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He made another move of playing chess, saying that Dudu Nana uttered some syllables like the word "period".

Then he made another movement of swinging a sword.

Feng Chen looked at it for a while, then said lightly: "You mean, he knows everything?"

Both of them nodded quickly.

The bearded man: "Where did this little wild doll come from? Why can't he even speak clearly? Is he really the apprentice of Immortal Yi?"

Feng Chen said: "Try it and you will know." He looked at him and asked: "Your master was a world-renowned counselor 40 years ago. From annexing many countries to becoming an invincible overlord, your master has made great contributions. However, he suddenly retired when he was in the limelight, do you know the reason for this?"

He blinked and said blankly: "The master said that he likes fishing, but the palace refused to let him go, so he left."

There was a dead silence in the camp.

A school lieutenant said: "General, don't waste your time asking, this kid is a fool, what kind of apprentice is he?"

Feng Chen smiled: "Let's not talk about the reason why Zhu Zhu lives in seclusion, but he really likes fishing."

Everyone in the tent looked at him in surprise.

There was a muffled sound in his stomach suddenly, he stroked his stomach, then looked up at Feng Chen, with an extremely aggrieved expression on his face.

Feng Chen asked: "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." He nodded with his mouth flattened.

Feng Chen ordered someone to bring in rabbit meat, a plate full of meat dripping with blood.

As if he didn't see the blood at all, he grabbed the rabbit meat with his hands very naturally, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

Feng Chen looked at him for a while, then pointed to his own mouth: "Didn't you know how to speak before?"

Both of them nodded.

"Why?"

"Wolf." He whined, and said, "Learn from the master."

Feng Chen nodded thoughtfully: "You were raised by wolves, and later Qu Zhu picked you up and taught you how to speak."

Both of them nodded like pounding garlic.

Everyone sighed again.

He continued to eat the rabbit meat unconsciously, his hands and face were stained with blood, even his hair was stained a lot.

Feng Chen looked at him for a while, and said to the bearded man: "When he finishes eating, fetch some water for him to wash up, and find some clothes for him. Let him sleep at Feng Xiao's place tonight." Finished speaking , looked at him again, and said: "You come to see me tomorrow morning, I have something to ask you."

Both of them nodded.

The crowd dispersed, and he gnawed on the rabbit meat and followed the big beard to go outside. After walking two steps, he stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at Feng Chen, with a piece of rabbit meat in his mouth, and said in a vague voice: "Qin."

Feng Chen: "Leave the Qin with me first, and return it to you tomorrow."

He pouted his lips, seeming a little unhappy.

Feng Chen said it again: "I will return it to you tomorrow."

He looked at him and blinked, and then walked out of the tent under the urging voice of the bearded man.

The sixth day of May.

The sun was about to rise, everyone finished their breakfast and began to pack their bags.

Feng Chen put away his belongings, and was about to have someone come to the tent to pack up other sundries, when a notification came from outside the tent.

After a while, a short figure floated into the tent.

Feng Chen turned around and saw a small white face.

Although he still looks very immature, but perhaps because he grew up in the deep mountains since childhood, and has been living a secluded life like an outsider, his face has a faint aura of immortality.

Feng Chen stared at him for a long time before realizing that the person in front of him was that dirty boy who played the piano in the middle of the night last night.

When he saw Feng Chen, he ran up excitedly and shouted: "Ah Chen, my zither!"

what?

Feng Chen's face twitched unconsciously, and the word "A Chen" kept lingering in his ears.

"What did you call me just now?" Feng Chen asked him angrily and amusedly.

"Ah Chen." With a dazed look on his face, he repeated it again foolishly.

Feng Chen couldn't laugh or cry: "Who made you call that?"

"A Xiao said your name is Chen."

A Xiao must be referring to Feng Xiao, and Feng Xiao's original words should have said that his name was Feng Chen, but the kid automatically omitted his last name.

Feng Chen said with a serious face, "Call me General."

He blinked and looked at him.

Feng Chen added another sentence: "No one here can call my name."

He blinked again, then lowered his head, pouted and said, "General."

Feng Chen suddenly felt that he didn't know what to say. After thinking for a while, he still felt that he had nothing to say, so he turned around and walked to a corner of the tent, and lifted his qin out.

The seven-foot-long piano body was wrapped in a thick white cloth.

He took the piano carefully, touched it again and again, and then carried it on his back.

He is short in stature, and this guqin is almost as tall as him. With the guqin on his back, he is slightly arched, making people worry whether the guqin will break his waist.

Feng Chen glanced at him: "Your master gave it to you?"

Both of them nodded.

"You don't seem to know how to play."

He sniffed: "The master said, if you don't open it, you don't know how to learn."

Not open?Feng Chen guessed that this probably meant that he had not opened his seven senses, or that his mind had not been opened. It is estimated that the old Mr. Zhu knew that his apprentice was indeed a bit stupid. Methodology.

Feng Chen couldn't help but want to laugh.

He licked his lips, seemed thirsty, Feng Chen walked back to the table, poured a cup of tea, and raised his hand towards him.

He walked over and took it with both hands, with a very humble and decent attitude, he didn't look like a boy in his teens, but like an old scholar who was more than seventy years old and strictly abided by etiquette.

"Sit." Feng Chen said.

He looked at him, seeming a little hesitant.

Feng Chen looked at him for a while, then suddenly remembered the qin on his back that was almost as high as him, how could he sit down with such a qin hanging behind him.

A smile appeared on Feng Chen's face, and he waved his hand: "Then just stand and talk. Let me ask you, is everything you said last night true?"

He replied naturally, "Yes."

"So you came here to make yourself famous, so that you can see the national teacher in the future, right?"

Both of them nodded quickly.

Feng Chen looked at him and thought for a long time: "Looking at you, you can only be a military adviser."

He squeezed the corner of his clothes: "What is a military division?"

Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "You don't even know what jobs are in the army?"