In the early morning, before the light of the rising sun had completely shone on the earth, Ye Jian got up early.

If you want to become a strong person, it is the most basic to study hard and practice hard.

Swish swish swish swish!

In the courtyard, Ye Jian's figure floated, and the steel sword in his hand swung back and forth, shooting out light green sword energy.

Puff puff puff puff...

The ground was like cutting a tofu with a knife, leaving sword marks. Fortunately, Ye Jian had a proper grasp of the power, and the sword marks on the ground were not deep.

Swish swish swish swish!

The figure flashed continuously, and afterimages brushed by, and a white light flashed, and suddenly another sword passed by.

Ye Jian stopped and frowned.

"Strange, why is this eighth move "Immortal" so difficult to practice, and I always feel like something is missing." Ye Jianning frowned and immediately used his "Nine Sword Styles" again, over and over again, until the sun rose high, Ye Jian stopped practicing.

"Although I still can't reach the eighth move, I think I'm getting closer."

Ye Jian took a simple shower, changed into dry clothes, and went out.

...

In the front hall of Ye Ji Hotel, Ye’s father was typing on the keyboard on the counter. When he saw Ye Jian coming, he was slightly surprised.

"Jian'er, you are not practicing martial arts in the backyard, why are you here to do?"

"The tight strings are easy to break, and proper adjustment is necessary." Ye Jian chuckled and asked again: "Is there anything I can help?"

"Young Master, just have me here, I don't need your help." Xiaopang, who was greeting guests on the first floor, suddenly rushed to Ye Jian and laughed.

"Hehe." Ye's father smiled. Ye Jian's actions made him very happy. He remembered that Ye Jian never helped in the store before. Perhaps he had experienced some things and had grown up. Ye's father thought to himself.

"Jian'er, there is Xiaopang on the first floor here, and you Uncle Fu on the second floor, and you have enough staff. In this way, go to the kitchen to help your mother and see if your cooking skills have improved in the past two years." said Ye's father.

"Okay." Ye Jian nodded and went straight to the kitchen.

The sun is rising higher and higher, and more and more guests are coming to eat.

And at this moment, a young man wearing brocade clothes and carrying three or two followers in blue came from a distance.

"Seventh Elder, but this store?" The young man looked slanted and asked a middle-aged man beside him at Ye Ji Hotel.

This middle-aged man is a man in his forties with a bad face. His cultivation has reached the eighth level of warriors and he can advance to the ninth level of warriors at any time.

After hearing the question from the young man beside him, the middle-aged man immediately replied: "Go back to the young master, this is this family."

"Okay!" the young man slapped the paper fan and said to the other followers beside him, "Let's go in and have a good meal first. As for other matters, I'll talk about it later."

"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded and praised, but when he raised his head and looked at Ye Ji Hotel, his eyes flashed with fierce light.

A group of people rushed to Yeji Hotel in a vast way.

After the group left, a group of people immediately gathered on the street and started talking.

"Isn't that Yin Jiu, the young leader of the Zhujie Gang just now? Looking at his fierce look, he seemed to be heading towards Ye Ji Hotel." Someone asked in confusion.

"Is it the Zhujie Gang preparing to trouble the Ye Ji Hotel?" Another person next to him suddenly interrupted.

"Hmph! Don't be stupid," someone in the crowd immediately retorted: "The Ye family is behind the Ye Ji Hotel. In Hei Shui City, is there anyone who dares to take the initiative to take the initiative to challenge the Ye family? The Wang family? The Li family? I'm afraid they can't even do it."

The speaker paused and continued, "In my opinion, the leader of the Yin Jiu Shao Gang went to Ye Ji Hotel for dinner. After all, the food there is a unique taste."

"Yes, yes." As soon as this person finished speaking, someone around him nodded and said yes.

"You still have reasonable analysis."

Hearing this, the person who spoke before showed a high pride on his face, as if he was much higher than the others.

Yin Jiu and others had already entered the hotel, which immediately attracted Ye's father's gaze, and they frowned without realizing it.

"Young master, is this private room on the second floor?" The little fat man pointed his eyes and noticed the five Yin Jiu and others early in the morning. He immediately stepped forward and asked.

"Give me a private room for my young master, and then bring all the best dishes in your store." The seventh elder stared at Ye Xiaopang with a proud look on his face, with a joking smile on his lips.

"Okay, okay, please, this young man." Ye Xiaopang showed ecstasy expression on his face. He immediately took Yin Jiu and a group of nine people to the private room on the second floor. However, before leaving, Yin Jiu's cold eyes secretly swept Ye's father's figure on the counter, and he sneered in his heart.

After Ye's father watched Yin Jiuwu enter the private room, he frowned.

He naturally knew Yin Jiu's identity, and the Bamboo Gang's sphere of influence was among these streets. Ye Ji Hotel had always relied on the huge force behind the Ye family, so the Bamboo Gang dared not ask Ye's father to collect protection fees like other restaurants.

However, now, Ye Ji Hotel has become Ye’s father’s private property, and the sudden arrival of the young leader of the Zhujie Gang is already very telling.

However, when he thought of Ye Jian, Ye’s father’s heart immediately relaxed a little. “With Jian’er here, even if the leader of the Zhujie Gang came in person, he would have to give Jian’er some face.”

