Chapter 27 Warrior

Fang Zhixing had already made plans for this, and responded, "Let's collect intelligence first. We know too little about this world."

"Well, plan before you act!"

Xigou obviously thought so too.

He hoped in his heart that this world was a world of cultivating immortals.

If that happens, he will have the opportunity to transform into a human one day in the future and become a man again! "Transformation..."

The little dog couldn't help but think that being a dog also requires having dreams.

After breakfast, the man and the dog walked out of the inn and strolled on the street.

Soon, he saw several stalls on the corner of the street selling breakfast, including steamed buns, dumplings, soy milk, and porridge, but no fried dough sticks and tofu pudding.

Fang Zhixing moved closer and heard the diners' discussions.

"Alas, before, three steamed buns were sold for one big dollar, but now one steamed bun can be bought for three big dollars."

"Food is getting more and more expensive. I'm running out of food at home and can't afford to buy more!"

"I have already reminded you to quickly stock up on food and medicine. These things are hard currency right now."

…

As I was listening, a scream suddenly came from the distance.

Everyone turned to look.

I saw five or six people beating and kicking a refugee who looked like a beggar on the street.

"Brother, spare me, I'm so hungry, I didn't steal anything, this half steamed bun fell on the ground, I picked it up..."

The refugee fell to the ground, clutching half a steamed bun tightly in his hand, wailing for mercy.

It makes no difference.

In a short while, the refugee was beaten to a pulp and died on the spot. He was carried and thrown into the river to feed the fish.

"Alas, another thief, he deserves to be beaten to death!"

One diner was so used to this that instead of having any sympathy, he felt happy about it.

"All the refugees from Gouqi are running to our place."

Another diner was full of resentment. "These refugees came to our place, begging for food everywhere, pooping and pissing all over the street. It's disgusting!"

"Humph, they should all be killed!" someone echoed.

An old man stroked his beard and said seriously: "We must ask the village head to drive these refugees away quickly."

Li Zheng is an official title, equivalent to a town mayor or a township head.

The head of Xiaoqinghe Town should be the highest-ranking local official here.

Fang Zhixing heard this and felt mixed emotions.

The thin dog transmitted the message: "Listen, no one sympathizes with the refugees."

Fang Zhixing sneered, "You have studied history, right? Isn't that what ancient society was like? Don't use modern people's 'three perspectives' to observe and understand the world. Most people are actually ignorant."

The little dog couldn't deny this.

Even in times of peace and prosperity, there are thieves and prostitutes, let alone in times of famine?

At this time, he noticed a man, a middle-aged man with a very strong build, a bald head, a big beard, over 1.85 meters tall, with well-developed muscles, and a face that resembled Lu Zhishen.

After dumping the body, the people who had participated in the beating gathered around the bald man, nodding and bowing one by one, like younger brothers paying homage to a gangster boss.

Xigou immediately transmitted a message: "That guy should be a local tyrant."

Fang Zhixing also noticed the bald man.

Without him asking, people nearby started whispering and talking.

"Be careful, that's Master Chen!"

"The Chen family is the richest family in our Xiaoqinghe market town. They are extremely wealthy. The head of the family, Mr. Chen, is resourceful and good at business and financial management. His son, Mr. Chen, is highly skilled in martial arts. I heard that he is a formal disciple of the Black Tiger Sect."

"Yes, that's right. Uncle Chen has been trained by the leader of the Black Tiger Sect for many years and has great strength. I have personally seen him uproot a weeping willow tree and kill a cow with one punch."

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"Practice martial arts!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Fang Zhixing and Xigou looked at each other.

The thin dog was a little flustered, and said with wide eyes: "No way, is this a world where martial arts flourish?"

Fang Zhixing was silent for a moment, then turned and walked towards a middle-aged man who was sitting on the steps smoking a pipe, and said with a smile, "Uncle, can I ask you something?"

The middle-aged man exhaled a puff of smoke, took a look at Fang Zhixing, and saw that Fang Zhixing was dressed in tattered clothes, had disheveled hair, and had a bit of the crude smell of a country bumpkin. Immediately, an undisguised look of disgust and contempt appeared on his face.

He was smoking by himself, as if he didn't hear Fang Zhixing's words and didn't care to pay any attention.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing was annoyed, but he still kept smiling and took out a large sum of money from his pocket and handed it over.

"Uncle, I just want to ask you a question. It won't take you too long." Fang Zhixing said sincerely.

As soon as the middle-aged uncle saw the Tongbao, he reached out and took it, put it in his arms, and responded coldly: "Ask."

Fang Zhixing asked, "Have you ever heard of immortals?"

"Who?"

The middle-aged man looked confused, "Xian people? You mean the 'Xian people' in the north?"

Upon seeing this, Fang Zhixing quickly changed the question: "Who is the most powerful type of person you know?"

The middle-aged man replied: "Of course it is the 'celestial beings', they are high above and can do anything."

"Heavenly being?!"

Fang Zhixing and Xigou's minds flashed, and they felt that the so-called celestial beings might be immortals, just with different ways of describing them.

He then asked, "Is the celestial being a very high state that can be achieved through practice?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

The middle-aged uncle became more and more impatient, "The gods are all born powerful, there is no such thing as practicing or not practicing."

After saying this, he stood up, ignored Fang Zhixing, and walked away on his own.

(End of this chapter)