The Greatest Uncle of All Heavens

Chapter 165 The Beggar's Cook

In the arena of knights, there are many gangs, such as Shaolin and Wudang, but there is no beggar gang.

However, in the past few years, a gang of beggars has suddenly popped up. Not only are there a large number of people, but there are also many masters in the gang. Only in his 20s, with a mysterious origin, but with high martial arts skills.Some people even said that Cheng Wuxue trained all the young masters in the upper echelons of the beggar gang.

In the past few years, the rapidly rising Beggars' Gang naturally inevitably clashed with other gangs, but in the battles, they always win more than lose. Several young elders and helmsmen of the Beggars' Gang have gradually emerged in the arena , claim to fame.However, their leader rarely makes a move.

Most of the people in Jianghu only heard of Cheng Wuxue's name, and those who had never met him knew what he looked like, and very few of them knew what he looked like.

"It turned out to be the leader of the Cheng clan. I didn't expect that your beggar gang would also want the Xuantie Token." In a deep voice, a short and thin old man came to the side of the tall man in black.

The old cake seller didn't care so much, after being surprised, he shouted angrily again and rushed towards Cheng Wuxue. Wuxue shook his head slightly, grabbed the wooden stick next to him, and the wooden stick in his hand turned into Several afterimages hit the vital points on the arm, leg and chest of the old baker respectively, causing him to fall limply to the ground.

"What, you still want to snatch it? Don't you want to die for a mere black iron order?" Looking at the tall man in black and the short and thin old man eager to try behind him, Cheng Wuxue sneered.

Seeing that Cheng Wuxue took care of the old cake seller so simply and neatly, they couldn't help but slightly changed their expressions and became a little apprehensive.The key point is that behind Cheng Wuxue there is the Beggar Gang. Although their Golden Knife Village is well-known in the Jianghu, they can't fight against the beggar gang with a large number of people and many masters!What's more, Cheng Wuxue alone is beyond their ability to deal with.

So, they wisely chose to leave.Cheng Wuxue was still sitting there, eating sesame cakes, looking casually at the little black iron token in his hand, then lightly shook his head and looked at the old man lying on the ground gritted his teeth unwilling to look at him: "You Wanting the Black Tie Order is nothing more than asking Xie Yanke to help you do something that you can't do yourself. But this thing is not necessarily something that only Xie Yanke can do in the world. You beg me, no Is it the same?"

"Are you willing to help me?" The old cake seller couldn't help being stunned when he heard it, and then he looked at Cheng Wuxue in disbelief and asked in a deep voice, "What conditions do you have for helping me?"

Cheng Wuxue shrugged noncommittally and smiled, "What do you have? Your old life is worthless!"

The old cake seller couldn't help lowering his head sadly when he heard the words, but at this moment, Cheng Wuxue suddenly said: "However, your skill in making cakes is not bad, so follow me from now on and be my cook." , it can be regarded as giving full play to the residual heat, so as not to have nothing to do in the rest of my life and live a boring life."

"Dangdang your cook?" The old cake seller raised his head and stared at Cheng Wuxue in astonishment.To be a cook for a beggar may sound ridiculous.But if this beggar has high martial arts skills and is the leader of the beggar gang, it doesn't seem so ridiculous.

Regardless of whether the old cake seller agreed or not, Cheng Wuxue picked up a wooden stick at the side and beat him a few times to release his acupuncture points, and then ordered: "Give me pancakes."

"You ate seven or eight deep-fried dough sticks and more than a dozen biscuits, and you're still not full?" the old cake seller couldn't help but said when he got up and stood up.

"Nonsense, have you ever seen a beggar who is full?" Cheng Wuxue gave him an angry look.

When he first came to this world, he was really just a little beggar, a little beggar who starved to death.Since then, eating has become the happiest thing in the world for him.How to get food with a group of little beggars has become something he has to think about every day.And that gang of little beggars became his team, and thus came into being the current beggar gang.

Although most of the rumors in the arena are not true, but the rumors about those young high-ranking masters of the Beggar Gang who were trained by Cheng Wuxue are genuine.However, due to talent, the group of little beggars who followed Cheng Wuxue at the beginning, now have high and low achievements.

But no matter what, no matter how poor their talents are, as long as Cheng Wuxue is willing to train them, they can gain some fame in the world.After all, Cheng Wuxue has memories of several worlds, and has countless martial arts cheats in his head, and his understanding of martial arts is not comparable to that of the first-tier masters in the world.Those little beggars are really lucky in three lives to be taught by him, and they have accumulated blessings in the previous life.

The old cake seller was speechless, so he had to obediently order the pancakes
Cheng Wuxue suddenly turned his head to look at the corner outside the store, and saw a little beggar about twelve or thirteen years old watching him swallow his saliva, to be precise, he was watching the leftover half of the biscuit in his hand.Dazed for a moment, Cheng Wuxue smiled dumbly, and ordered the old cake seller to bring him two sesame cakes.

The old biscuit seller responded, grabbed two biscuits with iron tongs and handed them to the little beggar.Seeing the way the little beggar wolfed down the pancakes after receiving them, Cheng Wuxue looked a little dazed, then took off a wine gourd hanging from his waist, opened it and raised his head to take a sip of the wine. The old cake seller who was busy by the oven couldn't help sniffing, and turned around to look greedily at the wine gourd in Cheng Wuxue's hand.

But Cheng Wuxue, who was drinking slowly, seemed to be in a daze, and ignored him at all.Helpless, the old pancake seller had no choice but to turn around in embarrassment and continue working on pancakes.

Time passed quietly, the sky gradually darkened, and after an unknown amount of time, a brisk sound of horseshoes awakened Cheng Wuxue, who was drinking silently as if absent-minded.He turned his head and looked over, and saw two magnificent horses galloping forward, one was completely black with snow-white hooves, the other was completely white with black hooves, and they were two rare good horses.

Immediately there was a man and a woman, a rare man and woman dressed in black, and a woman in white, both in their 30s, with extraordinary temperament, they looked like a couple, holding swords in their hands, they should be from the Jianghu.

The man in black rode forward, looked at the old cake seller who was busy by the oven and asked, "Are you Wu Daotong?"

"No matter what his name was before, he's just my cook now. The owner of Xuansuzhuang Shizhuang has heard the name of black and white swords for a long time. I have what you and your wife want," Cheng Wuxue said loudly, raising his hand He gestured to the black iron order in his hand.

Seeing the Xuantie Token in Cheng Wuxue's hand, Shi Qing, a man in black shirt with bright eyes, was about to step forward, when suddenly shouts sounded, a group of people in white robes rushed over from all directions, and in a blink of an eye, the little sesame seed fried dough sticks were thrown away The store was surrounded.

"Senior Brother Geng?" Seeing the burly white-robed man at the head, Shi Qing was stunned, and couldn't help but hastily stepped forward and cupped his hands: "Unexpectedly, the Snow Mountain faction also came."

"Master Shizhuang, they didn't come here for Xuan Tie Ling, but to forward it to you and your wife," Cheng Wuxue laughed while playing with Xuan Tie Ling.

Seeing the Black Tie Token in Cheng Wuxue's hands, Geng Wanzhong, the leader of the Xueshan faction, couldn't help but change his face slightly, and stepped forward to snatch it.

Seeing this, Shi Qing was about to make a move to stop him, but he didn't want a ghostly blue figure to flash out from the diagonal stabbing. At the same time, the sharp sword light lit up, and there was a sound of 'Keng', and Geng Wanzhong, who hastily drew his sword to block, couldn't help but trembled all over. A little embarrassed backed away.

(End of this chapter)