Invincible Starts From One Punch Martial Arts

As Du Ming spoke, he took out the bank notes from the storage bag, including the bank notes that he had traded with Xia Wuji in front of him, held them in both hands respectfully, took a few steps forward, and put them on the low table.

The old man glanced at it and nodded.

"Well done."

"Thank you Guo for the praise! This is what I should do next."

Du Ming didn't dare to take credit, he bowed and clasped his fists respectfully.

The old man looked up at him and said, "Although the business has been done, you have made a big taboo."

Du Ming's heart froze, and he hurriedly bowed again and clasped his fists and asked, "I'm stupid, please ask Guo Lao to show me."

The old man said calmly: "The reason why the Wanxiang Tower can bloom everywhere in the Great Chu Kingdom, and even in the Great Zhou Dynasty, has many branches and has an excellent reputation, that is because we never mix too many personal feelings in our business. Everyone will be the same.”

"Although the Xia family is down and out, as long as it doesn't perish for one day, it will be our customer for one day."

"But after you learned the news of Xia Chenxiao's death, you obviously had a different feeling towards the young master of the Xia family. Not only did I feel this, but I guess even the young master of the Xia family felt it."

"This is not desirable in business, and it is even more taboo in the operation of a large chain of chambers of commerce like Wanxianglou."

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes suddenly sharpened.

"You think that the young master of the Xia family has no way out, but who can say for sure in the world?"

"Back then, the founder of our Wanxiang Building was also faced with a situation of nowhere to go, but didn't he create such a huge family business in the end?"

"In those days, when the entire family died, Mo Jingtian, the sect master of Ten Thousand Demons Sect, got an opportunity, and finally flew into the sky, massacred forty-three families, a total of 34,000 people, opened up the way of slaughtering demons, and traversed an era."

"Fu Qingsong, the killer of Songhai Pavilion, Tan Qing, the master of Qinglong in Sihai Academy, and Zhang Xiaosheng of Confucianism Garden, which one of them didn't regain a new life in the face of desperation, and thus gained a powerful force, and all sides."

"Ten years of Hedong and ten years of Hexi, are these examples still few?"

Du Ming was dripping with cold sweat, his back was soaked wet.

Immediately, he fell to his knees with a thud, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said, "Elder Guo, Du Ming knows he is wrong."

The old man's sharp eyes returned to calm, and he said lightly: "You know that your eighth-rank spiritual root can be cultivated to the tenth level of Qi practice, and there is even a chance to build a foundation, but why are you still practicing Qi after so many years of practice? Is it the fifth floor?"

Du Ming was shocked, suddenly raised his head to look at the old man, his eyes were eager, and he said earnestly, "Please teach me, Mr. Guo!"

The old man nodded and said, "It's not that your resources are insufficient, nor that your talent for immortality is not enough, but that you have entered the world too deeply."

"My generation is cultivating immortals. When you enter the world, you are born. However, the world is rolling. You are too deep to extricate yourself. You have already blinded your spirituality. Cultivating immortals is cultivating your mind.

After these words, Du Ming suddenly realized.

"Thank you Mr. Guo for calling!"

Then he kowtowed, but made a big gift to the old man.

The old man accepted it calmly, and then closed his eyes.

Du Ming stood up, took a few steps back carefully, then opened the door, closed it gently and left.

In the room, Guo Shiqi opened his eyes, sighed slightly, and said to himself: "To manage a branch, you have to teach people the truth of self-cultivation. Alas, being a branch manager is really not easy~"

Immediately, he picked up a stack of silver bills on the table and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's good to start a business this early in the morning. It seems that today's harvest will not be bad. If things go on like this, how can the income of the Blue Moon City branch this month exceed that of Old Man Li's Xiangling City..."

Thinking of rewarding Yuanyang Dan in the middle of the year, Guo Shiqi suddenly looked forward to it.

With Yuanyang Pill, Jindan Realm is hopeful...

...

From the Vientiane Tower, the street has begun to gradually become lively.

Xia Wuji didn't hang out, he went straight back.

When I got home, I saw Xia Hu chopping firewood in the kitchen yard, while Qiuyue was standing at the door of the restaurant with her arms crossed, watching Xia Hu busy.

Aside from his pale face, he was completely fine.

"Qiuyue, how's it going?"

Xia Wuji asked with a smile.

"Master is back."

Xia Hu held the axe in one hand and the wood in the other, and greeted Xia Wuji with a smile.

Yun Qingyao turned her head and looked at Xia Wuji with a pair of water-cut eyes.

This is the predecessor, the young master Xia Wuji... He looks good.

However, if she knew that the young master in front of her had grabbed a pair of sinful hands to her chest early in the morning, she wondered if she still thought that the other party was good-looking.

"Xia Wuji."

As soon as Yun Qingyao's words were spoken, not only Xia Wuji was stunned, but even Xia Hu was stunned.

"Little sister, what did you just say?"

Xia Hu stopped what he was doing, thinking he had heard the wrong thing.

"I said Xia Wuji."

Yun Qingyao said again.

She knew that her words would definitely shock the two men in the family.

But she had to.

Although she was reborn as a person at the bottom, she was determined to start from the bottom, and went through the red dust to sharpen her Dao heart.

But she will not be a servant of men.

From the moment of preparing to cultivate immortals, Taoism has been deeply planted.

Cultivators need to control their own destiny, how can they become slaves of others.

Not only that, but she must even have her own name, and she must never call a servant like Qiuyue by the name.

So, the first step is to change your identity.

"Nonsense! You can call the young master's name too?"

Xia Hu was instantly angry.

He knew that this younger sister had a more detached personality on weekdays, but no matter how detached she was, she couldn't escape to the point of calling the young master by her name.

This girl is too fat!

"Kneel down! Confess to the young master!"

Xia Wuji waved his hand and said, "It's okay, we're all family."

"That doesn't work either! She must kneel down and admit her mistake! It's totally unreasonable for a ghost to confuse her brain!"

Xia Hu's face was full of anger.

He immediately put down what was in his hand, walked in front of Yun Qingyao, stared at her, and shouted in a deep voice, "Don't kneel down yet!"

Yun Qingyao had expected this.

She glanced at Xia Hu, then turned to look at Xia Wuji, and said earnestly with a small face: "Master Xia, starting from today, I want to leave my slave status."

Um?

Xia Hu was stunned.

Could it be that this girl really hurt her brain after being overtaken by a ghost?

My heart suddenly became worried.

But his face was still full of anger, and he suddenly said angrily: "Xia Qiuyue!!!"

"When the whole village was plagued with plague, if the young master and his wife hadn't passed by and picked our brother and sister out of the dead, we would have died long ago! Have you forgotten?"

"Not only did the young master and his wife not dislike it, they brought us back to Blue Moon City, and they took us in, taught us how to read and hyphenate words, and taught us exercises. But today, you dare to say such rebellious and ungrateful words, look at me. I won't kill you today!"

Having said that, he raised his big fan-like hand to call out to Yun Qingyao's beautiful little face.