One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 76 You little brat, let me loosen your bones for you.

Xi'an, Muslim Quarter.

As dusk settles, this renowned food street is already bustling with activity.

The shouts, the sizzling of the iron plate, and the clamor of the crowd blended into a wave of heat.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of lamb, cumin, and chili oil.

Excuse me! Please let me through!

"Excuse me, sir/madam, please move aside! My mouth is burning hot, thank you!!!"

Zhang Chulan was holding two steaming bowls of mutton stew.

Weaving through the crowd like an eel, I finally managed to squeeze my way to a small outdoor table.

The three elderly men were already seated at the table.

Su Wuxian held a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) in his left hand and a bottle of Bingfeng soda in his right, eating with his mouth full of oil.

Zhang Zhiwei held several skewers of large red willow mutton in his hand, spitting out sparks as he ate them.

In front of Tian Jinzhong was a large bowl of cold noodles and a bowl of spicy soup. He ate with sweat on his forehead, exclaiming that it was very satisfying.

"Slurp... Ha!"

Tian Jinzhong put down his bowl and wiped his mouth:

"It seems I still prefer noodles. The food in Biyou Village made me feel terrible."

"Great! The noodles in the Northwest are so chewy! They're so much better than the food we eat in the mountains!"

"That's right."

Su Wuxian took a bite of the steamed bun and mumbled indistinctly:

"When I passed by here eighty years ago, this was just a small alley. The mutton wasn't as gamey back then, but the seasonings are much stronger now. Each has its own merits."

Beside him, Wang Ye stared at the bill in his hand with a look of utter despair, then glanced at his elders who looked like they were starving ghosts reincarnated:

"Mr. Su...we've spent over three thousand yuan on food this afternoon alone...is your stomach a bottomless pit?"

"Don't worry so much about money. It's just an external thing. Besides, you have a black card!"

Su Wuxian waved his hand dismissively.

Things that money can solve aren't really problems.

"Hey Su, how do I pay by card at that stall..."

Wang was truly at his wit's end. If he swiped his card at a roadside stall, people would think he was crazy.

He paid for everything himself that afternoon.

Although the money was insignificant to him.

Zhang Chulan touched his ear for a while before finally recovering and looking at Su Wuxian:

"Master, where are Bao'er and Su Duo? Why haven't they returned yet?"

"Hey, it's over there."

Su Wuxian pointed to a stall not far away.

Feng Baobao and Su Duo were squatting on the ground, each holding a huge cotton candy.

He was gesturing to the stall owner about something.

"Master, how did you stretch this cotton candy? It's so big!"

Feng Baobao looked completely innocent.

Su Duo found it quite novel.

There were so many things she had never seen before.

This is so much fun!

"Young lady, this is my exclusive secret technique. You'll have to pay 2 yuan to learn it."

"Sure! Zhang Chulan's got money, I'll have him pay for you!"

Feng Baobao nodded. "That makes sense."

Su Duo, who was standing to the side, secretly took out her notebook and wrote down a passage.

[A small detail in life: Buying cotton candy required paying 2 yuan in tuition fees.]

If Su Wuxian saw this, he'd laugh himself to death.

I've learned a whole bunch of different things.

......

"That's good, this is life."

Zhang Zhiwei watched with a smile.

Suddenly, his hand holding the lamb skewers paused slightly, and his eyes, behind his sunglasses, glanced into the crowd behind him.

"However... there are always a few flies that like to swarm around the dining table, which is quite disgusting."

"fly?"

Zhang Chulan was taken aback, immediately becoming alert, and asked in a low voice:

"Master, are you referring to those guys from the service area earlier?"

"more than."

Su Wuxian swallowed the last bite of his steamed bun, then elegantly wiped his hands with a tissue.

"Besides those foreigners who reek of disgusting onions, there was also a stench from the sewers."

"The taste is quite familiar, very similar to the taste of Wang Family Cellar."

"They're probably remnants of the Wang family, or some die-hard members of the Quanxing sect."

"These people have been following us ever since we entered the city, and there have been three different groups of them."

"Damn it, it won't leave you alone."

Wang Ye frowned and was about to stand up:

"Mr. Su, have I taken care of it?"

"sit down."

A large hand landed on Wang Ye's shoulder.

Tian Jinzhong stood up.

He cracked his neck, producing a series of crisp "crackling" sounds, and a fierce smile, completely at odds with his kind appearance, appeared on his face.

"I've been feeling unwell the whole way, but I can finally stretch my muscles."

"You bunch of young people, all you know how to do is steal the spotlight."

"You were the ones who ordered food and carried our luggage along the way."

"What? You think this old man is useless?"

"Second Master, that's not what we meant..." Zhang Chulan quickly explained.

"Alright."

Tian Jinzhong waved his hand and pointed to a dimly lit alleyway next to him:

"I just ate too much, I feel a bit bloated."

"Perfect, I'll use these flies as a post-meal exercise to aid digestion."

"Don't anyone try to take it from me, or I'll fight them!"

After saying that, Tian Jinzhong put his hands behind his back and, like an old man who had just finished a stroll, sauntered into the quiet alley.

Su Wuxian watched his senior brother's retreating figure, smiled, and continued drinking his soda.

"Let him go."

"I've been holding it in for decades, but this itchy hand habit still needs to be treated slowly."

......

Inside a dead end.

The noise here is mostly blocked out, with only a few streetlights flickering on and off.

Tian Jinzhong walked deep into the alley.

He stopped, turned around, and shouted towards the empty alleyway entrance:

"Alright, stop hiding."

"Are you tired after following me all this way? Why don't you take a break?"

"Heh, old man, your senses are still quite sharp."

With a cold laugh, five or six people emerged from the shadows at the alley entrance.

The leader was a foreigner wearing a leather jacket, who was playing with a dagger in his hand.

Behind him were several strange-looking people with sinister eyes. Judging from their attire, they were from China, but their origins were unclear. They seemed to be from some unknown small sect or bounty hunters.

"Old man."

The foreigner, speaking broken Chinese, looked Tian Jinzhong up and down with disdain:

"Our boss is very interested in the purpose of your trip to the Qinling Mountains."

"And that woman named Feng Baobao, we'd also like to invite her for a cup of tea."

"If you know what's good for you, come with us. Don't force us to take action, or we'll tear your old bones apart and there won't be anywhere to fix them."

According to the intelligence they received.

Longhushan only needs to pay attention to two people now.

One is the old Celestial Master, and the other is Su Wuxian, who has just emerged from seclusion.

As for this Tian Jinzhong, I heard he's a cripple who's been disabled for decades.

There are recent rumors that he has stood up, but what fighting power can someone who has been crippled for so long have?

At best, he can only walk.

That's why they dared to take advantage of this isolated opportunity to try and capture a hostage.

"Take my bones apart?"

Tian Jinzhong was delighted.

He patted his thigh and then punched his chest:

"What a coincidence."

"My junior apprentice just set my bones a while ago. I was worried about who would check out my work."

"Since you're all so enthusiastic..."

Tian Jinzhong's eyes suddenly sharpened, and a surge of powerful golden energy instantly enveloped his entire body:

"Then let me help you loosen your bones."