After the excitement, Xiaopang suddenly smelled a foul odor, and then he found that his body was sticky, as if he had crawled out of a mud pit. Song Zhong was a cultivator after all, so he naturally knew that this was the internal dirt excreted when he was reborn. He immediately realized that he seemed to have gained a lot of benefits when he just practiced the power, and his mood became much better.
But the dirt on his body was very uncomfortable. After Xiaopang found this, he hurriedly thought and left this space. Then he ran to the small pond not far away to take a bath. While bathing, Song Zhong found that his skin seemed to be a little rough, with a faint bronze color, similar to the color of the big bronze bell.
This made him a little depressed. He remembered that after other cultivators improved their cultivation, they would become whiter and whiter, with their skin shining with precious light, making men handsome and women beautiful. Why did his skin become rougher and rougher, and even his body seemed to have a tendency to develop horizontally?
He was fat to begin with. If this continued, he would become a fat pig, right? Looking at his chest and waist, which had become thicker, Song Zhong suddenly felt like crying but had no tears.
However, he was already on the pirate ship, so it was impossible for him to get off even if he wanted to. He could only go on with his head held high. Fortunately, this set of exercises seemed to be very good, and the most important thing was that it was suitable for him, which saved him the effort of searching for other exercises.
After taking a shower, Xiaopang put on a piece of clothes at random, and suddenly felt very hungry in his stomach, as if he had not eaten for dozens of days, which puzzled Song Zhong. Normally, he had just eaten yesterday, so he shouldn't be so hungry today. After all, people in the innate realm have greatly reduced their demand for food, and not eating for several days is not a big deal.
Although it was strange, the stomach problem still had to be solved. Xiaopang looked up at the sky and found that it was evening, so he could catch up with dinner. So he summoned his tattered flying sword and went straight to the dining hall.
Under normal circumstances, as an outer disciple, Song Zhong should go to the special dining hall for outer disciples, but when he went there last time, he was really disgusted by those outer disciples. Those guys looked down on Song Zhong, a super loser, even if he proved himself with hard work. Because they all believed that Xiaopang's development had come to an end and he would never make any progress unless he could eat expensive spiritual medicine every day, but this was obviously impossible for a little kid without a father, a mother, or a backer.
Xiaopang had just entered the circle of outer disciples, had no foundation, and was weak, so he naturally did not dare to start a war, so he could only bear to leave. He never wanted to go there again, at least he would not go there before he became stronger.
Since he didn't go to the outer canteen, he could only go to the canteen of the servants to eat. Although the food here was not as good as the canteen of the outer disciples, Song Zhong had been eating there for ten years and had long been accustomed to it. In addition, he was the only outer disciple here, and no one dared to bully him, so he was more willing to go there.
With the flying sword, Xiaopang's speed was much faster. In less than half a minute, he arrived outside a large courtyard covering more than ten acres. This was where thousands of servants ate and stayed. Song Zhong had lived here before, but he couldn't stand the bullying of the manager later, so he ran away to live on his own.
Song Zhong just came to the door and put down the flying sword. Before he walked in, he heard a noise coming from inside, and there was a child's scream.
As soon as he heard this voice, Xiaopang was immediately angry, because he recognized that this voice was the voice of his best friend, Xiaohouzi. Xiaohouzi's surname was Hou, and he had no name. He was an orphan brought back by an outer disciple who went out. He was thin and small, so others called him Xiaohouzi.
Here, although everyone is the lowest servant, there is no shortage of gangs. Most people who come from outside have connections and spend money, so almost everyone has a backstage and a gang. Only a very small number of people have nothing, and they can only become poor people who are bullied. Song Zhong at the beginning and Xiao Houzi now belong to this kind of people at the bottom.
When Xiao Pang first came, the two were often forced to do other people's work. For about a few years, they acted together, so they had more contact. The experience of sympathy made them best friends. However, later, Song Zhong devoted himself to cultivation, and he didn't want to live here and be bullied, so he took the initiative to move out. But Xiao Houzi was reluctant to give up his job in the canteen, because he could eat well here, and he was afraid of being hungry when he was a child. In addition, he was afraid of delaying Song Zhong's cultivation, so he didn't move out.
However, although the two people met less often in the future, every time Xiao Pang came to eat, Xiao Houzi would accompany him to talk and tell Song Zhong about his experiences, which was often the happiest time for Xiao Pang. In fact, if it weren't for Xiao Houzi secretly taking care of him in the canteen, it would be a problem whether Xiao Pang could eat well every meal!
