I Became an Anonymous Boss

"It's such a good store, it's a pity that it's gone."

"I'm a greedy person. If I can't eat something good, I will get angry..."

"You can't do it, but I can do it."

"So, take a breath first, don't close your eyes and wait for death. When I come back, I still want a bowl of beef soup."

The white clothes are like snow, drifting away.

What happened to the Cao family after that is known to the whole city.

The Dugu City Lord died, and the vitality of the five sects was seriously injured.

The heads of the evil slaves of the Cao family and the Patriarch of the Cao family were hung outside the city, and Princess Nishang personally did it.

Who would have thought... the origin of killing Dugu City Lord third on the list is just a bowl of beef soup worth three pennies?

When Tieniu knelt down, what he lost was not his dignity, but his unspeakable gratitude.

The young man in white was so kind to him that he didn't know what he could do.

He didn't expect to see his benefactor who was so kind to him again, and thought that maybe the other party had already forgotten him.

Time has passed, and he is no longer the iron bull he was back then. Now he is a well-known martial artist in the city, but he still guards the beef soup shop, hoping that one day, some benefactor will come back to drink a bowl.

He waited, almost speechless with excitement.

"I wanted to taste the beef soup before leaving, but it's good to see you." Bai Taki held the man's arm and helped him up: "It seems that you have been doing well all these years."

"It's all Mr. Bai..."

"What does it have to do with me? I cut through the mess quickly. It is your own ability to live well here." Bai Taki said, "That's right, you have perfected your Qi training. There is no possibility of congenital."

Tieniu was very happy to be praised, and happily scratched the back of his head. He has been praised many times in the past, but he has never smiled so silly.

"By the way, this is my boy, Erniu." Tie Niu noticed the boy behind him, and pulled him over: "I've seen Mr. Bai."

"Bai...Young Master." Er Niu was a little dull, maybe he hadn't reacted yet, of course he had heard his father say countless times about being romantic in white clothes, but suddenly the characters in the story came to reality, and they were inevitably living in a dream Even in Dugu City, where there are many dragons crossing the river like dogs, this is the first time he has seen such a character, just like a mortal meeting a living god.

Shirataki's expression was delicate: "Bring the child here, it seems that I can't even give a gift now."

"Ah, here." Tieniu hurriedly said: "How could I have such a meaning, just to let him meet..."

Shirataki asked, "Do you read?"

Er Niu said: "Reading is just to know how to read."

Shirataki asked again: "Do you practice martial arts?"

Er Niu nodded: "Father taught..." He lowered his head and said, "I'm not very familiar with it."

"It seems that you can't read the classics of sages and become a Confucian scholar, otherwise I can recommend you to study under the master of Shangyin Academy; if you have a solid foundation in martial arts, I can also recommend you to go to Nishangjun or Cangxuelong City Grind and sharpen in the army." Bai Taki shook his head: "But you are not ready yet."

Er Niu was stunned, what kind of fairy character is this, who can set a height that other people can't climb in a lifetime with just a word?

Tieniu was also very ashamed, it was rare that such a big opportunity was in front of him, but he couldn't grasp it.

Shirataki said, "Xueer."

Lan Xiangxue took out a cheat book from her luggage, along the way, she also picked up a lot of people with malicious intentions along the way, and handed in a lot of cheat books.

"This is a superior martial arts book, called Qingfeng Gangqi."

Shirataki handed it to Er Niu: "It's a gift to the younger generation, for the sake of your beef soup."

Tieniu opened his mouth, the honest man really didn't know what to say, this time his kindness was even heavier.

I had no choice but to press the head of my dull son and make him bow his head.

"Okay, I should go too, I still have things to do." Bai Taki said, "There's no need to send him away."

Tieniu didn't ask and didn't dare to ask, what did he come for.

It's just that there is a premonition in the dark that when Mr. Bai comes, the whole Dugu City is full of panic, but this may not be a bad thing.

