Father's love is like a mountain

Chapter 145

When Simao and others came to the river, they happened to see the back of "Mr. Han".

They had been mentally prepared to search for a while by the river.

I didn't expect to see it as soon as I came.

For a while, they didn't know whether it was their luck that they just found the river section where "Mr. Han" was, or whether "Mr. Han" predicted that they were coming from this direction and waited here deliberately.

"Mr. Han" conjured a fishing rod out of nowhere, fishing there.

"Here we come." Xia Yongchu didn't turn his head when he heard the footsteps of several children, but only greeted him lightly.

He had known for a long time that they had passed the initial test.

If they confide in other little beggars, or stay out of loyalty, they are not qualified.

A person who does not cherish opportunities will not be favored by opportunities.

If they ignore other little beggars and leave directly, they are also disqualified.

Xia Yongchu believes that it is difficult for people who are too cool to cultivate intimacy.

Although Xia Yongchu is not worried about being backlashed.

But the degree of intimacy is not up to standard, and you can't provide feedback to yourself. What is the use of such a adopted son?
Xia Yongchu appreciated Si Mao's approach.

Able to be a qualified tool man.

Yes, Xia Yongchu adopted sons and daughters in this round, and he was positioned as a "tool man".

Unlike civil and military heroes and Lan Zhi, who were raised from childhood, their feelings will naturally not be so deep.

But to increase intimacy, it doesn't have to be a deep relationship - this is what he has learned in recent years.

"Father..." Seeing Xia Yongchu's displeasure, Si Mao knew that the heat was not enough, so he tactfully changed his address, "Mr. Han, the matter has been settled, thank you for waiting for us for so long. From now on, the few of us Just follow you."

Although Si Mao is smart, he has never read a book after all, and his speech is full of market taste.

But Xia Yongchu didn't mind.

Nurturing the body, moving the qi, these can all be changed.

And—tool man, what elegance and extravagance do you want?
As long as you can pile up the intimacy, provide yourself with points continuously, and exchange for yourself pills, items, adventures, proficiency in immortal cultivation skills, and combat proficiency... then you are a good tool person.

It was still early at this time, Xia Yongchu picked up the fishing rod, threw the baited fish back into the river, and put the magic-grade fishing rod that once belonged to Meng Xiangzi into the storage bag.

"Which gang is the strongest around here?"

Xia Yongchu did not directly ask these children about the history, geography, and humanities of this world.

Although he would like to know.

But to ask the little beggar these questions is tantamount to asking the blind.

The little beggars have already exhausted their efforts just to live every day. How can they have time to learn these useless knowledge?

Of course, this "useless" is for little beggars.

For them, the most useful thing is "whole grains", which can help them survive.

When the social status reaches a certain level, the knowledge of history, geography, and humanities is extremely important. These knowledge belong to the basis for the ruling class to govern the country.

And asking "Which gang is the strongest" is naturally not because Xia Yongchu wants to do a business without money, but because he wants to "hide in the middle of the market".

As for "Great Hermit in the Court", he had thought about it, but dismissed it.

First, the operation is not easy and takes too long.

And I don't know if the official of this world has any connection with the cultivator, he doesn't want to act rashly.

As a monk sent from the "lower realm", Xia Yongchu didn't know what the practitioners in this world thought about the "lower realm" and what measures to take.

He is not sure whether this world is the "Upper Realm" that Meng Xiangzi said.

So he dared not reveal his identity.

What if the monks in this world are not friendly to the lower realm, and after being exposed, they are hunted down by the whole world?
So he decided to find a gang to settle down temporarily, inquire about the news, and then decide on his future behavior.

In addition to finding a way to go back, Xia Yongchu also wanted to get some evil spirits that he needed.

When he was in the lower realm, he searched for it for several years, and some of the evil spirits he needed were completely unheard of. Perhaps the cultivation resources in the lower realm were relatively poor.

He even thought about whether to let it go, not to let the nine gangs and eighteen evil spirits break through.

But this time, since he had the opportunity to come to the new world, he naturally had to try his luck.

As for why you want to find a gang to live in?
Because of the dynamic social organization, which has connections with all three religions and nine streams, it is the most well-informed organization...

Si Mao dare not ignore the question of "Mr. Han".

He muttered a few words with his friends before saying, "Mr. Han, the strongest gang in Linqiong Mansion as we know is the Qiongming Gang in Fucheng. Mr. Han, is there anything wrong with this Qiongming Gang?"

