When the shopkeeper heard this, his face darkened. Then he looked at Zhu An, who looked indifferent, and vaguely understood something.
He glanced outside the door and grinned when he saw nothing unusual.
"Okay, it's all up to you."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pick up the bowl in front of Zhu An.
At the same time, the cuffs shook, and an almost invisible fine powder floated out. Driven by a stream of air, it quietly penetrated into Zhu An's mouth and nose.
The third stage of Qi refining: leaving the body - the spiritual energy in the Qi refining master's meridians can escape from the body and act on the surrounding things.
"Controlling the sword with Qi" that countless people dream of can be realized in this realm.
The shopkeeper, who was actually a third-level Qi practitioner, had long hidden powerful potions in his sleeves, and then used his Qi to control them and carry out sneak attacks.
This move was unexpected and easy to succeed. Even a pure body refiner who was as strong as an ox on the other side had to be knocked down on the spot.
"I got him from the kitchen after being knocked unconscious. I want to see what this guy's background is." The shopkeeper began to think about some method of torture that would make little noise.
But he saw that the young man took a deep breath and inhaled all the drug into his nose. His face was as usual and his eyes were clear.
The shopkeeper was stunned and whispered: "It's a master!"
In an instant, the entire noodle shop was filled with murderous aura, and the room temperature seemed to have dropped a bit.
With a creak, the man quickly closed the door.
The cooks, the cooks, the handymen...these ordinary-looking noodle shop operators had already gathered around, all with unkind eyes, as if they were disdainful and mocking.
"How dare you barge in here alone, do you think you are the master?"
"Take it!"
call--
Inside the small room, strong winds were blowing.
…
"Spare your life, spare your life! We are also forced to have no choice!"
In the noodle shop, everyone knelt in a row, their heads were gray and their faces were gray, and the murderous aura they had before disappeared.
Zhu An was still sitting in his original position, eating the bowl of beef noodles on the table with relish, and was in a good mood.
When I came to Guangping today, I suddenly became interested and wanted to taste the fireworks in the world.
This is also a rare mind-cultivation experience.
After taking a mouthful of noodle soup, he seemed to have transformed back into the young man from his previous life, and all kinds of memories of eating and drinking gradually emerged from the dust.
"It's a pleasure to be friends, sit around the table, drink wine and eat meat."
“It’s nice to cook a pot of instant noodles by the window in the cold late winter and share it with your roommates.”
"Alas, bamboo is not as enjoyable as people."
The shopkeeper quietly raised his head and felt a little aggrieved when he saw Zhu An enjoying his meal.
Didn’t you say you don’t eat beef?
The atmosphere in the noodle shop was a bit depressing, with only the sound of slurping noodles constantly breaking the tranquility.
The people in the kneeling row were all uneasy, and they didn't know what this mysterious young man with terrifying combat power was planning.
Finally, Zhu An finished the last mouthful of noodle soup, touched his belly with satisfaction, and then said:
"The grandson of King Qingyang is hiding in the back kitchen, bring him here."
Everyone's luck was shattered, and their faces were all ashen.
The shopkeeper was mentally prepared, sighed secretly, and nodded in cooperation, "I'll bring it to you."
For this mission, they had been lurking for a whole year, and they had perfected their noodle cooking skills.
I finally got the target the day before yesterday, but before I could move it, it was exposed today.
An unidentified young master just broke in and seemed to know everything. What could they do?
But at this moment, the shopkeeper still has a glimmer of hope.
King Qingyang's precious grandson cannot take the demon clan with him. If he dies here, the mission will not be considered a complete failure.
He got up and went to the kitchen, held down a beef cow, and cut open its belly with a knife.
The grandson of King Qingyang, whom almost half of the human race was looking for, was hiding in the belly of a live cow, thus evading the search.
The shopkeeper knew that Zhu An was staring at him, and at this distance, he had no chance to make a move.
Just be honest, carry the unconscious child to the front hall, and then continue to kneel down.
During this period, the shopkeeper didn't say anything, but he was secretly expecting in his heart——
This child has a strange poison in his body. If he is woken up directly or receives too much stimulation, he will easily die suddenly.
He deliberately didn't warn him, and just waited for this mysterious young man to act randomly and kill the grandson of King Qingyang in a reckless way. That would be interesting.
The next moment, his eyes changed from expectation to astonishment.
