Early the next morning, after Zhao Jin completed his normal daily training, he rested in the courtyard with tea.

"Really, didn't Uncle Song say that he was going to introduce me to two teachers today? Why are people missing early in the morning? Well, now Zhang Xiu and Li Ping are not here, and there is no one to talk to relieve boredom. ”

Taking a sip of tea, Zhao Jin complained to himself.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Zhao Jin looked suspicious.

"Strange, who's going to come to me this morning?"

Song Qingru just looked for him yesterday, and he is not her boyfriend, so she doesn't need to look for him every day, so it can't be her.

Who could that be?

Zhao Jin walked quickly to open the door with questions, and what caught his eye was an extremely tall and strong man.

How tall and strong are they?

Zhao Jin, who is already 1.8 meters tall, is like a little chicken in front of the other party, and the wooden door of the stone courtyard is not as wide as his.

He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a pair of brown crocodile leather shoes, a large golden tiger head in the center of the belt, and a chain like a chain around his waist.

Inside, there was a red shirt, and the buttons were only five buttoned below, revealing his bronzed strong chest and the steel chain hanging around his neck, and the chain pendant was a sign with the words "Third Battalion" three quaint Qin seals written on it.

A dark brown lapel jacket is worn over the red shirt, and the most exaggerated thing is that there is also a brown brown bear fur coat on the outside, coupled with a short braid, a large gold watch in his hand, and a fierce and resolute but cynical face.

It has to be the kind of old boy boss level, at least it seems that Chen Haonan can't do anything with one hand.

Luckily there are no tattoos.

Big gold chains, big gold watches, leather clothes and mink, this is more northeast than the northeast!

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for you."

The man's voice is full of magnetism, rough and heroic, and there is a kind of momentum of Jin Ge Iron Horse in his tone.

"What?"

Zhao Jin was stunned, he didn't know this person.

"I'm Song Lie's guest."

"Oh oh, you're looking for Uncle Song, right? Come in! ”

Zhao Jin respectfully invited the other party into the door, and with his size, he could only tilt his head sideways before he could walk into the small courtyard without touching the door frame.

"Well, it's too early."

Looking at the tattoos on the other party's forearm exposed because of his movements, Zhao Jin secretly thought in his heart, he didn't expect that such a withdrawn person as his uncle would still know this kind of "old boy".

The tattoo looked like the claws of some kind of terrifying beast, and it looked like the claws of some kind of evil spirit.

"Huh? It can't be some kind of demon's claw, right? Does it look quite similar, the ghost claws of the red devil? Isn't it asking a whole demon about you? Forget it, whatever, as long as it's not Guan Gong who has any tattoos and opens his eyes. ”

Thinking like this in his heart, the more he thought about it, the more chaotic it became, Zhao Jin had to throw these messy thoughts out of his head, and entertained the strong man as usual.

Well, it's really strong, it's a strong horse.

"Please."

Zhao Jin invited the man to sit down at the stone table in the small courtyard, poured a cup of tea without humility or arrogance, and then stood quietly beside the man, as well-behaved as a primary school student who was called to the office by the teacher.

There is no way, this man's momentum is too strong, he Zhao Jin is so oppressed that he can't stand it, and he doesn't dare to take a breath.

At the same time, Zhao Jin was still secretly thinking, Uncle Song said that he was going to find him two teachers with huge cocks today, wouldn't this be one of them?

It seems... The dick is quite a dick.,It's obviously the kind of person who has real skills.,It's not the appearance of a silver gun wax head.,I just don't know what the other party is.。

"Xiuxiu~~~"

The man sat with a golden knife, drinking tea as if he was drinking, and Zhao Jin was very insightful and kept adding tea to the other party.

Even the birds in the trees felt the momentum of the man, it was an incomparably powerful momentum that seemed to be suppressed even by the air, and the whole small courtyard was quiet only the faint sound of the wind and the sound of constantly drinking and pouring tea.

"Squeak~~~"

Finally, I don't know how long later, the door of the small courtyard was opened, Zhao Jin looked in the direction of the door as if he had been rescued, and the person who came was Uncle Song who he had in mind.

"Whew~~~"

"Uncle Song, someone is looking for you."

Feeling that the air in the small courtyard was finally loosening, Zhao Jin sighed heavily, and walked quickly towards Song Lie as if he was still sitting, as if the man who was still sitting was some kind of flood beast.

"Yo, you're here early!"

Song Lie beckoned the man forward, and when Zhao Jin approached Song Lie, he saw that there was another person behind him.

This person is dressed as a literati in ancient times, wearing a dark robe, his appearance looks ordinary, he is not very tall, and his face has a rather feminine paleness, if it were not for his bright silver-white long hair, such a person may not be able to be found in the crowd.

This person has a cold temperament, and Song Qingru's cold temperament is overshadowed in front of him.

What should this person say? Just like the color of his dress.

Xuan, the dawn of the sun leaps out of the sky before the horizon.

