"Hahaha."

The old man's eyes shone brightly and he smiled and said, "Young man, how do you know I have something to say?" Yang Tianming said, "Your noodle restaurant is not to make money, but there must be some special things to do when you make clear soup noodles and Yangchun noodles; and I ordered the past few days. You were watching the whole process of eating noodles. You should be hesitating about what you want to say, whether you should say it; and I

When I just finished eating and drinking the soup, I found that your body was straight and obviously was about to talk about the serious business; but you haven't said it yet, which means that this matter is very important and important, and you are still hesitating."

The old man smiled and nodded: "No, not bad, you are careful."

"So what? Decide whether to say it or not?" Yang Tianming asked.

"You are not curious, don't you want to know what I'm going to say?" said the old man.

Yang Tianming shook his head: "As the saying goes, curiosity kills a cat. This matter can make you so entangled. It must be a big deal. Tell me, maybe it is not a good thing for me."

"hehe……"

The old man smiled, but his eyes narrowed.

Yang Tianming has already stood up.

As a result, the old man also stood up and said seriously: "I didn't want to be so hasty, but now the world has changed and everything is different. No one knows what will happen tomorrow, so I have to make a decision!"

The old man took a deep breath, looked at Yang Tianming with his eyes tightly, and said mysteriously: "Young man, actually... I am a cultivator!"

"Hmm?" Yang Tianming blinked, "I didn't see it."

Although the practice of Taoism and cultivation of truth are different and the methods of practice are different, the same practitioners have similarities.

He didn't see anything special about this old man...

Unless this old man has a higher cultivation level than him.

"Don't you believe it? I have been practicing for decades!" the old man glared and said, "Look at my body, I am now in my seventies, and I look like I am in my early sixties, and I am very tough."

Yang Tianming wanted to laugh a little.

The old man was in good health, but he could tell.

But this can only be considered strengthening the body at most. Whether it is practicing Taoism or practicing Taoism, I have never even touched the door...

However, it is true that there are Taoist classes in college now, and suddenly there are countless people who practice Taoism all over the world. It is not too strange that the old man said that he is a Taoist practitioner.

But Yang Tianming felt that this matter was not that simple.

Yang Tianming said: "Then do you see that I am also a monk?"

"Uh..." The old man was stunned and shook his head, "I didn't see it."

"Yes, I didn't realize that you are a cultivator," said Yang Tianming.

The old man glared: "I am a real cultivator, look!"

As he said that, the old man took a glass ashtray on the table, held it with both hands, and broke it hard.

With a click, the ashtray was broken into two.

The old man said proudly: "Did you see it? It's amazing."

As he said that, he pushed the ashtray in front of Yang Tianming: "You said you are a monk, how about you?"

Yang Tianming smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently patted the ashtray.

With a "bang", the two halves of ashtray were directly placed into the table by Yang Tianming!

The old man was stunned and looked at Yang Tianming with petrification for a long time.

"You believe it now?" Yang Tianming said with a smile.

"I believe it." The old man looked surprised and became both nervous and excited.

"Oh, I have lived for most of my life and finally met someone with real skills! Young man, how old are you, you have practiced so well? I have practiced for so many years, why are you still..."

Yang Tianming wanted to say: Uncle, you are not practicing at all, right?

"Young man, you must help me!" said the old man.

Yang Tianming smiled bitterly: "Uncle, this is what you want to tell me?"

The old man slapped his head and shook his head quickly: "No, no, look, this is the first time I saw a living monk, which made me so excited that I forgot about my business."

"Living..." Yang Tianming was speechless, "How did you see death?"

"Yes, I've just seen death." said the old man.

Well……

Yang Tianming is no longer able to complain.

"That happened decades ago. I saved a cultivator, but he was seriously injured and died not long after being rescued by me." The old man said.

"Is your practice he passed on to you?" Yang Tianming asked.

The old man nodded: "Yes, not only that, he also asked me to pass on the cultivation method of their sects, who are kind-hearted and pure and flawless, and they cannot be buried like this."

Yang Tianming smiled bitterly.

After decades, the old man has practiced this way, and that magic trick is not much stronger...

However, Yang Tianming still asked: "What is their sect's name? Maybe I still know it."

Just like Yang Tianming has dealt with all the famous and upright sects today, he dares to say that.

"Called by Sanjue Sect." said the old man.

"What?"

After the old man finished speaking, Yang Tianming glared.

"What, do you really know? No, the cultivator said at the beginning that few people in the world knew about their sect..." The old man was confused.

Yang Tianming asked quickly: "Are you sure it is really the Three Jue Sect?"

"You can't be wrong." The old man nodded, walked to the back of the counter, took out a small wooden box from under the counter, opened it, and took out a book from it and handed it to Yang Tianming, "Hey, look, this is their martial arts."

Yang Tianming was completely shocked when he saw the book handed over by the old man.

The old man sighed and said, "Although this technique is not good, it is indeed beneficial to the body when practicing it."

Yang Tianming smiled bitterly.

He has heard of this technique.

It is one of the three wise masters of the Three Sects: "The Heavenly Master"!

It is not an exaggeration to say how good this "Tianjue" is.

Because in rumors, this is the strongest martial arts in the world, no doubt about it!

Last time, Yang Tianming only found one copy of "The Legend of the People".

Unexpectedly, I found "Tianjue" in this unknown small shop?

Is this God's will?

Yang Tianming was puzzled, holding the exercises and looking at the old man: "This is what you were going to say before. Do you want to pass on the exercises for the Sanjuemen?" The old man nodded: "Yes, the method of making clear soup noodles and Yangchun noodles was also thought of by the practitioner. He told me that what I gained from cultivation is immortality, and the wealth and sex in the world are empty. Let me just open a shop and practice seriously, and the future will definitely be more laborious than a lifetime.

The mortal is strong."

Yang Tianming nodded: "That cultivator is a man of great wisdom. What is his name?" Sanjuemen was once glorious a thousand years ago, but later gradually declined. Even for nearly a hundred years, cultivators thought that the Sanjuemen were completely gone. Who would have thought that the Sanjuemen had passed on the successors of the Sanjuemen until now, and passed on this book "Tianjue" to

On his hands.

The old man shook his head: "He didn't say his name, but he told me something."

"What do you mean?" Yang Tianming asked. "He said, if he found the person who could entrust the book, told him, 'The person I am looking for is him, and the person he is looking for is me', and he naturally understood." The old man said.
Chapter completed!