I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

"Smells, smells so good~"

In the evening, the old drunkard who snored like thunder suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the fire in the middle of the ruined temple.

But when he saw the handsome young girl in blue, who was only twenty-eight years old, he opened a ball of yellow mud, and the alluring aroma kept flying out from it, making people salivate.

In the blink of an eye, the girl in green clothes opened the lotus leaf wrapping the chicken, and the fragrance rose again.

The old drunkard stared straight at the other person, his throat kept crawling, and even three sips of wine couldn't suppress the greed in his stomach.

"Snapped."

After a while, A Qing finished knocking four lotus leaf chickens and placed two of them in front of Qin Yao, one for himself and A Bi.

The old drunkard couldn't hold it back. He came to Qin Yao with a smile on his face, pointed at the lotus leaf chicken on the ground and said, "You have two chickens, how about one for me?"

"Please help yourself." Qin Yao said calmly.

The old drunkard was so happy that he picked up a chicken on the ground and started eating it. He felt that he had never eaten such delicious food in his life.

After finishing a chicken, he licked his fingers with unsatisfied feelings. Seeing that Qin Yao still had no intention of eating the chicken, he couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"No appetite." Qin Yao sighed.

"You still have no appetite for such delicious food?" the old drunkard asked in surprise.

Qin Yao sighed: "If you keep something in mind, no matter how delicious the food is, it tastes like chewing wax."

The old drunkard blinked and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Qin Yao: "I want to become an immortal."

Old drunkard: "Huh?"

"Is it difficult to understand cultivating immortals?" Qin Yao asked.

"It's not difficult to understand." The old drunkard said, "It's just a bit unrealistic. How many people have been seeking immortality throughout the ages, but how many people have actually become immortals?"

Qin Yao nodded silently: "It is true, difficult, difficult, difficult..."

The old drunkard pointed at the lotus leaf chicken on the ground and said, "It's a waste if you don't eat it. How about I eat it for you?"

"Please." Qin Yao said.

The old drunkard picked up the second chicken, and this time he ate it more elegantly. While eating, he said, "Why do you want to become an immortal?"

Qin Yao looked solemn: "My wife was captured by the immortal, and I want to rescue her."

The old drunkard's face was full of astonishment: "Are you serious?"

"Why should I tell lies?"

The old drunkard looked at him deeply and said, "You are really... beyond evaluation."

Qin Yao hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I heard that Taoists, monks, old people, children, chivalrous women, and drunkards who walk in the rivers and lakes all have extraordinary qualities. Because if they are ordinary, these people will definitely not be able to walk in the rivers and lakes. Yes. Your Excellency smells of alcohol and has an unusual manner. Is there anything you can teach me?"

The old drunkard rolled his eyes and waved his hands: "Yes, I am extraordinary. Let's do this, you provide me with food and drink for three years, and after three years, I will show you a way out."

Qin Yao was overjoyed and said decisively: "Okay!"

Three days later.

Yunlai Inn.

Seeing that the old drunkard hadn't come over yet, Ah Qing couldn't help knocking on the door of Qin Yao's room and said seriously: "Master, I have something to say to you."

"Come in and talk." Qin Yao waved.

Ah Qing stepped through the door and closed the wooden door smoothly: "Sir, don't you think that old drunkard is a liar? He lied to him for three years to eat and drink, and three years later, he turned around and left. We can't find him even if we try to find him."

Qin Yao smiled and said: "Don't worry, I believe he is an expert."

Ah Qing persuaded him earnestly: "Even if he is an expert, he only promised to point out a way for you. He didn't tell you the good or bad way. You just agreed to raise him like this?"

Qin Yao gradually faded his smile and said: "There is no way, he may be my only hope. It is difficult to seek the Tao, and many people who yearn for the immortal Tao have not been able to do so throughout their lives."

Ah Qing: "Then you have to let him prove it, right? Without proof, who knows if he has real abilities?"

"Okay, don't think too much about it, go to the shopkeeper and pay for the meals you've spent these days." Qin Yao took out two ingots of silver from his arms and handed them to the other party.

Ah Qing was very helpless.

She had spoken and persuaded, but the young master who was obsessed with immortality didn't listen. What else could she do?

"Bring me three meats, two vegetables and a jar of wine." In the afternoon, the old drunkard wandered into the inn and said to the shopkeeper behind the counter.

The shopkeeper asked the waiter to prepare the dishes and said, "Should I charge it to Mr. Liu's account?"

"That's what I'm asking... I said you would charge it to my account, would you be happy?" the old drunkard asked.

Shopkeeper: "..."

This old liar is so hateful.