Xuan and 纁 (xun sound) are relative color names, taken from the celestial phenomenon of dawn. Xuan is not pure black, but red in black, so it is said in "Shuo Wen Jie Zi" that "Xuan, the one who is black and red is Xuan".

Extremely mysterious and noble.

Zhao Jin looked at him carefully, but he felt a little trance, his eyes became blurred, and then the demon refining pot in his body shook slightly, which woke Zhao Jin up.

This white-haired middle-aged man has a strange magic in him, and he can't look at it directly, otherwise he will unconsciously become his puppet.

Zhao Jin sighed secretly with palpitations, and then his heart moved again, thinking that the number of people seemed to be really there.

"Well, I'll have to see how my apprentice is doing."

The boy stood up and walked slowly towards Song Lie.

"Apprentice?"

Zhao Jin thought in his heart that this was indeed the case, this man like a foolish boy was indeed the master that Song Lie found for him. It's just that at this time he began to hesitate a little again, and this master also looked too ...... It's a bit unreliable.

"You already know each other, right?"

"Hmm."

It turned out that the man was not walking towards Song Lie, but walking towards the ordinary-looking man behind Song Lie, nodding, and there seemed to be some respect between his eyebrows.

Zhao Jin listened to his words, but there was a burst of slander in his heart, what does it mean to already know him? You haven't said a few words yet, have you? He didn't even know what his name was.

"This is Mr. Three, this is Mr. Big, and they will be your teachers in the future. Mr. Three teaches you martial arts, Mr. Big teaches you swordsmanship and the art of war, you have to learn hard, you Uncle Song and I are a little inferior to them in these aspects. ”

Song Lie seemed to see what Zhao Jin was thinking, and stepped forward to introduce the two to him.

Zhao Jin was a little surprised, even the arrogant Uncle Song claimed to be inferior to them in some aspects, he wanted to see how powerful these two people were.

From the moment he entered the door to the present, he didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power on the two of them, and he couldn't see their strength at all.

There are only two situations that can be explained, one is that they are ordinary people with no spiritual power, and the other is that their strength is too strong, so strong that they can't see the slightest detail just by standing there and observing him.

Judging from Song Lie's attitude towards them, Zhao Jin was sure that it was the latter.

Despite the infinite thoughts in his heart, he bowed respectfully on his face.

"Zhao Jin meets the two gentlemen."

"Hmm."

The big gentleman who obviously looked ordinary but was so mysterious and weird nodded, but the third gentleman dressed as an old boy was a bit maverick even apprenticed.

"What is Mr. Three, how ugly it is, call brother, call Brother Tiger."

Seeing that this person didn't seem to be pretending to be polite, Zhao Jin responded obediently.

"Brother Tiger is good!"

But as soon as he finished shouting, Zhao Jin felt a little twisted in his heart, must he be apprenticing? How does it feel like the little brother of the old boy is worshipping the boss of the Black Society?

"Okay, then you get to know each other first, I'll cook for you, it's a short parting meal, I'll leave in the afternoon, you have to listen to the two gentlemen during this time, you can trust them unconditionally, they will never harm you."

Looking at Song Lie's solemn eyes, Zhao Jin also nodded seriously.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've eaten Chef Song's food, you have to cook a few more piles."

As soon as Brother Tiger heard Song Lie's words, his eyes immediately lit up, how do you feel that this Tiger Brother dressed as an old boy has a bit of the attributes of a social cow?

"Okay, okay, I know you can eat it."

After listening to the conversation between the two, Zhao Jin let down his wariness of Brother Hu and Mr. Big a lot, and in his impression, there were only a handful of people who could eat the food made by Song Lie himself, and all of them were close to him.

Sometimes Zhao Jin thinks that with his uncle's withdrawn personality, it is estimated that it is due to his good cooking skills that he can have so many good friends.

"Pour tea."

Mr. Big didn't care about the conversation between the two, walked straight to the stone table and sat down, and gently spit out two extremely plain words, although he didn't say it clearly to anyone, but Zhao Jin could clearly feel that this was what he said to him.

"Sir, please."

Zhao Jin respectfully filled the tea and gently handed it to Mr. Big, and at the same time continued to fill the teacup that Brother Hu had drunk before.

"Hmm."

After drinking a cup, Mr. Big gently turned his head to look at Zhao Jin, stretched out his left hand, and with a slight flip, a pitch-black stone egg the size of a basketball appeared on the stone table.

"Storage ring!?"

Looking at Mr. Big's operation, Zhao Jin hurriedly locked his gaze on the black ring on Mr. Big's left index finger.

There are indeed common storage equipment in novels in this world, but most of them are one-time storage talismans, or special Qiankun bags, storage equipment like this kind of jewelry is extremely rare, and even the most famous auction in the black market, the Ping An Hotel, is also a very rare good thing, which also leads to the fact that most of the people who have storage equipment are the heads of some big forces or high-level bosses.

From this point of view, the strength of this big man himself is not only very strong, but the forces behind it must also be very strong.