For a moment, many diners in the restaurant raised their heads in horror and looked around in horror.

But no matter how they investigate, they just don’t know what’s going on.

Because, as the creator, Ye Jian had woken up and stayed at the counter as if nothing had happened.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another three days have passed.

The reputation of Yeji Hotel has increased instead of decreasing, and it has reached its heyday. Anyone who has eaten Yeji Hotel's mandarin duck hotpot boasts and praises them all in satisfaction.

As Ye Jian’s identity was revealed, more and more people came here. Maybe they were not trying to have a hot pot, but they wanted to meet the young genius who was in the limelight in Hei Shui City.

Among these people are warriors who have already become famous and young men who have just debuted, but among these people, the ones who are undoubtedly young girls who are in their prime.

Since ancient times, beauties love heroes. No matter where they go, this is an unchanging truth.

"Mr. Ye, these white soups taste like ice in their mouths, while these red soups taste like boiling sore throats. Both soups are obviously from a pot, so why do they have two extreme flavors? Mr. Ye, tell me!"

In the private room No. 4, a beautiful girl was pulling Ye Jian's long sleeves at this moment, looking like she was acting coquettish.

"Young Master Ye, tell us quickly."

After the girl finished speaking, the other girls in the private room immediately spoke, and all of them were as beautiful as flowers, waiting to be shyly, and were staring at Ye Jian with a blush on his face.

"For a lady, this soup needs to be tasted carefully before I know what it is. I won't bother you anymore. You can use it slowly."

When Ye Jian was urging his sleeves, he gently broke free from the girl's pull. Then he flashed and directly flashed out of the room, leaving a group of girls singing and whispering to chatter.

"Young Master Ye is so handsome."

"You are crazy, but I like the unique temperament of Mr. Ye more, it's really masculine."

"Young Master Ye has a good figure, too."

...

Listening to these comments, outside the room, Ye Jian sighed lightly. He had to face such a situation several times a day, and sometimes he was entangled by these girls and couldn't get rid of it.

"My father should have been back in the past or two days."

Ye Jian turned around and looked at Uncle Fu who was busy downstairs.

Uncle Fu came back a day ago. When the ancestor took him to find a secluded place, he immediately used the spiritual pill to help Uncle resolve the injuries in his body that had been healed for decades.

After his injuries healed, Uncle Fu's cultivation level accumulated for decades finally exploded. He was the fourth level of warrior, the fifth level of warrior, and the sixth level of warrior. Finally, Uncle Fu passed the seventh level of warrior in one fell swoop and reached the early stage of the eighth level of warrior.

After returning home, Uncle Fu was so shocked that he couldn't speak for the changes in Ye Ji Hotel. After listening to his son Xiaopang's explanation for a long time, Uncle Fu came back from his shock and looked admiration for Ye Jian.

"Uncle Fu,"

Ye Jian walked downstairs and greeted softly.

"Young Master."

Uncle Fu was greeting guests at the table. When he saw Ye Jian coming, he immediately stopped the work in his hand, with a gentle face.

"Uncle Fu, when will my parents come back?"

Ye Jian spoke and went straight to the point.

"I'm afraid I'm going to be one or two days before I return to the clan."

Ye Xuan has been here once or twice and is expected to set off in the next two days.

"Young Master is going to return to the sect?"

Uncle Fu was stunned at first, but then nodded.

"Master and the others will probably come back today or tomorrow."

Ye Jian nodded softly, immediately gave a soft command, and then went to work hard again.

Time flies, and the day passes quickly.

When night fell, Ye’s father and mother finally came back, and Ye’s ancestor Ye Wentian was also walking with them.

In the lobby of Ye family,

"Hmph! Boy, you can make some tricks."

On the head seat, Ye Wentian's face was slightly pale and he stared at Ye Jian with a pretentious look on his face.

"Ancestor, since you want to do it, you have to do it well."

Ye Jian stood below and smiled embarrassedly.

"Jian'er, did you say you will return to the sect tomorrow?"

