Tang San waved to them, "Go down, remember, everything is business as usual."

As the shopkeeper left, Wang Lun walked in from outside and came to Tang San.

Looking at Wang Lun, Tang San said, "What's the matter."

Wang Lun said: "The owner of the museum, this is Director Zhang's invitation. Please gather at the Hongyuelou in the evening."

Taking the invitation from Wang Lun, Tang San's eyes flashed a gleam of light, and when he opened it, a black spot on a red background, a line of powerful brush and ink entered his eyes: "This evening, the Red Moon Tower will gather, Wanwang will come."

After reading this line of text, Tang San said, "Director Zhang Zhang is really an elegant person. He has such a formal meal. You've been here for so long, what kind of person is Director Zhang."

Regarding Tang San's question, Wang Lun thought for a moment and said, "Don't let the owner of the museum be deceived by him, this guy is not a good person, he controls the barren city police station, apart from the mayor, he has the greatest power, after all Armed with formal weapons, he has a hand in all the industries in the barren city, and it is not an exaggeration to make money every day, and it is said that his son entered a large sect in the northwest to practice cultivation, and he is a genius with a terrifying background."

Hearing this, Tang San's heart moved: "Maybe it's an opportunity, a chance to get in touch with the great schools in the Northwest, the martial arts I have in my hands will only disappear when I go to the inner family, if I want to go further, I have to go to those great schools. Row."

With a thought in his heart, Tang San said, "I see, the martial arts hall is usually left to you to take care of, I won't mind these nosy things."

Wang Lun heard the words with a happy expression on his face, Tang San trusted him, so he delegated all his powers, he is the real person in power in this martial arts hall, he had never been treated like this before, and secretly said in his heart, "Thank you for your love, director. , will not live up to expectations.”

Seeing Wang Lun's back disappearing outside the hall, Tang San sat in the hall, closing his eyes and thinking about future plans.

The gold and silver coins and silver notes he harvested from Mrs. Tie add up to about 2,000 silver dollars, which is enough for him for a period of time, but he is not busy cultivating the realm of fusion, because he has already noticed that his martial arts have Insufficient place.

Skin refining and bone-turning Tang San have both reached their peaks, but because of the flaws in martial arts, Tang San still has a part of the skin and bones that he hasn't practiced at home, and these places will become shrouds in the future.

This problem must be solved by Tang San, because he has tried it in the uninterrupted relic. Once he cultivates the realm of fusion of sinews, bones, tendons and skin membranes become one, entangled with each other, these cover doors will become irreparable, and the three will become one , will achieve a stability that makes it difficult for all three body tissues to degenerate and evolve.

Moreover, how far one can cultivate in the fusion of tendons is also affected by the level of the skin and bones.

You must know that once any practice is slack, it will slowly regress, and even the kung fu will directly subside to the point where even ordinary people are inferior.

But once the skin, bones, and tendons are all refined, the body will reach a balance and delay the decline of the cultivation base.

But fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and there are advantages and disadvantages. Once the martial artist achieves fusion of tendons and the body reaches a certain balance, it will be very difficult to correct the defects of martial arts on the basis of the original.

Relying on Wujian Relic's exploration of the mysteries of martial arts, Tang San noticed the problem. What he needs to find now is a method that can 100% succeed in refining skin and turning bones, completely making up for his own cover. Tang San doesn't want him to be blocked because of the cover. cause to die.

He already had a certain idea in his mind, and he needed time to try it.

Looking at the sky, it was almost evening, Tang San got up and left the Tekken Martial Arts Hall.

Hongyuelou, a well-known place of wind and moon in the barren city, is also an industry affiliated to a martial arts hall, and it is also an industry that Director Zhang intervenes.

It was ten in the evening, and people in a hurry were walking along the street, all on their way home.

Tang San was wearing a black samurai uniform, and he didn't look conspicuous. The streets were full of people wearing samurai uniforms. In the barren city, there were not a few people who practiced martial arts.

About half an hour later, Tang San asked questions along the way, and finally came to the Red Moon Tower.

The sky was already getting dark, and the two big lanterns at the entrance of the Hongyue Building had already risen, indicating that this Fengyue place was about to officially open for business.

As soon as Tang San arrived in front of the Red Moon Tower, several coquettish women in tight-fitting silk and cheongsam-like attire had already come up, and Yingying Yanyan's voice suddenly said, "Master, please come in."

"Master, it's been a long time, why are you here?"

"Master, you won't go home tonight if you don't get drunk."

Looking at these familiar women, Tang San's expression remained still, and he said directly, "I'm here for a banquet, call your mother out."

When these women heard this, they didn't say anything, knowing that Tang San wasn't their benefactor, so they changed their targets, looked at the people who were standing on the street, winked and flirted with each other.

Ordinary idlers can't resist these women with half exposed breasts, and people are pulled into the Red Moon Tower from time to time.

At this moment, a woman like a mother came to Tang San, she was a half-old Xu Niang, she was wearing heavy makeup, her whole body was full of fragrance, and she said with a smile on her face: " This guest official is the owner of the Tang Pavilion, the Director has been waiting for a long time, please come this way."

This mother Sang seemed to know Tang San's identity, so she led him to Hongyuelou without any explanation.

Soon he came to the third floor of the Hongyue Building, and under the leadership of his mother Sang, he entered a private box.

In the box, Director Zhang was the only one sitting here, a table of wine and food was ready, it seemed that Tang San was waiting for him.

Seeing Mama Sang inviting Tang San, Director Zhang immediately stood up, his big belly made him look like a fat pig walking upright.

Director Zhang cupped his hands to Tang San and said with a smile: "Tang Pavilion Master, you're finally here. I've been waiting for a while. If you don't come, I'll have to eat first."

When Tang San heard the words, he laughed and said, "It's my fault to trouble the Director to wait. I'll punish myself for three cups later."

Director Zhang heard the words with a smile and said, "Okay, it's really a warrior's bearing, refreshing."

As soon as the two met, they talked very much. If they didn't know that they had only seen each other less than once, they would have thought they were old friends.

The two took their seats, and Director Zhang said to his mother Sang: "Mom Yue, you go down first, I will call you later."

When Mother Yue heard this, she nodded and said, "Yes, sir."

As Mother Yue left, Tang San and Director Zhang sat opposite each other, only to hear Director Zhang say: "My brother is a straightforward person, I don't need to talk anymore. Actually, I came here today because I want to ask my brother for help."