My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

It can be said that every secret book is a secret that is not passed down by major sects and families. Even if some fragments are occasionally circulated, they will be firmly held in the hands of many powerful and wealthy people.

These things are simply not something that ordinary people like them can possess.

Now, the old beggar started practicing martial arts as soon as he opened his mouth, holding a bunch of things in his hands.

So this is a wholesale department for cultivation techniques?

No doubt it must be fake.

Old beggar, you are clearly insulting his intelligence by holding a pile of useless books!

"Old man, I have one last piece of advice for you. Leave now."

"If you don't leave, I'll be rude to you."

His tone turned sour.

"Hey, hey, everything can be discussed. Why are you still so impatient?"

“These are all genuine products.”

"You have to think carefully. If you miss this opportunity, you will never get it again!"

The old beggar said meaningfully.

A harsh and roaring voice rang out in the noisy restaurant.

"Gui San'er, don't you see there are so many customers? Why are you wasting so much time talking to a beggar?"

"Don't you want to do this anymore? If you don't want to do this anymore, just get out!"

Gui Saner cried out in frustration.

"Boss, I'm not being lazy."

"This old beggar insisted on pulling me over, saying he wanted to trade his cultivation skills for some wine!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place erupted in laughter.

Strange things happen every year, but this year there are especially many.

I've heard of people trading antiques and other items for wine.

But this is the first time I have seen someone use cultivation techniques to exchange for wine.

Today I finally had a chance to open my eyes and butt.

The shopkeeper waved his hand with obvious impatience.

"He's just a beggar, just beat him out with sticks."

"Don't let him disturb the guests' interest."

As soon as he finished speaking, four or five aggressive men rushed out.

"stop!"

Zhong Qing couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

"I paid for his drinks!"

As Zhong Qing finished speaking, the shopkeeper's expression changed instantly.

"Yes, sir, please come in!"

Upon hearing this, the old beggar walked into the tavern with his head held high.

Then he approached Zhong Qing in a familiar manner.

He said with a smile: "Thanks, little brother!"

"Since you are warm-hearted and kind, I won't take advantage of you."

"I have nine sets of skills, all of which are top-grade cultivation techniques."

"Or, you can choose one and it will be used as payment for two bottles of wine!"

Zhong Qing could tell at a glance that the old man's skills were real.

Moreover, each of these skills is a top-notch skill, and is a ninth-grade skill.

This surprised him slightly.

A ninth-grade technique is enough to become the sect's magic formula of a second-rate sect.

The person who can use this kind of skill at will is not an ordinary person.

He immediately looked at the old beggar with his divine eyes.

The other party's information and secrets are instantly known.

This surprised him a little.

Unexpectedly, he had such an identity.

But he didn't care.

After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Meeting is destiny, so there's no need for any techniques or anything like that."

"I'll pay for your drinks today!"

"Enough!"

The old beggar did not seem happy when he heard this, but instead scratched his head anxiously.

"Oh my, little brother, you are just like those mediocre people who think this technique is fake."

"I'm telling you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Qing laughed and said, "Drinking is about mood. If you can't even drink to a good mood, what's the point of talking about other things?"

"Come, drink this cup!"

This gesture made the old beggar stunned.

He smacked his lips and said, "That's quite interesting."

"Little brother, just based on what you said, it's worthy for this old beggar to make a friend like you."

"Come, let me toast you!"

The interactions between people are often so wonderful.

Some people have known each other for dozens or even hundreds of years, but they are like strangers.

Some people can make friends over a glass of wine.

The word "fate" is wonderful beyond words.

……

Inside the tavern!

The old beggar chatted with Zhong Qing.

As the saying goes, a thousand cups of wine are not enough when meeting a good friend, but a single word is too much when there is no one to talk to.

Although the two met for the first time, they got along very well.

"Little brother, can you play chess?"

"How can there be wine without chess?"