Under the supervision of the people from the Tianxiahui who maintained order, the chaotic crowd gradually formed two rows.
"Gender name?"
“Wu knows!”
"Where are you from? What martial arts have you learned? What level are you at now?"
"He is from Tianliu City, and is practicing the Wu family sword, which is passed down from generation to generation. He has not yet reached the highest level!"
"Here is the token. Take it to the east camp and someone will arrange for you!"
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People in the team came forward one by one.
Basically, as long as you answer the questions and have your record recorded, the Tianxiahui staff member next to you will hand over a token.
"Brother, your knife is really beautiful, and it has patterns on it."
In the team, the bald old man opened his mouth, revealing his few remaining teeth.
Standing in front of him was a young man with a gloomy and weathered face.
Hearing his words, the young man unconsciously reached for the knife on his waist.
Just as the old man said, the knife was very beautiful, with two dancing butterflies engraved on the handle. Although the blade was not seen, it could be inferred from the handle that this knife was probably not an ordinary knife.
Looking back at the old man, the young man frowned, then turned back and continued to queue.
"Brother, I'm a cook. I heard that Tianxiahui is in need of cooks recently and the pay is quite high, so I came here to make a living.
You see, we are all in the same gang in the future, how about we get closer? That way, if someone bullies us in the future, we can take care of each other.”
The old man seemed not to notice the young man's unwillingness to pay attention to him, and spoke with a grin.
"We are not the same kind of people. If you don't want to die, stay away from me!"
The young man's voice was a little hoarse, like a crow, and people couldn't help but frown when he opened his mouth.
"Hehe, we'll all be in the same gang from now on, so how can we not be of the same kind?"
The old man smiled.
He patted the large pot on his back.
"My family has been cooking for the wealthy in Mobei for generations. I'm a very good cook. If I have time, old man, I can cook for you."
"Shut up!"
The young man turned around suddenly, a cold murderous intent looming over him.
The murderous intent was colder than the snow in the sky, and it made the old man's mouth tremble.
As if he didn't want to cause trouble, the young man finally didn't take action. He just gave him a warning look and then turned around.
The team moved slowly, and finally it was the turn of the young man in front.
"Name?"
"Zhu Mingzhi!"
The young man's voice was hoarse and low.
"Zhu Mingzhi?"
Ah Qi, who was sitting on the other side, looked up suddenly when he heard this.
"It's really you. What are you doing here? To seek revenge?"
After seeing the young man's face clearly, Ah Qi stood up instantly, his hand on the hilt of the knife.
As he moved, the members of the Tianxiahui around him suddenly became alert, holding their knives and staring at the young man closely.
This young man was none other than Zhu Mingzhi, who had killed Zhu Ziliang in Zhuxiao City.
"I remember you. Back in Zhuxiao City, you followed me for several days!"
Zhu Mingzhi looked at Ah Qi but did not move. Instead, he spoke.
"You knew I was following you?"
Ah Qi was a little surprised.
"It may be a bit shocking to you, but the truth is, your chasing skills are really bad!"
Zhu Mingzhi is a serious person.
Ah Qi frowned. Among all the brothers, his martial arts skills might not be ranked the best, but when it comes to chasing, he is second to none and no one dares to claim to be the first. But now the guy opposite says that his chasing skills are terrible.
Such words naturally made him feel uncomfortable.
"You don't need to tell me about my chasing skills. What are you doing in Tianxia? Are you here to avenge the Zhu family?"
Ah Qi narrowed his eyes.
He exerted a little force with the hand holding the knife, and as long as Zhu Mingzhi moved, he would call on everyone to take him down.
"You should know that I was the one who killed Zhu Ziliang, so the word revenge is naturally out of the question.
I came here to join your Tianxia Association!"
His eyes paused on Ah Qi's hand holding the knife, and Zhu Mingzhi spoke.
Hearing this, Ah Qi frowned even deeper.
He did know that Zhu Ziliang was killed by Zhu Mingzhi.