Mr. Liu was also lost, and he actually believed that the other party was an expert.

After the food was served, the old drunkard immediately ate it up, just like a starving ghost reincarnated.

After finally licking the plate clean, he patted his butt and left, very free and easy.

On the attic, Ah Qing punched twice in the air at his back with a fierce look on his face.

The old drunkard seemed to feel her resentment and turned his head to look over, with a smile on his face.

Ah Qing glared at him and closed the door and window with a bang.

This kind of life is simple and ordinary, and it is constantly refreshed day by day.

Three years later.

It's noon.

The old drunkard was full of wine and food, and just about to pat his butt and leave, Qin Yao suddenly appeared in front of him with A Qing.

"Is something wrong?"

"The three-year period has expired, where is the road?" Ah Qing said quickly, with a hint of questioning in his pleasant voice.

"So fast?"

The old drunkard raised his eyebrows and muttered, then took out a crumpled yellow envelope from his arms and handed it to Qin Yao: "Take this letter and go to Tianlang Mountain and Wudu Village. The leader of the village saw it. This letter will help you build a foundation."

"Tianlang Mountain, Wudu Village, this place doesn't sound like a good place." Ah Qing said to Qin Yao.

The old drunkard grinned: "It is indeed not a good place. It is a branch of the Demon Sect, and the village is full of extremely vicious evil spirits. Mr. Liu, I have given you the road, do you dare to leave?"

"Haha." Qin Yao laughed and asked, "Do you have a map?"

The old drunkard touched in his arms again and took out a piece of parchment: "One hundred taels of silver, and I'll give you the map."

"Don't go too far." Ah Qing said angrily, pointing at his red nose.

The old drunkard spread his hands and said: "I won't be able to keep accounts in the future. I can only use this thing to exchange for some food money. Mr. Liu, isn't that excessive?"

Qin Yao was very indifferent, took out a banknote and handed it over: "It's not too much, please keep the money."

Half a month later.

It's approaching dusk.

Qin Yao brought two maids and a child to Tianlang Mountain Village, and was instantly surrounded by a group of vicious-looking gangsters with malicious intentions.

"Why are you here?"

A burly man holding a ring-headed sword and wearing long-sleeved clothing stared at Qin Yao and asked.

Qin Yao took out the envelope given by the old drunkard and said calmly: "Can someone please forward this letter to your village leader?"

"What kind of letter is this?" the burly man asked coldly.

"An old drunk gave it to me. I didn't open it and read it." Qin Yao said, "How about you help me deliver the letter?"

The burly man thought for a moment and took the envelope from his hand: "You'd better pray that this letter can protect you, otherwise..."

He didn't say what the consequences would be, but the meaning was already expressed.

Qin Yao smiled and said, "I think so. I have supported that drunkard for three years, so he can't trick me into killing him, right?"

The burly man sneered, turned around and left.

The other gangsters looked at Abi and Aqing intently, with a lustful look in their eyes.

Shortly after.

A strong man with a bald head and a fierce face rushed back with the burly man. He stared at Qin Yao and said: "I am Shang Jinyang, the sub-ruler of the Holy Sect stationed in Wudu Village. I said it in the letter from the alcoholic Dharma King. Is this you?"

Qin Yao said: "I don't know what he wrote in the letter, but the person who asked for immortality is indeed me."

Shang Jinyang chuckled: "Immortal way? I don't have any immortal way here, only the devil way."

"The roads lead to the same destination. In fact, they are all the same." Qin Yao said.

Shang Jinyang shook his head and waved: "Let's go, enter the stronghold, and I will build the foundation for you myself."

Qin Yao then took his maid and children into the village with him, and soon came to a spacious courtyard, and then stepped into the so-called Juyi Hall.

"Sit down." Shang Jinyang pointed to a futon on the ground and said.

Qin Yao sat peacefully, Shang Jinyang touched his eyebrows with a finger, and suddenly said: "Aren't you afraid that I will harm you?"

Qin Yao smiled and said: "If a person dies, a bird will look up to the sky, and if he doesn't die, he will die for tens of thousands of years. I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."

"Good man."

Shang Jinyang admired and said: "Looking at your thin skin and tender flesh, I didn't expect you to be so generous."

After saying this, he silently used his magic power to open up the meridians all over this mortal's body, leaving a trace of demonic energy in the opponent's Dantian.

"Take this book and come back to me when you practice."

After building the foundation, Shang Jinyang took out an ancient book from a box and delivered it to Qin Yao.

Qin Yao took the ancient book and saw the three characters "Blood River Tu" written on the cover. The name was quite domineering.

"Thank you, village master."

