Chapter 159 Aunt Huai
With his back turned to the source of the malice, An Jing not only did not stop, but continued walking smoothly.
Malice. In recent days, he has indeed felt a lot.
Ever since An Jing practiced Qingjing Sword Observation and opened his spiritual roots, his perception has been particularly keen. And after he just comprehended the true meaning of Taibai Haoling's Divine Forbidden Spirit, his soul has become stronger and clearer.
An Jing knew very well how annoying a wealthy kid from the Chenli countryside was, who spent money lavishly and spoke rather dandyly.
Those who hate the rich, those who discriminate against regions, those who exclude rural people from other places, those who look down on dandies...
In addition, there are some more subtle malicious intentions,
For example, An Jing bought a lot of things in the store next door, but only bought a few small items in his own store; for example, An Jing was obviously just a country boy, but he had good taste, but he was not fooled by his trick of exchanging the bad for the good. Cheated to...
And so on.
However, these malicious intentions are simply distasteful and will never lead to 'harm'.
But this time, the malice was to regard Anjing as a pig or dog, coldly estimating the value, thinking about how much it could be sold for, or treating Anjing as a human ticket, thinking about how much money could be extorted from behind.
His cold gaze was like a snake, wrapping around his body.
"Sure enough, I said that based on my performance, someone will definitely be watching."
Taking advantage of the opportunity to stop in front of a stall, pretending to be interested and wanting to buy something, An Jing turned sideways and inadvertently scanned the crowd behind him, and then zeroed in on the source of the malice.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a scarf and thin eyebrows.
He had a kind face, was wearing khaki linen clothes, and was carrying a bag of native products in his hand. He seemed to be an ordinary person who came to buy goods.
But with his enhanced eyesight, An Jing could keenly detect that the position of the opponent's hand callus was wrong. It was not made by doing farm work, but by holding a knife.
Moreover, the opponent's steps seem to be swaying, but in fact they are always stepping on the point of exertion.
When encountering an accident, he can immediately exert his strength, attack or escape.
The other party is also a ‘warrior’.
Although the level is not high, at most it is just an inner breath, and the inner breath is like a river, but I have developed some steps, and I have probably mastered the sword skills. I can blend it with my heart, and it is no longer a country skill.
That's right, if a human trafficker doesn't make the right move, and if something happens to him in an accident, wouldn't he just be waiting to be beaten to death on the spot?
"It shouldn't be from Li Zhen's pawn shop."
An Jing knew very well that if the pawn shop had to start early, there would be no way they would wait until he finished eating the spiritual items.
But, it should be related.
The shopkeeper of Li Zhen's pawnshop must have reported this news to my family, and I'm afraid that there are too many people talking about it, so he leaked the information to this group of evil people who were spying on him.
But this time, the group was just observing them.
An Jing noticed that the gaze peeping at him faded away after a while, probably just to confirm some details such as his image and residence.
However, this also means that the other party has really regarded itself as a target.
This can be regarded as the sequelae of a series of actions to quickly buy spiritual objects.
"Interesting...you are really targeting me."
Now that he felt the malice, An Jing would not react without reaction. He could be sure that the other party was definitely not from the Demon Cult, because most of the warriors from the Demon Cult practiced part of the Emperor's Heavenly Method. Their auras were very weak, and their malicious intent was very low or even non-existent. Malice.
They kill, kidnap, and traffick people without any unnecessary emotion, but as a matter of course 'God's will'. Compared with the Demon Cult, this group of people are basically laymen.
If it was An Jing before, he would probably reduce his actions at this time and not give the opponent a chance to act... But now, An Jing has just made a breakthrough and has greatly improved his strength. There is no grandmaster in Kanming City. Even if there is a hidden one, An Jing is confident Aware of the other party in advance and avoid it.
If that's the case, what else is there to fear about him?
With strength and confidence, he then dares to do what he wants to do.
"Find an opportunity in a few days and strike first."
Taking note of the aura of the middle-aged man with scattered eyebrows and narrow eyes, he walked to Anjing Zhuanzhuan Inn and thought to himself: "We can also see what these people are planning to do in Kanming City."
But An Jing did not expect that the people who targeted him were unusually bold.
Before he could find a chance to take advantage of him, the next morning, while An Jing was still buying breakfast, these people attacked him directly.
As a transportation hub for all parties, Kanming City’s food styles are mixed and unique, and there are various choices for breakfast.
Common ones include all kinds of pasta, wontons, grilled cold noodles, pancakes, sliced soup, chopped green onion noodles, and more sophisticated pastries such as sugar cakes, steamed rice cakes, and multigrain cakes, served with soy milk and plum juice.
An Jing is a person who is willing to look for food. If he can, he will not deal with it.
Yesterday, An Jing spent the whole day digesting in the inn, getting familiar with his advanced physical fitness, and constantly transporting his inner breath so that he could control his inner breath to the smallest detail.
The transfer was completed and it was already the next morning. An Jing, who had not had any water all day long, thought about it and decided to go out to look for food.
After all, he prefers some soup noodles or pancakes to the pastries provided by the inn.
"The old wontons I had last time tasted good, but let's get a new one today."
With a happy mood, Anjing walked in the streets and alleys, looking for his favorite restaurant.
Not long after, he came to a tea shop and observed its salty milk tea with great interest.
This salty milk tea is something that has been passed down from the Chenli area. It uses quite ordinary tea bricks and mixes it with salt milk.
To be honest, it feels quite good. For breakfast, it should be similar to salty soy milk.
"Brother, are you planning to buy this? People in Dachen will be a little bit uncomfortable drinking this."
Behind the tea shop, an old voice sounded, and an old lady slowly walked out of the shadows and stood behind the tea lady who was making tea.
"Huh? I do want to try."
And An Jing raised his head, looked at the old lady who should be the tea shop owner, and asked curiously: "But aunt, why do you think I am from Dachen?"
Today An Jing is still dressed like a Chenli person. He thinks to himself that both his accent and his clothes are perfect. He is a purebred Chenli person no matter what. Even Manager Li and Shopkeeper Li Zhen didn't notice it. Why are he here? An old lady has broken her power here?
"Aunt Huai..."
When the tea maker saw the old lady, he stood up in surprise: "Why are you out? The sun is shining today..."
"I'm fine. Although I can't get any sunlight, I can still walk around inside the house."
The old lady who was called Mrs. Huai had gray hair and kind eyes. Her skin was a bit frighteningly white, probably due to some skin-related reasons that were not visible to the public.
Aunt Huai looked at An Jing and said something wrong: "I was in the store just now. I didn't see clearly, so I just wanted to remind my brother, don't blame me."
(End of chapter)