Thinking of this, Ye's father nodded comfortably and continued to bury his head and start fiddling with the abacus.

At the same time, in the hotel kitchen, Ye Jian listened to Xiaopang's menu in confusion and frowned unconsciously.

"Xiaopang, who is this? Why is it so generous to take action?"

"Young Master, he is the young leader of the Zhujie Gang from the leader of the nearby streets. Today he brought four people to our store for dinner. Now he has sat down in the private room." Ye Xiaopang wiped the sweat from his forehead with the corner of his sleeve and replied softly.

"The people from the Zhujie Gang?" Ye Jian frowned even deeper, "They are not eating the king's meal, are they?"

"No," Xiaopang said proudly: "You are here, I don't know if they dare to sing this one."

"Maybe." Ye Jian just smiled faintly at the admiration of Xiaopang for himself, "Okay, the dish is ready immediately, you can wait a while."

After saying that, he said to Ye’s mother beside him, “Mom, it seems we have to hurry up.”

"Okay." Ye's mother didn't say much and nodded directly to agree.

Pu Weng!

Later, a raging fire broke out on the inner stove. Ye Jian and Ye’s mother each weighed a pot and added the ingredients that had been already accurate into the pot.

puff!

The fire became more intense, causing the temperature in the entire kitchen space to rise suddenly. Ye Xiaopang stayed aside and kept wiping the dripping sweat with the corners of his sleeves. On the other hand, Ye Jian and Ye’s mother were calm and calm, without a drop of sweat on their foreheads.

Ye Xiaopang felt envious. It would be great if he could practice martial arts.

Ye Jian held a spatula and kept stir-frying, and added some seasonings of different colors from time to time. The whole pot suddenly filled the room with fragrance. Ye Xiaopang, who was so greedy, swallowed several times secretly.

On the other hand, Ye’s mother was no slower than Ye Jian’s speed. The spatula kept flipping between her two showy hands and weighing the big pot from time to time.

Just a cup of tea, the finely crafted and fragrant delicacies were served into the prepared plates, and Xiaopang was already busy, holding one in each hand and heading to the private room on the second floor.

After all the dishes were ready, Ye's mother exclaimed softly, looked at Ye Jian with a soft look, and smiled: "Jian'er, I didn't expect that your cooking skills in the past two years have progressed so quickly, and you are just as fast as you can."

"I'm still far from catching up with my mother." Ye Jian chuckled, and the mother and son were chatting in the kitchen.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, an hour passed. Yin Jiuwu people in the private room on the second floor had already finished eating, but now they were deliberately delaying, and their intentions were very obvious.

"Master, these people have finished eating for a while, why haven't they come down to pay the bill yet?" Uncle Fu stood beside his father Ye and asked with a frown.

"I don't know, I should be discussing what's going on?" Ye's father also frowned, but he had guessed in his heart that Yin Jiu was coming to find fault on his trip.

"With the sword, there should be no problem." Ye's father muttered to himself, then said a few words to Uncle Fu. Uncle Fu nodded in response. Then Ye's father glanced at the private room on the second floor, took a step, and walked upstairs.

Uncle Fu glanced at Ye’s father who was going upstairs, then waved to Xiaopang, and said, “You go to the backyard to find the young master.”

Xiaopang is very smart and naturally knows Uncle Fu’s intentions, so he hurried to the backyard.

Not long after Ye's father entered the private room, he heard the fierce fighting sounds in the private room, mixed with the sound of tea cups and plates shattering.

"No." Uncle Fu was on the first floor and shouted immediately. He rushed towards the private room on the second floor. However, before the man moved the ground, a "clang" sounded from the upstairs. A figure was thrown out directly, looking very embarrassed.

Seeing this at all times on the first floor, I was tactful and hurried out. The originally lively first floor became empty in an instant.

"master!"

Uncle Fu was shocked and reeled, directly catching the falling father Ye.

At this moment, Ye's father's face was closed, his chest was sunken, and a large piece of blood was oozing out. His right hand was extremely twisted, as if he was twisted by someone's force. Beads of sweat kept dripping from his pale face.

"Master!" After Uncle Fu caught Ye's father, he burst into tears and clenched his fist with his right hand.

"You killer, I'll kill you." Uncle Fu put down his father Ye, flashed his body, and quickly attacked Yin Jiu who was going downstairs.

"Go, the fourth level of warrior, I dare to attack me, get out!" Yin Jiu showed a fierce look on his face, kicked out his right leg, and suddenly a shady figure hit Uncle Fu's belly and ribs.

boom!

Uncle Fu flew backwards and smashed several tables before stopping.

"Ahem."

Uncle Fu got up with difficulty, covered his sunken chest with his hands, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

"You will die if you dare to deal with us like this."

"Hmm?!" After hearing this, Yin Jiu raised his eyebrows, and with the folding fan in his hand, he turned into a shadow and kicked Uncle Fu again.

Bang!

The sound of bone cracks suddenly came from Uncle Fu's bones all over his body, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth, mixed with some internal organ fragments.

"Ah Fu!"

Ye's father shouted, barely stood up, and his left hand fisted quickly, pounding hard from his back towards Yin Jiu's back heart.
To be continued...