A master of supernatural powers who started from low martial arts

Chapter 129 Liu Yishou

Time flies by.

Another half month passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past half month, the Guangwu Guild Hall has gradually gotten back on track. In addition to recruiting all disciples, all the cooks and women who cook and wash are also in place.

Lu Yuan continued to work as a hands-off shopkeeper comfortably. He spent the whole day either meditating or refining medicine. The mana in his body increased by a ray almost every day, and his speed improved rapidly.

At the same time, his three disciples Chen Zhantang, Peng Yidao, and Lin Sheng had already mastered "Guangwu Body Training Fist" and began to teach it to other disciples.

It has to be said that the first batch of disciples are quite good in quality, and they are serious and hard-working. There are many people who get up before dawn every day to practice martial arts and achieve new heights.

Of course, most of these people, regardless of their age, were ordinary in terms of their abilities, but there were also a few individuals who were talented and had outstanding abilities. Lu Yuan had kept them in mind during his occasional inspections, and decided to focus on their subsequent observation and training.

In addition, unlike in the past, when he was able to feed himself and the whole family without being hungry, now it can be said that it costs money to train so many disciples.

Although these people need to pay ten silver dollars a month to enter the museum, those from poor families and outstanding performers can also get a reduced fee or a complete exemption.

As the saying goes, a young man eats a poor man. These disciples in their teens and twenties consume a huge amount of food every day because of martial arts training. Lu Yuan also ensures that they have a sumptuous meal of meat every day, as well as the occasional soup, medicine, and supplements. Treatment of bruises and injuries, tendon-relaxing and bone-setting plasters, etc.

The monthly expenditure for each disciple should be at least twenty silver dollars. After deducting the admission fee, Lu Yuan would also give ten silver dollars per person per month.

noon.

"Master Liu, is the owner ready for today's medicinal diet? I'll deliver it to him."

Amidst the sounds of purring and various compliments, a gray-haired old man over fifty years old led two apprentices and brought several large bowls of delicious, delicious food to the table where Chen Zhantang and the other three were sitting.

Not to mention that there are people like Zhou Li who come from a poor background, who have never eaten such delicious food, and regard every meal as a delicacy.

"Nonsense, have you ever eaten dragon meat?"

"What I'm saying is, have another bowl, eat it and practice your martial arts well. The assessment in two months will make the gym owner look favorably on you!"

"Liu has one hand and the other. Uncle Liu is indeed a famous chef in the past, but he is just a stewed elbow. Why does it taste like eating dragon meat!"

Although the guild hall is new, the status of the three of them is obviously different from that of other disciples, and their food and clothing are much better. Although Lu Yuan did not accept the three of them as disciples, the three of them have the status of the founding disciples in the eyes of other disciples. .

The old man was naturally the famous chef Liu Yishou from Jinjin. Chen Zhantang asked immediately:

As the owner of the restaurant, Lu Yuan basically does not eat with his disciples, and what he eats every day is not ordinary food, but a medicinal diet stewed with yellow beef tendon meat and various ginseng, angelica and other medicinal materials.

After they sat down, they did not move their chopsticks immediately, but waited patiently for the arrival of the three disciples, Peng Yidao, Chen Zhantang, and Lin Sheng.

"Hehe, that's what it means. If I hadn't been lucky enough to work under the owner of the restaurant, I wouldn't have known that an ordinary stewed elbow could be so delicious and the portion was so filling."

In the backyard of the guild hall, several disciples carried long wooden tables out of the kitchen, and then brought out large pots of vegetables and meat and placed them on the table.

Many of these disciples are from fairly well-to-do families and at least have enough food and clothing. However, practicing martial arts every day in the guild hall consumes a lot of money. In addition, Chen Zhantang specially hired a well-known person in Jinjin for the guild hall through his family connections. The famous chef's ordinary meals are extremely delicious, causing everyone to eat like a glutton.

In a short time, seven or eight long wooden tables were filled to the brim. After the bell rang, the sweating and bare-chested disciples walked out of the back door of the hall talking and laughing, and rushed to the dining table impatiently.

Soon, Chen Zhantang, Peng Yidao and three other people arrived. After a casual greeting, the seventy or eighty disciples picked up their rice bowls and wolfed down their food.

This day.

When Chen Zhantang heard this, he didn't insist anymore and nodded: "Okay, please send it to the sect master as soon as possible."

