So a question that faced Zhao Changan at the beginning was, how could Meng Xuedong's master conclude that the old Dragon King could do it?

There are two people involved in this sentence, one is the old Dragon King, and the other is Meng Xuedong’s master, the one called ‘Old Li Tou who collects herbs’.

If one could look more broadly, this sentence would have caught four people's attention at once, as well as Zhao Changan and Wen Ye.

Of course Wen Ye knew there were other ways, but Zhao Changan had no chance at all.

In fact, he can't do it, but he can do it soon. When spring comes next year and the flowers bloom and the jasper in his hand grows, he can do it.

It’s just that he is not so noble, so willing to sacrifice himself for others!

Then the information revealed by Meng Xuedong is very likely to point to the same thing, that is, the four of them are practitioners of this kind of ancient martial arts.

This is a bit interesting.

If we continue to reason about this matter in a more in-depth way, then Meng Xuedong’s master should not have this ability, or he is an extremely selfish person who is unwilling to do something for his apprentice’s good friends.

A small contribution.

For the same reason, the old Dragon King is a person with this ability.

‘It’s that old Li Tou who has a bad temper, a bad temper, and a big temper’, this sentence is even more meaningful, so Wen Ye deduced that Meng Xuedong’s master should already have a very serious rickets.

'When you practice ancient martial arts, your whole body will be filled with essence and energy. When you get old and your body becomes weak, your essence will be thin and wilted, and it can no longer fill your body, so you will be like a deflated balloon, with your whole body atrophied and indescribable pain.'

Here, Ye Pingbai seemed to have broken free from the curse and shackles on the surface. However, Wen Ye had always expressed doubts, because if he really broke free from the thorn chain, then there was no need for him to be so anxious now.

"Zizi~"

At this time, there was an extremely slight hissing sound from the beam in the kitchen. Wen Ye raised his head and glanced up. A green hairspring, as long as a chopstick and only one third of the thickness of the chopstick, was half hooped on the log of the beam.

He stood and poked his head towards Wen Ye.

You can also see that there is a small bulge in the middle of the snake's body, which is obviously when it is full and returning to the nest.

This is his jasper.

——

Tianmu Village, night.

Zhao Changan and other village aunt Juaner put the eggs, washed green peppers, green tomatoes and garlic sprouts in a bamboo dustpan and walked into the kitchen and placed them beside the pot. Zhao Changan took the initiative to give up his throne and let the village girl sit on it and clean up.

The firewood lit another pot stove.

Zhao Changan was chopping and assembling vegetables, using gourds and gourds to scoop out water to heat and wash pots, and then using a shovel to stir-fry over a high fire.

"Who introduced you here?"

At this point, the village girl finally couldn't help but ask Zhao Changan, and at the same time looked up at Zhao Changan's face who was cutting vegetables.

"Meng Xuedong."

"No wonder my dad treats you like this, otherwise he would have to wait until we had dinner before opening the door for you. Isn't that right? You didn't mention Xiaomeng's name from the beginning to the end?"

The village girl asked in surprise: "I have the phone in my hand. Xiaomeng hasn't had a phone these days."

"Have you ever heard of confirming your eyes and meeting the right person?"

Zhao Changan had already cut the vegetables. Seeing that the water in the pot was already steaming, he scooped out the hot water with a ladle and poured it out. Then he used a broom to sweep out the remaining hot water that was difficult to scoop out. The last bit

The water film attached to the pot is allowed to evaporate while the pot is burning.

"My dad and Xiao Meng are right. The people outside your mountain are not honest and they are full of half-truths and half-lies."

"You don't seem to be a local, right?"

Zhao Changan did not continue the topic of this village girl, but wanted to find out her background.

"Is this important, or does it have to do with the purpose of your coming here?"

The village girl stopped Zhao Chang'an without even saying a word, so he took a spoonful of rapeseed oil, waited for the oil to warm up, and started cooking over a crackling fire.

"The level is good. Are you almost catching up with me?"

The village girl Juan'er was a little surprised and praised Zhao Chang'an, saying, "I don't want to know about you, and you don't know about me either. Everyone said something else, and they all laughed happily."

"Compared with your old hen stewed with mushrooms, it's still a lot worse."

Juan'er was silent for a while, and when the things in her heart were mentioned, she no longer wanted to have fun with Zhao Changan.

He whispered: "Actually, this chicken soup is specially stewed for my dad, and he drinks it with medicinal wine. He has a physical illness. I heard it is a very rare disease. My dad was not like this before. His back was very straight.

I'm not thin either, my arms are thicker than my current legs."

"It's ankylosing spondylitis. This disease is a worldwide problem and difficult to overcome."

Zhao Changan couldn't help but think of what Wen Ye said on the phone in the afternoon, 'He should be a dry, thin hunchback.'

It’s so accurate!

But what does this girl mean when she says, 'Actually, this chicken soup is specially stewed for my dad'?

At that moment, he would drink the chicken soup or not.

At Zhao Changan's current height, not to mention an earthen pot of old hen stewed with mushrooms, he would not be too interested in an earthen pot of swan stewed with ginseng.

But at the wine table, why don't you and Xiao Lan use your chopsticks to pick up chicken or scoop out a spoonful of chicken soup, but only stir-fry eggs with garlic sprouts and green tomatoes with chili peppers?

It doesn't matter to him, it doesn't even matter if he doesn't eat this meal. As a cautious adult, Zhao Changan put a lot of things in the trunk of the jeep for this trip to the mountains, such as small outdoor tents, sleeping bags, and his

Fallen

Crystal and iron long knife, solid alcohol, alcohol stove, biscuits, dried fruits, instant noodles, bags of braised beef, mineral water, milk pot, insect repellent sulfur powder, wind oil essence, flashlight, Swiss Army knife, a certified knife

A bludgeon to beat birds,——

But isn’t this a slap in Old Man Li’s face?

"It seems that this is the case. There is no law to cure it, so you can only rely on alcohol to relieve it. You'd better let him get drunk at night, until he is a puddle of mud, otherwise he will be half-drunk and full of swear words, and the whole yard will be cursed. I have been listening to this for more than ten years

We are all used to it. Meng Xuedong was scolded for being depressed when he first came to my house, but then he gradually became more scolded."

Zhao Changan understood why the father and daughter chose to live far away from the village.

He said to the village girl: "No, at least tonight, your father will endure it."

"Although there aren't many guests coming to my house, there probably aren't many that my dad can tolerate."

The village girl expressed doubts.

Zhao Changan smiled. How could he get Old Li drunk tonight? He also wanted to tell him about Dang Chenying.

But there is nothing to argue about this matter. The truth will be revealed naturally when you have a drink at night.

Just like he has a lot of things he wants to ask Old Man Li, this Old Man Li will definitely have a lot of things he wants to ask him.

So no matter how uncomfortable it was, he had to hold it in and endure it.

As a little old man who had curled up to such an extent but still endured not hanging on the southeastern branch, Zhao Changan believed that he still had some patience.

At this time, the first dish, fried green tomatoes and green peppers, comes out of the pot.

The reason why Zhao Changan fried this dish first was to fry the eggs and garlic sprouts without washing the pot, so that the second dish would have a little bit of the sourness and spiciness of the first dish.

(End of chapter)


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