C1 Someone Helped

It was a shop that had existed for three hundred years and had a history longer than even the Great New Dynasty itself. Even though the shop was simple, it provided three jars of fine wine each day, allowing people to die early in the morning. It was famous throughout the Eastern Lands, and it attracted countless customers from all over the Eastern Continent to enjoy its fragrance.

With more people and less wine, there would be scenes of people fighting for the last pot, and tables and stools would be smashed into smithereens. As time passed, the owner could no longer be bothered to change. Thus, the first floor of the Grand Hall turned into a large hall with no tables and chairs, with each person occupying a corner.

It was probably because there were no tables and chairs that it was more convenient to start a fight, and because there were so many people surrounding the place, the drunken hall had become a good place for young men to fight in the city since who knew when.

Today, in this hall, there were two young men of about fourteen or fifteen years of age who had fought so hard that the sky had turned black.

At first, these two were sturdy and sturdy, but each move was performed well, causing the surrounding customers to cheer loudly. In the end, it was unknown whether it was because they couldn't cultivate it or because they were too anxious, but they began to fight as if they were living on the streets. They scratched their faces and shook their heads as they watched.

After fighting for a while more, one of the purple-clothed youth who was even younger than the other actually had the upper hand, firmly nailing the other onto the ground and punching him full in the face. Only then did he laugh complacently: "Rong Family Xiao Qi, how is it? "Are you admitting defeat this time?"

Although "Rong Family Xiao Qi" on the ground had a bloody nose and face, was vaguely pig head shaped, and a few bloody wounds, she looked very painful, but she was very stubborn. Not only did she not accept defeat, she even constantly provoked him with her words, acting like a dead duck who was stubborn to the bone.

"Oh? Unconvinced? We'll beat you until you submit! " The purple-clothed youth swung his fist and was about to hit again, but before his fist could come into contact with the ground, he felt a sharp pain from under his armpit.

"Oh, who? Who ambushed your Young Master Long? " The violet-clothed youth loudly shouted as he looked around, only to find that there was no one behind him. The crowd of customers stopped their clamoring when they saw this, but they were all at a loss as if they didn't know what he was saying.

He knew something was wrong when he saw this. Rubbing his sore spot under his armpit, he rolled his eyes and grinned at the teenager below him: "Sure, Yung Yi. I didn't know that you had brought helpers. Sure, we'll beat you up here today.

With that, he jumped up, looked around at the crowd once more, then rushed out the door and left.

"Qiu Loong, don't run!" Try again! "

Perhaps because she knew that her face was unsightly after losing, that "Rong Family Xiao Qi" wanted to pat her butt and run away after saying a few pleasantries. However, when he arrived at the entrance, he hesitated for a moment. Then, he turned around and cupped his fist towards the crowd of customers. "I wonder which big brother helped you, thank you very much."

After waiting for a while and seeing everyone looking at each other with no one claiming anything, he knew that they probably didn't want to show their faces. Thus, he gritted his teeth and walked out the door while being pointed at by the crowd.

"This boy, he's half a circle larger than me, yet he can't defeat me. Isn't this a bit too embarrassing?" Some of the customers snickered.

Amidst the laughter, someone mysteriously said: "Old Tu, you don't know about this. This second generation ancestor was the sole son of the great general Rong Cheng. He didn't know which part of the general's brain went wrong and had never allowed him to train his Essence since he was young. How could he beat him with just the strength of his hands and feet? The other one is the youngest son of Qiu Family. Although he isn't an artefact, he has at least cultivated for a few years' worth of vitality. "

"Rong Cheng? The martial arts genius who had six daughters in a row? Why is he doing this? "

"About this, how am I supposed to know the secret of the general's estate?"

"Go, I don't know what to say."

"..."

In a remote corner of the second floor of the restaurant, under a pair of black, hooded robes, a cold smile could be seen in the seductive eyes hidden behind a pair of veils. The wrinkles at the corner of her eyes showed that she was quite old, but her eyes still possessed a seductive power.

"It's just a child fighting, is it worth it for my Na'er to do anything?"

She turned her gaze to a slender figure beside her.

It covered his head and face, revealing only his eyelashes, which were quite similar to the former. However, his eyes were a little young, and there was a kind of faint haggardness hidden within them.

"He... Is he that person? " The young girl's gentle voice, however, carried a sense of frailty.

Hearing that, the woman was surprised, but then her eyes started to move. She smiled and said, "Do you even need to ask grandma? "If not for the fact that you sensed the magic on him, would you even pay attention to these kids fighting?"

The girl smiled wryly but did not say anything.

The woman seemed to have guessed what she was thinking and sighed softly. "Grandmother understands that this kid isn't worthy of my precious granddaughter. But isn't he doing it to save your life?"

"No, that's not what Norrell meant." The young girl shook her head, unable to bear it. "Xiao'er, Xiao'er just doesn't want to harm the lives of others."

