Chapter 877: I'm Really Not a Beggar!

【Urban film and television completed, memory begins to be sealed!】

【Commission task completed: "Middle Age" successful】

【Task reward: Martial Skill: Dragon Claw Hand!】

【Task re-released, "The World's Number One"!】

【Martial arts film and television begins playing!】

Tongfu Inn, Qixia Town.

Under the hidden tree branches, a teenager who looked like a beggar slowly woke up.

When he opened his bright eyes, he couldn't help but rub his head and say, "Where the f*** did this bring me to? Is this still the country?"

Looking around, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but feel dizzy. 【877

However, just as he noticed his body felt somewhat weak, he heard a rumble from his stomach.

Looking at his own skin-and-bones arms and his pants that were nearly falling off, he suddenly understood one thing: he had returned to his old profession.

【Name: Zhang Cheng】

【Gender: Male】

【Physique: 16】

【Agility: 16】

【Adult Attribute: Limit is 5】

【Talent: Diligence Can Make Up for Lack of Talent!】

【Superpower: Storage Space, Emperor's Currency, Strength to Uproot Mountains, Battle Situation, True Words, Counterattack!】

【Gift: Conqueror of Alien Races!】

【Hundred Beast Traits: Serpent's Senses, Lord of Blood!】

【Skills Mastered: Firearms (Proficient), Culinary Arts (Mastered)】

【Martial Arts: Traditional Martial Arts (Master), Head of All Arts (Master), Dragon Claw Hand (Master)】

Under the eaves by the street, a broken bowl was placed on the ground; its owner was strikingly a youth of about fourteen.

Passing by, a long-bearded man wearing a Daoist robe couldn't help but stop and say: "Young man, I see you have an imposing appearance and extraordinary aptitude. Are you interested in practicing martial arts?"

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Tapping the bowl, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise his head, staring at the other person with a speechless expression.

"Oh, I understand!"

Dropping two copper coins, the Daoist smiled and said: "This poor Daoist is named Wang Chongyang. If you have any thoughts, you may come to Mount Zhongnan to seek me out!!"

Having said this, the man disappeared into the crowd step by step.

Looking at the two copper coins in the bowl, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but chuckle: "Damn it, he's Wang Chongyang? Then I must be Linghu Chong!"

However, just as he finished this sentence, Zhang Cheng stood up abruptly and said: "Holy crap, Wang Chongyang? This isn't right!"

Looking back at the Tongfu Inn behind him, Zhang Cheng was stunned on the spot.

Because how could Tongfu Inn be connected to The Legend of the Condor Heroes? Had he gone crazy?

"Little Zhang, Little Zhang, how about it? Did you open for business today?"

Cracking melon seeds as he came out, Bai Zhantang teased him with a face full of smiles.

Looking at Bai Zhantang beside him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but ask: "Little Er Bai, where is Mount Zhongnan?"

"Mount Zhongnan? Why do you want to go to Mount Zhongnan?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng curiously, Bai Zhantang couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"I'm going to find Wang Chongyang to become his apprentice!"

Looking at Bai Zhantang seriously, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say.

"You? Seeking Wang Chongyang to be your master? Are you not confused? It's at least a thousand miles from here to Mount Zhongnan; can you even walk out of Qixia Town?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Bai Zhantang couldn't help but tease him, glancing at the two copper coins in his bowl while he was at it.

"I can't walk out!"

Sitting cross-legged, Zhang Cheng continued to tap the bowl.

Because even if Wang Chongyang wanted to take him as an apprentice, he couldn't become a Quanzhen disciple.

After all, the Quanzhen Sect emphasizes cultivating truth and nurturing nature, pursuing quietude and non-action, believing that only by removing emotions and desires, and recognizing one's heart to see one's nature, can one return to simplicity.

Therefore, in the Quanzhen Sect, marriage is impossible—it's impossible for this entire lifetime!

And for Zhang Mou, walking the Jianghu without being able to find a partner—what difference is there from being a monk?

"You, you should just keep being a beggar; this is a very promising industry!"

