The personal soldier king of the beautiful president

Chapter 252 Don't know who the patriarch is?

Three days later, I stung Jingshan.

Outside the pavilion, a wild boar was tied with a rope. It ran forward for a while, and then bounced back. The big clock hit the wooden stick and made a thumping sound.

The big wild boar kept repeating this movement, making Shen Rumei and Fei Le not far away feel sorry for the big wild boar.

In the pavilion, Old Freak Zhou and the old man were sitting face to face drinking together, Shen Bubai who had come to his senses stood in front of them with a pale face, as if he was listening to their teachings.

Xiao Xingpan sat on the edge of the cliff, watching the undulating white clouds.

And Wang Chen was leaning on a branch of a big tree, holding a bottle of white wine in his hand and taking a sip from time to time.

Fei Le sat beside the eaves, looked at Shen Rumei with his chin propped on his hands, and asked in a puzzled tone: "Sister, what are they going to do?"

"I do not know either."

It has been three or four days since I came here, and Shen Bubai woke up at noon on the second day after arriving, but the atmosphere above made me a little confused.

These people looked like they had nothing to do every day, and I couldn't figure out what they were going to do at all. They basically had nothing else to do except look at the mountains and rivers every day.

Could it be that outsiders from Zhejing Mountain are not allowed to enter these days because they can enjoy this free time without interruption?
At noon, when the sun was rising above the head, Wang Chen, who was leaning on the big tree, yawned and said to Shen Rumei who was standing under the eaves: "It's time, you should go too."

Old Freak Zhou who was sitting in the pavilion was taken aback when he heard Wang Chen's words, then smiled and said to Shen Bubai: "Boy, you should go down the mountain too."

Shen Bubai turned his head to look at Shen Rumei, then looked at Old Monster Zhou and said firmly, "Mr., I want to worship you as my teacher."

"Worship me as a teacher?"

Hearing this, Old Monster Zhou had a playful look on his mouth, and after looking at Wang Chen who was sleeping on the big tree, he said to Shen Bubai: "It's not impossible to worship me as a teacher, as long as you can fight well If you are my apprentice, so what if I make an exception and accept you as an apprentice."

Shen Bubai had a wry smile on his face. Although he had never fought Wang Chen before, he still knew that he couldn't beat Wang Chen, not to mention Wang Chen, even Wang Chen's apprentice Xiao Xing, he was far from being an opponent.

"You should be content to be alive."

The little star who was sitting cross-legged by the cliff stood up and said something to Shen Bubai, then walked towards his hut with big strides.

Shen Bubai was a little discouraged and unwilling, he clenched his fists tightly and looked at Old Monster Zhou and asked, "Is it really not possible?"

"How can my apprentice be so easy to do? Although you have some qualifications, it's still too bad."

Old Monster Zhou stood up and walked towards the hut, and said to the old man, "Old man, let that big wild boar go, if it dies, you won't have any wine to drink in the future."

"It's not your fault."

The old man smiled wryly, flicked his fingers slightly, and a burst of energy burst out from between his fingers, directly breaking the rope tied to the wild boar.

The rope broke.The wild boar yelled happily, spread its feet and ran down the mountain.

Shen Bubai, who was originally a little negative and was about to leave, saw the old man's hand and his eyes suddenly lit up, and suddenly knelt down in front of the old man, hugged his leg and cried, "Old man, please accept me, I Now that his identity is exposed, if he has no strength, he will be killed soon."

Shen Rumei and Fei Le were stunned, but the corner of the old man's mouth showed a slight smile, and with a slight movement of his feet, Shen Bubai's hands were shaken away.

He walked tremblingly towards the outside of the pavilion, and said to Shen Bubai: "I don't have as many rules as Old Freak Zhou, and it's easy to be my apprentice. When you know what your strength is for, you can come to apprentice again." not late."

Wang Chen turned over and jumped down from the tree, walked side by side with the old man towards a thatched hut, and said to him with a smile: "Old man, I think you can think about it, this kid is actually not bad."

"It's really good, but my temperament is still a bit weak. I don't want my whole body to be used by my disciples to harm others."

The old man nodded, Shen Bubai's aptitude is indeed very good, but after two or three days of observation, he found that his xinxing is still a bit weak and needs to be polished.

"The three of you stay here first."

Wang Chen came to a thatched hut, turned his head and said to Shen Rumei's three daughters, then looked at the old man who was already sitting cross-legged on the ground and said: "Old man, think about it carefully, should you put it outside for polishing, or you should carve it yourself. There are both advantages and disadvantages in both ways.”

After finishing speaking, Wang Chen tidied up his long hair and messy robe, bent down and put the wine bottle beside the old man, pushed open the door of the hut and walked in.

Just when Wang Chen walked into the thatched hut, Old Freak Zhou and Xiaoxing also had long hair and wore long robes, walked out of their own room, and then walked into that hut.

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The hut was closed, the old man moved to the door and sat down, while the three of Shen Rumei looked at the hut curiously.

In the thatched hut, rows of large red candles were lit on both sides, and there was a desk near the wall in front of the hut, with a small incense altar on it.

There is a picture hanging on the wall, which is an ancient man, wearing a white robe, with long hair hanging down his waist, but his face is very vague.

When they came to the desk, Old Monster Zhou stood in the center, Wang Chen stood on the left, and Xiaoxing stood on the right.

The three of them each held a stick of incense and lit it, and inserted the incense in their hands into the incense altar according to their seniority.

Looking at the painting, Mr. Zhou said with emotion: "It's so aggrieved to say it, this person is not our ancestor, but he comes back every year to pay respects, hey!"

"I haven't seen you come back a few years ago. Besides, he may not be our ancestor."

Wang Chen squinted at Old Monster Zhou, then sat down on the futon, lit a cigarette and asked Old Monster Zhou: "What really confuses me is why it is so serious?

What age is it now, and you still have long hair and ancient robes, um, it’s really good, it feels very high-end, but are you used to it? "

"I'm used to shit." Old Freak Zhou also sat down and said in a husky tone.

Finally, he pouted and said: "You know about the Zhanjing Mountain, make it serious, the point is not a bad thing, after all, this is our lair, and no one knows if this is our ancestor, if it is true , we are actually not serious enough.”

"Do you think you're serious enough?"

At this moment, the corner of Xiaoxing's mouth twitched and said, Wang Chen was sitting on the futon and smoking, the old guy was talking nonsense, is this serious?
"You kid knows shit."

Wang Chen and Zhou Lao yelled and cursed in unison, they just didn't know if the Patriarch was this, that's why they were like this, after all, they made a wrong obeisance, what an embarrassing thing this is.

"Okay, let's start working. This year, we must find out if this is our patriarch, or burn his portrait. Hey, there are only three of us in the ancient martial arts world. Not even the patriarch is anyone. Know."

Old Freak Zhou stood up with a sigh, and walked towards the hill of books piled up in the corner of the hut...

(End of this chapter)