Cultivation Began Three Years Ago

Martial arts family, Zhao family.

In the grand hall, Patriarch Zhao Yi and a group of clan elders are entertaining several guests.

"Everyone has come from afar, and the humble house is full of splendor. When you are in a hurry, the wine is thin and the meat is bad. If the hospitality is not good, please forgive me."

Zhao Yi said politely to the three people in front of him, his breath was flat, gentle and elegant, without the majesty of a superior.

A hunter looked tired, toasted a glass of wine to Zhao Yi, and said, "I would like to thank Patriarch Zhao for taking him in. I am very grateful to have a place to take a breather."

The other two, even though they were masters at the peak of tempering, had bitter faces and looked a little downcast.

Twilight Agency was devastated and disbanded on its own.

However, they are worried that the liquidation of the dead wood will harm themselves, so they plan to join the martial arts family and seek asylum.

As the behind-the-scenes masters of the city, from ancient times to the present, the major martial arts families have possessed extremely strong power, and they have suppressed many underground forces to death.

What's more, many years ago, the Zhao family also existed against the Deadwood Tavern.

In the process of fleeing, the three hunters could think of the best destination, which is the best.

Other underground forces either want to watch the fire from the other side and reap the benefits of the fisherman;

Either you can't pull the dead wood with your wrists, and you have more than enough heart but not enough strength.

At present, the old antiques of Deadwood are born and swept away with force. They are simply unable to compete and die at every turn. If it is not a martial arts family with hundreds of years of experience, who can resist its edge?

It is easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to deliver charcoal in the snow.

Zhao Yi has been in charge of the family for many years, and the city is very deep. He smiled and said kindly: "Everyone, you are welcome. You are a high-level warrior who is tempered. The world is so big, where can't you go?"

Hearing this, the faces of the three of them changed slightly, and their mood fell to the bottom, before they could say anything.

However, Zhao Yi changed the subject and said in a sincere tone: "Zhao understands you, so you don't want to leave your hometown."

"Since it's here, you can rest in peace. If you are willing to make famous offerings in the mansion and settle down, that's all right."

"Thanks to Patriarch Zhao for not giving up, I am willing to join." The three of them beamed with joy, and immediately made a decision, and a hanging heart finally fell.

Afterwards, Zhao Yi and them chatted and ate delicious food together, and got a lot of secret news.

When asked about the situation of the mysterious person, the three of them told the truth, especially when they heard what happened to Zhao Zhe and Jiang Heng, even Zhao Yi was stunned, which was totally beyond his expectation.

Half a year ago, they had a sparring match with themselves, and the two were so vulnerable that they were easily slaughtered by the man in black.

"It seems that those old antiques of dead wood have indeed made a move." Zhao Yi sighed slightly, a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes.

Right now, the elders in the clan are in seclusion. If they act without authorization, they may end up in the same way.

In the Deadwood Tavern, Xu Che woke up drowsily, stretching his muscles and bones. Since the dusty bones had swallowed up the purple air of the scorching sun, he returned to the counter and slept all night.

The young man grabbed the antique hourglass next to him, checked the time, and found that it was already half past two in the afternoon.

There were some toiletries and a few sets of clothes in the storage ring. Xu Che didn't bother to go home, so he simply closed the door of the tavern, and simply washed up in the bathroom of the store.

Putting on new clothes, the young man sat on the gray chair in front of the counter in good spirits, wiping his hair with a towel.

His clear eyes flicked across the screen of the mobile phone, and found that he had not received a reply from He Bo, and he did not know where the elder was now.

The battery of the mobile phone was low and it was about to shut down. Xu Che found a charger to charge it.

Then, half of the portal was reopened, so that hunters could come to the pavilion to settle tasks at any time.

The young man had already been fasted, and had no desire to eat. He put on a black robe and a bronze mask, took out the old demon's anecdote, read it quietly in front of the stage, and opened the second day of acting as a tavern.

After a long time, the sound of dull footsteps came, Xu Che withdrew from the world in the book, closed the ancient book, and slowly raised his head.

Standing in front of him was an old man with gray hair in a Chinese tunic suit.

He leaned against the counter, seemed a little stiff, and asked softly, "Hello, friend, can I have a glass of wine?"

Xu Che noticed this person's thick blood, and he was a Master Huajing said indifferently: "Mister, I'm sorry, the wine here is not for sale."

Hearing this young voice, the old man was a little disappointed, and continued: "Is that so, it's been too long, old man, I really forgot the rules here."

"It's okay, old man, why, what's the matter here?"

Facing the question, the old man smiled and said: "Well, I want to meet the seniors in the store, so he should take care of this place now?"

"Senior doesn't, I'm acting here temporarily." Xu Che replied.

"Little friend, it's our first meeting. Let me introduce myself. I'm from Shadow Bamboo Office. The highest person in charge is Yi Tong."

The old man stretched out a withered palm, wanting to shake hands.

Hearing this, the young man was stunned for a moment, He Bo had naturally mentioned this power to him, and the relationship between the other party and Dead Tree is not bad.

However, Xu Che didn't choose to shake hands with him, and just said calmly: "Old man, you don't need to be obsessive, just speak up if you have something to say."

The old man was not embarrassed at all, he withdrew his palm with a wry smile, and said, "It's nothing, I just happened to pass by here, so I just came in to have a look."

"Hey, time flies. In the last century, old man, I often came to your place as a guest."

"Oh? Old man, do you have any connection with our tavern?"

"Indeed, I was a hunter here for a short time. In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed, and everything seems to have happened yesterday."

Yi Tong recalled the past, feeling a little sentimental. During the eighty years, he changed from a handsome young man to a senile old man.

At this moment, when a bowl of medicinal wine was handed to him, Yi Tong was a little surprised and said, "Give it to me? Thank you, little friend."

"You're welcome, old sir." Xu Che said: "Since you have worked as a hunter here, you are naturally qualified to be a guest, please."

The turbid wine entered the throat, and the limbs and bones felt loose for a while. The energetic old man was full of praise: "The taste is even better than before. I have to say that He Bo's wine making skills have reached a state of perfection."

"I think so too, old sir."

"One more cup for you."

The young man looked at the wine bowl that was drained in one gulp, picked up the wine jar, and filled it up for the old man.

The two chatted for a while, and the old man didn't mention what happened last night. After some investigation, he got the answer he wanted.

Finally, when the old man was about to leave, he bowed slightly to Xu Che, left a check, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, old man, I should go."

Xu Che accepted the check, looked at the wine jar with little left, sealed the lid, and threw it towards the old man.

"Old man, take it, go back and drink."

Yi Tong took it easily, smiled, and said, "Okay!"