Patting Zhang Cheng's shoulder, Bai Zhantang took out some melon seeds and said: "Want some?"

"I thank you so much!"

Hearing Bai Zhantang say this, Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes, speechless.

Because on the second day after he arrived, he had already seen Tongfu Inn, so he subconsciously thought this was the Ming Dynasty. But he didn't expect that while going to work as usual today, he would actually meet Wang Chongyang—it was truly absurd!

However, Zhang Cheng didn't ask Bai Zhantang about Jianghu matters; after all, that would be too much of a challenge to a thief's way of thinking!

Although Bai Zhantang's title of "Saint of Thieves" was achieved through various coincidences, Bai Zhantang wasn't very bold. If you asked him proactively, he would definitely feel there was something wrong with you!

"Is it still two steamed buns as usual today?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Bai Zhantang picked up the copper coins in the bowl and couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, same as always!"

Speaking to Bai Zhantang, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but rub his neck.

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Bai Zhantang said: "You doing this every day isn't a solution. In my opinion, when Grandmother Sun was recruiting servants, you should have gone. Then, this brother would be counting on you to get rich!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng happily, Bai Zhantang knew clearly that when Grandmother Sun passed by and saw Zhang Cheng, she was struck by his appearance and wanted to grab him back to be a servant.

But who would have thought Zhang Cheng would run into Tongfu Inn and refuse to come out even if it killed him? There was no other way; Tong Xiangyu could only let Bai Zhantang come out to resolve the matter.

And ever since then, whenever Bai Zhantang met Zhang Cheng, he would always use this incident to tease him.

Looking at Bai Zhantang beside him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say: "I'm not a beggar; I'm just at work. Also, I sell my skills, not my body!"

"Then your way of working is truly simple!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, whose only valuable possession was a broken bowl, Bai Zhantang couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

He was squatting by the roadside begging, yet he stubbornly insisted he wasn't a beggar; Bai Zhantang was speechless.

Watching Bai Zhantang leave, Zhang Cheng clenched his fists and said: "If the transmission hadn't finished, would I be begging here? I would have already become the Lime Martial Saint, damn it!"

"Xiangyu, bring two steamed buns!"

Returning inside Tongfu Inn, Bai Zhantang said with a face full of smiles.

"Old Bai, did you go to Zhang Cheng's place again?"

Looking at Bai Zhantang with a smile, Tong Xiangyu couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah!"

Stepping forward to slap the copper coins on the table, Bai Zhantang turned back and shouted: "Dazui, Dazui, bring two steamed buns!"

"Coming!"

Holding two steaming hot buns, Li Dazui came out and handed them to Bai Zhantang.

Not long after, when Bai Zhantang returned with the buns, he saw Zhang Cheng sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a tree branch and doing who knows what.

"What are you doing?"

Questioning Zhang Cheng, Bai Zhantang asked.

"Recording the wealthy households in the city so I can rob them later!"

Explaining to Bai Zhantang, Zhang Cheng gave a thumbs up with a smile.

Twitching his mouth as he looked at Zhang Cheng, Bai Zhantang immediately asked in confusion: "This, isn't this not very good?"

"Hmm?"

Looking at Bai Zhantang suspiciously, Zhang Cheng didn't understand how such a sentence could come out of his mouth.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Bai Zhantang couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Nothing, I just feel that what you say is truly absurd!"

Looking at the "Saint of Thieves" before him, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but feel regretful. If he had the other man's lightness skill, wouldn't he be able to, hehehe!

Although he said that, Zhang Cheng had no intention of being a flower-picking thief, because that sort of thing is immoral—the kind that is deeply immoral. Wouldn't it be better to have money and go to a brothel to listen to music?

Everyone together enjoying the flowers, the moon, and Autumn Fragrance!

"By the way, Grand Tutor Hua's mansion is recruiting servants; are you going or not?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Bai Zhantang asked subconsciously.

"Hmm?"

Looking at Bai Zhantang with a suspicious face, Zhang Cheng was shocked, his face filled with the words: Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing!

(End of chapter)