Chapter 23 18. Young man, I think your bones are lighter than...
Chapter 23 18. Young man, I think your bones are very light, so you might as well be.
Labor is a man who can wrestle with a pride of lions. Are you such a brave old man?
The old man stood there motionless, like a needle in the sea, holding Xuan Hao's wrist with his hand.
Gan! This is not Heli! Why is this old man so strong? Xuanhao pulled his hand with a blushing face, but it was of no use at all.
"Huh?" The old man frowned when he felt Xuan Hao's struggle, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger. This was the first time he met a young man with such brute strength. He was really energetic.
"It's great to be young." The old man sighed as he looked at the young boy in front of him.
"What a shame..." Xuan Hao was speechless.
Damn it, I've run into a tough situation. How can I not keep my shoes wet when I often walk along the river?
Who is this old man? Is he a mixed-race? Are ordinary mixed-races so strong, or are there high-blooded hybrids everywhere in this era? It’s so difficult to just catch any old man. Don’t you just want to borrow some money?
, as for this, two big men are having a fight on the street, the impact is very bad.
After pulling for a long time, Xuan Hao finally gave up the struggle, exhaled a breath, and showed an innocent smile to the old man: "Old man, please leave a line in your life so that we can meet each other in the future. Listen to my advice and let me go as soon as possible. Otherwise, I will be killed."
you!"
This young man is full of energy and always talks in one way. Fortunately, he is a big-hearted man and is not as knowledgeable as a boy. The old man smiled, stretched out his hand and took back the wallet in Xuan Hao's hand, but the other man
One hand didn't move at all.
I looked up and down and saw that this boy was ragged but had fine skin and tender flesh. It seemed that he must have been a young master of some family. This world is not easy: "Little brother, where are you from?"
"???" Xuan Hao was confused. Didn't the old man understand his threat? "Let's let go first before we talk, okay?"
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, come on, are you hungry? Master, let me treat you to dinner, let's sit down and have a good chat?"
Good guy, Xuan Hao was panicking at the moment. Could this old man be a human trafficker? Would he faint from joy if he knew that my organs could regenerate? The question now is, what should I do if this old man is very strong and can't run away?
?Why don't you just chop your hands off and give them to him, and we can run away first?
But it’s hard to operate with only one blade in my hand...
When the old man saw Xuan Hao lowering his head and not answering him, he felt a little helpless. In this world, it would be wrong to trust him easily.
"If you don't want to be arrested and locked up, come with me." The old man let go of his hand and led the way with his hands behind his back.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned around and reminded: "Don't even think about running away, no one can escape from my grasp."
The old man is full of confidence, and the word confidence is almost written on his face.
"Sun (a kind of star)! So arrogant? Who is afraid of whom?" Xuan Hao's face was dark. What he was most afraid of was being locked up. If you don't die, you won't be released from prison. If you eat, you can eat. He is not afraid of this old man drugging him.
, except when sleeping, his spirit has never been confused.
There was a small inn on the roadside. It was said to be an inn, but in fact it was just a small shabby wooden house. There was air leakage from everywhere, and a rag curtain was drawn at the door. Xuan Hao wondered, could this old man be a poor man? It was so shabby to treat him to a meal.
There were several shabby low tables in the room, with four legs of different lengths. They were all supported by stones to make them stable. There were also shabby benches beside them, which could only be said to be barely large enough to sit on.
But the business here is surprisingly good, which makes Xuan Hao even more suspicious whether this is some kind of den. But listening to the conversation of these people, it seems that they are really chatting about home affairs.
In the corner, there are two people, an old man and a young man. The old man is dressed like a rich man, and this young man? The beggar? Just stares at each other, a harmonious picture. To outsiders, it seems that this man is attracted to him.
This handsome young man.
Xuan Hao was eating the rice in his hand with each mouthful. How should I put it? The rice was too grassy and unpalatable. The same was true for the vegetables. Wasn't there any salt?
He dared to open a restaurant here, and the business was so good, but it was understandable, after all, times were different. Alas, he actually started to read the food cooked by his sister.
"How is it? It's not to your liking?" The old man looked at the young man in front of him, who looked like he had no love but still kept eating. He said a little funny. It seemed that he was a young master from a wealthy family and he couldn't get used to eating this.
"Well... as long as you can eat it, I don't care." Xuan Hao put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, "Anyway, thank you very much. The kindness of a meal will be greatly appreciated in the future."
He thought it was strange at first, but he didn't expect that the old man actually invited him to dinner, even though it was a bit shabby.
"Thank you." 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 also knew how to save food. Mr. Yuan said that food should not be wasted. It is rare. Maybe this old man is really a good person, even though he looks a bit fierce.
While drinking tea, the old man put his hand on the table and tapped his index finger on the table. Looking at the people coming and going outside, they all looked pale and extremely weak. Opium is harmful to people. In this world, when will
This is the end. I don't know if my old bones can be of any use.
Xuanhao licked the plate clean and looked at the old man: "Old man, what are you thinking about?"
The old man came back to his senses, took a sip of tea, looked at Xuan Hao, and his eyes lit up.
He raised the corner of his mouth: "Little brother, I think you have a light frame and are a martial arts prodigy. Are you interested in learning martial arts from me?"
"???" Xuan Hao was confused again, no, why did he start cheating? The old man here is really a personal trafficker.
"Old man, are you kidding?" Xuan Hao asked.
To be honest, the old man just asked casually. Although he was almost certain that they were the same kind based on the strength the young man showed just now, he didn't think the young man in front of him could immediately agree to him: "No."
"I never like to joke. You have seen my power just now. How about it? Are you interested in joining me and becoming my disciple?" The old man looked serious, and it really didn't look like he was joking.
He is already over fifty years old, has no children at home, and has no descendants of his martial arts. In addition, people in the court seem to be colluding with hybrids recently. The world will be in chaos again at some point. If he has an apprentice, even if he is dead by then.
, this mantle can also have a legacy.
We went out for a walk and met each other on the road. This boy is considered to be destined to me.
Moreover, this kind of brute strength that surprised him was not found in all mixed-race species, and it suited him very well.
If you cultivate it well, you may be able to change this corrupt world in the future, but you still need to polish it.
"Old man, what's your name? We've never met you, and you want to take me as your disciple?" Xuan Hao said angrily.
"My surname is Li, and they all call me Master Li," the old man said.
"Where's the name? Name!" Xuan Hao said reluctantly.
"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.