Tieniu doesn't understand such a complicated truth, he just thinks that Mr. Bai is a good person, and the one he wants to kill must be a wicked person who has committed a mistake.

Wait for the white clothes to go away.

Er Niu said cheerfully and foolishly: "Father, Mo Wen, the god and demon, talked to me... and even gave me a cheat book."

The middle-aged man patted him on the forehead: "Stupid boy... Mr. Bai is a good person. It is luck in this life to meet such a person once. There will never be another fairy like him. "

Er Niu seems to understand but does not understand.

Looking at the flow of people, Tieniu's tone suddenly became heavy: "Your father and I have no ability or achievements in this life. I will never repay this great kindness in my life, but if there is a chance... in the future, I hope you can pay me back." Repay this kindness for my father, even if it is only a little bit, such a good person, even if we can't really do anything for him, we can't make him feel bad."

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"I really don't like this kind of thing." Shirataki complained, "It's fine if you give me more money, and I even gave you a cheat book for nothing."

"Master, is your heart hurt?" Lan Xiangxue smiled: "Then why don't you let him really kneel down?"

"That's impossible. If he really kneels down, I will really become a god."

Lan Xiangxue didn't understand: "Obviously the young master really has the grace of rebuilding him."

"Grace is not bestowed, I just want to eat beef soup, and find an excuse to vent." Bai Taki laughed at himself: "It's not as noble as he thought, and eliminating evil may not be for the sake of promoting good. At that time, I was just pursuing pleasure , make a cool picture."

"Young Master said, what you think is not important, but how you do it." Lan Xiangxue said sternly: "The fact is so, why bother with those trivial thoughts in my heart?"

"You can also speak well."

"Young master taught well."

"Then talk more." Bai Taki stopped in front of a magnificent high court: "Don't lose your momentum."

In front of you is the Jincaomen, one of the five major sects, and behind it is the Cao family, which controls almost all food sources in Dugu City.

Coincidentally, it seems that the Cao family is holding a banquet today, the red carpet is rolled down from the pavilion, and there are countless visitors.

Almost broke through the threshold, squeezed his head and wanted to drill in. In the well-mannered Dugu City, the five major sects are golden signs that will not fail.

Those who could get in went in, and those who couldn't get in formed a circle, watching eagerly, holding congratulatory gifts in their hands but they were not eligible to enter.

Beside the door next to the red carpet, the steward in charge of entertaining the guests held a tobacco rod in his hand, took a deep breath, and exhaled a long breath of smoke, which lasted for thirty breaths.

The old steward is 69 years old. He looks a little old, but he is still in the prime of his life as a warrior. It's just that his skills don't show his face. He looks old. Time goes back three to 40 years. This old steward can be regarded as the number one figure in the world , now he works for Jincaomen, and he also has a considerable status in the arena. He has good eyesight, and through the smoke screen, he noticed the young man in white who was stepping on the red carpet at the other end of the crowd.

The other party climbed up the stairs, the old steward stood up, and said loudly: "Do you have an invitation?"

"According to the rules, do you need an invitation card?" Bai Taki asked lightly.

"Rules?" The old steward didn't quite understand.

"I'm not here to celebrate my birthday." Shirataki pointed to the red-backed gold plaque on the top of the pavilion: "I'm here to kick the hall."

The old steward was stunned for a moment, and then his expression was gloomy, his skin was taut, he was old and strong, like an old jackal with sharp fangs: "Today is the gift of coming-of-age for the young curator, and you come to kick the treasury? Do you know that this is a strong grass?" Door?"

It is already absurd to kick the gymnastic grass gate, and kicking the gymnasium during other people's coming-of-age ceremony is even more shameless. If you are placed in the arena, you can't say that the other party is not tolerant enough if you are beaten to death. won't die.

"What's so strange?" Shirataki had already walked up the last step: "You eat your banquet, I pick my plaque, it doesn't conflict."

