Phoenix Hotel is very famous in the East Street area of Lanning City. It has high quality, considerate service and good taste. It is always crowded every dining time.
"Dad, I have eaten at this restaurant several times and it tastes very good. I wanted to take you to try it the day you came to Lanning City, but unfortunately something delayed me."
"I'm old and my sense of taste has deteriorated. No matter how delicious the food is, I can't taste it. Just entertain Xiao Chen well."
On the way here, they chatted several times, and Xiao Chen told them his name.
Similarly, Xiao Chen also learned that the old man's name was Huo Lin.
"Okay, I get it!"
Huo Qingsong didn't have a good impression of Xiao Chen and thought he must be a liar. However, seeing that he was still young, he didn't care about it. Anyway, he was just inviting him to a meal.
Huo Qingsong went to the front desk and asked: "Boss, are there any private rooms?"
"Yes, there happens to be the last room left. Xiao Zhang, take a few guests to box 13."
A beautiful waiter came over and led the three of them into the private room on the second floor.
When ordering, Huo Qingsong handed the recipe to Huo Lin, who in turn handed it to Xiao Chen.
"Xiao Chen, you can order whatever you want to eat, you're welcome!"
"good!"
Xiao Chen was really not polite at all. He picked up the menu and quickly cooked a few sumptuous dishes.
This behavior undoubtedly made Huo Qingsong a little annoyed.
A few expensive dishes were innocuous, and even if all the expensive dishes at the Phoenix Hotel were served, he wouldn't feel bad.
What annoyed him was Xiao Chen's attitude.
what is this?
They all say that guests do as they please, but Xiao Chen doesn't regard himself as an outsider at all. Those who don't know better think that Xiao Chen has anything to do with them?
"Mr. Huo, you don't seem happy?" Xiao Chen looked at Huo Qingsong with a funny expression.
Huo Qingsong snorted: "How dare I, you are the boss here!"
Huo Lin immediately scolded: "Qingsong, why are you talking?"
"Dad, he..." Huo Qingsong hesitated, then his eyes flashed, staring at Xiao Chen and asked:
"Xiao Chen, I paid for the meal, can you tell me now what you were doing under the overpass?"
"You really want to know?" Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows.
"Is there any hidden secret that cannot be revealed?"
"That's not true, it's just that maybe you won't believe it if I tell you." Xiao Chen picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.
Huo Qingsong said in a strange tone: "I heard someone said that you practiced boxing there at night and meditated there for three days. This is both boxing and meditation. You won't tell me that you are cultivating immortality, right?"
"So you know?" Xiao Chen chuckled, "Actually, there is a slight difference, but not much!"
"What, are you really cultivating immortality?" Huo Qingsong was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, his words and expressions filled with contempt.
Xiao Chen said lightly: "Is it funny?"
"This is probably the funniest joke I've heard this year!" Huo Qingsong couldn't help laughing, "Xiao Chen, do you know who we are?"
"I don't know!" Xiao Chen shook his head.
Huo Qingsong smiled again and said: "Of course you don't know that we are not from Lanning City, but from the provincial capital."
"Oh?" Xiao Chen looked at Huo Qingsong calmly, "Are you trying to say that people from provincial cities are superior to others?"
"I dare not say it because I am superior, but I am definitely more knowledgeable than you." Huo Qingsong lowered his voice and said solemnly, "I have seen real immortals, but your tricks are too childish!"
"Qingsong, you talk a bit too much, he is just a child." Huo Lin said in a deep voice.
"That's right, why am I competing with him?" Huo Qingsong patted his head, feeling that he was confused by anger.
Xiao Chen is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old student. When he talks about cultivating immortals, he is probably just joking. How can he be more serious?
Xiao Chen did not continue to talk, but he was thinking about it in his heart.
A true immortal?
Soon, he realized that Huo Qingsong was not talking about immortals, but warriors.
The way of ancient martial arts, passed down from ancient times to the present, can be divided into external strength and internal strength. Those with external strength can tear apart tigers, split wood and rocks. Those with internal strength can use clever strength to move a thousand catties in four ounces, and the strength of a thousand catties is behind!
After all, Xiao Chen had stayed on Earth for three years and didn't know anything about Earth.
However, comparing ancient martial arts with immortality is ridiculous.
The levels of ancient martial arts are divided into: external strength, internal strength, innate strength, and alchemy.
Immortal cultivators of the same level may be about the same strength as warriors, but in other aspects, they have many advantages over warriors.
Immortal cultivators can control fire, control wind, induce thunder, condense ice, and their spiritual power can be used to refine magic weapons and make talismans and seals.
When you reach the foundation building stage, you can train your spiritual consciousness and chase the enemy thousands of miles with a single thought, which is far better than the most advanced radar on earth.
As for the golden elixir stage, the human body is used as the cauldron, the essence is used as the medicine, and the spirit is the fire, which is calcined and fused to form the golden elixir. It can get rid of the reincarnation of grains and truly achieve the goal of fasting grains.
