The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Ye Zhibing watched Old Man Jia eat with a smile.

Old man Jia ate a few mouthfuls, and when he noticed that someone was looking at him, he laughed at himself, "Little brother, I'm hungry, you're laughing at me."

Ye Zhibing smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, uncle, there are so many dishes, don't waste them, just eat as much as you want."

Old man Jia laughed, "Okay, okay, then I won't be polite."

After eating for a while, Old Man Jia felt thirsty, so he raised his head and said to Ye Zhibing: "Little brother, what's the taste of eating only vegetables and not drinking? Let's drink some wine."

Ye Zhibing nodded and said with a smile, "Uncle, what kind of wine do you want to drink?"

"Pure grain wine, enough flavor."

Ye Zhibing snapped his fingers, "Uncle is a cheerful person, so drink pure grain wine."

He turned to the angry boy and called, "Waiter, a bottle of pure grain wine."

Although the guy was angry, it was his duty to serve the guests, so he just pouted and took a bottle of pure grain wine and sent it to Ye Zhibing.

Ye Zhibing asked the waiter to open the wine bottle, poured old man Jia a glass of wine, and asked Wu Ping if he wanted to have a drink.

Wu Ping still said that he would go home on the mountain road instead of drinking.

Old man Jia smiled and persuaded Wu Ping: "Brother, I also want to walk the mountain road, drink some wine to refresh myself, it won't get in the way."

After persuasion several times, Wu Ping finally nodded and agreed to have a drink.

Ye Zhibing filled Wu Ping's glass too, and then held up the glass to persuade him to drink.

"Uncle, and Brother Wu, it is fate that we meet by chance, so just have a drink."

Old man Jia shouted loudly: "Young brother is well said, drink."

The three of them took a sip and ate the food.

Ye Zhibing asked old man Jia through his drunkenness: "I heard that uncle was in the Qingyun sect before?"

When old man Jia heard this, he immediately said with high spirits: "That's right. When I was 15 years old, my father sent me to Qingyun Mountain to learn martial arts. I didn't come down until I was 30 to marry a wife and have children. It took me 15 years. I think back then, the elder brother who is in charge of the Qingyun faction is still my elder brother."

Ye Zhibing evaluated old man Jia's words in his heart, but he was not sure if he was telling the truth.

Shangshan has been burning fires in the kitchen of Qingyun School for 15 years, which can be regarded as having 15 years of experience in Qingyun School.

The key is what he was doing in Qingyun faction at that time. Only people from Qingyun faction or people who are familiar with Qingyun faction can know about it.

After thinking about it, Ye Zhibing used the situation he was familiar with to test old man Jia.

"Uncle, is there a powerful person named Huo in the Qingyun sect?"

Old man Jia immediately replied: "Yes, that is Senior Brother Huo, and he is now ranked third. Back then..."

He showed off again how he interacted with these people and how much they respected him.

Before old man Jia could finish his sentence, the man behind him murmured, "Bragging."

Unexpectedly, the sharp-eared old man Jia heard it, and immediately turned cold-faced to teach the buddy: "Why am I bragging? I'm telling the truth, you little boy, you know nothing."

"As far as you know."

The buddy was not convinced, and spoke back.

Old man Jia still wanted to argue, but Ye Zhibing tried to persuade him, "Uncle, forget it, don't be as knowledgeable as young people."

With the steps given by Ye Zhibing, old man Jia borrowed the slope to get down the donkey, and said bitterly, "Look, they are all young people, one is in the sky, one is underground, one is respectable old man, and they don't understand a single fart, huh."

Ye Zhibing advised old man Jia: "Uncle, calm down, let's drink again."

Old man Jia picked up his wine glass and touched Ye Zhibing sullenly, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Ye Zhibing immediately refilled old man Jia.

Old man Jia liked Ye Zhibing more and more the more he watched him. This kid is so sensible and considerate.

He smiled at Ye Zhibing, and asked Ye Zhibing: "Little brother, do you want to go to Qingyun Mountain to learn martial arts? Don't worry, I will write a letter to senior brother, and he will save me face."

Ye Zhibing smiled noncommittally, "Thank you uncle, let's drink."

The two took another sip and continued eating.

Ye Zhibing continued to ask Old Man Jia: "Uncle, I want to go to Qingyun Mountain, but I just don't know how capable the current senior brother of Qingyun Sect is?"

Old man Jia turned on the bragging mode, "Eldest senior brother, needless to say, the number of people in the world who can beat him can be counted on one hand."

Ye Zhibing praised a few words, and asked, "Why is senior brother so powerful?"

Old man Jia just looked up at the sky, as if he was recalling the past.

"Eldest brother is actually suffering a lot. He was picked up from the door by the head of the sect. He didn't even know who his parents were. The head of the sect was both a father and a mother to bring up the elder brother and teach him martial arts. But the elder brother is stable and stable. The talent is extremely high, among so many brothers and sisters, he is unique and unmatched. What a genius!"

Ye Zhibing also praised a few words in cooperation: "The fragrance of plum blossoms really comes from the bitter cold."

Old man Jia lowered his head, looked at Ye Zhibing's face and said, "You are right. Brother, I think you have a very good skeleton, and you are also a prodigy in martial arts. Here I am..."

While talking, old man Jia took out a very old thread-bound book from his pocket, and handed it to Ye Zhibing, "Little brother, this is the secret book of martial arts of the Qingyun sect. With this, you can practice according to it, and within three to five years , is also a master, and seven or eight big men can't do anything about you."

Ye Zhibing smiled and said, "Uncle, thank you..."

Before the words were finished, the man behind suddenly snatched the thread-bound book, flipped through a few pages, and yelled, "I said you are an old liar, this is the same as the one sold to my brother... "

Old man Jia's face turned pale, and he argued: "Of course we need to write more martial arts secret books, otherwise if we accidentally break them, wouldn't they be lost?"

The clerk said unconvinced: "Still cheating, these things are everywhere on the Internet, what kind of cheats are you talking about, and how can you deceive people so righteously?"

"Where is it? Don't talk nonsense. This is the secret of the Qingyun sect. If it weren't for the fate between this little brother and me, I wouldn't give him such a treasure as a thank you gift."

Ye Zhibing knew that what the man said might not be wrong, but he was not a judge, so he didn't need to get involved.

He just wanted to inquire about some things about the Qingyun sect through old man Jia's mouth. As for the truth and falsehood, he only needed to find a few more people to verify each other.

So Ye Zhibing came forward to persuade the fight: "Okay, uncle, and the waiter, everyone, stop arguing."

The guest came forward, and as a waiter, the guy couldn't offend the guest, so he put down the book resentfully, walked to the corner, and muttered something in a low voice.

Ye Zhibing returned the thread-bound book to Old Man Jia, "Uncle, since this is an undisclosed secret of the Qingyun School, I haven't joined the Qingyun School yet, so I won't read it for the time being. You always keep it well, so don't lose it."

Old man Jia heard that Ye Zhibing's tone was aimed at him, so he was slightly relieved and put away the book.

Ye Zhibing persuaded him to drink again, and finished the wine with Old Man Jia and Wu Ping.