Early the next morning, after Zhao Jin completed his normal daily training, he drank tea and rested in the yard.
"Really, didn't Uncle Song say he was going to introduce two teachers to me today? How come they disappeared so early in the morning? Come on, Zhang Xiu and Li Ping are not here now, and there is no one to talk to to relieve their boredom."
Taking a sip of tea, Zhao Jin complained to himself.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Zhao Jin looked suspicious.
"Strange, who will come to see me this morning?"
Song Qingru just looked for him yesterday. He is not her boyfriend. There is no need to look for him every day, so it cannot be her.
Who could it be?
Zhao Jin walked quickly to open the door with doubts, and what he saw was an extremely tall and muscular man.
How tall and strong is he?
Zhao Jin, who is already 1.8 meters tall, looks like a little chicken in front of the other party. The wooden door of the stone courtyard is not as wide as him.
This man was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a pair of brown crocodile leather shoes, a large golden tiger head in the middle of his belt, and an iron-like trousers chain hanging around his waist.
There was a red shirt inside, with only the bottom five buttons buttoned, revealing his strong bronze chest and the steel chain hanging around his neck. The pendant was a brand with the words "Third Battalion" written on it by three simple Qin soldiers. seal.
He wears a dark brown lapel jacket over a red shirt, and the most exaggerated thing is that he wears a brown bear fur cloak outside, with short braids, a big gold watch on his hand, and a tough look on his face. With his resolute but cynical face, he is just like a young and Dangerous boy!
He has to be the kind of young and Dangerous boss. At least it seems that Chen Haonan can't do anything with one of his hands.
Fortunately, there are no tattoos.
A big gold chain, a big gold watch, a leather jacket and a mink, this is even more Northeast than Northeast!
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
"I find you."
The man's voice is full of magnetism, rough and heroic, and there is a kind of fighting spirit in his tone. If the unruly and casual meaning can be removed from it, he will be a national-level voice actor.
"What?"
Zhao Jin was stunned, he didn't know this person.
"I am Song Lie's guest."
"Oh oh oh, you're looking for Uncle Song, right? Please come in quickly!"
Zhao Jin respectfully invited the other party to come in. With his size, he could only walk sideways and tilt his head before walking into the small courtyard without touching the door frame.
"Come on, it's too early to talk."
Looking at the tattoo on the other person's forearm that was exposed due to walking around, Zhao Jin thought to himself that he didn't expect such a lonely uncle to know such a "young and Dangerous guy".
The tattoo looked like the claws of some kind of terrifying beast, or the claws of some evil spirit.
"Huh? Could it be the claws of some devil? It does look similar, the ghost claws of the red devil? Could it be that there is a whole devil on the body? Forget it, no matter what, as long as it's not a tattoo Just ask Guan Gong to open his eyes."
With this thought in his mind, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Zhao Jin had no choice but to throw these messy thoughts out of his mind and entertain the strong man with a normal expression.
Well, it is indeed quite strong, as strong as a horse.
"Please."
Zhao Jin invited the man to sit down at the stone table in the small courtyard, poured a cup of tea in a neither humble nor overbearing manner, and then stood quietly beside the man, as well-behaved as a primary school student who was called to the office by the teacher.
There was no way, this man's aura was so powerful that Zhao Jin couldn't stand the pressure, and he didn't even dare to take a breath.
At the same time, Zhao Jin was still thinking secretly. Uncle Song said that he would find two teachers with huge dicks for him today. Could it be that the one in front of him was one of them?
This looks like... he's a pretty cool guy, he's obviously the kind of person with real skills, he's either a guy with a silver gun or a wax head, or he just doesn't know who the other person is.
"咻咻~~~"
The man sat with a straight posture, drinking tea as if drinking wine. Zhao Jin kept refilling the tea for him with great discernment.
Even the birds on the tree felt the man's aura, which was so powerful that even the air was suppressed and they dared not move. The only quiet sound in the entire small courtyard was the slight sound of wind and the sound of drinking and pouring tea. .
"Squeak~~~"
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the door of the small courtyard was opened. Zhao Jin looked in the direction of the door as if he had been rescued. The person who came was none other than Uncle Song, whom he had longed for.
"Huh~~~"
"Uncle Song, someone is looking for you."
Feeling that the air in the small courtyard was finally loosening, Zhao Jin sighed heavily and walked quickly towards Song Lie as if fleeing, as if the man who was still sitting was some kind of savage beast.
"Hey, you came quite early!"
Song Lie greeted the man forward. When Zhao Jin approached Song Lie, she saw another person behind him.
This person is dressed like an ancient scholar, wearing a black robe. He looks ordinary, not very tall, and has a rather feminine pale complexion. If it weren't for his dazzling silver-white hair, he would be like this You may not be able to find someone if you are lost in the crowd.
This person had a cold temperament, and Song Qingru's cold temperament was eclipsed in front of him.
What should this person say? Just like the color of his clothes.
Xuan, the dawn sun jumps out of the sky before the horizon.