I saw the mysterious young man feeding the child something unknown. After a few breaths, the child slowly woke up with a rosy complexion and no signs of poisoning.
Isn't this poison a strange poison that is rare in the world and difficult for medicine kings to cure? The person who handed it over to him once patted his chest and guaranteed that no one in the human race could crack it on the spot.
The shopkeeper fell into deep confusion...
The grandson of King Qingyang is young, in his early ten years, similar to Xiao Fei from Beishan Village.
But when he woke up, he was very calm, his eyes were clear, and he had a calm temperament that far exceeded his age.
The child looked around and guessed what happened, and was suddenly surprised and happy.
At this time, Zhu An put on his bamboo hat again, got up and was about to go out.
The child hurriedly caught up, gave a big salute, and said respectfully: "This kid is Ren Changfeng of the Qingyang Ren family. I would like to thank my senior for saving my life!"
"May I ask what your benefactor's name is? Which faction is he the strongest?"
Name...?
Zhu An thought for a while, recalled the identity he had set back then, and said with a smile:
"Without a name or surname, he wanders from place to place, just like a guest from the rivers and seas."
Ren Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then continued to follow and asked:
"If my benefactor has nothing to do, why don't you wait for two days? When my elders arrive, I will thank you profusely and I will not let you down."
Zhu An looked back and smiled, "No, you are safe."
The shopkeepers who were kneeling in the noodle shop secretly looked at Ren Changfeng's thin back, and then looked at each other, ready to make a move.
It's a good opportunity to get started.
They seemed to be frightened, but in fact they were all dead soldiers, just waiting for a good opportunity to take action.
The reason why I was extremely honest before was because I was too close to the mysterious young man in the noodle shop, and there was no point in resisting.
But now, this young man who calls himself a "guest from Jianghai" is the first to leave the noodle shop, leaving his children behind.
How dare you be so pretentious?
"superior!"
The shopkeeper and the others were about to burst into violence, but saw the young man looking back at them.
Several people were instantly horrified. They felt that all the thoughts and memories in their hearts were exposed. They were completely exposed by this glance and could not hide anything.
They lost what little energy they had left and knelt there blankly. They felt that they were carrying a heavy burden and could no longer stand up...
Outside the noodle shop, Ren Changfeng saw that it was useless to hold on, so he touched in his arms, found a fish-shaped jade pendant, and handed it over with both hands.
"My benefactor, if by chance you come to Qingyang City in the future and hold this jade pendant, we will know that it is you who is here."
Zhu An pondered for a moment, then finally nodded and took the jade pendant.
This child is indeed sensible, well-mannered, and mature at a young age. No wonder he is deeply loved by King Qingyang.
However, he also saw that the more critical reason why Ren Changfeng was taken seriously was his talent.
This child has extraordinary talents, and the meridians in his body are like the lines of a thousand-year-old pine, mysterious and mysterious. He represents a top-notch Qi-refining spirit. If he is cultivated well, he may become the second Qingyang King.
If he, the bamboo of the North Mountain, taught him personally, he might even be able to excel.
Unfortunately, this kid has become famous and has received too much attention, making it difficult for anyone related to him to hide his identity.
It can only be said that they are destined to be together.
But no matter what, accepting this jade pendant represents Zhu An's initial recognition.
The young genius Ren Changfeng, the grandson of King Qingyang, has finally come into his sight.
"See you tomorrow. I hope you can still be like today." Zhu An waved his hand casually, turned and walked into another street.
Ren Changfeng turned the corner and was stunned.
"Where are the people?"
The street ahead was empty, and there was no sign of the young man wearing a bamboo hat anymore.
Soon, the city lord Zou Qin came from patrolling the streets. When he saw this child in wrinkled Chinese clothes, looking around, he was suddenly excited.
Appearance, age, clothes...everything matched.
In an instant, his original anxious mood disappeared and was replaced by incomparable relaxation and ecstasy.
"Young Master Ren, I finally found you!"
The three-level body-refining martial artist almost lost his composure and ran over to protect the child.
Ren Changfeng pointed in the direction Zou Qin came from and asked eagerly: "Sir, did you see a young man wearing a bamboo hat just now?"
"A young man wearing a hat? No." Zou Qin shook his head.
Ren Changfeng snorted and looked ahead with some disappointment.
Although he was successfully rescued, he always felt inexplicable regret, as if he had missed something...
