As the shopkeeper went up the stairs and entered the quiet and elegant sixth floor, adapting to the noise below and outside, Pu Yi entered the top floor of this area that was not too large, and suddenly had a fresh feeling of being away from the hustle and bustle.

The arrangement of the sixth floor is not so magnificent, only five round tables stand by the window, the faint incense is wafting from the incense ding, with the slight breeze circulating in the room, a few calligraphy and paintings are hung on the wall, not the hand of a famous artist, but vigorous and powerful, with a unique charm.

Four of the neat wooden tables were empty, and the only one sitting at the table in front of them was a middle-aged man, who was dressed in a way that made Di Cheng and them feel a little surprised again. Wrapped in a green shirt, with a long beard dancing lightly, long hair tied up at will, and a resolute face commensurate with elegance, it is particularly eye-catching.

If you suddenly look at a person dressed like this on the modern street, you will immediately become popular on the Internet and be named crossed. But at this moment, this situation, the man's faint aura, and the deep star-like eyes under the slightly closed eyes clearly show this person's extraordinary identity. When the shopkeeper came up and down, the light movements and the awe-filled salute strengthened their thoughts.

Di Cheng and Yang Jing exchanged glances, did not disturb each other, and sat down around the round table, the man in the green shirt seemed to be in deep thought, still quietly looking out of the window.

Until...... The smell of meat wafting from the shopkeeper when he served the wine and food destroyed the elegant environment, and the man in the green shirt frowned slightly and withdrew his gaze.

"Master, how do I feel weird?" Looking at the modern dress on his body, and then looking at the environment around him and the ancient utensils on the dining table, Sha Lang felt how strange and eccentric he was, and even his appetite was affected a little.

"It's not bad, you can't find this kind of environment in the city." Di Cheng looked at the environment outside the window, although the town is big, the restaurant is high enough, from this point of view, almost half of the town can be included in the eyes, under the effect of the open line of sight and incense, the irritable heart on the street just now has also calmed down, and his thoughts are lively. With his eyes sweeping, Di Cheng focused on observing the direction of the streets and the layout of various buildings, not expecting to suddenly discover the existence of the Guardian Hidden Clan, at least to have a clear understanding of the layout of the entire town, so as to facilitate his future escape.

Dahan eats to himself, as if his stomach is never full. Yang Jing and Sha Lang didn't have much appetite, they simply ate something, looked out the window, observed the layout of the town, and whispered a few words from time to time.

The man poured himself a cup of tea, gently blowing the heat wafting from the teacup, and his particularly bright eyes turned slightly on several people, and finally settled on Di Cheng, and said softly: "The hustle and bustle of the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, who knows that today is quiet, who knows the past." Young people, why did you come to this vast snowy region, for the name? For profit? Or maybe it's very much. ”

The strange tone and difficult sentences all made Yang Jing's three people who only knew how to fight frown, but fortunately, they could see that this person was extraordinary, but they just glanced at each other lightly, and did not say anything to contradict each other.

Di Cheng also withdrew his observational gaze, looked at the man who gave people a strange feeling, looked at each other slightly, and responded gently: "I am just a layman in the world, for fame, profit, and a last resort. ”

"Vulgar?" The man chuckled lightly: "In this world, is there still a saint?" No. Only the laity and the philistine, you ...... Is it vulgar or mediocre? ”

Di Cheng also smiled, raised the teacup and bowed to the man: "I am trying to get rid of the mediocrity and struggle towards the layman." ”

"What is a philistine? What is a layman? The man seemed to be a little interested, and looked at Di Cheng quietly, his tone was gentle, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, but there was an indescribable majesty that filled the space, faintly overpowering Di Cheng.

"Medioccrity and inaction end up being mediocre. For fame and profit, for ambition, for obsession, that is, for vulgarity. ”

"What is your name, what is your profit, what are your ambitions, and what are your obsessions?" The man's starry eyes flashed with a few strange glints, and his words were tight*.

"Name, for the highest peak; Benefit, for my tenth glory; Ambition and obsession are the fame and fortune I seek. Di Cheng squinted slightly, put down the teacup, and looked at the man from a distance, a strange feeling that he had never felt before lingered in his heart. He seemed to see a shadow in the depths of the man's deep eyes, a shadow similar to himself, that was ambition, and longing, but it seemed to be bound and imprisoned by something.