He saw that Mr. Han's expression became weird.

Of course Xia Yongchu would not say that he remembered a novel with a special taste, "It's nothing, I just think the name is quite strange. If it's a sect, it's fine to call it the Qiongming sect. But a gang, called the Qiongming gang, really... weird."

"Is it weird? That's really weird." Si Mao definitely has the potential to lick dogs, "Mr. Han, are you planning to kill the leader of the Qiongming gang, and become the leader yourself?"

"You are so young, why is your head full of beatings and killings?" Xia Yongchu didn't think the little beggar's hair was dirty, so he rubbed his head. Anyway, his cultivation base is high enough, and his skin will automatically cleanse soon, "Fucheng is here Which direction?"

"I've heard people say, it seems to be in the north, right?" Simao pointed in one direction.

Douzi and Xiaomi also nodded, "I've heard of it too, it's right in the north."

Xia Yongchu's eyes were a little weird, "Then why are you pointing to the south?"

"..."

Xia Yongchu didn't say much.

For these little beggars, the skill tree points are all related to survival, and there is nothing wrong with them in other aspects.

"Let's go to the county first, find a place for you to bathe and change into clean clothes."

Two hours later, the children were completely new.

People depend on clothes. Although they are thin and small due to perennial malnutrition, and their complexion is sallow, they look more or less handsome and pleasing.

Unlike before, unkempt and unkempt, others would cover their noses when they saw them approaching.

"I feel like I've never been so clean. I can't find a single flea." Xiaomi whispered to Si Mao.

"Me too. This is the first time I've worn new clothes since I can remember. It feels... pretty good. Xiaomi, we must work hard to get Mr. Han to accept us as adopted sons and daughters. I think Mr. Han also He likes us very much, we have a great chance!"

Although they spoke in a low voice, how could they hide it from Xia Yongchu.

But Xia Yongchu didn't care at all.

With a few little ones, Shi Shiran came to one of the busiest restaurants, sat down by the window on the second floor, and ordered a large table of dishes.

The waiter of the restaurant saw that his clothes were of excellent material, his temperament was outstanding, he looked full of nobility, and his hand was generous, so he treated him hospitablely.

Xia Yongchu asked some questions seemingly casually. The restaurant waiter knew a lot of gossip, but it provided Xia Yongchu with some references.

When the food came, the children ate happily, Xia Yongchu only ate a few chopsticks to taste the taste, then picked up the wine glass and sipped slowly, seemingly bored, but actually listening to the conversation of the guests in the whole restaurant.

After a meal, Xia Yongchu had a basic understanding of many things in this world.

Even heard some talk about the Qiongming Gang.

The people in this small place don't have much knowledge, they all think that the Qiongming Gang, which dominates in Fucheng, is the number one gang in the world, and there are so many masters.

Xia Yongchu heard several tables of guests talk about how the Qiongming Gang has all hands and eyes, and black and white eat everything; they talk about the Qiongming Gang's five great protectors, rookie eight horses, and mysterious offerings.

This information may not be accurate, but it can help Xia Yongchu make a preliminary judgment.

It seems that there should be no practitioners enshrined in the Qiongming gang.

In this world, the knowledge of practitioners is more common.

It seems that practitioners don't shy away from appearing in front of ordinary people, but usually they don't like ordinary people, they are too lazy to deal with them, and they don't deliberately avoid them.

Unlike the lower world, ordinary people feel that practitioners are legends. Most practitioners are hidden from the world. Even if they appear in the secular world, they will find ways to hide their identities. , can vaguely come into contact with some information about practitioners.

Xia Yongchu got enough news in the restaurant, and the children got a round belly.

That night, they stayed in the county seat for one night, and the next day they rented a carriage and headed to Fucheng.

If you want to travel quickly, Xia Yongchu will take them to run faster than renting a carriage.

However, he just happened to see the customs and customs of this place along the way, and understand some basic conditions, so as not to get the Fucheng, his eyes will be smeared.

After arriving in Fucheng, Xia Yongchu easily inquired about the residences of several important figures in the Qiongming Gang - although for ordinary people, this is a secret that is difficult to touch.

But Xia Yongchu only needs to use a few small spells.

Although he was seriously injured and his strength was not one in ten, it was not impossible for him to cast spells.