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The old steward was laughed out of anger, his defense for so many years of nourishing qi was so broken.

Jincaomen is one of the five sects, so you can kick it if you say it?

It's not like I haven't tried to kick the gym over the years, but there is a very important rule in kicking the gym, that is, life and death are at your own risk.

The foreign reckless men who dared to provoke the five sects were either killed, injured, or disabled on the spot, or they were recruited into the sect as fakes.

The latter are mostly, because there are fewer idiots, and the majority rely on kicking the hall to prove their strength to make a living and seek refuge.

But the current situation does not belong to the latter, it can only be the former.

The old steward was too accurate in seeing people, he sneered, and blocked the way: "I don't know where the wild dog came from, but it dared to bark here, disturbing the coming-of-age ceremony of the young curator, just to cut you into meat paste I can’t afford it either! I’ll give you three calls, get out of here, or…”

Shirataki raised his eyebrows, but he didn't have time to speak.

Then Lan Xiangxue's eyes were cold, she couldn't bear to insult the young master, she said with murderous intent: "I'll give you three calls too, get out of here, don't block the young master's way, otherwise..."

The old steward smiled angrily: "Okay, then... three! Two!"

"one!"

As soon as the word fell, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, his figure was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, his hands drew eight different tracks, like flexible whips, and with his innate second-level cultivation, he could easily pierce the Honglu bell.

However, he was so proud of his martial arts that he whipped the horse with one hand and eight arms, and he didn't even come across an afterimage.

Lan Xiangxue stepped into the three-foot range of the opponent, then grasped the hilt of the sword, pushed the sword grid with her thumb, and Cheng Ying unsheathed... but not completely unsheathed.

The sword hilt hit the center of the old steward's chest, and he saw the old steward's chest sag immediately. The astonishing sword energy tore apart the clothes on the opponent's upper body. Amid the clear sound of bone cracking, the old steward smashed into the door, spurting blood from his mouth. It's like a big drum with one side broken, it's not dead yet, but its breath is too weak, and it's almost impossible to open its mouth, eyes full of shock.

He probably didn't understand why a young girl could hit him so easily with one move.

Or the difference between vision and actual combat experience is too much. Even if ordinary warriors are innate, they lack the possibility to go further. Moves are still the biggest reliance, and those who control energy and comprehend artistic conception have already surpassed the scope of ordinary warriors. The difference between low-level martial arts and middle-level martial arts is a kind of control over the essence of martial arts, which is always the same. Today's Lan Xiangxue is the undisputed pinnacle of Void Practicing Realm, and she is only one line away from the Vientiane Realm.

Xiuyu's make-up lessons perfectly stimulated her potential as a Zhenguo bloodline, and further strengthened her unique talent in swordsmanship.

The porter at the side was so frightened that his legs were limp, and he had a somewhat seductive and soul-inspired expression before, but now he dared not show it at all, for fear that Lan Xiangxue, who was angry and murderous, would goug out his eyes and sprinkle them on skewers. The cumin pepper is stuffed back into the eyes.

Bai Taki took a step forward, glanced at the old steward who had no strength to recover, and turned to look at the porter: "Which one of you has the loudest voice?"

A total of three people did not dare to look up, and finally the youngest one was pushed out, and said very weakly: "I..."

"can not hear."

"I."

"Still can't hear, not energetic enough." Bai Taki said lightly: "If you are not energetic enough, I can help you refresh."

"Me!" The young concierge shouted, the sharp voice frightened himself.

"Very good, very energetic." Shirataki said, "Let's roll the name."

"My lord..." the little concierge asked, "What's the name?"

A door-to-door greeting requires a roll call, that is, someone has to call out whoever is so-and-so, and a door-to-door greeting should pay attention to imposing manner and appearance.

In the same way, when you go to the door to kick the gym, you also need someone to shout out, so and so, come to the door to kick the hall, and give a warning to the inside of the sect.

Shirataki's voice transmission was secret: "You just sing like this."

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