"You're welcome." Shang Jinyang waved his hand and shouted toward the door: "Wang Xiaoer, arrange a yard for Brother Liu to rest."

"Yes, village master." A short gangster walked in and said respectfully.

Shaoqing, Wang Xiaoer and Qin Yao and others came to a courtyard, pointed around and said: "You can live here from now on."

"Thank you." Qin Yao cupped his hand.

Wang Xiaoer looked at him and smiled strangely: "Thank you, no need. I wish you good luck."

Qin Yao raised his eyebrows: "May I ask what this means?"

"You'll know in the evening." Wang Xiaoer didn't answer, waved his hand, turned and left.

Qin Yao looked at his back, thoughtfully.

"Sir, I'm afraid something will happen tonight." Abi said softly.

Qin Yao pinched the secret book of Blood River Massacre and said, "There is still time."

…

At night.

The five gangsters, their faces covered with black scarves and holding steel knives in their hands, quietly came to Qin Yao's house.

One of the gangsters stood at the outer wall, bowing slightly. The other gangster with a strong figure stepped on his back and jumped to the top of the wall easily.

Then he fell into the courtyard, came to the door, and reached out to open the wooden door.

The other four people filed in and jumped across the courtyard. When they saw a light shining in the main room, they surrounded it together.

When they got closer, they saw the door of the hall open, and the new Mr. Liu was sitting among a circle of candles. There was an ancient book in front of him, which was the Blood River Slaughter.

The five people looked at each other, and one of them said: "Knock him out first, and then go find those two little ladies."

The others nodded and broke into the main hall together.

As the firelight on the candles around him swayed, Qin Yao slowly raised his head and looked at the five gangsters whose faces could not be seen clearly: "You should leave now. I will just pretend that I didn't see anything."

"Come on." One person shouted softly and strode towards Qin Yao, kicking away the candles with his feet.

Qin Yao's right hand suddenly turned blood red, and before the other party had time to react, he slapped him hard in the center of the chest.

With a bang, the man's chest collapsed, and his body flew up and landed on someone.

"Blood River Massacre?"

The other four people didn't bother to check the man's injuries. They all looked at Qin Yao's bright red palm with astonishment on their faces.

"This technique is not bad." Qin Yao murmured softly, and then said: "I gave you a chance."

The four of them felt chills in their hearts and rushed towards him in unison, but within four rounds their chests were collapsed and they turned into four corpses.

Outside the door, a little thief who was looking through the window shivered all over, and ran out of the house with wind on his feet.

After a while, the little thief came to Shang Jinyang's residence and stammered out what he saw.

"How is that possible?" Shang Jinyang's face was filled with shock.

After all his calculations, he had only been building the opponent's foundation for more than two hours, and the other party had spent at most one hour practicing Blood River Slaughter.

Can the Blood River Slaughter Training Club be defeated in just one hour?

What kind of fierce guy is this?

"Absolutely true."

There was a hint of fear on the little thief's face, and he suddenly seemed to remember something, and said quickly: "Fortress leader, go over quickly. If you don't go, I don't know how many people will die tonight."

Shang Jinyang took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice: "I'll go there now."

Not long after, Shang Jinyang came to Qin Yao's lobby and saw four more masked corpses on the ground, which made his eyelids jump.

"Master of the village, why are you here?" Qin Yao asked in surprise in the candlelight.

Shang Jinyang took a deep breath and asked, "Have you mastered Blood River Slaughter?"

Qin Yao nodded: "Now that you can use it, you have mastered it, right?"

Shang Jinyang took a breath: "How long did it take?"

"About...about half an hour." Qin Yao thought.

Shang Jinyang's mouth twitched.

Half an hour...

Today I know what genius is.

wrong.

What kind of genius is this? He is clearly a freak.

"Zhai leader, do you want to see who these people are who break into my private house at night and have evil intentions?" Qin Yao said, pointing to the corpse on the ground.

Shang Jinyang shook his head: "There is no need to look at it, the account has been set on fire."

During the conversation, several more masked men came over with sharp knives. They were startled when they saw Shang Jinyang's figure.

Shang Jinyang's eyelids twitched and he shouted at these people: "Get the hell out of here."

Masked people: "..."

The next moment, they turned around and left.

"Stop." Shang Jinyang said quietly.

Several people's bodies stiffened, frozen in place like sculptures.

Shang Jinyang said coldly: "Didn't you hear what I just said? I told you to get out, not to let you go out."

Several people had no choice but to fall to the ground and just rolled out.

Qin Yao watched this scene calmly, until these people disappeared, then he turned to look at Shang Jinyang: "Fortress leader, I have finished practicing the Blood River Slaughter, what should I practice next?"