Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 1279 - 30 Drawing Lots!
Zhang Guan Zhu is dead!
How many Zhang Guan Zhu are there on Martial Arts Street?
Just one.
Zhang Ming, Zhang Guan Zhu.
Specialized in Crane Fist, agile, with a punch like a crane's call, that's Zhang Guan Zhu.
Zhang Ming, originally wasn't called Zhang Ming.
The reason he changed his name to Zhang Ming.
Is precisely because he could punch like a crane's call, not only could one punch break five bricks, but the crane call in his punch wind would disrupt people's state of mind, making them weary of defending.
Once, Zhang Ming held a record of one versus twenty people.
In the end, he was lightly injured.
Half of the twenty people were dead or injured.
It can be said that Zhang Ming's martial arts school was built with his fists and feet.
In fact, the schools on Martial Arts Street were all established this way.
Without real skill, it's simply impossible to set up a school on Martial Arts Street.
Yet, such a Zhang Ming is dead.
Died in his own bedroom.
Beheaded with one strike.
Wow!
Like a wave, people coming to Martial Arts Street to see the commotion suddenly erupted.
They widened their eyes looking at Zhang's Martial Arts School.
Watching the constables coming in and out.
Seeing the panic-stricken members of Zhang's Martial Arts School.
Then, they whispered to each other.
"Was it encountered by the Great Thief?"
"No, although the Great Thief means are vicious, it is also for money, and compared to Zhang Guan Zhu, there are many rich families in 'Mountain City' that are easier targets."
"Then what is it?"
"Vengeance!"
"Only vengeance would directly target the victim and kill with one blow."
...
The discussions in the crowd rose and fell.
While in the crowd, Li and Zhao, the two Guan Zhu, were looking at each other.
Zhang Ming is dead!
Dead after having just dined with them yesterday, drinking tea.
And beheaded with one strike.
"This?!"
The two Guan Zhu Li and Zhao looked at each other, although they did not voice what was in their hearts, they both knew they were thinking the same thing.
Mu Bai!
It's definitely related to Mu Bai!
This is not based on any evidence.
Just purely intuition.
Intuition as martial artists.
Also, the experience accumulated from roaming the Jianghu told them.
"Brother Zhao, what should we do?" freēwēbηovel.c૦m
The tall and thin Guan Zhu Li asked softly.
"Can't afford to provoke."
Guan Zhu Zhao seemed to answer irrelevantly, but the meaning was obvious enough.
The two stood there silently in perfect harmony, quietly saying no more.
Just like everyone around them, they found it hard to accept the reality.
After all, they didn't want to die yet.
Zhang Ming was beheaded.
What about them?
With strength on par with Zhang Ming, if they got involved, they would likely meet the same fate.
So, standing here as an onlooker would be best.
The older they got in the Jianghu, the more timid they became.
Perhaps their methods were more stable, their strategies more familiar.
But this maturity came at the cost of losing 'courage'.
The fearless 'courage' to move forward.
Therefore, martial arts should be practiced young, not only because of better physical capabilities but also because of 'courage'.
"Guan Zhu, Zhang Ming that guy is dead!"
Dou Bao walked out of the martial arts school with a look of surprise, then quickly snorted with satisfaction, her lips pouting because of the snort, looking somewhat cute, like goji berries placed on steamed eggs for breakfast.
"That guy has always been making things difficult for us."
"And when I first came to Mountain City, he even wanted to take me into his house as a concubine."
"If it weren't for Guan Zhu, I don't know what I would have done..."
Dou Bao spoke impulsively and almost slipped up, but she tactfully recovered, seeing Jason looking straight ahead, seemingly not noticing the slip, she let out a slight sigh of relief inwardly.
And continued to say.
"Speaking of which, the reason you opened the school on Martial Arts Street was also because of this guy's repeated provocations."
"At first, this guy lost to you, Guan Zhu, then, petty unacceptance led to him trying to rally the entire Martial Arts Street against you, but ultimately, allowed you, Guan Zhu, to open the school."
"And he was beaten to death."
"Serves him right!"
With that, Dou Bao stuck her tongue out in the direction of Zhang's Martial Arts School.
Then, she turned her head to look at Jason continuing forward.
"Guan Zhu, aren't you going to say something to me?"
Dou Bao asked puzzled.
"What?"
Jason seemed to come back to his senses and looked down at his little cook.
"Every time I spoke like I just did, my mom would always say the dead are to be revered, and tell me not to speak like that."
Dou Bao mimicked her father's demeanor.
It was clear he was a small man's image.
"Then what happened?"
Jason continued to ask.
"Then...my mom would slap my dad's face, saying how magnanimous he was, always advising others to be magnanimous, careful lest lightning strike."
Dou Bao said with a giggle.
"Your mom makes a good point."
"Never advise magnanimity without experiencing someone else's experiences."
"Besides..."
"If someone is courting death, send them to die."
Jason nodded and expressed his thoughts.
He was already at an undying feud with the 'Transmigration Cult', knowing there was still a 'Transmigration Cult' mole on Martial Arts Street, Jason was naturally restless, and couldn't eat without killing the opponent.
However, what Jason didn't expect was, this mole suddenly had a 'Fireball Spell Staff'.
This was as clear as a searchlight in the night for Jason, who was seeking the mole.
Without any hesitation.
The Masked Man struck again.
Humming Nightless City's little tune 'Water Melody', he returned with the beheaded head.
In addition to bringing back food, he also brought back an extra option to join [Barehanded Combat]: Crane Call.
After consuming 50 points of satiation and dying 20 times, Jason mastered the extra option called [Crane Call].
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