The woman smiled sweetly: "It's an old man named Yi Bocheng. Cheng Ri hangs in the tavern, and he wears such a badge on his clothes."

When Xiao Yan and others heard Yi Bocheng's name, they were overjoyed. Isn't this exactly what Bo Shi mentioned.

Thanked the woman on the spot and asked for directions, Xiao Yan and others rushed to the tavern.

After turning a few small bends, a slightly antique building constructed by a log appeared in front of the eyes. A plaque on the black background of gold silk hangs the word "tavern". The door is half-covered, and the noise is faint. Outgoing.

"That's right, right." Xiao Yan and others were overjoyed and hurried forward, trying to open the door of the tavern. Suddenly Xiao Yan froze, and the blood flowing in his body seemed to tremble.

Xiao Yan stopped his footsteps, and felt intricately. There was a call from the blood veins. It was the same veins. The blood was thicker than the water.

"There are people from the Xiao ethnic group." Xiao Yan was very happy, but he was slightly puzzled.

"Why did people from the Xiao people come here? There is no reason, and it can resonate with the bloodline. The deeper the skill, the more obvious the response, but the Xiao people don't seem to have a few high-level fighting emperors."

Xiao Yan was puzzled, shook his head, and temporarily put down his thoughts. At this moment, finding the person who can lead the way to find Lingyin Moss is the right thing.historical

Just as Xiao Yan was trying to enter the door, there was an old man in a dim corner of the tavern, with a yellow complexion and a sluggish spirit. His long forehead half covered his eyes, and his eyes opened occasionally were dim and dull. There is nothing in this world that would care about him.

Under the misty wine-colored lights, the old man sipped the hot barley wine bite by bite. This wine is very cheap, does not have much mellow taste, only the pleasure of anesthetizing the nerves.

The wine ran down the corner of the mouth, dripping on a robe that could not see the color, and seemed to be a little dark gray. A silver glittering Tenglong badge on the chest was the only striking thing in the old man's body.

He was exactly Yi Bocheng, the head of the Behili mercenary regiment that Xiao Yan and others were looking for.

Suddenly, the old man's muddy eyes were frozen, sweeping the decadence just now, and his eyes swept towards the door, his body flickered, and the whole person disappeared in the tavern instantly.

The old man stepped out of the pub without looking back. Several ups and downs appeared on the hill next to the town of Silver Soul, and he squatted down in a dark backlight. It seems that companionship with darkness can give myself a sense of comfort, and the decadence just appeared on the face.

I took a big sip of wine, and the hot liquid flowed down the throat to the five internal organs. The old man seemed very satisfied with this feeling, but the wrinkled corner of the eye did not consciously exude a little crystal.

The escape was just because of Xiao Yan's appearance. The old man's real name is not Yi Bocheng, but Xiao Yao, the patriarch of the Xiao people. Although it is still the same, Xiao Yao feels that he is no longer, at least he feels that he is not worthy of being the patriarch.

"Once upon a time, the four-star peak had its own lofty sentiments. At that time, it was boasted that Haikou had to break through the five stars by itself. For this reason, it was determined to run away from the tribe without breaking the oath. Fleeing, really shameless to see the clan ... "The old man was immersed in memories.

Recalling that year, he was the first person in the Xiao family to reach four stars, and he was also the person who had the most hope to break through the five stars. The Xiao people's family celebrated themselves as they went out in search of a way to prosper in order to break through the five stars. Every smile and every hope turned into a share of guilt. The backlog was heavy, and the old man was unable to shake hands and felt. With the declining strength, Lao tears.

It turned out that after leaving the Xiao family that year, the old man organized a mercenary regiment to break through the rivers and lakes, everyone Ling Yun aspiring, vowed to fight the world. But when he reached the peak of four stars and was excited and ready to break through to the five-star fighting emperor, Xiao Yao found that his strength had stagnated and gradually began to decline, but he did not know what was hurt. The anxious Xiao Yao searched the famous doctors in the mainland, but it was useless. He watched his strength steadily decline from the peak of the four stars to the beginning of the four stars, and it still seemed to be weakening.

Xiao Yao ’s dream of breaking through the five stars was completely disillusioned. Xiao Yao was disillusioned. After dissolving the mercenary group, Xiao Yan even had the idea of ??liberation. He finally gave up because he could not leave the Xiao people. Borrowing wine to sorrow, lingering in the tavern gambling house to pass the day.

With so many thoughts, he could not bear to look back, Xiao Yao grabbed the pouch and filled the wine vigorously, until the last drop. Xiaoyao stood up with a wave of his hand, sighed, and walked towards the outside of Gintama Town, intending to leave here forever, away from the tribe, and forever. The sunset was sloping west, and the old man was faltering.

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