You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

"Hmm? This aroma, is it a mixture of chili pepper and cumin?" Chang Qing looked up and saw the sign of a herbal medicine store in front of him.

He couldn't help but find it funny, but he wasn't too surprised. These spices were originally medicinal herbs, but they were later discovered by some brave foodies and gradually entered the homes of ordinary people.

Changqing walked into the store and bought some chili peppers and cumin for ten copper coins.

As he walked out of the store, he thought with anticipation about how many delicious dishes these spices could create, even barbecue, which made the chef's soul in him burn brightly.

After all, he had been eating simple meals for more than half a year, and his appetite had long since become tasteless.

Chang Qing was walking and thinking that the New Year's Eve here was equivalent to the Spring Festival, so maybe he could buy some barley flour to make dumplings. So he carried these seasonings and barley flour and set out on the road home.

On the way, the children were carrying all kinds of lanterns, wearing new clothes, and playing and having fun. Changqing couldn't help but envy their innocence and joy.

There was a time when he played carefree like them, but now, those carefree days seemed out of reach.

However, he knew that if he wanted to go back to the past, he could only gradually approach that glimmer of hope through unremitting practice.

At this moment, a hint of loneliness inevitably flashed across his eyes.

"Hey! Isn't this the young lady's friend? You're still doing hard labor in such cold weather. I really don't know why the young lady would be friends with a lowly person like you." A familiar and disgusting voice came from a distance.

Changqing woke up from his thoughts, frowned slightly, and then returned to his indifference.

He looked forward and saw a man wearing a thick yellow cotton jacket not far away. It was Butler Man!

Obviously, Butler Man mistook him for an ordinary laborer.

There were several sturdy men following behind him.

Chang Qing gently put down the things in his hand and said coldly: "It seems that the kick you gave last time was too light. Can you walk on the ground so soon?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the butler's face suddenly became ferocious. He recalled the pain of lying in bed for a month, and his heart was burning with anger.

"You are such an ungrateful boy! I wanted to teach you a lesson and let you go for the sake of the young lady, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant!" Butler Man said gritting his teeth, and then signaled his followers to come forward.

The followers looked at Changqing's thin figure and did not take him seriously.

They raised their fists, ready to teach this ignorant boy a lesson.

However, Changqing stood there, motionless.

Just when everyone thought he was going to be beaten, Changqing lightly raised his foot and kicked the man's fist off course.

The man flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily in the distance.

Soon after, Butler Man and other followers felt their bodies lighten and flew into the air.

Before they could react, they had already fallen heavily to the ground, feeling severe pain in their abdomens, and were unable to stand up for a while.

Chang Qing walked up to Butler Man, looked at his miserable appearance, and said calmly: "Since you have such a short memory, how about I let you remember it for the rest of your life?"

After saying that, he raised his foot and stepped hard on Butler Man's hand. A scream was heard and Butler Man's hand bones were crushed.

Just then, a simple carriage stopped not far away.

A middle-aged man in official uniform got off the car. He was the military officer of the Que family, Que Tongfu. He had a fat face but bulging muscles, and a long breath. He was obviously a martial arts master.

"Martial Master?" Chang Qing could sense this man's martial arts realm through his aura.

When Butler Man saw this man, he didn't care about the pain in his palms and abdomen, and ran over to cry despite the pain.

Que Tongfu came over and asked, "Boy, did you hurt my servant?"

"Excuse me, are you Que Zhihe's father, Lord Que Tongfu?" Chang Qing asked with a bow.

"That's right. Now you can tell me why you hurt my servants." Que Tongfu nodded and said.

Chang Qing then told Que Tongfu everything that had happened. After listening to his explanation, Que Tongfu turned to Butler Man and asked, "Xiao Man, is this the case?"

Under Que Tongfu's dignified gaze, Butler Man began to stutter and his speech became incoherent.

Seeing this scene, Que Tongfu already understood the truth of the matter.

