Invincible Starts From One Punch Martial Arts

   Chapter 11 Kneel down!

   As Du Ming spoke, he took out the banknotes from the storage bag, including the banknotes he had traded with Xia Wuji in front of him, held them in both hands respectfully, took a few steps forward, and put them on the low table.

  The old man glanced and nodded.

   "Well done."

   "Thank you Guo for the compliment! This is what I should do next."

  Du Ming did not dare to take credit, he bowed respectfully and clasped his fists.

  The old man looked up at him and said, "Although the business has been done, you have made a big taboo."

   Du Ming's heart froze, and he hurriedly bowed again and clasped his fists and asked, "I'm stupid, please ask Old Guo to show me."

The old man said calmly: "The reason why the Wanxiang Tower can bloom all over the Great Chu Kingdom, even in the Great Zhou Dynasty, has many branches and has an excellent reputation, that is because we never mix too many personal feelings in our business. Everyone will be the same.”

   "Although the Xia family is down and out, as long as it doesn't perish for one day, it will be our customer for one day."

   "But after you learned the news of Xia Chenxiao's death, you obviously had a different feeling towards the young master of the Xia family. Not only did I feel this, but I guess even the young master of the Xia family felt it."

   "This is not advisable in business, and it is even more taboo in the operation of a large chain of chambers of commerce like Wanxianglou."

   Having said this, the old man's eyes suddenly sharpened.

   "You think that the young master of the Xia family has no way out, but who can say for sure about the world?"

   "The founder of our Wanxiang Building was also faced with a situation of nowhere to go back then, but didn't he create such a huge family business in the end?"

   "At that time, when the entire family died, Mo Jingtian, the sect master of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, got an opportunity, and finally soared into the sky, slaughtering forty-three families, a total of 34,000 people, opening up the way of slaughtering demons, and an era."

   "Fu Qingsong, the seven killers of Songhai Pavilion, Tan Qing, the master of Qinglong in Sihai Academy, and Zhang Xiaosheng of Confucianism Garden, which one did not regain a new life in the face of desperation, and thus gained a powerful force, and it is all right."

   "Ten years of Hedong and ten years of Hexi, are these examples still few?"

  Du Ming was dripping with cold sweat, his back was soaked wet.

   immediately fell to his knees with a thud, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said, "Elder Guo, Du Ming knows he is wrong."

The old man's sharp eyes returned to calm, and he said lightly: "You know that your eighth-rank spiritual root can be cultivated to the tenth level of Qi practice, and there is even a chance to build a foundation, but why are you still practicing Qi after so many years of practice? Is it the fifth floor?"

  Du Ming was shocked, suddenly raised his head and looked at the old man, his eyes were earnest, and he said earnestly: "Please teach me, Mr. Guo!"

The    old man nodded and said, "It's not because you lack resources or your talent for cultivating immortals is not enough, but because you are too deep in the world."

   "My generation is cultivating immortals, and entering the world means being born. However, the world is rolling, and you are too deep to be able to extricate yourself. You have already blinded your spirituality. Cultivating immortals is cultivating the mind.

   After these words, Du Ming suddenly realized.

   "Thank you Mr. Guo for calling!"

   then kowtowed, but made a big gift to the old man.

  The old man accepted it calmly, and then closed his eyes.

  Du Ming stood up, took a few steps back carefully, then opened the door, closed it gently and left.

   In the room, Master Guo opened his eyes, sighed slightly, and said to himself, "To manage a branch, you have to teach people the principles of self-cultivation. Alas, being a branch manager is really not easy~"

   picked up a stack of silver bills on the table and nodded in satisfaction.

   "It's good to start a business this early in the morning. It seems that today's harvest will not be bad. If this goes on, the income of the Blue Moon City branch will exceed that of Old Man Li's Xiangling City this month..."

   Thinking of rewarding Yuanyang Dan in the middle of the year, Guo Shiqi suddenly looked forward to it.

   With Yuanyang Pill, the Golden Pill Realm is hopeful...

  …

   After coming out of Vientiane Tower, the street has already started to become lively.

  Xia Wuji didn't hang out, he went straight back.

   When I got home, I saw that Xia Hu was chopping firewood in the kitchen yard, while Qiuyue was standing at the door of the restaurant with her arms crossed, watching Xia Hu busy.

   Aside from his pale complexion, he is completely fine.

   "Qiuyue, how's it going?"

  Xia Wuji asked with a smile.

   "Master is back."

  Xia Hu held the axe in one hand and the wood in the other, and greeted Xia Wuji with a smile.

   Yun Qingyao turned her head and looked at Xia Wuji with a pair of water-cutting eyes.

   This is the predecessor, the young master Xia Wuji... He looks good.

   However, if she knew that the young master in front of her had grabbed a pair of sinful hands to her chest early in the morning, she wondered whether she would still think that the other person was good-looking.

   "Xia Wuji."

   Yun Qingyao's words just came out, not only Xia Wuji was stunned, but Xia Hu was also stunned.

   "Little sister, what did you just say?"

  Xia Hu stopped what he was doing, thinking he had heard the wrong thing.

   "I said Xia Wuji."

   Yun Qingyao said again.

   She knew that her words would definitely shock the two men in the family.

   But she had to.

   Although she was reborn as a person at the bottom, she was determined to start from the bottom, and went through the red dust to sharpen her Taoism.

   But she will not be a servant of men.

   From the moment he was ready to cultivate immortals, his mind was deeply planted.

   Immortal practitioners need to control their own destiny, how can they become slaves of others.

   Not only that, she must even have her own name, and she must not call a servant like Qiuyue by the name.

   So, the first step is to change your identity.

   "Nonsense! You can call the young master's name too taboo?"

  Xia Hu was instantly angry.

   He knew that this younger sister had a more detached personality on weekdays, but no matter how detached she was, she couldn't escape to the point of calling the young master by her name.

   This girl is too fat!

   "Kneel down! Confess to the young master!"

  Xia Wuji waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's all a family."

   "That doesn't work either! She must kneel down and admit her mistake! It's totally unreasonable for a ghost to confuse her brain!"

  Xia Hu's face was full of anger.

   Immediately put down the things in his hand, walked in front of Yun Qingyao, stared at her, and shouted in a deep voice, "Don't kneel!"

   Yun Qingyao had expected this.

   She glanced at Xia Hu, then turned to look at Xia Wuji, and said earnestly with a small face: "Master Xia, from today onwards, I will leave my slave status."

Um?

  Xia Hu was stunned.

   Could it be that this girl really hurt her brain after being slapped by a ghost?

   Immediately worried.

   But his face was still full of anger, and he said angrily: "Xia Qiuyue!!"

   "When the whole village was plagued with plague, if the young master and his wife hadn't passed by and picked our brother and sister out of the dead, we would have died! Have you forgotten?"

"Not only did the young master and his wife not dislike it, they brought us back to Blue Moon City, and they took us in, taught us how to read and hyphenate words, and taught us exercises. But today, you dare to say such rebellious and ungrateful words, look at me. I won't kill you today!"

   After saying that, he raised his big fan-like hand to call out to Yun Qingyao's pretty little face.

   (end of this chapter)