I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 95: Can the takeaway company survive?

"Master, I'm back."

Zhang Jun opened the door with a basket of steamed buns.

I saw the old Taoist sitting in the courtyard wearing a Taoist robe. The bonfire in front of him had burned out, leaving only a pile of cinders.

The old Taoist glanced back at him and asked with a smile: "Are you in trouble?"

"Well, it's a little troublesome."

Zhang Jun took out a white paper bag with his name on it and handed it to Lao Dao, and told him what happened last night.

"It's the Wu family's victory-weary technique."

"The pair of junior brothers you beat up yesterday are from the Wu family. They are looking for trouble with you."

"What is the art of aversion to victory?"

Zhang Jun has never heard of such an uncommon name.

"You can understand a branch of Feng Shui. In the past, craftsmen had a low status, and many unscrupulous employers would bully them and withhold wages.

So some craftsmen were quietly mixing some dirty things into the house.

These things are collectively called [townships].

At the least, the family and home may be uneasy, and sometimes they may be injured or get into trouble with the government.

In severe cases, you will suffer from serious diseases, encounter disasters, die of children, and in the worst case, your family will be destroyed. It is a very vicious curse.

Of course, not all win-weary techniques are harmful. In fact, most of the win-weary techniques have the effect of stabilizing Feng Shui.

For example, the Pixiu and Qilin on the roof of the house are this kind of town objects, and they are called "Auspicious Yan".

It has the effect of suppressing a family's luck and ensuring the safety of the family home. The more wealthy families and inherited treasures have this kind of thing. "

As he spoke, the old man picked up the white bag in his hand.

"There's a lot of resentment in hospitals now. Using this little victory-defying technique can make people tricked without even realizing it, but they don't dare to kill them, otherwise... hey, that's just trapping themselves. ”

The old Taoist threw the white bag in his hand into the charcoal fire.

With a gentle blow, the white bag was used as a token, and when it was burned by the flames, it immediately turned into ashes.

The real thing of the caster will be burned, which may cause him to become seriously ill, or even burn him to death due to disgust.

Fortunately, the Wu family didn't dare to make a fatal move. The object was not complete, otherwise the caster would have been burned to death.

"By the way, Master, that ghost gave me a lighter. Do you want to see if it's of any use?"

Zhang Jun took out the lighter.

He felt that the lighter was of average quality, but the ghost gave it to him. It should be more than just a lighter.

The old man picked up the lighter and lit it, and saw the flame inside glowing green.

As soon as he took a photo, he saw that the surrounding air was distorted.

"It's a good thing, keep it. It contains corpse oil, ignites a fire, and has the ability of a candle to illuminate the underworld. To put it bluntly, it is a magic weapon that can travel through the underworld. You may never use it in the future."

"Oh!"

Zhang Jun thought for a while, and it was true that after he lit the cigarette with a lighter, he could see the other person's face clearly through the flames.

It should obviously be the lighter's ability.

This thing is interesting. Zhang Jun put the lighter away.

"Master, last night you..."

Zhang Jun came over and asked softly.

"We haven't reached an agreement. They want to bet with me and use their grandson's life to have a fight with you."

After finishing speaking, the old Taoist looked at Zhang Jun: "What do you think we should do?"

Zhang Jun was silent for a moment, then raised his head: "Then bet, I'm very familiar with this kind of thing."

Hearing Zhang Jun's words, the old Taoist nodded with a smile, then raised his hand and hit Zhang Jun on the head:
"Silly, our fists are bigger than theirs. If we can't reach an agreement, we'll beat them until they are willing to talk. Bet? That's something only children play. I'm old and don't like it."

Zhang Jun was so painful that he stomped his feet, covering his head and looking at the old man in front of him.

The morning light shone on the old guy's face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly, but Zhang Jun clearly felt that the old man seemed angry.

"Master, please explain to me, what level of strength do you have in those arenas?"

"level?"

The old man frowned and raised three fingers.