He shouted angrily, slapped the housekeeper Man and sent him flying, and said sternly: "I have warned you many times that there is no distinction between high and low here! If you can't even remember this, then you don't need to work in my Que Mansion!"

A red and swollen slap mark was left on Butler Man's face. When he heard Que Tongfu's words, he kowtowed and admitted his mistake.

Que Tongfu sighed deeply and said, "Forget it, just apologize to this young friend. If it happens again, you know the consequences."

Butler Man did not dare to be negligent in the slightest and immediately kowtowed to Changqing to admit his mistake.

Chang Qing shrugged and said, "I don't care. I've already taught him a lesson. If Mayor Que has nothing else to do, I'll leave first."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Chang Qing had just taken two steps when he heard Que Tongfu's steady voice behind him: "Wait!"

He turned his head and looked at the military officer of the Que family with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Que Tongfu looked at Chang Qing for a moment, then said, "You can knock many people away in an instant, so you must be a martial artist. Would you like to spar with me?"

Although there was a question in his tone, it revealed an attitude that would not be refused.

Chang Qing frowned. He didn't like these red tapes, but thinking that the other party was Que Zhihe's father, it was inconvenient for him to refuse directly. He sighed softly and responded tactfully: "Uncle Que, I have only been practicing martial arts for a short time. How dare I compete with a master like you?"

However, Que Tongfu did not seem to be ready to give up. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly punched out with a fierce punch, which went straight to Changqing's face.

Although this punch was tentative and restrained, the power contained in it should not be underestimated.

Seeing this, Chang Qing had no choice but to step forward and fight back with his fists.

The two men's fists collided in the air, making a dull collision sound.

Que Tongfu's attack came like a surging tide, but Chang Qing's defense was impenetrable, and he cleverly resolved several consecutive punches.

Que Tongfu couldn't help but be surprised. He saw that although Changqing was young, his martial arts attainments were not low, at least he had reached the martial arts master level. This made him think more highly of Changqing.

However, Que Tongfu was not satisfied with this.

He gradually increased his strength, wanting to test Chang Qing's true strength. The duel between the two became more and more intense, with fist shadows intersecting and waves of energy surging.

After more than a hundred moves, Que Tongfu's attack had reached 70% of its strength.

Changqing's face also began to turn slightly red, and it was obvious that he had started to deal with it seriously.

But even so, he was still able to steadily receive Que Tongfu's attack and gradually show his own offensive.

Seeing this, Que Tongfu became even more shocked.

He saw that Chang Qing was not only flawless in defense, but also gradually showed his impressive strength in offense. This made him wonder if this kid had already peeked into the threshold of the Great Martial Sect?

Thinking of this, Que Tongfu decided not to test it anymore, but to use all his strength.

He took a deep breath and performed his famous skill - the Mountain Collapsing Fist.

When this punch was thrown, the air seemed to be broken apart, making a loud bang. The punch was as powerful as a rainbow and the scene was astonishing.

Chang Qing saw this and knew that the other party had already used all his strength.

He did not dare to be careless, and quickly adjusted his state, and went all out to meet the attack. However, even though he tried his best, he was still knocked several meters away by Que Tongfu's punch within less than a hundred moves.

Que Tongfu looked at Chang Qing lying on the ground and was even more shocked.

He knew that even a martial arts master would find it difficult to withstand his punch, but Chang Qing only suffered minor injuries. This made him even more curious about Chang Qing's strength.

At this time, Chang Qing also slowly stood up. He rubbed his chest which was a little painful from being hit, and felt the surging power in his body.

He knew that the reason he was able to withstand this punch was because his muscles had become more solid and his skin had been tempered by spiritual energy after he entered the Flesh Refinement Realm, which made his body tougher than ordinary armor.

Hearing Que Tongfu asking him to show his strength, Chang Qing nodded.

He looked around and his eyes fell on a branch that looked like bamboo.

He walked over, gently lifted the branch, tested its hardness and flexibility, and felt satisfied.

So he walked back to Que Tongfu with the branch in his hand. Their eyes met in the air, and it seemed as if sparks were flying.