Labor and capital are men who can fight with the lion group. Are you so brave?

The old man stood still, like a Dinghai Sword Needle, holding Xuan Hao's wrist with his hand.

Damn! It's not like this! Why is this old man so strong? Xuan Hao held his hand with a blushing face, but it was useless at all.

"Huh?" The old man felt Xuan Hao's struggle and frowned, and the force on his hands became stronger and stronger. This was the first time he had met a young man with such great brute force. He was so energetic.

"It's so good to be young." The old man sighed at the young boy in front of him.

"You're so sorry..." Xuan Hao was speechless.

Damn it, I encountered a tough guy. I wouldn’t be able to get my shoes wet when I walk by the river often.

What is this old man from? Is the mixed-race species? Is the ordinary mixed-race species so powerful? Or is it that there are mixed-race species with high bloodlines in this era? It is so difficult to catch an old man. Isn’t it just borrowing some money? As for this, the two big men are pulling and pulling on the street, which is a bad impact.

After pulling for a long time, Xuan Hao finally gave up struggling, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and showed an innocent smile to the old man: "Old man, life is not easy, otherwise, how about you, let me go? We meet in the mountains and rivers, and we will repay you for the grace of a drop of water next day!"

The young man spoke in a row. The old man smiled, reached out and took back the purse in Xuan Hao's hand, but his other hand remained motionless.

I looked up and down and saw that this kid was dressed in rags but tender skin. It seemed that he should have been from which family. This world is not easy: "Little brother, where are you from?"

"???" Xuan Hao was confused, "Can we let go first if we have something to say?"

"No, no, come on, come on, are you hungry? I'll treat you to dinner, let's sit down and have a good chat?"

Good guy, Xuan Hao was so nervous at this moment. This old man was not a human trafficker, right? Will he faint if he knew that my organs could be regenerated? The question now is, what should I do if this old man is very strong and can't escape?

The old man saw Xuan Hao lowering his head and not answering him, and he was a little helpless. It was also wrong to believe him easily in this world.

"If you don't want to be arrested by the yamen, come with me." The old man let go of his hands and led the way in front with his hands on his back.

Suddenly, I thought of something and turned around and reminded me: "Don't think about slipping away, no one can escape from my palm."

The old man is full of confidence, and the word "confidence" is almost written on his face.

"Sun (a kind of astral body)! So arrogant? Who is afraid of who?" Xuan Hao had a dark face and just had a meal. He was not afraid of this old man drugging him. He had never been confused except for sleeping.

A small inn on the roadside said it was an inn, but in fact it was just a small broken wooden house. There was air leakage everywhere, and a rag curtain was pulled at the door. Xuan Hao thought, is this old man also a poor man? It was so shabby to invite a meal.

There were several broken and short tables in the room, and the four legs were of varying lengths. They were all padded with stones to stabilize. There was an equally worn bench next to it, so I could only say that I could barely sit.

But the business here was unexpectedly good, which made Xuan Hao even more suspicious whether this place was a den. But when these people talked, it seemed that they were really chatting about home.

In the corner, there were two people, one old and one young. The old man dressed like a rich man, and this young man, a beggar, stared at him, with a harmonious picture. To outsiders, it was probably because this master fell in love with this handsome boy.

Xuan Hao digs the rice in his hand every bite. How can I say that the rice is too grassy and unpalatable. The vegetables are the same, isn't salt added? I dare to open a restaurant, and the business is so good, but this is understandable. After all, the times are different. Alas, he actually started to think about the food made by his sister.

"How is it, it's not to fit your appetite?" The old man looked at the boy in front of him, but he still looked like he was eating again, and said with some amusement.

"Well... I can eat it, I don't care." Xuan Hao put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, "No matter what, thank you, thank you for your kindness in the meal, I will thank you again in the future."

He felt strange at first, but he didn't expect that the old man really invited him to a meal, although it was a bit cold.

"I'll be spared thanks." The old man waved his hand, "Continue to eat your food, don't waste food."

"Oh." Xuan Hao picked up the chopsticks again. Unexpectedly, this old man knew how to save food. It was rare. Maybe he was really a good person, although he looked a little more ferocious.

While drinking tea, the old man put his hands on the table and his index finger hit the table. He looked at the people coming and going outside, all of whom were pale and extremely weak, and opium was harmful to people. When will this world end? I don’t know if my old bone can play a role.

Xuan Hao licked the plate clean and looked at the old man: "I said, old man, what are you thinking?"

The old man came to his senses, took a sip of tea, and looked at Xuan Hao, his eyes lit up.

He curled the corners of his mouth: "Little brother, I see that you have a very beautiful bones and are you a martial arts genius. Are you interested in learning martial arts with me?"

"???" Xuan Hao was confused again. No, why did he start to fool him? The old man here is indeed a personal dealer.

"Old man, are you kidding?" Xuan Hao asked.

To be honest, the old man asked casually. Although with the strength the boy had shown just now, he was almost certain that they were of the same kind, but he didn't think the boy in front of him could agree to him immediately: "No."

"I never like to joke. You have seen my strength just now. How about it? Are you interested in joining my disciple and becoming my disciple?" The old man looked serious, and it really didn't seem to be joking.

He is over fifty years old, has no children in his family, has no successors in his martial arts, and the people in the court seem to have colluded with mixed races recently, and the world will be in chaos again. If there is an apprentice, even if he dies, this mantle will have a legacy.

I went out for a walk and met on the road. This kid was also destined to be with me.

Besides, this brute force is not something that everyone has, and it is very suitable for his appetite.

If you train it well, you may be able to change this corrupt world in the future, but you still need to polish it carefully.

"Old man, what's your name? I don't know each other, so I want to accept me as my disciple?" Xuan Hao said unhappily.

"My husband's surname is Li, and they all call me Master Li." said the old man.

"Where is the name? Name!" Xuan Hao refused to give in.

"I forgot... it's all over..." The old man sighed and looked back at the sky outside, with deep eyes as if he didn't want to recall the past.
Chapter completed!