Chapter 1333 Old Beggar

Zhang Yan and the others were traveling all the way, and wanted to rest for a while while passing by this place. After all, this was the last stop in the Zhongtian Territory. After leaving here, it would be the Eastern Chaos Territory.

Another reason is the Jianmen Pass here. When he saw the bursts of sword energy coming from the Jianmen Pass, the unrivaled Haotian Sword Intent, Zhang Yan couldn't help but stop and thought about it. Regarding the legend of Jianmen Pass, Zhang Yan was even more moved by the scene. He had a lot of emotions in his heart. He thought about how high-spirited his father was back then. He was able to kill Jianmen Pass with just one sword.

Even Zhang Yan today is not sure whether he can do it, but no matter what, Zhang Yan wants to walk through the Jianmen Pass and feel the path his father walked.

Zhang Yan and others were walking in the city, planning to find a small shop to rest and have something to eat. However, at this time, an old man on the street came towards us with a cane in one hand. He was holding a wine bottle in his hand, his clothes were in tatters, his hair was unkempt, and he smelled of alcohol. You could smell the alcohol on him from a distance, and the people around him were even more reluctant to get close to him, and they stayed away. , covering his nose, frowning and walked over quickly.

What's more, he yelled and cursed: "You old and immortal thing, you hang around here all day long. If you make me angry one day, I will teach you a lesson and break all your old bones to pieces." That’s it.”

The old man who looked like an old beggar didn't pay attention to the cold looks from the people around him, nor did he pay attention to the scoldings and comments made by others. He just drank by himself and walked staggeringly on the street. When he saw Zhang Yan While waiting for someone, the old beggar stopped in a daze, tilted his head and glanced at Zhang Yan, and murmured to himself strangely: "It looks like, it really does."

The old beggar was talking and walked forward crookedly. He was running in the direction of Zhang Yan and others. When he was about to get close to Zhang Yan and others, he lost his footing and fell forward directly. And this The direction is exactly the direction of Zhang Yan and the others.

Zhang Yan suddenly turned around, supported the old beggar who was about to fall, looked at the old beggar with a smile and said: "Old man, you still drink so much at your age? You can't even stand still. Well, it’s better to be careful.”

The old beggar grinned, showing a mouth full of yellow teeth, with one front tooth missing. He opened his slightly cloudy eyes, tilted his head and looked at Zhang Yan, and murmured to himself: "Like, it's really The more I look at it, the more it looks like.”

Zhang Yan frowned when he heard this, and looked at the old beggar strangely. This guy gave Zhang Yan a very strange feeling, and he was also talking about it in a dazed way, which made Zhang Yan confused. It’s just that the old beggar kept After looking at him and saying that he looked like me, Zhang Yan couldn't help but ask curiously: "Old senior, I wonder who you think I look like?"

The old beggar did not reply to Zhang Yan's words, but just said to himself: "It's very similar."

As he spoke, the old beggar picked up the jug and poured wine into his mouth, but after pouring twice, only a drop of wine fell into his mouth. The old beggar smacked his lips and said with some lingering meaning: "No more wine, no more wine. "

Zhang Yan saw this and said with a smile: "Old senior, don't be afraid if you run out of wine. Isn't there a restaurant here? How about I take you to drink? That's enough."

The old beggar smiled surprisingly, but his grin was uglier than crying. The old beggar only said: "Let's go," and then walked crookedly towards the restaurant nearby, almost almost He stumbled over a protruding stone on the road again. If he hadn't been holding up the crutches in his hands, he would probably have died.

Zhang Yan couldn't help but shook his head when he saw this, and followed him immediately. Dao Chen and others didn't say much. They just thought that Zhang Yan was overflowing with sympathy and invited him to drink because he felt sorry for the beggar.

Hu Meier and Qin Shiyan were amused by the old beggar's antics. They covered their mouths and started laughing.

The old beggar seemed to be in a hurry to drink, and walked into the restaurant before Zhang Yan and the others. However, as soon as he took a step forward, he heard someone inside shouting impatiently: "Why are you here again? Didn't I give it to you three days ago?" Are you drunk? You can't always come to my place, right? We still have business to do, so get out."

A young waiter pushed the old beggar out, but Zhang Yan stepped forward and said with a smile: "I invited him here to drink this time. You just serve him the wine, and I will pay for it." ”

The waiter was stunned when he heard this, then looked at Zhang Yan and said: "This old man, this old guy has lived in our city for many years. He has always had this kind of behavior. He always comes to our place to drink secretly. Later I saw But I always give him the leftover wine for some guests, but this restaurant doesn’t belong to me, and I don’t mean what I said, and I can’t help it, so don’t be offended.”

