhang Chu praised that when this knife reached its peak, it should be comparable to Piaoxue.

Unfortunately, now, like Jingyun, the sword is old and there is only a hard and sharp body left. For the lower third-grade warrior, it may be a magic weapon that cuts iron like mud, but it is a great hero for the Qihai

Yan, there is no difference between it and the geese-feather sword sold for ten taels of silver in the blacksmith shop.

He even put the knife in the sheath and handed it back to the young man: "It's better to use it to travel around the world with such a good knife. Don't use it to chop firewood, it's too wrong."

The young man was a little confused: "Aren't I just walking around the world?"

Zhang Chu laughed and said, "You call chopping firewood? "

As soon as he said that, he was suddenly stunned.

The young man just helped the old man chop firewood, is he considered walking in the world?

Isn't it considered a world of wandering?

Zhang Chu seemed to have caught something, but he seemed to have not caught it.

"Anyway, when my father sent me out, he told me: The world is at my feet..."

Zhang Chu was silent. Two completely different thoughts collided violently in his mind, and the sparks generated kept impacting his three views.

After experiencing so many things, his views have long been as solid as rocks.

But at this moment, in the collision of the two ideas, his three views were in a tendency to be unbearable.

The world is not about swords and swords, bloody storms, are you planning to do something about me and I will use you?

Isn’t the world of the human heart a ghost domain?

Isn't it?

Is this always right?

...

It was not until the young man ate the last steamed bun on the table that Zhang Chu finally came to his senses.

"belch."

The young man burped and stroked his belly embarrassedly and said, "I've eaten a little more..."
To be continued...