Ji Taoist

Yan Buji looked at Jia Zhen, knowing that the other party was probably a cultivator.

How could an ordinary person stare at him so directly?

He probably saw from the scars on the tiger skin that his martial arts were very high, and wanted to recruit him to work under his command.

I just don't know what his identity is.

That's not right, why did I give him the identity of a country bumpkin when I first arrived? This guy doesn't look like an ordinary citizen from the way he dresses?

So Renyanlou also has some secret operations to give the status of cultivators?

Starting point means resources and connections, and any cultivator who has recovered his memory knows how to use his identity to do things.

Although I don't know how to get the treasures of Renyanlou, looking at this world now, fighting for the world is the theme.

Although Yan Buji doesn't want to be an emperor, if he can get what he wants by becoming an emperor, he doesn't mind sitting on the throne of the emperor.

"Hahaha, you can talk, I'm afraid you are not a pedantic scholar, right?" Yan Buji looked at Jia Zhen and laughed.

Jia Zhen was stunned, with a hidden light flashing in his eyes, and said: "Brother Yan doesn't look like a country boy. We hit it off right away. How about we go have a drink?"

"Okay!"

No matter what the other party thinks, even if he sees that he has recovered his memory, it is more beneficial than disadvantageous to form an alliance temporarily.

Whether a cooperative alliance can be achieved depends on whether the two sides can chat at the wine table.

Yan Buji glanced at the little brother who was beaten and bruised, and ordered the other two: "Carry him over."

"Yes, big brother!"

Dressed in a tiger skin, Yan Buji followed Jia Zhen to the restaurant, and several people sat together and ordered a few jars of wine to drink.

Jia Zhen watched Yan Buji swallow a cow leg in a few bites, not even letting go of the bones, and was shocked.

Is there really such a god?

Can this old guy eat so much even if he is outside?

"Brother Yan, how old are you this year?"

"Sixteen."

Hmm?

You are sixteen, forty-six, right?

Yan Buji frowned: "What? I am not older?"

"No, no, no... No wonder Brother Yan can kill a tiger, he really has the strength to capture dragons and subdue tigers!" Jia Zhen raised his wine glass and praised.

"Hehe, you are right! From childhood to adulthood, I have this strength far beyond others!" Yan Buji raised the wine jar and drank it all up.

The younger brother next to him widened his eyes: "Brother, leave some, let us satisfy our craving..."

"Boss, bring a few more jars of wine!" Jia Zhen shouted appropriately.

Several younger brothers looked at Jia Zhen with emotion.

Yan Buji frowned: "Brother Minhe, what do you want to do by inviting us to drink?"

Jia Zhen smiled slightly: "To be honest, Brother Yan, I am the son of Jia Xiu, the county magistrate of Hushan County. You also know that the world is in chaos now. Rebel kings in various places have risen up. Even on Hushan outside the city, a group of mountain bandits have gathered to claim to be kings. You can see how chaotic the world is."

"How can you claim to be king in that broken place of Hushan? What kind of bastard dares to claim to be king in front of me? Give me fifty people, and I will flatten Hushan today!" Yan Buji shouted loudly.

Jia Zhen was stunned, and the two younger brothers next to him were even more shocked.

"Brother, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want! Hushan King Hu Yidao has hundreds of people under his command. Brothers..."

"What, don't you believe me?" Yan Buji said confidently.

Jia Zhen was quite curious. Even if this person was born with divine power and was not bound by the earthly aura, marching and fighting was not a battle between cultivators. It also depended on the strength of the leader.

"So... Brother Yan also has a sincere heart to serve the country?" Jia Zhen said happily.

"That's natural. Who among the common people doesn't want peace in the world? If the world is in chaos, aren't we the ones who suffer? It's time to let the world know my name, Yan Wang! Whoever dares to cause chaos, I will destroy him!"

Yan Buji's face was flushed, as if he was drunk and crazy, causing the diners around him to laugh.

"How dare you, a country bumpkin, say such arrogant things? Don't wait until someone chops off your head and no one collects your body!"

"Hahaha."

The bruised and swollen younger brother couldn't stand it and slammed the wine glass: "How can you talk like that? I will always follow you and collect your body!"

Yan Buji's face turned black. He couldn't figure out whether this guy had recovered his memory for a moment, so he kicked him away!

"When you talk to me, talk about the tumor on your ear!"

"Hahaha!"

Jia Zhen was also amused by this scene and couldn't help laughing.

Yan Buji glared: "What are you laughing at? You don't believe me either?!"

"No, no, no... This is a military matter, and what is said at the wine table can't be taken seriously. If Brother Yan is interested, come to the city to find me tomorrow, and I will take you to the military camp in person, how about it?" Jia Zhen hurriedly explained.

"Hmph, why not? Let me make it clear, I'm not going to the military camp to be a soldier!"

"This..."

"What? Don't you believe I have the strength? Call out the best fighter in your army. If I don't knock him down within three moves, I'll wash your pants for a year!"

Jia Zhen felt uncomfortable. This man spoke so rudely!

Has he recovered his memory?

Does a normal monk speak like this? If he was outside, he would have been ambushed by someone long ago.

Well, let's observe for a while.

Jia Zhen was unsure of Yan Buji's situation for a while, so he also laughed:

"Okay, I'll go back and tell my father about this, and we'll see you tomorrow!"

"Hmph, don't go back on your word! I'll leave this tiger skin with you, and don't say I didn't dare to come later!"

After Yan Buji and his younger brother left in style, Jia Zhen looked at the tiger skin on the table.

It still smells a bit bloody!

It's really fresh.

Jia Zhen squinted his eyes, took the tiger skin back to the mansion, and met his adopted father.

"Jia Zhen, why did you go out again? I don't know how chaotic it has been recently, and we have to find a way to solve the Tiger Mountain bandits!" County Magistrate Jia Xiu covered his head and scolded him.

Jia Zhen smiled and bowed, "Father, today I found a fierce man in the city, who may be able to solve the problem of Tiger Mountain bandits!"

"Fierce man, how fierce?" Jia Xiu looked at Jia Zhen strangely. He knew that his child was smart since he was a child. Although he was weak, he was knowledgeable and had a strong memory. It would be easy for him to be an official in Beijing in peacetime.

But in this world, how could he dare to let his son run around? He just spent a lot of money to buy his son a position as a county clerk from the court a few years ago, so he would feel more at ease if he kept him by his side.

But he also knew that his son wanted to support the Xuan family. The Xuan Kingdom had suffered from various rebellious kings for a long time. Now that his son has grown up, he is naturally unwilling to be just a clerk in the county government.

But these are all things in the future. Now he has to find a way to deal with the bandits in Hushan first, otherwise he will not be able to bear the blame if the governor blames him.