"The Most High...... Sure enough, an inexplicable sadness swept through the man's eyes, although it disappeared in a flash and returned to the depths again, it was captured by Di Cheng, who was staring closely.......

After a moment of silence, the man spoke again: "Obsession needs to be complemented by strength, ambition must be complemented by opportunities, and the two are combined, so that you can climb the stairs and step to the sky." What qualifications do you have to make such a bold statement, and what qualifications do you have to determine this fame and fortune? ”

"There is nothing in the world, only keep seeking, keep breaking through, and keep moving forward. Although I have just started, and I am thousands of miles away from that illusory goal, but ......" The corners of Di Cheng's mouth hooked slightly, and he looked directly at the man in green shirt: "At least I have started." ”

Looking at each other quietly, silent again, the man suddenly shook his head with a slow smile, raised the teacup in front of him, returned the toast from Fang Cai Di Cheng, and took the initiative to put forward his name: "My surname is Yuwen, my name is Huangxue, young man...... What about you? ”

"The surname is Di, and the name is Cheng."

Perhaps it was Fang Cai's intentional or unintentional exchange that won his favor, and Yuwen Huangxue, who hadn't spoken for a long time, couldn't help but say more: "From the east of the Snow Mountain? ”

"From China."

"Where's Huaxia?"

"I don't have a home for the time being, and I've wandered around, so I don't have a hometown, if I have to say one...... Then Inner Mongolia. ”

"Coming for the Black Fist?" Yuwen Huangxue's gaze couldn't help but turn to Yang Jing and Da Han, his strong body and full of evil intent were easily reminiscent of that kind of bloody fight.

"Sort of."

"Sort of...... Hehe, that's not it. Yuwen Huangxue clearly captured Di Cheng's pauses and changes in tone, and made a judgment very naturally. However, without waiting for Di Cheng to become vigilant, he did not dwell too much on this issue. "It's hard for me to come out, but I don't want to be able to meet the person who fell in love in this chaotic place, the course of life is really mysterious, there is a heavenly demarcation in the underworld, you and I meet here today, and it is also considered to be the word fate.

There is nothing brilliant about Kham Town, only the training camp and the black boxing arena, the training camp is closed to outsiders, but the black boxing stadium is a wonderful place. How, would you be interested in accompanying me to see a few shows and appreciate the style of the snowfield samurai? ”

"Brother Cheng (head of the family)." Yang Jing and Sha Lang reminded Di Cheng at the same time, this middle-aged man's words and deeds are strange, the key is to give them an inexplicable threat. Especially Yang Jing, he is quite proud of his strength, in fact, he has grown up in fighting since he was a child, and he is extremely powerful in terms of personal strength, combat experience and danger prediction, which can make a person of his level feel threatened...... There must be another layer of unknown domineering identity.

Yuwen Huangxue gently tasted the tea in the cup, closed her eyes and enjoyed it for a moment, got up and tidied up her green shirt slightly, and walked out, without saying more than half a word when she passed in a low voice, but it was like any invitation.

"I'm not against going to the Black Boxing Ring, but this person is weird, and it's best to stagger with him until you find out who he is, or don't go today." Yang Jing spoke again, he was bold and adventurous, but he had to consider Di Cheng's life safety first in this dangerous situation.

Glancing at the still steaming teacup on the table in front of him, and after a little silence, Di Cheng smiled softly and got up to follow.

"Brother Cheng!" The trio drank low.

"Let's go, let's go see the Black Fist Arena." The voice fluttered, and Di Cheng had already stepped downstairs.

"What to do? Do you want to tell King Kong that they're coming? Sha Lang frowned slightly, the town is a chaotic place, the black fist arena must be more complicated, in case you accidentally provoke someone, the battle is small, in case it attracts the attention of the guardian hermit, it will be a little troublesome.

"Don't inform King Kong, let's go and have a look first, bring weapons and go!" Signaling the two of them to be more careful, Yang Jing, who was a little helpless and faintly excited in his heart, hesitated for a moment and had to follow.