"Master, I'm afraid the rain will not be light in this situation. Our fur and food cannot withstand the rain. Not far ahead is the ferry, where there are several tea shops to shelter from the rain." Xu Xi, who is familiar with the terrain here, reminded.

Xue Chang nodded, reached out to hold Tuotuo from Xu Xi's arms, and said, "Let's speed up, and try to arrive before it rains."

On the road, the pedestrians were speeding up their way, but the only young man named Fan Gou'er stood still. He saw Xue Chang's defeat by the young Taoist within a few moves. He was as disappointed as Xu Xi and hesitated in his heart: Is there still a need to continue following?

After struggling for a while, he finally decided to move forward.

Xue Chang and the others rushed all the way, but not long after, the rain still fell "crackling", as dense as a curtain, and in an instant, countless small puddles were added to the avenue.

Fortunately, the tea shop that Xu Xi mentioned was right in front of him, and there were already many pedestrians standing under the cloth tent set up in front of the wooden house, and the two of them accelerated and ran over.

"Why are the beggars running in? Get out of here!" the guy in the shop cursed loudly.

"Your kid doesn't know Mount Tai. He is not a beggar, he knows martial arts, but he is just disguised and travels."

"Yes, he is a martial arts master. If your kid gets angry, you can't afford to hit him with one punch!"

...

The pedestrians around him kept saying it, and the guy looked Xue Chang up and down skeptically. Xue Chang's serious expression made him feel palpitations. He hurriedly said, "It's okay to hide from the rain, but... but you can't get into the house."

After saying that, he quickly walked into the wooden house.

Xue Chang naturally disdained the same little person to make trouble, and did not intend to enter the wooden house. He just casually glanced into the house and suddenly settled: the wooden tables in the wooden house were full of people, except for the one that was closest, there were only three people sitting, and there were many empty seats, but no one dared to sit, because these three people had just met him, and they were the three people riding horses on the road before.

The young Taoist happened to sit opposite the door and also saw Xue Chang standing outside the house. He put down the teacup in his hand and said loudly: "Senior Brother Song, Master often praises you for being diligent, good at observing battles, and summarizing experience. What did you find in my fight with that beggar?"

"Your master often praises me?" The older Taoist did not believe what the young Taoist said at all, because the young Taoist master never looked at the older Taoist directly, but he still said seriously: "Junior Brother Guo, you have integrated Yun Longjiu's appearance technique in the folded leg technique. The movements are freely connected and the use is also clever. I sigh for myself for my brother, so how dare you make a comment. But the beggar... He should be using the Arhat Fist, which seems to have some heat, but he lacks effective response to your attack. Not only can he not see through your weak move of shaking legs, but he even uses his moves. It can be seen that he obviously lacks experience in fighting, and quick defeat is inevitable."

The young Taoist took the opportunity to take over the conversation: "Senior brother is right. That beggar is just a fledgling man. He dares to offend us. He is simply ignorant of his life!" After saying that, he snorted. Although the volume was not loud, his words could clearly reach every pedestrian entering the tea shop.

When Xue Chang heard their conversation, he was not only not ashamed but also caused deep thoughts.

When he first entered the world, he really had no experience in fighting against the enemy. Even the original owner himself came more from his father and his colleagues in the escort agency. Moreover, although the original owner's experience and memory was possessed by Xue Chang, he still had to be integrated through continuous actual combat and make correct responses in a timely manner in the battle. This is not something that can be done in a short time.

However, it is a great risk to learn from experience in actual combat. In the original owner's memory, many young martial arts students who are just starting out in the martial arts world gradually accumulate experience under the protection of their elders or senior brothers and sisters.

The original owner was the same at the beginning, but unfortunately, he was not careful in one move and lost everything.

Xue Chang was even more miserable. He had no elders in the martial arts world, no brothers, and no partner in the training, and could only gain experience in real battles. This would undoubtedly take a great risk. If he was not careful, he would follow the footsteps of the original owner.

Just when Xue Singing was worried, the girl heard the question: "Senior Brother Song, is that man really a Shaolin disciple?"

"Shaolin disciples cannot be so weak!" the young Taoist interrupted.

The older Taoist lowered his voice and said, "Although that man's Arhat Fist is a bit hot, Arhat Fist is the basic martial arts of the Shaolin Sect. It is said that Shaolin Temple allows lay disciples and monks who return to secular life to pass on these basic martial arts to their descendants and disciples. Therefore, even if the official disciples and lay disciples of the Shaolin Sect are registered in the Martial Arts Division, which does not exceed the number of organizational provisions given by the court, there are still some people who know Shaolin martial arts and have close ties to Shaolin to travel around the world. This beggar's Arhat Fist is proficient and probably has a lot to do with the Shaolin Sect. Since it appears in Shu, I certainly need to ask."

"The practice of Shaolin Temple is the same as our Qingcheng Sect. You asked him so politely, but in the end you didn't ask anything. Why not just arrest him and force him to ask. I saw that he was sneaky and pretended to be a beggar. There must be some conspiracy!" The young Taoist also lowered his voice and said.

"Isn't this good?" the girl frowned and expressed her objection.

The three of them suddenly lowered their voices and spoke, which made Xue Chang unable to hear clearly, and they couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

At this time, there was a neighing sound outside the tea shop, and then a clear sound came into my ears: "Master, there is a small shop here, so it's better to go inside to hide from the rain first."

"Yes." With a sound of full air, the pedestrians gathered in the cloth shed to hide from the rain automatically separated. A man wearing a brocade robe and a jade belt came in. He was tall and well-proportioned, dark and white, with wide forehead and straight nose, bright eyes and clear eyebrows. He looked like a handsome man. The only disadvantage was that wrinkles could be seen between his eyebrows and eyes, and he was obviously no longer young. However, the brocade robe worn by this middle-aged man was very gorgeous in color and pattern. The chest of the brocade robe was also inlaid with many shiny small color beads, which were particularly eye-catching on this dim rainy day.

Behind him was a young man, holding a silk umbrella in his hand, covering the man's head.

The guy hurriedly pulled it out and said with a smile on his face: "This honorable guest, please come in quickly! Have a little hot tea to warm your body!"

The man didn't talk, and walked slowly in without looking sideways, looking at the people around him without any object.

The guy quickly ran back to the store, came to a table of guests, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Why are you still sitting there? You don't want tea and don't order food. I have occupied our seats for so long. It's good that I didn't ask you for money. Get up quickly and give up my seat to the nobles!"

The guests at that table were guards of a caravan, and several people were carrying weapons. When they heard this, someone immediately slapped the knife on the table: "If you want us to give up your seat, please ask it first!"

The atmosphere in the store suddenly became tense.

But at this moment, the man in brocade robe said coldly: "I want the person at the innermost table to give up his seat."

The guy was stunned when he heard this.

The tea was laid next to the official road, and many pedestrians traveling around the country saw each other. Of course, the guy knew what the three people were from, so even if the table they were sitting on was empty, they never attracted other guests to sit.

The guy stood in a daze, and the boy holding the umbrella urged dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you hear my master clearly? Go and drive those three people away and free up your seat!"

"Gun, don't make things difficult for him." The man in the brocade robe first dissuaded the young man in a gentle manner, and then glanced at the three people sitting in the innermost with disdain: "Now the Qingcheng Sect is very powerful. How dare ordinary people provoke him!"

Since the man in brocade robe walked into the wooden house, the three of them looked extremely nervous and even buried their heads to prevent them from being seen by the other party.
Chapter completed!