Young White Horse: Legend of Beili: Jianghu Inn

Jiang Chen went into the kitchen, quickly cooked a few dishes, and brought them out.

Fried tofu, corn and pork ribs soup, cumin beef...

There was also a plate of Xiangfei grapes.

"Smells so good."

Song Yanhui sniffed and swallowed unconsciously.

"Please."

"Thank you."

Song Yanhui thanked him and started eating.

"Mr. Jiang, you should know that I came here for a purpose."

Jiang Chen: "I guessed a little."

"Hehe, I want to join Jianghu Inn!" Song Yanhui bit off a piece of cumin beef and looked at Jiang Chen.

He directly stated his purpose.

Jiang Chen asked curiously, "Why?"

Although he wanted Song Yanhui to give it a try when he was in Mingjian Villa, he was also surprised that Song Yanhui wanted to join.

Did Cheng Yu beat Song Yanhui up, and Song Yanhui was so angry that he wanted to run away?

The answer is obviously not.

Song Yanhui raised his head slightly, his eyes flickering, and then he said softly: "I see the dream of traveling the world with a sword in you."

"It's a group of young people who are free and unrestrained in the rivers and lakes and do whatever they want."

"I have buried such a dream since I was a child!"

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Song Yanhui to have such an idea. It was Wushuang City that bound him.

The wildness of the boy was smoothed, and now seeing the Jianghu Inn, his inner longing was aroused.

Song Yanhui didn't eat, just looked at Jiang Chen quietly, waiting for his answer.

In fact, he didn't say something, such as seeing that the people of Dark River actually joined the Jianghu Inn, which was a big psychological shock to him.

So now he is here.

Jiang Chen met Song Yanhui's eyes and said slowly: "First of all, welcome to join, but whether you can succeed depends on your fate."

"Ah?"

Song Yanhui heard this and asked with doubt, "Why does it depend on fate?"

"Just do what I say, and you will know it yourself when the time comes." Jiang Chen did not explain, but said something to Song Yanhui.

Song Yanhui stood up, holding the Shuiyue Sword, and walked upstairs with a lot of doubts.

"Jiang nephew, is there any secret upstairs?" Gu Chen came out at this time and laughed.

Jiang Chen said helplessly: "You are still eavesdropping."

"I didn't, you guys talked too loudly." Gu Chen would never admit it, and continued to ask: "Are there any good things left by your master upstairs?"

"Yes, it is the inheritance of martial arts."

Jiang Chen nodded, with a hint of inquiry: "Why don't you try it?"

He wanted to see if the Confucian Immortal could open a guest room.

"Hmph, I don't care about martial arts, I have it myself." Gu Chen waved his hand, looking a little arrogant.

"I guess my uncle can't open the door." Jiang Chen used a provocation.

"You still want to provoke me, my heart is like water." Gu Chen looked at the stairs, "But I'm very curious about the upstairs."

Gu Chen came to the stairs and looked back at Jiang Chen: "First of all, I'm just going to take a look."

Jiang Chen nodded, and didn't expose it.

Time passed slowly.

Jiang Chen looked at the stairs, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, with some expectations in his heart.

If the two succeeded, it would be a generous reward.

A "ding" sounded.

Jiang Chen's face was overjoyed, worthy of being an innate sword embryo!

"Congratulations to the host: Successfully unlocked the fifth guest room, reward: 50 inn points."

"At the same time, open the inn function 9: Tempering technique. [Note: Tempering technique: Temper yourself with probability, success will break through the realm, failure will not gain or risk. (It takes 50 inn points to open this technique, and the more inn points you need to consume as your realm improves)]"

Jiang Chen looked at the inn function carefully and finally figured it out. In other words, he took 50 inn points to bet on whether he could improve his realm.

"I don't know what the probability of successful tempering is."

Jiang Chen didn't temper it at the first time, what if the success probability was one percent!

He would vomit blood.

Unless you are rich enough to rival a country, don't try it easily.

"Wait, why is it the fifth guest room? The guest rooms on the first floor are not included?"

Jiang Chen suddenly felt something was wrong. In this case, 10 inn points were missing.

At this time, Gu Chen's voice sounded.

"Hey, nephew, am I old?"

Jiang Chen came back to his senses and looked up, only to see Gu Chen walking down the stairs with a confused look on his face.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Jiang Chen asked.

Gu Chen sat down and sighed softly: "I can't even beat a young man. The young man opened the door, but I can't open any door."

"The things your master left behind are too weird."

"Uncle, the master said that martial arts inheritance depends on fate, not strength." JiangJiang Chen explained.

"It seems that I have no chance." Gu Chen took out Feitian Moutai and poured a cup, and drank it by himself, looking a little sad.

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed, and he felt that Gu Chen seemed to have changed a lot. Was it because he had died once, so his state of mind changed?

However, such a Confucian Immortal was quite cute.

"Haha, Uncle Master, there is no need to be sad. I can't open it either." Jiang Chen comforted.

Gu Chen asked in confusion: "Huh? You can't open it either, so how did your master accept you?"

"This is a long story. Maybe the master took me in because I am handsome or because I like him." Jiang Chen smiled slightly.

Gu Chen curled his lips: "Oh, I don't believe it."

Jiang Chen was about to say something, but Song Yanhui came down from upstairs. He looked at Jiang Chen and the others, opened his mouth, and didn't know how to address him for a while.

"It seems that you and Jianghu Inn are still destined to be together. You can call me Senior Brother." Jiang Chen knew what he was thinking.

"I am your uncle." Gu Chen sat up straight, looking like a master.

Song Yanhui hesitated for a moment, then bowed and said, "Brother."

He then said to the old man sitting next to Jiang Chen, "Master... Confucian Immortal?"

Song Yanhui was shocked when he saw the old man's appearance, and countless doubts and curiosity emerged in his heart.

Gu Chen shook his head: "I am not a Confucian Immortal now, but your uncle Gu Chen."

Song Yanhui's eyes flashed: "Hello, Uncle Gu."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, "Come, sit down."

"What are your plans for the future?"

Song Yanhui thought for a while and said, "I want to follow my brother."

"Good, unlike your group of brothers, who can't sit still." Jiang Chen smiled, and there was another helper.

Song Yanhui was stunned, then thought of something: "Brother, why don't you see the master?"

Gu Chen, who was standing by, raised his mouth slightly: "Haha, your master has gone to travel around the world, and now I, your uncle, will take care of you."

Song Yanhui nodded: "Oh, uncle, will we always be in Qiandong City from now on?"

Gu Chen was stunned by this question, and he looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen understood and said slowly: "The matter in Qiandong City is over, and we will leave for Tianqi City soon."

"In a few days, it will be the school exam. This is a rare event in Tianqi City. How can we not go to see this excitement!"

Gu Chen, who was standing by, had a flash of eyes, looked outside the door, and fell into deep thought.

After all, it has to be faced.

"What's wrong with uncle?" Song Yanhui asked puzzledly when he saw Gu Chen's look.

Jiang Chen looked sideways and said, "It should be that he remembered some memories."