“But it’s delicious food.”

The old man casually pushed the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, and the soup fell.

Yu Yang could see clearly, but he didn't eat a bite and couldn't help but sneer:

"You are doing a little bad job in this superficial skill."

This old guy is waiting for him.

When Yang Yu saw him for the first time, he knew it very well.

The old man was not annoyed and asked with a chuckling:

"I guess the little beggar in Heishan County has suffered a lot of hardships and worked hard all the way to this day, right?"

"Another bowl of tofu brain!"

Yang Yu suddenly spoke and ordered another bowl of tofu brain:

"It's sweet!"

“Haha~”

The old man's smile slightly reduced:

"If I am you, I must drink nectar, eat delicacies, sleep with beauties, and wake up with great power! If not, how can I be worthy of my hard work along the way?"

"Niuju food, what people want."

Yu Yang nodded.

Some choose, which one wants to eat dirt?

There are countless delicacies and many fine wines in this world. He is not an ascetic monk, and he naturally has his desires.

"Who is me? You should have some guesses in your mind."

The old man stroked his long beard with his hand and said lightly:

"I still have a daughter in my family, named Yan, who is only 28 years old, has a dignified appearance, and is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but only lacks a good match..."

"Gold, silver, wealth, food, nectar, women's rights... just by these alone, would you want to win over Yang?"

Yang Yu was not in a state of turmoil, but he wanted to laugh:

"It seems that Lord Xiao's aura is still a little smaller..."

With his martial arts today, whether it is gold, silver, wealth, or women's rights, as long as he thinks, it is not something that is within his reach, but it is definitely not something that cannot be obtained.

What made him even more laughing was the attitude of this old guy.

Perhaps he had been in a high position for a long time, or was born as a nobleman, so he didn't know how to win over people.

Even though he promised many benefits, Yang Yu did not feel any kindness in him.

Some are indifference and contempt, as well as a touch of excellent murderous intent hidden by him.

"You have good talents and a small skill, but so what? How about you, the weight of you alone, is the accumulation of more than ten generations of us?"

Xiao Zhan's face disappeared without a smile, and replaced by the solemn oppression of the mountain:

"You have made great contributions several times, but they are just bronze seals. Do you know that for the same contribution, can I send you to the headquarters of Kyoto Liushenmen?"

The old man's voice was neither high nor low, but others seemed to be unable to hear it at all. The hawker who was fiddling with food was trembling and sweating on his forehead.

Without asking, we can tell that the diners on this street are all their subordinates.

"Power, status..."

Yang Yu gently stirred the tofu brain in the bowl:

"so what?"

"A corrupt scholar who has lost his power cannot give you what you want, but I, Xiao family, can give you more."

Xiao Zhan tapped on the desktop and said lightly:

"You are a smart person and you should know how to choose."

While he was talking, he was always looking at the young man separated by a table.

He has seen too many young people from poor and talented backgrounds. No matter what their appearance, they have a desire to surpass ordinary people in power and status.

But what made him frown slightly was that the person opposite seemed unmoved.

"Indeed, I always thought I was a smart person, and you were right."

Yu Yang nodded in agreement.

When Xiao Zhan's expression was slightly slower, the tone changed again:

"But I refuse!"

reject!

"Everyone has his own ambitions, and it is impossible to force it."

Xiao Zhan sighed slightly, as if he didn't want to persuade him anymore, he pressed the table lightly and stood up:

"Eat slowly, there are not many opportunities!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Many diners who sat down also stood up, glanced at Yang Yu coldly, and followed closely behind.

"I haven't answered what you asked before."

Xiao Zhan paused slightly, turned around indifferently, and looked at the young man who was eating tofu brain slowly.

"oh?"

"You ask me, how about my weight alone compared to the accumulation of more than ten generations? I will answer you..."

After slowly finishing the last bite of the pancake, Yang Yu put down the silver and stood up. He swept over everyone and landed on Xiao Zhan.

The tone is light, and it is like a heavy stone falling to the ground:

"You guys deserve to compete with me too?"

call!

On the long street, it suddenly became quiet, and the needles were almost gone.

The eyes of several vendors became horrified.

The eyes of the diners flashed with shock and anger, and murderous intent.

Xiao Zhan looked coldly. After a long time, he turned around and left. He could not see his expression. He only heard loud laughter rumbling echoing:

"Hahaha! This sentence will be engraved on your tombstone!"

call!

The long street has been quiet for a long time.

Xiao Zhan and others were no longer visible, and the eyes of the vendors and diners were still on Yang Yu, as if they were looking at someone dead.

At Tianlang Pass, killing is strictly prohibited.

But it doesn't mean that no one will die.

I couldn't help but talk a lot.

"Who is this person? I dare to talk to Lord Xiao like this..."

"Oh, what a pity. I'm going to die at a young age, but I'm afraid the old man in my family will send a black hair person."

"Mr. Xiao dares to offend these young people now..."

...

Yu Yang had a good hearing and naturally could hear the comments coming from behind him.

But he didn't care much. After leaving the long street, he went straight to the many blacksmith shops that placed the order yesterday.

There are much more blacksmith shops in Tianlang Pass than in Qingzhou City, and there are all kinds of iron ore and iron, and the blacksmiths have a lot of superb skills.

However, Yang Yu naturally didn't need them to build weapons.

After arriving, I chose a furnace and started to repair the arrows.

Yes, fix the arrows.

The role of the military and armored artifacts is to accumulate continuously, and it is not feasible to change frequently.

Therefore, the ancestors of the Qixuan Gate practiced the "Hundred-step Flying Sword" rather than the "Flying Arrow".

"After this matter, it's time to make a knife for yourself."

Amid the sound of the thumping of Mars, Yang Yu flashed his thoughts.

The art of wise armor seems inconspicuous, but in fact, a weapon with the same spirituality can greatly improve the combat power of warriors.

Just like the King of Zhao of the Western Palace, Zhang Xuanba.
To be continued...