But Zhu Mingzhi is a member of the Zhu family after all.
This was the first time he encountered a young man from a noble family who was defeated by their Tianxia Society and joined them again.
"I used to be a disciple of the Bumen Sect in the Southern Territory. I think I can do a lot for you guys in the Tianxia Association!"
As if seeing Ah Qi's hesitation, Zhu Mingzhi spoke again.
"Capture the door?"
Ah Qi looked a little strange.
He naturally knew how to catch the enemy.
This sect is not like the Shahai Sect.
It is an organization.
The Bu Clan was founded by the God of Detectives Shangguan Sicheng, and the Four Famous Detectives under his name are well-known throughout the world.
The purpose of this organization is to hunt down the evildoers who have been offered bounties by various sects.
Or, if someone pays them to help hunt down extremely cruel and evil people, they will accept the offer.
In the underworld, they are as famous as the Seven Killings Tower and are an organization that many people fear.
However, it is different from the killings in the Qisha Tower.
They are only responsible for hunting down and detaining people.
However, since the stronghold of the Bu Men in Mobei was inexplicably destroyed a few years ago, the Bu Men in Mobei gradually disappeared.
Ah Qi didn't expect to see a gatekeeper today.
"It's Bumen! You should know what I can do for you!"
Zhu Mingzhi said.
Ah Qi thought for a moment and nodded, "Wait for a while. When I'm done with my work, I'll take you to see our gang leader. Whether he will accept you or not depends on what he says!"
Hearing this, Zhu Mingzhi nodded, walked aside and stood waiting.
"Bring him a chair!"
Seeing him standing, Ah Qi, who was sitting down, gave instructions to his attendants.
"Hey, everyone! I'm here to apply for the position of chef! I'm with the guy in front of me."
Zhu Mingzhi had just sat down when the old man who was behind him came up with a smile on his face.
"Puff..."
Ah Qi picked up the tea and just drank it. When he heard the old man's words, he couldn't help but spit it out, "What's your name? Mao Xian?"
"Not wool, my name is Maoxian! Mao means spearhead, Xian means dedication!"
The old man frowned and emphasized his tone.
"Ahem! Sorry, I thought it was the Southern Territory's special long wool!"
Ah Qi smiled awkwardly, then said:
"Father, we don't hire chefs here, we only hire combatants. If you want to cook for Tianxiahui, you have to go to Fengyunlou in the west. Fengyunlou is responsible for all the meals for Tianxiahui."
The old man patted the big pot behind him and said, "My family has been cooking for generations. My eldest brother cooks for Sect Master Ding in the Shahai Sect, and my son cooks for the Lord of Qilian City in the Qilian Eighteen Villages.
I went to the Blood Territory some time ago and cooked for the leader of the Blood Blade Sect.
My family's sign is here, and you want me to go to the restaurant?"
When the old man explained the origin, Ah Qi immediately became curious.
Although he was just a cook, it was very rare for his whole family to cook for the leaders of several major sects.
He was about to speak when someone beside him interrupted him.
It was Zhu Mingzhi who had just sat down.
Zhu Mingzhi had taken off the knife from his waist at some point and was playing with it in his hand.
“The Mao family in Mobei has been cooking for generations, and the dishes they cook are indeed delicious.
but… "
He raised his head and looked at the old man. "However, sixty years ago, there was a young man in the Mao family who was unwilling to be a mediocre cook. He gave up the cooking skills passed down from generation to generation and chose to join the Sand Sea Sect. He became one of the most outstanding disciples of that generation. Do you know that person?"
As soon as these words came out, the old man's face turned grim.
Without waiting for him to speak, Zhu Mingzhi continued:
"You may think that few people in the world know about the Mao family, but I do.
It is said that the cauldrons carried by the disciples of the Mao family are all made of iron on the outside and silver on the inside. I wonder if you are right?"
Ah Qi didn't understand what Zhu Mingzhi said at first, but now his face turned gloomy.
"Someone, take this old man down for me!"
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