The vast sea of ​​clouds is still, solidified, and pale in color, like an ancient wasteland, making people feel terrifying.

On the road, there are scattered passers-by, and everyone is running around for their own affairs, and He Yiming is undoubtedly one of them.

However, at this moment, He Yiming was walking on the road, and even if he met someone who was very familiar with him, he would not dare to recognize him.

Fourteen-year-old He Yiming has excellent physical development because he has been practicing martial arts for many years, but he is not the kind of person with a very large skeleton, so his body is still thinner than ordinary adults.

However, with the help of bone transformation surgery, He Yiming's body was lifted up a little.

Not only that, he also disguised his face, looking like a down-and-out man in his thirties. As long as he stood still and didn't speak, even if He Quanming and Lin Wenyu sat face to face with him, it would be impossible to see the flaws.

Of course, He Yiming also knew that due to his experience, he might not be able to dress a down-and-out man in a vivid way. However, this was just his attempt. When he became more experienced in the future, he would naturally be similar. Moreover, no one here would pay special attention to him.

Looking up at the thick white clouds in the air that seemed to be endless, He Yiming slowed down a little. This time, due to some ulterior motive, he did not ride a horse, but walked completely on his legs.

With his strength, he naturally could not feel tired, but he could inevitably feel a little lonely when he walked alone.

After all, this was the first time he had left home alone.

His ears suddenly shook slightly, and a slight sound of horse hooves came from the distance behind him. He moved slightly. This avenue was very famous in Taicang County because it was the only road leading to Xujiabao. Those who had the courage to run horses and gallop on this avenue probably had some connection with Xujiabao.

His body leaned a little aside and walked silently. When the sound of horse hooves gradually became louder and almost came behind him, he pretended to look over in a daze.

When he saw the passengers immediately, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. This person was Xu Yucai, who had been shocked by his palm.

After a quick glance, the best among the three generations of the Xu family seemed to have a hint of worry on his face, as if he had a very heavy mind. He rode a horse and galloped past him without even turning his eyes.

He Yiming was secretly surprised in his heart, pondered for a moment, accelerated his pace a little, and rushed forward.

When the sun sets westward, he has already arrived in the small town before Xujiabao.

Xujia Castle is located in a valley surrounded by mountains on both sides and water on the other side. After more than a hundred years of hardship, the predecessors of the Xu family finally built a huge castle covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres in this easy-to-defense and difficult-to-attack environment.

In addition to the children of the Xu family, there are many diners recruited from other places, as well as many servants. Over the years, as the number of people increased, a small town that relied entirely on Xujiabao was gradually formed several miles before Xujiabao.

There are not many people in the town, only hundreds of people, but the residents inside are more or less connected with Xujiabao.

After He Yiming arrived at the town, he easily found the only inn in the town.

The inn is not small in size. For a town with only a few hundred people, this inn is already considered a huge hit. However, the ones who really came here to live were not the residents of the town, but the guests coming and going to Xujiabao.

When He Yiming walked into the inn, he immediately felt at least three pairs of eyes staying on him for a moment.

Perhaps because there are too many people like him, the attention of these eyes disappeared after a moment.

He Yiming thought to himself that his father and the others were right. There must be a shadow of Xujiabao behind this inn. All the people living in this inn will definitely be inspected by their secret whistle.

A waiter came up with a smile on his face. He Yiming pondered for a moment and asked for a single room and some wine and food.

The waiter was obviously stunned, but then he changed into a smile. But at this moment, He Yiming found that the gaze that had just withdrawn, he actually paid attention to it again.

He is also a smart person and immediately understands the reason.

At this moment, he was dressed as a down-and-out passerby. How could such a person choose to live in a single room?

He smiled bitterly in his heart. In fact, he shouldn't have entered this inn at all, or even entered this town at all.

However, since you have already come in, leaving immediately will make people even more suspicious.

He calmed down and followed the waiter into the single room. After a while, the waiter came with some simple food and drinks.

Just when he was about to leave, He Yiming stopped him and said, "Woman, Xujiabao is ahead."

