Chapter 2 Green Bull Town - Mortal Cultivation Biography

 

This is a small city. It is said that the small city is actually just a larger town. It is also called Qingniu Town. Only those natives who live in the nearby ravines and have little knowledge can “Qingniucheng” and “Qingniucheng”. Keep calling. This is what Zhang Er said in the heart of Men Ding after more than ten years.

Qingniu Town is indeed small. The main street has only one Qingniu Street from east to west, and even the inn has only one Qingniu Inn. The inn is located at the western end of the long-shaped town. Can live here.

Now there is a carriage that has driven a lot of roads from the west. It drove into Qingniu Town from the west and drove quickly past the gate of Qingniu Inn. It stopped and drove to the other end of the town, Chunxiang Restaurant. Before the door, he stopped.

Chunxiang Restaurant is not too big or even old, but it has a quaint charm. Because it’s lunch time, there are still many customers in the restaurant, almost full of seats.

From the car, a fat man with a round face and a moustache and a dark-skinned, ten-year-old child, the man swaggered into the restaurant with the child. Some regular customers in the restaurant recognized Fatty and knew that he was “Fatty Han”, the shopkeeper of this restaurant, but no one knew who the child was.

“Lao Han, this black boy looks a lot like you, isn’t it the son you gave birth to with the mother-in-law on your back?” Someone suddenly joked.

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone beside him laughed loudly.

“Bah, this is my nephew brought by my family, of course he looks a bit like me.” Not only was the fat man not angry, he was also a little proud.

These two people drove three days in a row, and Han Li, who had just entered the town, and his third uncle referred to them as “Fatty Han”.

Fatty Han greeted several regular customers, and took Han Li to the back of the restaurant to a small remote courtyard.

“Xiao Li, take a good rest in this room and keep your spirits up. When the steward of the inner door comes, I will call you over. I will go out first and greet a few regular customers.” Fatty Han pointed to the yard. The wing room, said to him kindly.

After speaking, he turned and hurriedly walked out.

When he arrived at the door, he seemed to feel a little uneasy, and he ordered again.

“Don’t run around, there are too many people in the town, don’t get lost, it’s best not to leave the yard.”

“kindness”

Seeing Han Li’s honest promise, he walked out with confidence.

When Han Li saw his third uncle walked out of the house, he felt very tired, so he fell to the bed and fell asleep. There was no feeling that a child was afraid of life.

In the evening, a small servant brought the food, although it was not a big fish, it was delicious. After eating, a young man walked in again and took the leftover rice bowl out. Then the third uncle walked in calmly.

“How about it? The food is to your appetite, right? I’m a little homesick.”

“Well, I thought about it a little bit.” Han Lixian was very well-behaved.

The third uncle seemed to be satisfied with Han Li’s answer, and then chatted with him some idiots, bragging about some interesting things that he had experienced. Gradually, Han Li no longer felt restrained, and he started talking and laughing.

In this way, two consecutive days passed.

On the third day, when Han Li finished his dinner and was waiting for his third uncle to tell him the story of Jianghu, another carriage stopped in front of the restaurant.

The carriage is covered with black paint and shiny black hair. The driver is also an uncommon yellow-breasted horse. The most noticeable thing is that a small triangular black flag with the word “Xuan” rusted is inserted on the carriage frame. , The silver letter and the red border, naturally reveal an indescribable mystery.

Seeing this small flag, all veterans who walked hundreds of miles around this area knew that the “Seven Profound Gates”, one of the two overlords of this place, had important figures visiting the local area.

The “Seven Profound Gates”, also called “Seven Jue Gates”, were founded by the famous “Seven Masters” two hundred years ago. They once dominated Jingzhou for decades, and even penetrated several prefectures close to Jingzhou. The entire country of Vietnam has also gained a reputation. However, since the death of the “Seven Masters”, the forces of the “Seven Profound Gates” have plummeted, and other sects have joined forces to squeeze out the capital of Jingzhou, Jingzhou City. A hundred years ago, Zongmen was forced to relocate to Xianxia Mountain, the most remote place in Jingzhou. Since then, it has taken root and settled down everywhere, becoming a third-rate local power.

There is a saying that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. After all, the Seven Profound Gate was once a martial sect, and its potential is still not trivial. When I came to Caixia Mountain, I immediately controlled a dozen small towns, including “Qingniu Town”, and had three to four thousand disciples. He was one of the two real hegemons in the local area.

The only other local force that can contend with the Seven Profound Sects is the “Wild Wolf Gang”.

The predecessor of the wild wolf gang was a group of horse thieves who burned, killed, and looted in Jingzhou. Later, after several official encirclements and suppressions, some of them accepted the government’s enlistment, and the other part of the horse thieves became the wild wolf gang. The strength was passed down at the same time, so Qixuanmen was often at a disadvantage when confronted with the wild wolf gang.

Although there are many towns and towns under the control of the Wild Wolf Gang, they are not able to operate. In terms of abundance, they are far less than the towns under the Qixuanmen. The wild wolf gang is very eager for the wealthier sites under the Qixuan Sect. Recently, it often provokes conflicts between the two. This has caused headaches for the current Qixuan Sect master. This has also become the Qixuan Sect’s repeated expansion in recent years. The main reason for the inner disciple.

A thin, forty-year-old man jumped from the carriage. This man was agile, obviously not weak, and seemed to be familiar with it. He strode straight to the house where Han Li was.

As soon as Uncle Han Li saw this man, he respectfully stepped forward and gave a salute.

“Wang Hufa, why did your old man bring people here in person”

“Humph” Wang Hufa snorted coldly, with an arrogant expression on his face.

“During this period of time, the road is not peaceful. We must strengthen our defense. The elder ordered me to lead the people personally. Don’t talk nonsense. This kid is the one you want to recommend.”

“Yes, yes, this is my nephew, and I hope that Wang Hufa will take more care of him on the road.”

When Fatty Han saw the man’s expression a little impatient, he quickly took out a heavy bag from his body and passed it secretly.

Wang Hufa sacked the bag, his expression loosened slightly.

“Fatty Han, you are quite good at being a human being. Your nephew will take care of me on the road. It’s getting late, so let’s hurry up.”

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