A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 23 18. Young man, I think your bones are very light, why not

Labor is a man who can wrestle with a pride of lions. Are you such a brave old man?

The old man stood there motionless, like a needle in the sea, holding Xuan Hao's wrist with his hand.

Gan! This is not in the river! Why is this old man so strong? Xuan Hao blushed and tugged on his hand, but it was of no use.

"Huh?" The old man frowned when he felt Xuan Hao's struggle, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger. This is the first time he has met a young man with such great strength. He is really energetic.

"It's great to be young." The old man sighed as he looked at the young boy in front of him.

"What a shame..." Xuan Hao was speechless.

Damn it, I've run into a tough situation. How can I not keep my shoes wet when I often walk along the river?

Who is this old man? Is he a mixed-race? Are ordinary mixed-races so strong, or are there mixed-races with high bloodlines everywhere in this era? It's so difficult to catch any old man out. I just want to borrow some money, but as for this, two big men are having sex on the street, and the impact is very bad.

After pulling for a long time, Xuan Hao finally gave up the struggle, exhaled a breath of filthy breath, and showed an innocent smile to the old man: "Old man, please keep a line in your life so that we can meet each other in the future. Listen to my advice and let me go as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will be killed." you!"

This young man is full of vigor and always talks in one way. Fortunately, he has a big heart and is not as knowledgeable as a boy. The old man smiled, stretched out his hand, and took back the wallet in Xuan Hao's hand, but the other person One hand didn't move at all.

I looked up and down and saw that this boy was ragged but had fine skin and tender flesh. It seemed that he must have been a young master of some family. This world is not easy: "Little brother, where are you from?"

"???" Xuan Hao was confused. Didn't the old man understand his threat? "If we have something to say, let go first, okay?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, come on, come on, are you hungry? Master, I'll treat you to dinner, let's sit down and have a good chat?"

Good guy, Xuan Hao was panicking at the moment. Could this old man be a human trafficker? Would I faint from joy if I knew my organs could regenerate? The question now is, what should I do if this old man is very strong and can’t run away? Why don't you just chop your hands off and give them to him, and we can run away first?

But it’s hard to operate with only one blade in my hand...

The old man felt helpless when he saw Xuan Hao lowered his head and did not answer him. In this world, it would be wrong to trust him easily.

"If you don't want to be arrested and locked up, come with me." The old man let go of his hand and led the way with his hands behind his back.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned back to remind: "Don't even think about running away, no one can escape from my grasp."

The old man is full of confidence, and the word confidence is almost written on his face.

"Sun (a kind of star)! So arrogant? Who is afraid of whom?" Xuan Hao's face was dark. What he was most afraid of was being locked up. If you don't die, you won't be free from control. If you eat, you can eat. He is not afraid of this old man drugging him. , except for sleeping, his spirit has never been confused.

There was a small inn on the roadside. It was said to be an inn, but in fact it was just a small shabby wooden house. There was air leakage everywhere, and a rag curtain was drawn at the door. Xuan Hao wondered, could this old man be a poor man too? It's so shabby to treat you to a meal.

There were several shabby low tables in the room, with four legs of different lengths. They were all supported by stones to make them stable. There were also shabby benches beside them, which could only be said to be barely large enough to sit on.

But the business here is surprisingly good, which makes Xuan Hao even more suspicious whether this is some kind of den. But listening to the conversation of these people, it seems that they are really talking about everyday things.

In the corner, there are two people, an old man and a young man. The old man is dressed like a rich man, and this young man? beggar? Just staring at each other, a harmonious picture. In the eyes of outsiders, it was probably the old man who fell in love with this handsome young man.

Xuanhao dug into the rice in his hand with each mouthful. How should I put it, this rice was too grassy and unpalatable. The same goes for vegetables. No salt?

He dared to open a restaurant here, and the business was still so good, but this was understandable, after all, times were different. Alas, he actually started to read about the food cooked by his sister.

"How is it? It's not to your liking?" The old man looked at the young man in front of him, who looked like he was desperate but still eating. He said a little funny. It looked like he was a young master from a wealthy family and he couldn't get used to eating this.

"Well... as long as you can eat it, I don't care." Xuan Hao put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, "Anyway, thank you very much. The kindness of a meal will be greatly appreciated in the future."

He thought it was strange at first, but he didn't expect that the old man actually invited him to dinner, although it was a bit shabby.

"Thank you." The old man waved his hand, "Continue eating your food, don't waste it."

"Oh." Xuan Hao picked up the chopsticks again. Unexpectedly, this old man also knew how to save food. Mr. Yuan said that food should not be wasted. It was rare. Maybe this old man was really a good person, even though he looked a bit vicious.

While drinking tea, the old man put his hand on the table and tapped his index finger on the table. Looking at the people coming and going outside, they all look pale and extremely weak. Opium is harmful to people. When will this world end? I don’t know if my old bones can be of any use.

Xuan Hao licked the plate clean and looked at the old man: "Old man, what are you thinking about?"

The old man came back to his senses, took a sip of tea, looked at Xuan Hao, and his eyes lit up.

He raised the corners of his lips: "Little brother, I see that you have a light frame and are a martial arts prodigy. Are you interested in learning martial arts from me?"

"???" Xuan Hao was confused again, no, why did he start cheating? The old man here is indeed a personal trafficker.

"Old man, are you kidding?" Xuan Hao asked.

To be honest, the old man just asked casually. Although he was almost certain that they were the same kind based on the strength the young man showed just now, he didn't think the young man in front of him could immediately agree to him: "No."

"I never like to joke. You have seen my power just now. How about it? Are you interested in joining me and becoming my disciple?" The old man looked serious, and it really didn't look like he was joking.

He is already over fifty years old, has no children at home, and has no descendants of his martial arts. In addition, people in the court seem to be colluding with hybrids recently. The world will be in chaos again at some point. If he has an apprentice, even if he dies by then , this mantle can also have a legacy.

We were out for a walk, and we met on the road. This boy was destined to be with me.

Besides, this kind of brute strength that surprised him was not found in all mixed-race species, and it suited him very well.

If you cultivate it well, you may be able to change this corrupt world in the future, but you still need to polish it.

"Old man, what's your name? We've never met you, and you want to take me as your disciple?" Xuan Hao said angrily.

"My surname is Li, and they all call me Master Li." The old man said.

"Where's the name? Name!" Xuan Hao refused.

"I forgot...it's all over..." The old man sighed and looked back at the sky outside with deep eyes, as if he didn't want to recall the past.