Return Of Urban Battle Son-in-law

Gu Yuan was very curious about this person.    

She frowned and said, "poor grandma is a beggar. She is commanding a group of beggars in Taiqian City."    

"A group of beggars?"    

"Yes, but these are not ordinary beggars. They all cultivate the Mysterious Technique. "    

Gu Yuan suddenly understood.    

"I remember now. She is the old woman who makes a living by begging, but she has cultivated the Mysterious Technique, right?"    

Everyone in this area knew about poor grandma.    

It was said that she was not a beggar, but for some reason, she suddenly became a beggar.    

Not only did she become a beggar, but she also recruited all the beggars in Taiqian City.    

Logically speaking, anyone who needed to cultivate would need a large amount of money.    

Just talking about Gu Yuan, he had spent a lot of money in order to cultivate a fighting body.    

Not to mention the medicinal herbs he got from the Nine Barbarian.    

If every martial artist wanted to improve their cultivation, they would need to spend a large amount of money.    

Poor grandma, on the other hand.    

Not only did she beg for a living, but she could also cultivate to become a Mysterious Technique Grandmaster.    

This was not something an ordinary person could do.    

Gu Yuan asked.    

"Cloud Silk House also cultivates the Mysterious Technique, so it has some conflicts with poor grandma who cultivates the Mysterious Technique, right?"    

"Yes, poor grandma wants to take away the old curator's treasure. In the past, when the old curator was around, she didn't dare to take it away. In the recent year, she has become more and more lawless."    

"What is the treasure of the old curator?"    

"The Yun Luo Hairpin will help the Mysterious Technique."    

As she spoke, she ordered someone to take out a small box.    

After opening the small box, there was a hairpin inside.    

The hairpin was made of pure gold, and the hairpin was carved from white jade like a cloud.    

Gu Yuan touched the hairpin and found that it contained spiritual energy, and it was exactly like what Mei Mei had said. The hairpin would increase the user's Mysterious Technique cultivation base.    

A magic weapon?    

No, it couldn't be considered a magic weapon.    

Gu Yuan knew that a real magic weapon was much more powerful than the Cloud Hairpin.    

If the Yun Luo Hairpin was refined a second time, it might become a magic weapon.    

"This Yun Luo Hairpin is the greatest treasure of the Cloud Silk House. It was also given to Miss Xia by the old curator."    

Xia Wan took the Yun Luo Hairpin, her eyes filled with tears.    

Although she had not seen her mother for a long time, she knew that her mother had specially left this for her.    

"Mother..."    

As Xia Wan was about to cry again, Gu Yuan inserted the Yun Luo Hairpin into her hair.    

"A dead person cannot be resurrected. Inheriting the legacy of mother-in-law is the greatest memory of her."    

Xia Wan naturally understood this principle.    

She asked, "At my age, is there still time to cultivate the things of your Jianghu?"    

Frowning, she said, "Although I can still cultivate, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for me to cultivate to become a Mysterious Technique Grandmaster."    

That's right.    

Xia Wan was the same age as Gu Yuan, and she had already passed the best age for cultivation.    

If she could make up for it now, she would definitely not have much success.    

Gu Yuan said, "It's fine. I can help you. It's not impossible to cultivate to the Mysterious Technique Grandmaster."    

She was very surprised.    

"Mr. Gu, I know you are kind, but young lady..."    

"It's a small matter, don't worry."    

Seeing how confident Gu Yuan was, she did not dare to refute.    

However, she knew that no matter how she trained, Xia Wan would not be able to achieve much.    

Forget it, perhaps Mr. Gu had a more profound method.    

At this moment, she said, "Today is the first day of the new year. I would like to invite the new curator to the ancestral hall to present flowers to the old curator."    

"Offer flowers? Is this mother's memorial tablet?"    

"Yes, only after presenting flowers in front of everyone can you be considered the true director of Cloud Silk House."    

At the beginning of spring, everyone wanted to welcome a new life.    

It was the same for the Cloud Silk House.    

Ever since Zhang Amei's death, Cloud Silk House had no master, and could only bitterly hold on with her eyebrows knitted.    

Now that Xia Wan was here, she believed that Cloud Silk House would have a backbone as well.    

She led the group to the ancestral hall.    

There were already some people kneeling in the ancestral hall.    

There were no sacrifices on the incense table in the middle of the ancestral hall, but there were hundreds of white peonies.    

Xia Wan suddenly remembered, "When I was young, I vaguely remembered that Mom seemed to like peonies the most."    

She gave a red peony to Xia Wan.    

"Miss, please consecrate the only red peony in the middle."    

"Yes."    

Xia Wan had already thought it through. Since fate allowed her to inherit her mother's legacy, then she would be obligated to do so.    

"Wait!"    

At this moment, a person suddenly stood out from the crowd.    

"Why is this woman qualified to worship the Red Peony?"    

She scolded with a frown, "Ru Yue, what do you mean by this? This is the daughter of the old curator, Miss Xia. Didn't I tell you?"    

The woman who questioned her was called Ru Yue. She was once Zhang Amei's direct disciple, and now she was also a Mysterious Technique Grandmaster.    

"I refuse to accept this!"    

Ru Yue directly shouted that she did not accept it.    

This made her frown very surprised.    

"Ru Yue, what exactly are you doing! Miss Xia is the biological daughter of the old curator!"    

"She said that she is her biological daughter? Is there a paternity test? Why is she already wearing the Yun Luo Hairpin? Why is she holding the red peony in her hands!"    

Ru Yue directly asked so many questions, but it also made the other disciples feel that it made sense.    

"Yes, a person suddenly came and said that she was the head's daughter."    

"Why?"    

"[She doesn't seem to have any cultivation base yet.]"    

Mei Mei hurriedly scolded, "The old curator told me before she died that she indeed has this daughter. Besides, our Cloud Silk House doesn't have a curator. Isn't it wrong to let Miss Xia inherit her legacy?"    

However, Ru Yue said, "No!"    

"You! Ru Yue, what do you want!?"    

Ru Yue sneered, "In terms of orthodox, I am a disciple personally trained by the old curator. Even if it is to inherit the mantle, I should be the one to inherit it!"    

Her eyebrows finally understood. It turned out that Ru Yue wanted to snatch this position.    

"Ru Yue, I hope you understand that the old curator has a daughter."    

"I have never heard the old curator mention it!"    

Ru Yue was overbearing, as if she did not want to give in at all.    

"If it was not because the old curator gave birth and was forced into a corner by the Zhang family, she would not have opened this Cloud Silk House!"    

"So what? In any case, I can't accept it!"    

Following Ru Yue's refusal to accept it, many disciples also began to gossip.    

People's words were fearful.    

If they continued to discuss like this, Xia Wan might really not have the qualifications.    

Her eyebrows were very anxious.    

"Ru Yue, what exactly do you want? Don't tell me you have to be the head of the restaurant?"    

"Yes! That's exactly what I wanted to do!"    

At this point, Ru Yue directly admitted that she wanted to be the head of the restaurant.    

Ru Yue looked at Xia Wan provocatively.    

"If Miss Xia does not agree, you can spar with me."