Just to maintain the guild hall, it costs about two thousand silver dollars a month. If he hadn't paid off Deng Xiaolin's family fortune, he would now be a rich man with a net worth of nearly one million, and he would really not be able to afford such expenses.

Facing the inquiry, Liu Yishou was stunned for a moment, and then said hurriedly:

"No, no, I'll just send it to the restaurant owner myself. By the way, ask him if he needs to change the medicinal diet and recipes."

Liu Yishou agreed solemnly, then led his apprentice into the kitchen, picked up two casseroles and left quickly.

Looking at his leaving figure, Peng Yidao frowned slightly:

"Strange, why do I always feel that Master Liu has been a little absent-minded these past two days."

"I feel it too."

Lin Sheng, who also had a background of traveling around the world, also wondered:

"I heard two of his apprentices say privately that yesterday when he was making medicinal meals for the sect master, he even mistook sugar for salt and wasted a large pot of medicinal ingredients."

Peng Yidao immediately said: "Liu Yishou has been a cook for decades, how could he make such a low-level mistake and be so uneasy? Could it be that something happened at home?"

"Maybe it's because of his son?"

Chen Zhantang frowned and said:

"I remember that his son was a bad gambler. A man in his thirties could not stand up to the wall, and he completely ruined the huge business that Liu had saved. If it weren't for this reason, he would not be able to take care of his old age. It’s so easy to be asked to come out of the mountain and come here to be the chef.”

"Junior Brother Chen, if this is the case, then Liu Yishou must be reminded."

Peng Yidao solemnly said:

"It's okay for us people. It doesn't matter if we eat more or less salt. But the owner of the restaurant must not be careless in the medicinal diet. If he makes any mistakes again, it will damage your face."

Liu Yishou was able to work as a chef at Guangwu Guild Hall mainly because of Chen Zhantang. He suddenly said solemnly:

"I understand. I'll talk to him in a moment."

They were chatting here.

Liu Yishou, who was already worried, led his two apprentices to the outside of the courtyard where Lu Yuan was, and then pulled the bell rope on the side.

After receiving the response, they entered the courtyard and brought two pots of medicinal food directly to the stone table in the courtyard pavilion. When they saw Lu Yuan emerging from the courtyard, they asked respectfully:

"Master, do you want to enjoy it here, or do you want us to bring it in for you?"

Lu Yuan nodded and said:

"Just here."

Liu Yishou and the other three people quickly placed the dishes and chopsticks. When Lu Yuan sat down, he did not retreat as usual, but showed an expression that was hesitant to speak.

Liu Yishou's unusual situation could not be hidden from Lu Yuan's eyes. He turned his eyes as if he could penetrate people's hearts:

"What, Master Liu, do you have anything else to do?"

Liu Yishou's expression changed several times, and there seemed to be a flash of struggle in his eyes. Finally, he lowered his head and said tremblingly:

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong. There's just something going on at home. I'd like to take a leave of absence from you this afternoon to deal with it. Is that okay?"

Lu Yuan didn't take it seriously:

"What do I think it is? It's just a half-day vacation. Of course it's okay. What happened to your family? Do you need help from people in the guild hall?" Liu Yishou's face tightened and he said quickly: "No, no, I can handle it myself."

Lu Yuan nodded:

"Okay then, go ahead."

Liu Yishou immediately bowed and led the apprentices back out, leaving the apprentices waiting outside the courtyard to clear away the dishes. He hurried back to the kitchen, took off his apron, put on casual clothes, and prepared to go out.

But before going out, he was stopped by Chen Zhantang.

"Master Liu, where are you going?"

Liu Yishou quickly replied: "That's it, Mr. Chen, I just asked the owner for a half-day leave and planned to go home."

Instructing the other party to come to a secluded corner, Chen Zhantang frowned and said:

"We have always felt that you have been uneasy these past two days, but what happened at home?"

Liu Yishou's eyes froze, and he forced a smile:

"Something happened. My son failed to live up to expectations and owed a large gambling debt, which led to the creditor's visit. So I was distracted yesterday when I was in charge. I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry. "

"Master Liu, I hope you won't make such a mistake again."

Chen Zhantang said with warning in his eyes:

"Being able to go to the Guangwu Guild Hall to cook for Master Lu is something that many chefs in Jinjin City can only dream of. I recommend you to come here, but don't embarrass me by ruining your reputation!"

Although Liu Yishou is a famous chef in Jinjin, it is not difficult to find a few chefs of the same level in Jinjin. Hearing this, he immediately panicked and said:

"I understand, I understand, and I promise I will never do it again!"

