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Chapter 1046: Good guess

The chef said, why did you roll your eyes and not make any progress over the years?

Qiu Yu was stunned, and after a while he realized it.

She turned to look outside the door of the shop. The door was closed and she could not see anything. But Qiu Yu's face became solemn, as if she had seen something worth worrying about. When the chef said at first that her eyes had not improved, she had not yet reacted to what she meant. She had seen everything clearly.

Her eyes rolled was still so special after all.

Outside far away, she saw someone browsing towards this side. She rolled her eyes and couldn't tell the man's age, clothes, and appearance. She could only see a figure with internal energy flashing on the roof. The speed of this person's movement was beyond imagination. Even if he jumped over the head of a passerby, he was not noticed by anyone.

"It's all your fault."

The chef sighed: "I honestly do business here, do the meals I like, and stick to the rules I have to stick to. Who is it that I have a bad disciple named Tan Qingge, but I told him that he has never had any copper coins since the day he entered the Martial Arts Academy. I don't know if you want to check Yueyingtang's affairs. I am just a chef, and I have forgotten what I have done before."

Qiu Yu looked at him and suddenly smiled: "It was intentional."

"Intentionally?"

The chef was slightly stunned and didn't understand what Qiu Yu meant.

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Changchun Garden

Fengyu Building

Fang Jie moved a chair and sat in the corridor on the third floor, looking at the sun that had already passed by. At this time, the sun was no longer dazzling at all, and it was as red as a child's face. The wind in the city was different from the wind in the wilderness. The wind in the wilderness could sweep across the ground, and the wind in the city seemed unwilling to be involved in the trivial matters in the city. He was very stingy and refused to pass through the streets, but laughed at the various life situations in Chang'an City on the roof.

Fang Jie held a purple clay teapot in his hand and hummed gently in his mouth was a rhythm that people in this world had never heard of.

It was the first time since entering Chang'an City that Xiang Qingniu saw Fang Jie so comfortable. There were many people and many things in Chang'an City that involved Fang Jie's energy, but he was still a person with two of his own in his heart. Xiang Qingniu didn't know that Fang Jie had a previous life, but he could feel Fang Jie's contradiction.

"Don't test me with the heart of Tao."

Fang Jie squinted his eyes and looked at Xiang Qingniu.

Xiang Qingniu smiled and said, "I just want to know if you are leisurely now, really leisurely or pretending to be leisurely. Is there anything good?"

"No good thing."

Fang Jie tasted a sip of tea.

This tea is not very good. Chang'an City has been besieged for several years, so where can I find any good tea? Originally, almost all the tea in Changchun Garden was sold by the people in this garden for food. As for the Tai Chi Palace, because the palace people were dead, no one could take care of the tea and could not be drunk for a long time.

It’s a bit sad to say that those who cannot leave Changchun Garden want to sell some of the things in the garden, and they keep so many treasures but don’t know how much they are worth. Some rare treasures are sold at extremely low prices, and they are even less expensive than those sold at a pound of high-quality tea. Just because those servants know what the price of tea is worth and what the price of antique treasures is.

"You still laugh if you don't have any good things?"

Xiang Qingniu doesn't believe it.

Fang Jie looked at Xiang Qingniu: "Give you an example, for example, there is a very good rich man who is never harsh to the servants in the mansion. Because of this, the servants in the mansion also respect him very much. One day, the rich man decided to join forces with his friends to do a big business. They tried their best to reach an intention with the other party, but suddenly the rich man's competitor emerged and knew the bottom line of the rich man clearly. Finally, he made a deal with the person at a lower price than the rich man offered. After the rich man returned, he did not plan to find out who betrayed him because he knew that he had lost an opportunity to make money, but he did not want to lose someone he regarded as his family."

Xiang Qingniu thought for a while: "Some women are kind, but they can't do anything to do so."

Fang Jie shook his head: "That's wrong. From the day the rich man was betrayed, he had actually lost that family."

Xiang Qingniu was stunned, and thought about it for a while before he understood the meaning: "So?"

"So, you can't be someone like that."

Fang Jie felt the temperature brought by the purple clay teapot in his palm and looked outside: "Maybe you will find it very unrealistic, but will such a thing really happen... The rich man doesn't plan to pursue anyone, just think that there is no chance. However, the person who betrayed him feels guilty...will he do something?"

Xiang Qingniu thought for a while and replied: "In the end, I can't bear the torment in my heart. I confess everything to the rich? Or do I go away after getting the money?"

"Is there something even more outrageous?"

Fang answered the question.

Xiang Qingniu thought about it again, and suddenly thought of a rumor in the world that he had heard: "I remember hearing Xiao Yijiu say before that there was a sect called Kuodiao Sect in the world. It was once one of the top major sects on Shunchengdao. Later, one day, the disciple who the sect master valued the most sold the sect martial arts secrets to people from other sects. The sect master found out that it was him, but because he attached too much importance to him, he did not expose it, but just waited for the disciple to tell him everything. This disciple was indeed very guilty. Under the long-term pressure, he finally made a decision... He assassinated the sect master."

