The Monk

Chapter 712 Restaurant Dispute

Zhang Ai also understood what they were thinking, so he never talked about these things. Everyone just pretended to be confused. Only when they are confused will they be happy. However, there are always four- and five-year-old children crying for their parents. This cannot be hidden, so Zhang Zhi can only try to comfort him. Older children will also cry when they hear someone crying for their parents. They just cry a few times, or a dozen times, and suddenly they grow up and know that they no longer have a home. So I don鈥檛 want to talk about my parents anymore and I don鈥檛 want to cry anymore. They even helped to persuade others when they were crying.

Children who have suffered have become sensible early on, and Zhang Weifeng felt sorry for them even more. At this moment, the scholar scolded the children for not having parents to discipline them. This stung not only the children, but also Zhang Weifeng. He didn't want the people around him to be unhappy, especially the children in front of him.

No one answered his question. Zhang Awei sighed and spoke to the scribe on the stairs: "Excuse me, come here and apologize to them, and then everything will be fine." He didn't want to bully others, he just wanted to vent his anger on the children, and he didn't want to bully them once.

When the scribe heard this, he thought: What? He asked me to apologize and said angrily: "Is it reasonable for you to lead a bunch of little beasts to make noise here? Don't forget, this is not your home, and you are not the only one eating here!"

Zhang Awei nodded and said: "That makes sense. They are a little noisy and it affects everyone's meal. I apologize on their behalf. Children are not sensible. Please forgive me and send a pot of good wine to each table to apologize, okay?"

Given his status at this time, if other cultivators heard him speak like this, they would probably be frightened to death. The best person in the world can kill people with just a breath, but he apologizes to a bunch of ordinary people? Totally impossible!

Zhang Ai has his own considerations. He can beat people at will and be arrogant and unreasonable, but there are sixty-four children around him who have no regard for worldly things. Since he has accepted them as his disciples, he must teach them well and start from scratch. They want to be good people, so they will take the initiative to apologize and set an example to prevent a group of children from learning bad things. The latter sentence is about the guests in the hall.

Generally speaking, how can adults and children be so excited? What's more, they apologized and gave us drinks, and everyone replied: "Okay, why not?" "It doesn't matter." "It's more lively with them." And so on.

Zhang Ping said, "Thank you." He threw the money to the waiter and asked him to serve the wine. Then he turned to talk to the scribe: "I apologized, it's your turn."

"Are you crazy? Nervous!" The scribe turned to leave. Zhang Wen stood in front of him and spoke: "Apologise to them." The scribe's face turned red and he said angrily: "Get out of the way."

Zhang Ai sighed in his heart, the ignorant are fearless. I can scare Shura, but I can't scare a weak scholar. Alas, let's repeat it again. He said helplessly: "One last time, apologize to them, otherwise, I will beat you." ." He said the last few words slowly and seriously, and then looked at the scribe with wide eyes.

The scribe was frightened and looked at the person in front of him. It seemed that what he said was true. He became uneasy and didn't know what to do. Apologize, because he would lose face. If he didn't apologize, he would probably be beaten. Just as he was hesitating, two strong men came downstairs and shouted downstairs: "What are you doing? Brother is waiting for you to drink."

When the scribe saw help coming, he quickly shouted: "He wants to beat me."

Okay, I'm going to beat you up. Zhang is almost speechless. What is going on? Look past the scribes at a group of children. When Huan'er and other girls saw two big men approaching, they shouted anxiously: "Brother, run." Two older children also ran towards Zhang Ain, apparently wanting to help fight.

The two strong men heard the scribe shouting and hurried down. As they ran, they asked, "Boy, are you looking for trouble?" When they reached Zhang Ain, they raised their hands and pushed him.

Is the body of the best player in the world something you can touch whenever you want? Zhang Aoi turned sideways and spoke to the scribe: "This is the first time I have said the same thing to someone three times in a row. Alas." With a sigh, he slowly raised his right hand and slapped the scribe's face ten times. Eight ear scrapers. Fan Wan took a step back and said, "Penalty instead of guilt, you don't have to apologize."

He stopped the running child and said softly: "Let's go."

The eldest child knew that Zhang Wen was venting his anger on them, and felt happy, so he ignored the scribe and walked out after greeting him. At this moment, the two adults who wanted to invite Zhang Wen to dinner were frightened. They were common people in the city and knew who the scribe was. I originally wanted to prevent the two sides from quarreling, because one side was my benefactor and the other side was a big family in the city. Just when I was thinking about how to persuade them, both sides had already been slapped. But they were sitting at the same table as the attacker, wondering why they were so unlucky? How should I explain if I am misunderstood?

The two of them were uneasy. The scribe who had been beaten was already stupid. He was actually beaten? And when they were being beaten, the two strong men just watched without taking action? I was angry and hateful in my heart, and wanted to kill Zhang Afraid.

Two strong men were confused. Why could they not move even though they were fine when the scribe was being beaten? Even with all his strength, he could not lift his hands and move forward, so he could only watch the scribe being beaten.

At this time, Zhang was afraid to retreat. The two brothers were exerting their strength, and suddenly they were able to move. They rolled down the stairs with a bang, scaring the scribe again. What happened to these two people? It feels a little strange.