"Number three in the world?"

The old Taoist smiled slightly and did not explain the problem: "Let's go, I will teach you something today. Paper cranes are not always easy to use."

Zhang Jun's eyes lit up and he immediately followed behind.

The two came to the forest behind the Taoist temple, and the old Taoist found an open space.

"It's here."

"here?"

Zhang Jun looked around and wondered what the old Taoist was going to teach him: "Master, you're not going to ask me to stand on horseback and teach martial arts, right?"

The old Taoist rolled his eyes at him: "Children from those families and sects started practicing martial arts at the age of five. They practiced hard in the cold and summer, and then they built up their strong bones and muscles. It's too late for you to learn now. Fortunately, you have another chance."

The old Taoist said, poking his belly.

Zhang Jun knew that the old Taoist should be referring to Zixia Dan.

Just like when the two met for the first time, the old Taoist suspected that he had taken some of Taishang Laojun's golden elixir, his physical fitness was astonishingly good.

So the veteran didn't bother to teach him from the beginning, so he skipped over and started teaching him some real things.

The old Taoist pulled Zhang Jun aside and whispered a few words in his ear. Zhang Jun was confused for a while, and then looked at the old Taoist with shock on his face: "Is this okay?"

"Definitely!"

"you sure?"

"Stop talking nonsense, others can't learn this method."

…………

In the city center, the top-floor office of the takeaway branch building.

In the conference room, a young man held a milk tea straw in his mouth, holding a pen and a notebook in his hand, and began to study seriously.At the same time, his eyes were fixed on the four old men on the table, and his eyes were spinning.

"Swish..."

The pencil in his hand rustled, and he saw four old people drawn crookedly on the notebook. The style of the drawing was almost like that of a stick figure.

Then, they wrote their names on the heads of the four old people.

Yu Jinsheng, the four little hermits, the old antique merchant, and the old ghost on the grave.

"It's hard to deal with it. It's an old score, why was it brought out now?" Yu Jinsheng grimaced and threw the information on the table.

The host in charge of this meeting could only smile and say: "If the matter were not too difficult, I would definitely not disturb you old men. The requirements above are to handle it in a harmonious manner and minimize the impact of the situation as much as possible. Otherwise... a few Sir, who is going to persuade me?"

"advise?"

The old man, who was written by the young man as an old ghost on the grave, raised his head and glanced at the host: "Look at us old bones, who has the heavier bones in his body, you can let someone persuade him."

"Back then, he went down to the mountain and made a big fuss. In the end, he asked the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain to come forward and take him away. That is what happened. In the end, the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain was forced to go overseas, which cut off the Dharma lineage of Longhu Mountain. Now whoever wants to persuade anyone to go, I won’t go.”

Another merchant, Old Antiques, also had the same attitude.

The three old men categorically refused to touch the case, making the host look particularly embarrassed.

Finally, Si Xiaoyin opened his mouth to give the host a step up: "It's not that we won't handle this matter, it's that there's nothing we can do about it. This is a deadlock."

"If Shaolin Master Guanghui had been here two years ago, there might have been a turn for the better, but Master Guanghui has passed away. Now that this old guy is out of the mountain, he is sure that no one can suppress him."

When the host heard this, he could only look at the face of the young man sitting at the back.

The young man noticed something was wrong and quickly shook his head and said: "Don't look at me, I'm just attending the meeting on behalf of my grandfather. There are all seniors present, so it's not my junior's turn to speak."

All the talk was about this, and the host looked embarrassed.

"Everyone here is Lao Taishan from Central China. Isn't there anyone who can suppress him now?"

"do not!!"

The old ghost on the grave quickly stopped the host from continuing: "He is one of the top five in the world and he will beat three. We old bones go up here just to save grandpa. We can't beat him. We really can't beat him."

Si Xiaoyin could only explain with a wry smile: "Currently, no one in Central China can compete with him."

Seeing that the meeting had fallen into silence.