Zhang Yan knew that the waiter was afraid that he would blame him, so he couldn't help but smile and said: "It doesn't matter, hurry up and serve up all the good wine and food here. This is the spiritual stone."

As Zhang Yan spoke, he threw a spiritual stone to the waiter. When the waiter saw that it was a top-grade spiritual stone, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He immediately ran to the kitchen and ordered Zhang Yan and the others to serve the food quickly.

In less than a minute, the waiter came over with two large jars of wine and said with a smile: "Sir, this is the best Baihua Nong and Jade Dew wine in our store. Please try it."

Zhang Yan stretched out his hand and gave the waiter another top-quality spiritual stone, and said, "I will pay for all his drinks from now on. Is this enough?"

"Enough, of course it's enough," the waiter nodded and smiled.

The old beggar didn't care about that. When the waiter brought the wine, he stared straight at the two jars of wine. He picked up one of the jars and drank directly.

Zhang Yan and the others were not in a hurry and kept sitting there looking at the old beggar. Zhang Yan and the others also poured a glass each and looked at him while drinking. They found it quite interesting.

The old beggar drank most of the jar in one go, then put down the jar, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said loudly: "Good wine, good wine."

Zhang Yan saw that the old beggar was in a better mood, so he asked again: "Old senior, I don't know who you think I look like just now, but who do you think I look like?"

Hearing this, the old beggar looked at Zhang Yan again, shook his head and said, "They are indeed similar."

"Who do you think he looks like?" Hu Meier asked anxiously.

The old beggar said calmly: "Like the person I met here back then."

Zhang Yan was immediately shocked when he heard this. Who else in the world could look like him besides his father? In addition to the legend of Jianmen Pass, his father has indeed been here. Could it be that this old beggar has really met his father?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan asked eagerly: "I don't know who that person's name is? Where did he go? Where is he now? Do you know?"

Hearing this, the old beggar glanced at Zhang Yan, then picked up the wine jar again and took a sip of wine. He put down the wine jar and said lightly: "It's okay not to mention his name. After all, few people in Zhongtian Territory know it now." Even if he knows his name, no one dares to mention it.”

The old beggar looked a little lonely as he spoke. He sighed twice, then picked up the wine jar and drank a few big sips. Unknowingly, he finished the jar of wine. The old beggar shook the wine jar. Finding that there was no sound inside, it was indeed empty, so I couldn't help but throw it aside and focus on another jar of wine.

Just as the old beggar reached for the jar of wine, Zhang Yan suddenly said a name and said: "Zhang Haotian."

The old beggar paused with his extended hand and hung it in the air. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Yan doubtfully, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect anyone to remember his name and dare to say it in such a public place. Are you?" First."

Zhang Yan continued to ask: "Then do you know where they are and where they are going?"

The old beggar said calmly: "He is already dead."

died?

In an instant, a powerful murderous intent was released from Zhang Yan's body, but the murderous intent flashed past. Zhang Yan continued to ask: "How did he die?"

Although Zhang Yan's murderous intent disappeared in a flash, the old beggar seemed to feel it. He raised his head and glanced at Zhang Yan, and then said with a smile: "Of course he died in battle. That battle shocked the whole of Zhongtian. Domain, who doesn’t know? Why are you still asking?”

Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. No one knew about this matter, but Zhang Yan firmly believed that his father was not dead. Zhang Yan thought that the old beggar would know some other news. Now it seems that he is just too nervous. He couldn't help but smile and stopped talking.

The old beggar changed the topic and said, "But after that battle, I haven't heard that he has any descendants alive in the world. Where did you come from? What is the relationship between you and him?"

Zhang Yan's eyes immediately narrowed when he heard this, he looked at the old beggar with a smile and said, "What is the relationship between me and him? In your opinion, what is the relationship?"

"I think you look like his descendant, but I don't know how strong you are?" the old beggar said lightly.

Zhang Yan smiled and said nothing, just looking at the old beggar. If he made any move, Zhang Yan would be ready to take action. After all, his identity must not be exposed.

I saw the old beggar suddenly moved, and his figure was like a ghost, flying towards the outside, and laughing loudly and said: "Boy, come with me."

"Sure enough, he is not a mortal," Zhang Yan said, and then his figure flashed and disappeared into a phantom, chasing after the old beggar.

When Dao Chen and others saw this, they followed closely and chased Ling Yun out together. The waiter was left standing there with a stunned look on his face, rubbing his eyes and thinking, am I right? That old beggar is so skilled?