So Xiaopang valued the little monkey very much. After he became an outer disciple, he once took the opportunity of eating to come here to warn those guys not to bully the little monkey anymore. But he didn't expect that he would encounter this as soon as he came.
In anger, Xiaopang rushed in directly. He looked up and saw that there were already many people inside, and the little monkey was being beaten by four or five servants. Everyone was a cultivator. Although they had not learned fists and feet, their strength was greatly increased. The four or five servants punched and kicked the little monkey very arrogantly. From the heavy collision sound, it was clear that they were killing him.
The little monkey's thin body was already exposed, and his clothes had long been torn, revealing purple scars. He could only hug himself as much as possible, and he didn't even have the strength to scream. The blood in his mouth sprayed far away.
"Beat him to death! I don't believe it, I will take him in. You dead monkey! Don't think that I am afraid of that fat guy just because he is an outer disciple. In my eyes, he is just a pig! Dead pig!" A guy with a face full of flesh shouted loudly. This man is called Gan Xing, and he is a bully here. He relies on his cousin being a promising outer disciple to do evil here, and no one dares to stop him. Even a few old deacons dare not offend them easily. Because no one can tell when they will enter the inner sect. Once they become inner disciples, it is like playing to take in an outer deacon. You know, in the sect, even a dog led out of the inner sect is nobler than an outer sect deacon! Over time, Gan Xing became arrogant. He used to bully the fat guy and the monkey. And now, even though Song Zhong has become an outer disciple, he is not afraid to bully the little monkey, which clearly shows that he does not take Song Zhong seriously.
In Gan Xing's view, even if the little fat man becomes an outer disciple, he is far less prestigious than his cousin, so even if he bullies the little monkey, the fat man Liang dare not stand up! That's why he is so arrogant.
Unfortunately, Gan Xing was wrong this time. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that there was something bad behind him. He is also a person who has practiced martial arts for many years. Although he has not yet entered the innate stage, he is also a person who has achieved great success. After realizing that someone was attacking him from behind, he immediately wanted to dodge sideways.
But unfortunately, everything was too late. He felt something hit him hard on the back, and the whole person fell forward to the ground. Because the incident was too sudden, the force on his back was so amazing that Gan Xing did not even react, and fell straight to the ground, with his whole face hitting the ground, and suddenly, his tall nose was deflated. Blood spurted out like a fountain, but he was already blinded, his eyes were full of gold bars, his head was like paste, and he didn't know where he was.
The few people who were beating the little monkey suddenly heard a snap and looked back. Huh? Why is the boss lying on the ground? Before they could figure it out, they saw a black shadow rushing over with a solid bench.
"Damn, it's Song Zhong, run!" A guy shouted and turned around to run.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The furious little fat was like an angry black bear. His slightly fat body seemed to be full of strength. Everyone saw a black shadow flashing with a strong wind, and then snap, snap, snap, four crisp sounds, and several screams in between. In just a blink of an eye, the battle was over, which was really clean and neat.
The five big men were knocked to the ground by Song Zhong's long bench before they even had a chance to meet.
The long benches in the dining hall were made to accommodate four people, so they were very sturdy, made of solid hardwood and weighing dozens of pounds. With Song Zhong's innate body, the strength was enough to knock down an elephant. Although these guys had practiced before, they couldn't stand the bench and fell to the ground. The bones in their backs seemed to be broken. They kept rolling on the ground in pain, and they kept wailing!
The one-and-a-half-inch thick bench in Song Zhong's hand was cracked, which showed how much strength he had used.
Seeing this horrible scene, the people watching the excitement were so scared that they all moved away, fearing that they would be caught in the crossfire.
After knocking down a few people, Song Zhong hurriedly looked down to check the little monkey's injuries. It was not a big deal, and he was so angry that his eyes turned red. The little monkey had fainted from the pain, his chest sunken, his arms bent, and he was clearly broken in many places. If he had come a step later, he would have died here!
"Song Zhong, you fat guy, how dare you hit me?" At this time, Gan Xing, who was knocked down by Song Zhong, finally recovered. He endured the severe pain in his back, touched the blood on his face, and cursed: "Wait, I'll go and ask my brother to collect you!" As he said that, he wanted to get up and walk out!
After hearing this, the fat boy, who was already angry to death, was immediately furious and became angry. He thought to himself, anyway, the feud has been made, so he doesn't care a little more. Instead of letting this kid bully people in the future, I might as well just destroy him!
Thinking of this, the fat boy roared directly, and rushed over like a gust of wind, and the bench in his hand flew up and down like a windmill, and he slapped Gan Xing wildly.