Chen Zhantang nodded: "Okay, go ahead and take care of the matter."

Liu Yishou nodded repeatedly, then walked out of the club in a cold sweat, reached out on the street and stopped a rickshaw.

After getting into the car and reporting his address, he felt restless, with a look of struggle and confusion on his face alternately.

It wasn't until the rickshaw stopped near the Shah Concession that he came to his senses, gritted his teeth, paid and got off, as if he had made some kind of decision.

When the driver drove away, he scanned the surroundings carefully, then walked around until he came to a small white western-style building with a garden, and knocked on the door gently.

A moment after the bell rang, two tall Shae men pushed open the door and walked out, welcoming Liu Yishou in.

At first glance, a rough man sitting on the exotic sofa was none other than the former consul of the Shah Consulate, Tarkov.

"How is it, Master Liu?"

Looking at Liu Yishou, whose face was filled with vicissitudes of life and panic, he had a condescending smile on his face:

"Have you finally thought about it?"

Liu Yishou gritted his teeth:

"I can promise you, but I have to see my son and grandson first to make sure they are safe and sound, otherwise you can't let me do anything for you!"

Tarkov smiled slightly: "Of course, you can wait here."

After he whispered a few words in Shahe language to the Shah soldiers on the side, the other party left in a hurry.

Then about half an hour later, a steam locomotive approached from a distance, and finally stopped in front of the garden of the bungalow.

Afterwards, several wolf-like and tiger-like Shahe men jumped out of the car and escorted a man, a woman, and a six or seven-year-old child to a bungalow.

"Dad, save me, save me!"

"Grandpa, Grandpa"

After the door opened, Liu Yishou turned around and saw that his son Liu Xun was tied up, with a bruised nose and face, and scars all over his body. He looked a lot worse; his grandson was carried like a chicken by a Shah soldier. Crying in the hands.

The woman beside him is his daughter-in-law He Xiu'e. She is also the daughter of a scholar. She is diligent and thrifty in daily life, which makes him quite satisfied.

Yes, at this moment, He Xiu'e's clothes were messy and even torn, and there were clear slap marks on her face, as if she had been insulted, which made Liu Yishou's eyes suddenly turn red:

"What did you beasts do to my daughter-in-law!?"

"Relax, relax."

Tarkov laughed indifferently and said:

"This may be because your daughter-in-law is beautiful. Our young man can't help but be a little careless, but no one dares to really violate her with my order. Of course, if you refuse to do things for us or do things unfavorably, I promise to arrange a hundred A young man went and fucked her!"

"you you"

The blood from Liu Yi's hand rushed to his head, and his eyebrows and beard were all trembling violently.

Beside him, his son Liu Xun, who was tied up and had a bruised nose and face, begged with tears streaming down his face:

"Dad, no matter what they want to do, just promise them. You are the only son and grandson like me! If we don't have anyone to carry on the family lineage of the old Liu family!"

"Shut up you beast!"

Liu Yishou scolded sternly, then took a few deep breaths, looked at Tarkov, and said in a trembling voice:

"Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

"It's easy!"

Tarkov clapped his hands, and immediately a Shah soldier came forward with a small suitcase and opened it, revealing a glass tube the size of his index finger, which contained a colorless and odorless liquid.

Tarkov smiled and said:

"We just need you to add this to the meal you cook for him, and then wait for the situation to develop. As long as it happens, I will not only let your family go, but I will also give you a hundred thousand silver dollars as a bonus, and personally send someone How about sending your family to the Magic City Concession to live peacefully without worrying about anyone chasing you?"

Liu Yishou gritted his teeth and said: "Master Lu is a martial arts star who descends to the earth, a god-like figure. Can you really poison him? Will he discover it in advance?"

"Hahaha, where does a god come from in this world!"

Tarkov laughed out loud:

"Even gods descending to earth cannot withstand the power of the Blood Mass. This thing is colorless and odorless. If you, the chef, put it into the meal without knowing it, he will have a complete attack within three minutes after eating it, and he will die and be disabled.

So during this period, you can leave calmly through the back door of the Guangwu Guild Hall. I will personally bring someone to pick you up and ensure that you evacuate safely and will not be found and torn to pieces by the angry disciples of the Guild Hall. How about that? "

The whole family and even his own life were in each other's hands. Liu Yishou had no room to refuse and could only answer with a trembling voice:

"it is good"

(End of this chapter)