The woman smiled sweetly: "It's an old man named Yi Bocheng. He hangs around in the tavern all day long, and he also wears such a badge on his clothes."

When Xiao Yan and others heard Yi Bocheng's name, they were overjoyed. Isn't this the person Bo Shi mentioned?

Thanked the woman on the spot, asked for directions, Xiao Yan and others rushed to the tavern.

After turning a few small turns, a slightly antique building made of logs appeared in front of you. A plaque with golden silk and black background had two big words "tall" hanging on it. The gate was half-closed, and the noisy sounds inside were faintly heard.

"It's here, that's right." Xiao Yan and others were overjoyed and quickly stepped forward, about to push open the tavern gate. Suddenly, Xiao Yan was stunned, and the blood flowing in his body seemed to tremble.

Xiao Yan stopped and sensed it carefully. The bloodline was filled with calls. It was the mutual generation of the same veins, and the attraction of blood thicker than water. It was absolutely impossible to be wrong.

"There are people from the Xiao clan inside." Xiao Yan was very happy to meet an old friend in a foreign land, but he was also a little confused.

"How did the people from the Xiao clan come here? There is no reason, and it can cause blood resonance. The deeper the skills, the more obvious the response, but the Xiao clan does not seem to have a few high-level Doudi."

Xiao Yan was puzzled and shook his head, put down his thoughts for the time being. At this moment, it was the main thing to find the person who could lead the way to find the spiritual seal moss.

Just as Xiao Yan was about to push the door into the dim corner of the tavern, an old man sat with a sallow complexion and a listless spirit. The long hair on his forehead half covered his eyes. The eyes that were occasionally opened were turbid and dull, as if nothing in this world could make him care about.

Under the hazy wine-colored light, the old man poured hot barley wine sipped by bit. This wine is very cheap, without much mellow smell, only the pleasure of anesthesia.

The wine flowed down the corner of his mouth, flowing in the dark gray robe. On the robe that seemed to be a little dark gray, a silver dragon badge on his chest was the only eye-catching thing on the old man's body.

He was Yi Bocheng, the leader of the Bexili Mercenary Corps that Xiao Yan and others were looking for.

Suddenly, the old man's turbid eyes condensed, sweeping away the decadence just now, his eyes swept towards the door, his figure flashed, and his whole person disappeared in the tavern in an instant.

The old man left the tavern without looking back. He appeared behind the hill next to Gintama Town, and squatted down with a dark backlight. It seemed that only by being a companion with the darkness could he give himself a sense of comfort. The decadence just now appeared again.

After taking a big sip of wine, the hot liquid flowed down his throat to his internal organs. The old man seemed to be satisfied with this feeling, but the wrinkled corners of his eyes were unconsciously oozing out crystal clear.

The escape just now was precisely because of Xiao Yan's appearance. The old man's real name was not Yi Bocheng, but Xiao Yao, the former patriarch of the Xiao clan. Although he is still still now, Xiao Yao himself felt that it was no longer the case. At least he felt that he was no longer worthy of being the patriarch.

"Once upon a time, I was so passionate about the peak of four stars that I boasted that Haikou had to break through to the five stars by myself, so I resolutely left the clan and did not break through. Now I am so depressed that I can only escape from the Xiao clan's bloodline. I have no face to see the clan members..." The old man was immersed in memories.

Recalling that back then, he was the first person in the Xiao clan to reach four stars and the most hopeful person to break through five stars. The scene where the Xiao clan sent him out to seek a path to prosperity to break through five stars is still vivid in my mind. Every smile on his face and every hope is now turned into a heavy guilt in his heart. The old man shook hands with no power, feeling his declining strength, and tears flowed.

It turned out that after coming out of the Xiao clan that year, the old man organized a mercenary group to marches the world. Everyone was full of ambitions and vowed to create a world. But when he reached the peak of the four-stars and was very excited and ready to break through to the Five-star Doudi, Xiao Yao found that his strength had stagnated and gradually began to decline, but he didn't know what injuries he had suffered. Xiao Yao, who was anxious, searched for famous doctors from the mainland, but it was useless. He watched his strength gradually decline from the peak of the four-star to the early stage of the four-star, and seemed to be still weakening.

The dream of breaking through the five-star was completely shattered, and Xiao Yao was completely lost. After disbanding the mercenary group, Xiao Yan even had the idea of ​​liberation. In the end, he was unable to give up the Xiao clan. However, he was a strong-willed person and had no face to return to the Xiao clan, so he had to drink all day long to relieve his sorrows and linger in the tavern and gambling house to spend his days.
Chapter completed!