The waiter bent down and lowered his hands, with a smile on his face, and said, "Yes, uncle, a few miles ahead are the famous Xujiabao in Taicang County."

He Yiming touched his chin. This time he came out, and he stuck a circle of beards on his chin, looking in his thirties. Looking at this waiter, he was only sixteen or seven years old, so it was not an exaggeration to call him Uncle.

"Woman, I heard that Xujiabao is one of the three major families in Taicang County. I wonder what the standards are there for the diners they recruit?" He Yiming asked casually.

He had already made up his mind before coming here. If no one asked, it would be the best. But if someone asked, then he would temporarily surrender to the Xu family as a diner.

Anyway, he will stay here for a month at most. Whether Cheng or Not, he will leave. As for whether the Xu family can find him again after he leaves, it has nothing to do with him.

The smile on the waiter's face remained unchanged, but his expression became more and more respectful: "Uncle, Xujiabao is indeed one of the three major families in our county. Their standard for recruiting diners is not high. It is said that as long as a cultivator with an internal strength of more than three levels, he can become a diner of the Xu family. If the internal strength can reach the fifth level, he is qualified to enter the inner treasure and learn the combat skills of Xujiabao."

He said this very quickly, and it was obvious that he had said it many times.

He Yiming nodded with satisfaction, threw a few copper plates over, and waved his hand. The waiter immediately smiled, thanked him repeatedly, and left the room half-bowed.

After leaving the room, the smile on the waiter's face disappeared immediately. He walked down and entered the inner room behind.

There was an old man about fifty years old there, holding a pole of dry tobacco and spitting out mist. When he saw the waiter coming in, he asked casually: "How is it?"

"I've already inquired. The man should have come from another county and wants to become a diner in the fort." The waiter said respectfully, and at this moment, there was a strong smell on his body, which was a world of difference from the waiter who had a flattering smile on his face and specialized in serving people.

"Hmph, it's not that simple to be a diner in our Xujiabao." The old man spat out a smoke ring, changed his tone and said, "Look at how good this person's internal strength is."

The waiter said respectfully: "According to what my disciple sees, this person's internal strength cultivation should be between the third and fifth levels. It is definitely more than enough to be a diner in the castle."

The old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "You are right. I think that person is also wandering here. I guess he will go to the fort to ask for food tomorrow. You can send a letter to the fort. If this person is really capable, then ask for the origin and use it."

"yes."

The old man took a sip of smoke and asked suddenly: "How long have you been here?"

"It's been a year since I've been here."

"Well, it's not too short for a year, and your eyesight has been developed. When you rotate next time, go back to the fort."

"Yes, thank you Uncle Qi." The waiter looked up in surprise and said gratefully.

The old man gently knocked the cigarette pole and said, "As a child of the foreign surname, you must practice well after returning to the fort. If you can be promoted to the sixth level of internal energy cultivation before the age of thirty, you will naturally be absorbed by the family and become a family elite. If you can't do it, then come out. All industries in the family also need to be supplemented by young blood. In short, as long as you don't betray the family, the family will definitely give you a background."

The look on the waiter's face became more and more respectful, and a faint blush caused by excitement appeared on his face.

The old man waved his hand slightly, and the waiter retreated.

Ten feet away from them, He Yiming's eyes slowly opened, his brows frowned slightly, and he guessed the identities of these two people in his heart.

If the old man and the waiter knew that there was a master in the store with a peak of tenth level staying overnight, then they would not dare to discuss it unscrupulously. However, no matter how they observed it, they would never have thought that the somewhat generous down-and-out man would be such a top expert.

However, although He Yiming heard their conversation, the Xu family was different from the He family after all. This is a family that has been passed down for more than a hundred years. The complexity of personnel and affairs in it is not something that He Yiming can know.

For example, the seventh master who was in the inn had never heard of it. However, this person's internal strength had an eighth level realm, and he could be regarded as the number one person no matter what.

Although the Xu and Cheng families are indeed inferior to the He family in terms of peak combat power, the heritage of a century-old inheritance is indeed extraordinary. At least among the eighth-level masters, the He family is far from being compared with these two aristocratic families.
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