"Nonsense!" The woman was so excited that she almost couldn't control her voice, "Don't tell me you want to be like your mother and make your grandmother sad? This is what his father owes me, don't pity him. Tomorrow is this brat's fifteenth birthday, it's time to collect debts for your mother! "

"Yi, how did you get injured like this again?" Tomorrow is your fifteenth birthday birthday, and Father still has to hold a birthday banquet for you.

Seeing that the servant girl was wiping the blood and applying medicine on Yung Yi, a pretty young girl, who was in her twenties, walked around him. When she got excited, she couldn't help but lightly stamp her feet.

This was Yung Yi's sixth sister, Rong Yaner, the daughter of Rong Family Patriarch Rong Cheng's fourth wife. Although not the same mother, but because of their similar age, Yung Yi's six sisters had the best relationship with Yung Yi.

Rong Family was one of the Four Great Families of Great New Dynasty. More than ten years ago, even though he had suffered the disaster of clan extermination, Rong Cheng, who was known as the number one genius in the Eastern Lands in recent decades, had relied on his powerful profound strength at the seventh level of the Spirit Stage to revive his Rong Family in one go. When he paid his respect to the great general of the country, his profound strength was almost comparable to that of tens of thousands of people, when compared to his heavy martial arts and light inscriptions.

Rong Cheng had achieved success in his youth and had gotten married. Every single one of them was a proud daughter of heaven, famous throughout the Eastern Lands. It was unknown how many young talents of the same generation were jealous to the point of wanting to commit suicide. However, there was only one thing that made everyone snicker endlessly. It turned out that his four beauties actually helped him give birth to six girls in succession. It was not until the seventh that Third Wife Xue Yingyingli gave birth to the first and only son, Yung Yi.

However, how precious was he to have such a son? Ever since he was born, the wind and rain were like the wind and rain were like the rain and the rain were like the rain. This year, Yung Yi will turn 15, Rong Cheng is planning a long feast to celebrate his birthday.

"We're just meeting people like this, losing in a fight isn't a big deal, Sixth Sister, don't you guys fight every day at Clean Universe Sect?" Yung Yi had a face full of indifference, but no matter how he thought about it, it was a completely different matter.

Rong Yaner pouted. "Can you do the same? We were just sparring with our martial skills, and if we go as far as we can, how would we be able to grab onto our faces like you guys? "

He frowned and said: "Speaking of which, it's really strange. Father dotes on you so much, why did I not let you cultivate your Essence, in the end, you still can't enter the Clean Universe Sect to cultivate, causing you to lose out against a guy like Qiu Loong who can't even cultivate for eight years."

Yung Yi gave a wry smile: "Sixth Sister, I've been asking this question since I was eight and it's no use at all. Daddy wanted me to be 20 years old before I could start cultivating. Twenty years old, even the yellow flowers would be cold by then. Forget it, forget it. If worst comes to worst, I'll just stop practicing martial arts and get the top scholar for the Imperial Examinations. Now that I think about it, this young master's books are still read quite well. "

The earlier one started, the better. Most warriors would have to start training at eight or nine years old before they could condense their Dan Yuan and reach the lowest level in the origin realm. If he only started cultivating when he was twenty years old, his tendons and meridians would already be fully formed, and his entire life would be considered crippled. Who knew how long it would take to cultivate until he reached the Natal Transformation Stage, and then the third and third stage of the Spirit Stage, he would have no hope at all.

Therefore, Rong Cheng's decision puzzled the entire family. Every time they asked him a question, they would only get one sentence: No need to say more, I have my own plans.

"Come on, what's the use of studying alone in the Eastern Continent? However, Yi, don't let your imagination run wild. Let's happily finish tomorrow's birthday. "Oh yeah, about the injury on your face, I'll go ask my mother if there's any pills that can help you treat it faster."

Rong Yaner's mother, Shen Siling, was the granddaughter of the Great Elder of Clean Universe Sect, Shen Gong Qian. She specialized in inherited alchemy, and was known as the genius young lady of the Refiners' Realm. It was rare to see a level seven alchemist in the entire Great New Dynasty. More than half of the high level pellets, Talisman Pattern s and powerful weapons in the Rong Family had been refined by her.

After sending Rong Yaner off, her five sisters also came to visit. For a moment, they were chattering away noisily. It was not until Rong Cheng asked Yung Yi to go and question them that they bid their farewells and bid their farewells.

Yung Yi slowly walked to his father's door. He touched the blood on his face and twitched his mouth in annoyance. Then, he walked into the room with his lips curled up and a carefree smile on his face.

"Dad, you called me?"

Yung Yi was usually doted upon by his family, so he was never afraid of his parents. Even when they were fighting, he rarely scolded them.

However, the atmosphere today seemed to be a little different.