Zhang was afraid that no matter what they thought, he led a group of children out of the restaurant after teaching the scribe a lesson.

Two strong men rolled down the stairs. The stairs were not high, so they were not seriously injured, but the pain all over their bodies was unavoidable. The two jumped up and were about to chase Zhang Wei, but were stopped by the scribe, who said Yin Yin: "No hurry, first Go up."

The two big men looked at the scribe. Although they didn't understand what he meant, they still nodded and went upstairs, cursing as they walked: "You bastard, let me take the opportunity to skin him."

Zhang was afraid of leading the child away, so he didn't talk to the two adults who were eating together. There were so many people, so let's forget about eating in front of them. If he talked to them again, it would be bad if he was resented and retaliated against. .

He took out the things he bought at the warehouse, which were a bunch of small bottles. He found a well, poured water into it, and performed a small spell on the water. He also pulled a piece of grass from the ground, pulled out the grass core, dipped the straw in the water, and put it to his mouth. Blow, and a big, round bubble appears in front of the tube, transparent and shining in the sun, floating in the air with colorful colors.

The children liked it at first sight and shouted: "I want it, I want it." When they gathered around, Zhang Pinghan handed them the small bottle, taught them how to make straw pipes, and then blew bubbles to play.

More than 60 children blew bubbles together, and soon they floated all over the street. They were huge in the air, but they did not break. Zhang was afraid to pick the biggest bubble, and asked it to float over the child's head, pop it, and burst into a small ball of colorful light in the air, as beautiful and brilliant as fireworks.

When the children saw that the broken bubbles were more beautiful, they bravely pricked them. At this moment, slight popping sounds were heard one after another, showing off the mythical beauty on the street, and a colorful light turned the street into a gorgeous and dreamy one.

This beauty immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the street. When children saw it, they became envious and asked their parents for it. Then some adults who couldn't stand it asked Zhang Ping, where can I buy it?

Zhang Awei laughed, casually handed over a bottle and said, "No need to buy it, I'll give it to you."

This attracted more people to ask for money, and some people insisted on giving money. Zhang Wen just gave the vial, saying nothing else, and asking for no money. In just a short time, this street became the most beautiful, lively, and happiest. of paradise.

There is not much water in the bottle, and it will dry up and disappear soon. If you cast a small illusion, the spiritual power will fluctuate very slightly. When the water dries up, the spell will disappear naturally, and there is no need to worry about other effects. So I feel safe giving it away.

At this time, the scribe who had quarreled with him in the restaurant came out with seven people, looked at him fiercely, and walked away from the other way. Zhang Ain never cared about what others thought of him, so seeing that the scribes didn't come to him would save him some trouble. Continuing to play with his little disciples. The carriage followed slowly behind.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the water in the small bottle of blowing and sprinkling was exhausted, and there was no more games to play. The disciples chased him for more, and Zhang Awei clapped his hands and said, "No more." What he was thinking in his mind was, wait until night Waste some materials and make some extremely beautiful fireworks for them. They are more beautiful than bubbles, and of course many, many times better than the fireworks sold on the street.

The water was gone, and the small bottle was useless. A child on the street who got a small bubble bottle for free, and a group of disciples held the small bottle and looked at him. An adult came over and asked him: "Brother, where did you buy the bottle? Do you still have it?" ?鈥?,"Zhang Ain replied with a smile: "No more." It was indeed gone on him. He bought about a hundred bottles in total and they had all been sorted out long ago.

Watching the adults sigh and walk away, and go back to explain to their children that the bottle is gone, a sentence suddenly came to mind, pity the hearts of parents in the world. He was so frightened that he quickly shook his head and got rid of this idea. I haven't had a wedding yet, how could it be my parents?

Children are forgetful, and when they run out of bubbles, they find other things to play with. Walking around, talking, and making noise is also fun. While they were having fun, a team of more than fifty people ran up in front of them, most of them wearing soap clothes. He was wearing trousers, holding a short stick in his hand and a waist knife on his shoulder, and surrounded him aggressively. There were more than a dozen people in short clothes, including two big men who had just rolled down the stairs.

Zhang Wei sighed secretly, just to let out a sigh of relief, why bother? He didn't think that the scribe who had just argued was so bad. In fact, it was the children who had disturbed him. It was not a big problem for the scribe to get angry and curse. If he hadn't scolded the children about their life experience, Zhang probably wouldn't have ignored him, but Even if he ignored it and slapped him a dozen times, what about using government officials?

Protect the child behind you and look calmly ahead.

The two big men stared at Zhang Awei from a distance, rushed over and shouted: "Well, you are a private trafficker. You kidnapped many children and dared to pass through the market in a grand manner. You are really brave. Catch him."

Zhang fearfully said: "There are many more charges." He turned around and asked the children in a low voice: "Do you think we can let them arrest me?"

"Why? Why arrest my brother?" "It was my brother who saved us, not the trafficker." "You are not allowed to arrest him." Some children were thinking about explaining, while others asked loudly, and three older children stood in front of Zhang Ai with cold expressions. To the big man, we have a posture of fighting with all our might if you dare to come over.

Zhang Wenhe said: "Then I won't let them be arrested. Just stop talking and watch me take care of them."