I of Douluo came with a nuclear explosion

Chapter 74
This is a two-storey bungalow in the countryside. The roof is covered with blue tiles, and the bungalow is surrounded by wooden fences. Judging from the grain and the bark that has not been peeled off, it should be taken from the cypress tree in the nearby mountain.

A middle-aged man in a green coat is washing lotus flowers in the yard, which he has just picked from the vegetable garden in the yard. He pours the full basin of muddy water back into the small boxy vegetable garden surrounded by tree branch fences.

When the middle-aged man got up, five or six yellow-feathered chickens around him also followed him, clucking, and he also broke off two lotus leaves and threw them for nothing.

"I made fried lotus white this morning, hehe."

The middle-aged man was talking to himself, crow's feet inadvertently creased at the corners of his eyes.

He has a pair of piercing eyes, filled with the vicissitudes of the years, but the pupils of the two eyes are still powerful, without the slightest turbidity.

The middle-aged man had black hair, which he coiled on top of his head and tied up with an ebony bun.

The middle-aged man took off his green coat and folded it neatly on the wooden table in the courtyard.

He was wearing a white shirt, which had been cleaned countless times, but the white shirt was still worn on the old man without a single wrinkle.

He walked steadily through the middle hall and came to the stove room. He skillfully lit the fire and poured oil, and moved the pot and spoon with his arms, exuding a unique Taoist rhyme.

……

For half a quarter of an hour, the middle-aged man sprinkled some coarse salt with uneven particles. This is the crystallized salt he found from a salt pond in the nearby mountain, and he collected and dried it himself.

He knocked off the lid of a black pot on the stove next to it, and a cloud of white mist rose instantly.

"Wild vegetables and white rice porridge! It's really delicious. My cooking skills are much better than that of Wang Fuying back then."

The middle-aged man smacked his lips in satisfaction. He divided the porridge into five bowls, and put them on a wooden end plate together with a plate full of stir-fried lotus white.

The middle-aged man held the end pan firmly with one hand, and he walked all the way into the yard, Hong Wu forcefully shouted at several thatched huts next to him:

"Shenhou, tell your brother not to sleep, it's time to eat! Cheng Nuwa, you come quickly too..."

Then several figures rushed towards the old man, and sat on the table in a blink of an eye.

"Wow, Master Fang, the dishes you cook are so delicious, I can smell them from far away."

A little boy with a thick head and a thick head pointed his head and said that he was the one called Shenhou by the middle-aged people.

"As long as you can talk, did you not complete your homework?"

The middle-aged man asked softly.

"Mr. Fang, I finished all the homework you assigned yesterday on time!"

Shen Hou quickly shook his head. Since the last time he made a mess, he couldn't do the arithmetic assigned the day before, and was directly punished by this middle-aged man to do farm work for a week.

"That's good. It's delicious. You planted this lotus white."

The middle-aged people are happy to hear it.

At this time, the middle-aged man raised his piercing eyes and said:

"Looks like I have to lick the chopsticks again, Shenhou, go to the kitchen and bring another bowl of porridge."

A figure in blue cloth landed lightly in front of the yard, he untied the fence and walked in slowly.

"It's Uncle Qian!"

The children who were eating also noticed the person coming.

"Long time no see, Uncle Qian!"

Qian Xun's face was no longer covered with stubble this time, and he also specially changed into a relatively clean blue robe. He knew that middle-aged people would not see sloppy people.

"Teacher, you are still eating."

Qian Xun said with a smile, he sat over and rumpled the hair of a few little dolls, and sat on the seat of the dolls who had just gone to serve dinner.

"What do you think, what am I doing when I'm not eating?"

At this time, Shen Hou also came back with a meal, and he also saw Qian Xun, and said pleasantly:
"Brother Qian is here, where is the painting you promised to bring me?"

Qian Xun said with a smile: "I brought it with me, I put it under your pillow, and you can read it slowly at night after school."

The middle-aged man felt confused after hearing the conversation between the two, but he always felt that it was not a good thing.

"What painting, let me see it too?"

the middle-aged man asked.

Qian Xun smiled awkwardly,

"Hey, teacher, this is still suitable for young people. I can barely count as half, and you old people can forget it."

"Be careful of late festivals."

Qian Xun took the chopsticks and muttered very quietly.

The middle-aged man slapped Qian Xun on the back of the head, and the latter's mouth and nose choked when he drank the porridge.

"You guys should go to class first after eating. Let Teacher Qin take my arithmetic class. By the way, let him explain addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. Don't ask him to teach you any equations. He is not good enough."

the middle-aged man said.

"Understood Master Fang."

The children quickly finished their porridge. They were also elves, and they knew that Qian Xun was here to talk to Master Fang.

Before Shen Hou left, he still made eye contact with Qian Xun.

"Show me that painted book first." The middle-aged man glanced at Qian Xun.

"It's been several years. What's the matter with me today?"

Qian Xun rubbed his hands together and said with a smile:
"Didn't I miss you? What you said..."

"Qian Xun, those who cultivate the Tao follow the example of nature, so please don't beat around the bush."

"You walked away with my mahogany sword last time. If I hadn't been careful last time, my coat would almost have been wrenched away by you." The middle-aged man said flatly.

"Hey, it's not the teacher's stuff that's all the best. Qian Xun feels majestic when he looks at that coat, and it must be extraordinary when he wears it on me."

The middle-aged man felt that his decades of meditation and self-cultivation were instantly lost in front of Qian Xun's humble appearance, he waved his hand and said;
"Say something quickly, I still have to go to class!"

"I took in a disciple."

Qian Xun said.

"You said... what?"

The middle-aged man suddenly stopped talking and asked.

"I mean, you have a grandson who is very talented, and his talent in kendo is not inferior to mine."

Qian Xun said.

"Everyone is better than you."

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes, but at the same time he asked with concern, "Where is my disciple and grandson now, why don't you come and pay respects to his grandpa?"

"By the way, he also walks the way of the sword?"

"Well, I saw his outstanding swordsmanship and natural sword bones, so I led him into the way of the sword."

"Have you ever cultivated sword intent?"

the middle-aged man asked.

Qian Xun was half-serious, and said proudly:

"It's 'Zhi Ge', which is enough to carry the sword intent of the world!"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes shone brightly.
"It's true—"

"At the beginning, you realized it for a long time, and you are just a sword intent that blows wind and clouds. This kid is really talented."

"That is, no matter whose disciple it is, I teach better than you."

Qian Xun said with a smile.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he rolled his eyes at Qian Xun, and the broom that was leaning against the wall flew up for no reason, and hit the broom on top of Qian Xun's head with lightning speed.

"Where is my grandson now?" the middle-aged man asked calmly.

Qian Xun rubbed his head and said, "Teacher, this time it's about your disciples..."

　Hee hee, Fang Xingyu is the most powerful in this book~
　　Everyone can guess his identity (foreshadowed)

　　Please recommend and collect~
　　


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