Dressed in a blue shirt, Ye's father stood up and gently patted his son's shoulder.

Since Ye’s father healed all over his body, he seemed a little energetic. He walked in all directions and felt a sense of domineering spirit.

After the transformation of the Dragon and Tiger Forging Tendon Pill, Ye's father's cultivation level came from behind and directly reached the middle stage of the tenth level of warrior.

This made Ye Jian slightly expect the Dragon and Tiger Forging Tendon Pill.

"Jian'er, I didn't expect that as soon as we came back, you were leaving again."

Ye's mother moved a light step and walked to Ye Jian's side, her eyes slightly red.

"Dad, mom, after I return to the sect this time, I will probably be promoted to an inner disciple soon. Then I will not be allowed to go home for several years. You two elders have to take good care of yourself."

Hearing Ye Jian's words, Ye's father and Ye's mother's eyes were slightly red.

"Old ancestor, when I am not here, I hope you will protect your home more."

Ye Jian turned around and then knelt directly in front of Ye Wentian.

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, your parents will not be hurt."

Ye Wentian's sleeve robe shook, and a soft force immediately lifted Ye Jian's body.

"Jian'er, I still have something to say when you leave,"

Ip Man-tian suddenly became serious.

"If you are single, don't trust others. Even if you are your closest comrades, you can only believe in yourself. The world is dangerous and people's hearts are unpredictable. This pool of water is too deep!"

Speaking of this, Ip Man-tung showed a trace of memories, and there was a trace of complexity and entanglement in the memories.

"Don't worry, ancestor, I only believe in the sword in my hand."

Ye Jian's eyes showed a firm look.

"It's so good," Ye Wentian nodded, then seemed to think of something, took out a small glass bottle in his arms and threw it to Ye Jian with a "swish".

"This pill is the Dragon and Tiger Forging Tendon Pill, the third grade and one Spirit Pattern Pill, you keep it properly and can take it if necessary. Of course, I hope you will never use it."

Ye Jian looked at the small glass bottle in his hand. At this moment, a green pill the size of a longan was lying quietly in the bottle.

The pills emitted a hint of blue elixir, faintly like a spiritual pattern.

"Thank you, ancestor," Ye Jian hesitated for a moment after putting the Dragon and Tiger Forging Pill into the space ring, and then asked again:

"Old ancestor, do you have a recipe for the Dragon and Tiger Forging Tendon Pill?"

"Yes," Ye Wentian frowned, looked up and down at Ye Jian.

"What do you ask about this? Don't tell me you want to learn alchemy?"

Ye Jian did not answer.

"Hmph! I don't learn anything!"

To Ye Jian's surprise, Ye Wentian immediately turned against him.

"What is easy to learn about alchemy? It is a waste of the spiritual power of the warrior. As long as you can ensure the current advancement speed and become a strong man in the future, there will be no elixirs and what kind of alchemist will not serve you."

Ip Mantian was obviously a little excited, so that his whole body stood up.

"Jian'er, although the alchemist has a high status, once you choose to refine your alchemy, your martial arts will mean abandonment."

At this moment, Ye's father also stood up and advised.

"Jian'er, there is no benefit in refining elixirs, it's better not to learn it."

This time, Ye's mother also objected.

"Dad, you guys are wrong. I don't want to learn alchemy. I just want to collect some medicinal materials according to the elixir recipe of the Dragon and Tiger Forging Tendon Pill. If necessary, wouldn't it be great to ask the alchemist to refine it for me?"

Ye Jian said softly, but he sighed slightly in his heart.

"Oh, so that's it."

"We'll feel at ease."

Ye’s father and mother exhaled lightly at the same time, and there seemed to be a large stone in their hearts.

"Jian'er, how do you really think about it?"

Ye Wentian was still a little suspicious, and his eyes were like a bone-clearing knife and looking at Ye Jian.

"I want to be an alchemist, but do I have the talent of an alchemist?"

"Hmph! I'm here to believe this."
To be continued...