Fang Jie nodded: "So, there is nothing good. Whether the rich man finally found out that the traitor was severely punished or pretended that nothing happened, he was actually lost and wanted to keep it... he was no longer here."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Xiang Qingniu became more and more curious: "Don't tell me what happened in the Black Flag Army."

"no"

Fang Jie said: "I just sigh for others again.

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"You really don't take action?"

The chef shouted loudly at Qiu Yu.

Qiu Yuzhe pulled Mu San and stood up and rushed out, leaving for about a hundred meters to stop. She shouted to the chef: "Although this happened because of us, you did not promise us anything, and it had nothing to do with us. He was going to kill you, why should I take action?"

The chef avoided the internal force, and his body seemed to be tilted, as if he was about to fall down at any time, but he just couldn't. No matter how the old man in a white Confucian shirt attacked, he could dodge, and it didn't seem to be difficult. However, the old man seemed a little embarrassed, which made the scene weird.

The person who was about to be killed was running away but was not embarrassed. The person who was about to be killed was chasing behind but was very embarrassed.

This old man wearing a moon-white Confucian shirt is Mr. Ba from Yueyingtang.

In Yueying Hall, in addition to Mr. Jiu, he is the most noble person, and he is also the longest-lived among all the heavenly kings in Yueying Hall. There will always be people challenging the heavenly kings, even though they know that there is a great danger, they will keep standing up and going one after another.

But he has been alive.

That's because he has self-knowledge and knows very well what can be touched and what cannot be touched.

So he now knows very well that he can't kill the chef.

Even though it seems that he has always taken the initiative and seems to be at the upper hand, he just can't kill the chef. The chef always dodged and never fought back, but even so, it still doesn't work. So he is ready to leave, and it's time to leave. Not long ago, he received news that the chef's identity exposed may involve Yueyingtang's secret, so he must kill the chef.

He knew that the chef was a practitioner, but he never thought that the chef's cultivation would be so high.

"Please be fine, I'm really out of reach."

The chef begged Qiu Yu while dodging.

This made Mr. Eight very angry.

The chef's cultivation was obviously above him, but the chef did not fight back but just dodge, and asked for help from a person whose cultivation was far inferior to his! If the chef was willing, as long as he tried his best to fight back, Mr. Eight would choose to escape five minutes ago. The most annoying thing was that the chef not only avoided all his offensives, but even controlled all internal strength that might affect innocent people.

For example, when he punched the cook, the cook avoided it, but his internal strength would hit the things behind the cook. With Mr. Ba's cultivation, it was not a problem for him to smash a house with one punch. However, while the cook avoided him, his hand hooked and pulled it to the sky, and he didn't know how far he flew and finally dissipated.

Until now, he has not even broken a single mother bowl!

"You take action yourself, he has been captured by you long ago."

Qiu Yu shook his head and said, "Although he has all his skills, he pretends not to use it... it's not funny at all."

"Phhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The chef said anxiously: "I never said that I don't understand cultivation, nor did I say that I have poor cultivation, but I really can't fight... I don't remember how many years have passed since the day I started practicing, but I really haven't fought with anyone."

Qiu Yu was still laughing, so she naturally didn't believe it.

Then she saw the old man in a moon-white Confucian shirt turning around and running away, and the chef was still shouting at her, as if there was no way. She had to wonder, could this chef really not fight?

Mr. Eight decided to escape.

He took out the thing Mr. Nine gave him from his cuff and prepared to leave.

Then, he suddenly felt his body stiffen suddenly and lost command of his body in an instant. No matter how hard he tried, his body was just out of control. His left hand had already reached into the sleeve of his right arm and had touched the thing, but he could no longer move.

For a moment, Mr. Ba felt filled with horror.

He doesn't like this feeling, so he always avoids this feeling. This feeling of not being able to control his own destiny is actually a sign of death. Anyway, that's what he thinks.

Beads of sweat the size of beans instantly filled his forehead.

Then, he saw a middle-aged man wearing a green robe walking slowly out of an alley. The middle-aged man was quite handsome and full of booksy aura. Such a person could not see any threat at all.

But it was such a person that made Mr. Eight, the most alive person in Yueyingtang, feel the threat of death.

"Mr. Marquis, this person has a strong cultivation level. I just took advantage of the situation. If Marquis doesn't take action, he will run away."

The middle-aged man said.

Wu Yidao, the waiter of Sanjin, walked out from behind and hugged him and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhuo."

The middle-aged man shook his head: "I could detect that he had something strange on him, which was somewhat similar to my abilities. Although there were not many, the roots seemed to be far away. I was confining a place, and that thing seemed to be able to open a place."

When Sanjin came over, his palm pressed on Mr. Ba's lower abdomen, and a strong suction force appeared in his palm. Mr. Ba's face immediately became distorted. His face was not a distorted expression, but was really distorted. Just as the strong wind swept across the originally calm lake surface, it immediately blew up layer by layer of folds.
Chapter completed!