I am dying of old age, and I have awakened to the character of longevity.

Xie An carefully closed his eyes to feel it.

It was as if a fish in water could not only feel the slightest fluctuations of the water flow, but also use its scales, fins, gills, and tail to dissipate the resistance of the water.

And Xie An's sense of Qi was similar in its wonderful effect.

Not only could he clearly feel the rhythm of the air, but he could also dissipate the resistance of the air when he struck with his blade, greatly increasing the speed and lethality of the blade.

"What a mysterious feeling!"

"No wonder大佬s like Tang Qingyun and Tang Qingfeng repeatedly mentioned the sense of Qi."

It was evident how difficult it was to cultivate a sense of Qi.

Yet now, I have achieved it.

Xie An did not become carried away, but instead immersed himself in it, carefully feeling it for a long time, and only stopped when he was sure he had grasped this feeling.

"So this is the sense of Qi! It has directly elevated my swordsmanship and fighting style to a higher level."

"The current me is only one step away from breaking through to the Refined Flesh Realm. With this sense of Qi, coupled with the powerful strength accumulated by the Nourishing Life Skill, even if I face a martial artist who has just entered the Refined Flesh Realm, I am confident of victory."

Thinking of this, Xie An revealed a contented smile and took off the veil on his face.

With Zhang Hengshui's death, the Zhang family was gone. Xie An felt there was no need to wear a mask anymore.

The feeling of taking off the mask was much more comfortable.

The feeling of oppression from being in the Black Market for more than half a year also turned into dust in an instant and dissipated with the wind.

Xie An suppressed the urge to immediately go to Tang Family Fort to inquire about the opportunity. After all, he had just cultivated the sense of Qi, and its use was not yet proficient. It would be more appropriate to spend some time consolidating it.

"In another two months, it will be the New Year. It's a good time to visit Master Tang at Tang Family Fort and ask about that opportunity."

How many emperors, because of their fear of death, believed in the Huang-Lao Dao, and for the obsession of immortality, refined pills and took medicine, accelerating their death.

In his previous life, he had scoured five thousand years of history, and what was recorded was nothing more than two sentences:

"Three thousand years of reading history is nothing but fame and fortune; ninety thousand miles of enlightenment ultimately leads to withered bones in a tomb."

And Xie An, who had been reborn, was unwilling to turn into withered bones and yellow earth.

Even if there was a sliver of possibility, he would seek immortality and ask about longevity.

The road was still long, and Xie An warned himself that he still needed to take one step at a time.

"Go find Zhang Lin and ask if that batch of horses has been sold, take the money and buy a few servings of Tiger Meat Essence Soup, and prepare to break through to the Refined Flesh Realm."

A serving of Tiger Meat Essence Soup costs eighty taels, which is outrageously expensive. Although Xie An is now the Second Deacon, if he doesn't make some extra money, he can't afford such consumption.

When he walked out of the courtyard, it was already dusk.

The golden afterglow shone on Xie An's face, warm and comforting.

"Boss."

Liang Zhi and Wang Xiang instinctively came over to greet Xie An when they saw him, and then they were stunned when they saw Xie An showing his true face for the first time.

Although Xie An still had a lot of white hair, his face didn't seem to have too many wrinkles, and his eye sockets weren't sunken, but rather very firm.

Moreover, the two of them clearly felt that their boss was in a rare good mood today. They were also infected and showed smiles.

"Yes. Take good care of the Black Market. The New Year is coming soon. At that time, the Gongtang will come down to verify the accounts. If you do well, you will definitely get your benefits." Xie An did not forget to draw a big cake for the two of them, and then came to Zhang Lin's courtyard.

The courtyard door was not closed, so Xie An tiptoed in.

At this moment, Zhang Lin was lying on the table in the hall, calculating with an abacus, while Zhou Xing was squatting beside him, counting the silver, and also brought a small scale to weigh the broken silver, so that the accounts and the amount of silver matched.

"In total, twelve horses were sold. A relatively thin horse was bought for thirty-five taels and six qian, and the white horse was sold for forty-two taels and three qian... Zhou Xing, you quickly weigh the broken silver to see if it matches."

"Why do you have to calculate so precisely? Wouldn't it be enough to calculate the total amount? The Second Deacon probably won't care about these trivial matters."

Zhang Lin still "噼里啪啦" calculated with the abacus, "Master Ma is shrewd, the large silver taels will not be missing, but it is common for a tael or two to be missing from several hundred taels. This batch of horses is the Second Deacon's credit. If I don't make the accounts detailed and verifiable, it will easily make people suspect that I have pocketed the small change."

"Isn't the Second Deacon that kind of person?"

"The Second Deacon is naturally generous, but I can't not know how to do things. Stop talking nonsense, and quickly weigh it clearly. If you miss half a zi, I'll spank your butt."

Zhou Xing drooped his head and said "Oh", and dared not raise any more questions.

Soon, Zhang Lin cleared the accounts, and Zhou Xing also weighed all the broken silver.

After a slight comparison, Zhou Xing exclaimed, "Turtle, Master Ma is also the big shopkeeper of the horse farm, and he really gave two taels of silver less. How shameless."

Humph.

Zhang Lin took out a look of an old man teaching a younger brother, "Businessmen are mostly black-bellied, you still have too little Jianghu experience, you are still young after all."

Zhou Xing's face turned red, feeling very embarrassed, "You are right, what should we do now?"

Zhang Lin took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket, "I can only pay for it myself."

Zhou Xing was very surprised, "Isn't that necessary? You ran to the horse farm twice today, and in the end you still paid two taels yourself... There's no reason for that."

Zhang Lin scolded: "What do you know? I am doing things for the Second Deacon. Master Ma cheated me, but I can't cheat the old brother."

Zhou Xing muttered, feeling that Zhang Lin was too concerned about the Second Deacon's affairs, to the point of compromising. However, he did not dare to express it.

Zhang Lin put away the abacus, arranged a pile of silver, and finally showed a relieved smile, "Zhou Xing, you have followed me for many years, let me tell you a few words behind closed doors.

I used to be a calculating person, always considering my own interests first. I was also worried that the old brother would suppress my chances of success, and I had the idea of suppressing him instead.

Later, I found that I was too small, not even comparable to a leg hair of the old brother.

The old brother knew my little calculations, but he didn't care about me, and he still spoke well for me in front of the Grand Deacon and the Xiangzhu. Last night, when I went to Chen's mansion to encircle the Plum Blossom Monster, if the old brother hadn't taken care of me, I would have died.

If I still don't put myself in the right position, then I, Zhang Lin, would have lived in vain this life.

The only pity is that the old brother has always been wearing a mask. This is because we saw the old brother kill Lu Wei and Zhang Wei at the beginning. The old brother has always been untrusting of us. This is also my knot.

In fact, in the past six months, what I have been most eager for is to gain the trust of the old brother."

Zhou Xing listened carefully to Zhang Lin's words and felt very shocked.

He had followed Zhang Lin for many years, so he knew Zhang Lin's temperament best. Even Wei Dian and Lin Yun had not made his boss so admire and submit.

No wonder his boss was cautious in matters involving the Second Deacon. It was because he was eager to gain the trust of the Second Deacon.

"Brother Zhang."

Xie An, who had been standing at the door of the living room for a long time, walked in with a smile at this moment.

"Old brother..." Zhang Lin instinctively bowed his hands to greet him, and then was greatly shocked when he saw Xie An not wearing a mask for the first time.

Now, the old brother has taken off his mask and shown his true face.

It has been a full year.

The trust he had been longing for had finally arrived.

Zhang Lin, who was nearly fifty years old, actually felt a bit of heat in his eyes.