The young man sitting in the back poked his head out from behind the information book; "The old lady picks up the persimmons, how about we pick up the soft ones?"

The merchant's old antique simply closed his eyes, and the old ghost on the gravestone grinned and sneered.

Yu Jin Sheng looked at the young man with a smile: "The problem is that the other side is not a soft persimmon."

This matter is not a matter of the Gong family, nor is it a simple case.

Many people died in the pursuit of Meng Xingliang, including Meng Xingliang's friends, brothers, and some innocent people who were involved.

At that time, it could be said that they were the ones shielding Meng Xingliang and deserved to be implicated.

Now that the case has been reversed, what will happen to these people who died in vain?In these people's families, if a descendant jumps out, the reputation of the sects and families of those who participated in that year will be ruined.

Do they recognize those old guys hiding behind the Gong family or not?
This is no longer a matter of face.

"It's too complicated, I can't understand it, I can't understand it."

The young man shook his head repeatedly, not expecting the water to be so deep.

"Let's adjourn the meeting first, and then think of other ways when we go back. If we can persuade, we can do it. If we can't, we can only report it to the head office."

The host knew that the meeting could not continue, so he could only signal for the meeting to end.

A group of people walked out of the office.

The young man came to Yu Jinsheng with milk tea and said, "Old man, can we put some effort into this case from that businessman Nie Changhe?"

"Huh, you don't need to mention this. These are two cases. Nie Changhe was just the trigger. Besides, he was killed long ago after the incident was exposed. There is no trace of his body. What can be done about him?"

Yu Jinsheng reached out and patted the young man on the head: "Boy from the Xu family, go back and tell your grandfather that we should not get involved in this matter. If we offend Taoist Miaozhen, the matter may become even bigger."

"Oh!"

The young man nodded obediently and just looked down at the information in his hand. He seemed to have thought of something and deliberately slowed down his pace. He waited for the old men to walk away and then turned around and ran towards the archives room...

The sun is gradually setting.

Zhang Jun and Lao Tao were sitting in the courtyard of the Taoist temple.

There were some wine and food on the box, and a pot of rice wine was boiling in a small milk pot on the side.

A faint aroma of wine filled the air. This was not the 15-year-old wine he bought, but the old wine left by the old man from the Gong family last night.

After filling a whole jar, Zhang Jun threw in the [Shiquan Jindan Zha] and made a pot in the evening. He couldn't wait to taste it.

After the hot wine was hot, Zhang Jun filled a cup for the old man, and then he couldn't wait to pick up the cup and drink it.

Soon, a wave of heat rose along the abdomen and reached the lower back. A familiar feeling came over him, but it was far less intense than the previous [Zi Yuan Ju Shen Dan].

But this intensity is just right for my body in reality. If it were any harder, I might not be able to bear it.

The old Taoist tasted Zhang Jun's wine, took a sip, and stopped drinking.

"Master, how do you like this wine?"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Jun looked at Lao Dao expectantly.

This life was picked up by the master for him. Although he couldn't tell him about the things in the game world, he was happy to share the good things with this master.

"Okay, 20 years ago, I had no problem drinking it, but now I can't."

The old Taoist can naturally taste the power of this wine, but he is too old and his body has formed a fixed balance.

Just like an old smoker who has been smoking for more than 30 years.

If you suddenly stop smoking, your body's balance will be thrown off, and something will go wrong soon.

The old Taoist is in a similar state now, so even though he knows that the elixir in this wine is extraordinary, he doesn't dare to drink it rashly.

So Zhang Jun could only drink this pot of wine by himself.

As for the remaining jar, under the guidance of the old Taoist, Zhang Jun hid it in an abandoned mud cellar behind the Taoist temple.

Zhang Jun didn't understand why he hid the wine so far away.

The old Taoist did not explain, but bowed to the scarecrow with the Sanqing hanging in front of him, and said: "The secret of heaven must not be leaked..."

　The third update will be in the evening, I will do it as soon as possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)