Xuan and Qi (sounds like xun) are relative color names, taken from the celestial phenomenon at dawn. Xuan is not pure black, but black with red in it, so "Shuowen Jiezi" says "Xuan, black with red in it is called Xuan".
Extremely mysterious and noble.
Zhao Jin looked at him carefully, but felt a little dazed and his eyes became blurry. Soon, the demon refining pot in his body shook slightly, and then Zhao Jin was awakened.
This white-haired middle-aged man has a strange magical power. You must not look directly at him, otherwise you will become his puppet unconsciously.
Zhao Jin sighed secretly with lingering fear, and then thought again, thinking that now the number of people seemed to have really arrived.
"Well, I have to see how my apprentice is doing in advance."
The young and Dangerous man stood up and walked slowly towards Song Lie.
"apprentice?"
Zhao Jin thought that it was indeed the case. This young and Dangerous man was indeed the master Song Lie had found for him. But at this time, he began to hesitate again. This master looked too...a little unreliable.
"You already know each other, right?"
"Um."
It turned out that the man was not walking towards Song Lie, but towards the ordinary-looking man behind Song Lie. He nodded and showed some respect between his eyebrows.
After hearing his words, Zhao Jin cursed in his heart. What does it mean to already know someone? You haven’t said a few words until now, right? He didn't even know his name.
"This is Mr. Three, and this is Mr. Da. They will be your teachers from now on. Mr. Three will teach you martial arts, and Mr. Da will teach you swordsmanship and the art of war. You must study hard. Uncle Song and I are not as good as you in these aspects." them."
Song Lie seemed to understand what Zhao Jin was thinking, and stepped forward to introduce the two of them to him.
Zhao Jin was a little surprised that even the aloof Uncle Song claimed to be inferior to them in some aspects. He wanted to see how powerful these two people were.
From the moment he entered until now, he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy from the two of them, and couldn't tell their strength at all.
There are only two situations that can explain it. One is that they are ordinary people with no spiritual power, and the other is that their strength is too powerful, so powerful that he can't even see the slightest details if they just stand there and observe him. Come.
Judging from Song Lie's attitude towards them, Zhao Jin was very sure that it was the latter.
Although he had endless thoughts in his heart, he still bowed respectfully.
"Zhao Jin pays homage to the two gentlemen."
"Um."
The older gentleman who looked ordinary but was so mysterious and weird nodded, but the third gentleman dressed as a young and Dangerous boy was a bit unique even in his apprenticeship.
"What do you call Mr. Third? It's so ugly. You call me brother, you call me brother tiger."
Seeing that this person didn't sound like he was being polite, Zhao Jin responded obediently.
"Hello Brother Tiger!"
But as soon as he finished shouting, Zhao Jin felt a little twisted in his heart. Is this definitely an apprenticeship? Why does it feel like a young and Dangerous boy is worshiping the boss of a black society?
"Okay, let's get to know each other first. I'll cook for you. It's a short farewell meal. I'll leave in the afternoon. During this time, you should listen carefully to the words of these two gentlemen. You can trust them unconditionally. They will never I won’t harm you.”
Looking at Song Lie's solemn eyes, Zhao Jin also nodded seriously.
"Oh my, it's been a long time since I've had the food cooked by Chef Song. You have to make more."
As soon as Brother Tiger heard Song Lie's words, his eyes immediately lit up. Why did he feel that Brother Tiger, who was dressed as a young and Dangerous boy, had some social attributes?
"Okay, okay, I know you can eat it."
After listening to the conversation between the two, Zhao Jin was much less wary of Brother Hu and Mr. Da. In his impression, there were only a handful of people who could eat food cooked by Song Lie himself, and they were all close to him. .
Sometimes Zhao Jin thinks that given his uncle's withdrawn character, having so many good friends is probably due to his good cooking skills.
"Pour the tea."
Mr. Da ignored the conversation between the two, walked straight to the stone table, sat down, and softly uttered two very plain words. Although he did not say it to anyone clearly, Zhao Jin could clearly feel this. The words were spoken to him.
"Sir, please."
Zhao Jin respectfully filled the tea cup and handed it to Mr. Da gently. At the same time, he also refilled the tea cup that Brother Hu drank from before.
"Um."
After drinking a cup, Mr. Da gently turned his head to look at Zhao Jin. He stretched out his left hand and flipped it gently. A black stone egg the size of a basketball appeared on the stone table.
"Storage ring!?"
Seeing Mr. Da's operation, Zhao Jin quickly locked his eyes on the black ring on the index finger of Mr. Da's left hand.
Storage equipment common in novels does exist in this world, but most of them are disposable storage talismans or special Qiankun bags. Accessory storage equipment like this is extremely rare. Even the most famous ones on the black market It is also extremely rare to find good items in the Ping An Hotel at the auction house. This also leads to the fact that most people who own storage equipment are the heads of some powerful forces or high-level bosses.
From this point of view, not only is this big man very strong, but the forces behind him must also be very strong.
