Chapter 235 Pursuit

I looked back and thought that since arriving in Monan, I have seen many businesses that have disappeared.

From the dark grass of Evergreen Club to today's falconer.

These craftsmen in the world have not disappeared, but have been suppressed to the margins of society for various reasons.

Just now, Lao Lin personally admitted that he is now an old man who picks up scraps.

Such a brilliant craftsman should not be in this situation.

My master and I have been playing on the flyover for 7 years and have seen the rise and fall of countless industries.

Lao Lin really touched my heart.

I suddenly had a bold idea, I want to bring these craftsmanship back to its former glory!

As soon as this idea came up, I was shocked.

I am now a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river, but I still dare to think like this. Am I not crazy?

Uncle Ya stuffed the last bite of pancake into his mouth and muttered vaguely.

"Boy, let me teach you another lesson."

"A single thread cannot make a thread, and a lonely tree cannot make a forest. If you want to make a career in the world, you can't do it without a few brothers to help you."

He clapped his hands and shook off the residue: "You have to have your own people."

These words have profound meaning, and I can hear the meaning behind them.

I nodded vigorously: "I am a poor person, but my reputation is not bad, and I have close friends."

"Hi!"

Uncle Ya waved his hand and said with a smile: "You have to test whether you are one of our own."

Old Lin walked over half-lying on his stomach, picked up Uncle Ya's water glass, and poured it into it.

"ha!"

Old Lin put down the water glass and chirped with satisfaction: "Lao Ya is right, what you are encountering now is not even a sesame seed!"

My eyes widened. I almost risked my life. Is this a small thing?

Uncle Ya held the pergola with one hand and looked at the green mountains in the distance.

"If I hadn't had a few dead brothers to help me, we wouldn't have been able to handle this matter today."

Lao Lin stretched out his rough hand: "You have to compensate me for my wages!"

I moved closer to Uncle Ya and whispered, "Didn't you say that Wang Ju's nursing home is specially prepared for seniors? This..."

Old Lin took his hand back and laughed a few times: "When we were young, who didn't have a few lives on his hands?"

"Withdrawing from the world doesn't mean our enemies can let us go. In that place..."

Uncle Ya suddenly raised his voice: "Old Lin!"

Lao Lin was stunned for a moment, and then stopped talking in embarrassment.

These words once again awakened my previous thoughts.

He really shouldn't be in such a situation despite having great skills.

As he spoke, a fluttering sound came from above his head.

The black kite flew almost close to the ground and landed directly in front of Lao Lin.

The kite's mouth relaxed, and a piece of cloth fell from his mouth.

Lao Lin stroked it lovingly and murmured: "You are still a precious sword!"

After saying that, he looked up at us, a hint of pride flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"found it."

I have never seen this kind of method of theirs, and it made me have questions.

I looked at the cloth and asked suspiciously, "This is it?"

Uncle Ya laughed: "When I helped Zhang Yunxu up just now, I rubbed the Soul Chasing Incense on his clothes."

"This kite found its footing just by following the scent!"

In the eyes of a country bumpkin like me, this method is shocking.

There is no need for single soldiers, let alone swordsmen to meet each other, and they can be pursued for thousands of miles without leaving any trace.

This is the skill of old Jianghu people!

Uncle Ya looked back at the bald middle-aged man and smiled: "Agui, it's your turn, right?"

I have realized that the people who can be around Uncle Ya are not ordinary people.

And I am inevitably curious about this middle-aged man.

Agui tugged at her slightly oily short sleeves: "Do you still believe me?"

"Now I can do nothing but serve dishes."

Uncle Ya said calmly: "Because you are Agui, I trust you."