In that state, without eating, drinking, or sleeping, one's lifespan increases to five hundred years. In the eyes of the world, one is already regarded as an immortal immortal.
However, in the eyes of those who truly pursue the path of immortality, Golden elixir is only at the entry level.
Xiao Chen knew that Huo Qingsong had little knowledge, so he would not lower his status to argue with him. He just picked up the teacup and drank two sips of tea.
I have to say, this tea is pretty good.
Huo Qingsong secretly observed Xiao Chen's demeanor and smiled in his heart, "I exposed this kid's trick, and he is still so relaxed and comfortable. He is so thick-skinned!"
The atmosphere in the box became a little awkward. There was silence for a while, and no one spoke anymore.
After a few minutes, a quarrel suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting the three of them.
"Brother Lang, there's really no room inside, why don't you go eat somewhere else?"
"What are you talking about? My eldest brother wants to come to your place for dinner to give you face. How dare you ask us to go elsewhere? You don't want to stop the business?"
"no……"
"If you don't, just get out of here!"
Snapped!
The door of the box was opened with force, and a hunky-backed man came in with four young men, and glanced at Xiao Chen and the others.
"Isn't this place still empty?"
The restaurant owner ran over and said, "Brother Lang, they have already ordered."
"The food hasn't been served yet and the table is still clean. Isn't that just right? Let them go eat somewhere else."
"this……"
The hotel owner looked embarrassed.
"Forget it, I'll tell them!"
Brother Lang pushed the boss away and shouted at Xiao Chen and the others at the top of his lungs, "This box belongs to me now, you can leave."
"Why?" Huo Qingsong stood up and glared.
Brother Lang sneered: "My eldest brother has the final say in this area of East Street!"
Huo Qingsong said disdainfully: "What a small East Street, I tell you, my surname is Huo, Huo Qingsong from the Huo family!"
"What the hell is Huo Qingsong? My eldest brother is the biggest on Dongjie. Get out of here and don't make me angry!"
Brother Lang showed no respect at all and seemed to have never heard of Huo Qingsong.
"You..." Huo Qingsong was so angry that his face turned livid.
"What, you want to fight?"
Brother Lang took a step forward, the muscles on his face were trembling, and he had a fierce look. His aura forced Huo Qingsong to retreat.
At this time, Xiao Chen smiled and said: "Mr. Huo, you already said that you are from the provincial capital. No one here knows you. You will suffer a loss if you fight with them."
Huo Qingsong is not stupid, so why can't he understand the situation? He is a gentle man, and he can't beat Brother Lang, let alone Brother Lang, who has four younger brothers behind him.
The ancients said that when a scholar encounters a soldier, it is difficult to explain why. This probably describes this situation.
"Humph, I'll call someone over!"
Huo Qingsong picked up the phone and prepared to make a call.
Xiao Chen said again: "I'm afraid that the distant water can't save the near fire, and we will be kicked out before you can call people."
"Then what do you think we should do?" Huo Qingsong thought Xiao Chen was mocking him and couldn't help but said angrily, "How about you come?"
Xiao Chen sat on the chair, stretched out and said, "That's okay, after all, I want to eat, and I can't let others spoil my mood."
Huo Lin was afraid that Xiao Chen would act on his own initiative, so he quickly said: "Xiao Chen, don't mess around."
"Don't worry, I am sensible. In fact, the matter is not that complicated. There is a more direct way to make them retreat."
As Xiao Chen said this, he picked up the chopsticks on the table, tore open the package, took out one, and said easily, "I only need one chopstick!"
When Huo Lin heard this, he looked startled.
A chopstick made the five gangsters retreat. Are you kidding me?
Huo Qingsong couldn't stand Xiao Chen's bragging anymore, so he slapped the table and said: "If you can drive them away with a chopstick, I, Huo Qingsong, will obey you today!"
Brother Lang also heard Xiao Chen's words and stared at Xiao Chen angrily, "What did you say?"
When Huo Qingsong was about to make a call, Brother Lang was really panicked, fearing that he might actually be kicked onto the iron plate.
But when Xiao Chen asked for a chopstick, he was not convinced and thought Xiao Chen was insulting him.
"Okay, I'll see how you can drive us away with a chopstick today!"
Brother Lang just stood there, neither stepping forward nor retreating, looking at Xiao Chen provocatively.
When Xiao Chen heard this, he raised his eyebrows lightly and smiled coldly, "Then... you should open your eyes wide and look carefully!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Chen flicked his wrist slightly, and the chopsticks in his hand were like sharp arrows, flying out of his hand.
call out!
There was only a sharp sound that broke through the air, and no one was aware of the killing move. The chopsticks instantly pierced Brother Lang's shoulder and inserted into the wall behind him.
Boom!
Everyone's eyes were fixed, staring at the thick wall behind in horror.
There, half of the chopsticks were inserted deeply into the wall, and the other half was exposed, but it was stained with blood and dripping, which was shocking.