After inquiring clearly, he found an inn and accommodated several children.

In the middle of the night, he quietly left the inn.

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Xiang Pu hugged Xinna's concubine, sleeping soundly, when suddenly a warning sign woke him up.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and quickly reached for the sword beside the bed—as a warrior, he trusted his intuition very much, and this intuition had saved him countless times.

Even if he can't figure out what happened in a daze, but he instinctively finds a weapon and gathers his true energy when he encounters a warning sign. Only in this way can he complete his self-rescue.

But when he stretched out his hand, he found nothing.

Xiang Pu immediately shuddered and sat up, the cold air irritated his skin, coupled with the feeling of horror, he quickly got goose bumps all over his body.

The beautiful little concubine was having a good dream, she groaned dissatisfiedly, turned around and continued to sleep.

Xiang Pu, however, quickly regained consciousness as if being drenched from head to toe by a bucket of ice water.

He didn't dare to move, and he didn't dare to make any sound.

There was only a black figure, about five steps away from him, admiring his sword in the dim light.

Even in the dark, the sword still exudes a gleaming light, it is a rare magic weapon, it cuts iron like mud, and it has an excellent transmission of true energy.

Such a sword is naturally expensive, costing him thousands of gold.

Xiang Pu's heart was beating wildly.

At the juncture of life and death, he realized that he was old and no longer used to the days of licking blood with a knife.

Seeing the mysterious person who suddenly appeared in his room at this time, his first thought was not to fight to the death, but how to stabilize the other party, how to compromise...

Xiang Pu regained his composure, and said in a low voice: "The sword is given to the hero, if you like it, this sword worth thousands of gold will be yours."

The mysterious man smiled, "A gentleman does not take what others like."

The voice sounded very young.

Xiang Po was a little shocked.

Such a young voice...is actually a master of opening pulse?The reason why Xiang Pu was sure that this young man was a master at the level of opening the pulse was because he himself was a rare master at the level of opening the pulse.

This person can touch him silently, and he can't even find his head off, so he must be a master above Kaimai!

It may even be nuanced!

The man walked two steps closer, threw the sword casually, and flew in front of Xiang Pu, turned the hilt upside down, Xiang Pu stretched out his hand to hold it, feeling a little relieved.

"I don't know what your friend is doing here late at night. If your friend needs anything, feel free to ask. I, Xiang, have always been straightforward and generous with my friends in the world."

Xiang Pu quietly changed his name.

At this moment, he could already see the face of the visitor. Although most of it was hidden in the shadows, the part that could be seen was indeed a young hero with fine and smooth skin, sword eyebrows and star eyes.

With such kung fu at such a young age, God knows what forces are behind it?
Maybe it was cultivated by some old monster, or sent by some big force.

So even if the magic weapon was in hand and he had confidence in his heart, Xiang Pu didn't want to do it.

What's more, this person's skill might be much higher than his own?It is even difficult for him to lock the opponent's aura!
Xiang Pu added: "If a friend is just passing by, please be sure to inform the address. After dawn, Xiang will definitely come to visit with a gift."

The one who came was naturally Xia Yongchu.

Seeing that the fire is almost ready, there is no need to create a tense atmosphere, so as not to make enemies, he smiled, "I'm really just passing by, and I heard that Bo Yuntian, a member of the Xiang Gang, has excellent martial arts, so I'm here to visit. See you tonight, as expected There are no worthless people under the fame, and Gang Leader Xiang is indeed extraordinary."

"It's already late at night, and I don't want to be abrupt. Wait until dawn, and I'll come to the door to see you in an upright manner."

Xiang Pu immediately changed his address again, and said with a smile: "What are you asking for? Brother Yu wants to meet Brother Yu. It is Brother Yu's honor. After dawn, Brother Yu will be waiting for you at the Bright Hall!"

"Then come back again." Xia Yongchu flicked away and disappeared.

Xiang Pu let out a heavy breath, touched it with his backhand, and his back was covered with cold sweat.

He was a little frightened and ashamed for a while, thinking about whether he should gather the best hands in the gang in the morning to encircle this person.

But just thinking about it, he dismissed this unrealistic idea again.

Since the other party has shown favor, why bother to force the other party into hostility?

Although he was a little displeased with this person's dismissal, Xiang Pu was a person who could afford to let go, so as long as this kind of thing didn't get out and made him lose face, he shouldn't get into it.

(End of this chapter)