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"Yes, grandpa, are you done practicing?" Wen Mo put the chicken and rabbit on the edge of the yard and put the bean curd on the table, "I bought the bean curd today, and it was just enough to use it as breakfast." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Hmm. Wen Fan opened his eyes and fell from the sky, and with it, the medicine box on the dustpan was quickly closed without leakage.

Wen Mo set up the table, took out two more bowls from the kitchen, and separated a large bowl of bean curd, "Grandpa, Aunt Ning made pickles again, she specially gave more, you taste it, it still tastes delicious." ”

"Hmm. Wen Fan stroked his robe back and sat down.

He picked up the spoon and gently scooped a spoonful of white and tender bean curd, put it in his mouth, his beard trembled, and his eyes turned with a streamer.

The taste is the same as before.

Wen Fan thought that every time his grandson was at home, he always got up early to exercise, and when he came back, he always brought some freshly baked bean curd, which tasted especially good.

"Grandpa......" Wen Mo always felt that something was wrong with Wen Fan.

"What's wrong?" Wen Fan ate the bean curd, his eyes narrowed slightly, he enjoyed it very much, his white beard trembled slightly, and like an ordinary kind old man, he couldn't see the sadness in his heart.

"Is the bean curd delicious?" Wen Mo suppressed his thoughts, and smiled like a sunflower.

"Delicious. Wen Fan finished drinking it in one gulp, put down the bowl, wiped his beard, pointed to the chicken rabbit in the corner and said, "Where did this come from?"

"It was given by Brother Wang Yancai. He stuffed it for me and ran away, I took the bean curd, I didn't have time to catch up, I'll give it back to him later. Wen Mo quickly explained.

Wen Fan doesn't like to accept things from villagers at will, he usually buys them with Bai Jing, once he finds out that Wen Mo accepts other people's things casually, he will punish Wen Qian severely. That's right!

Of course, he won't punish Wen Mo, his idea is: If his sister did wrong, his brother must have failed to set a good example, so he should punish his brother!

That time, Wen Fan beat Wen Qian with a whip all over his body, and there was no good meat on his body, and he was bloody.

Since committing it once, Winmer no longer dares to take things casually. Even if it's a piece of candy, it has to be explained.

That time, Wen Fan beat Wen Qian with a whip all over his body, and there was no good meat on his body, and he was bloody.

"No need, that kid from Yancai should be about to break through the Martial Disciple Triple, bring him the box on the penultimate layer of my cabinet. Wen Fan said.

Warmer nodded, "Okay, Grandpa." ”

Her body can basically be controlled, but the finer movements are a little stiff, for example, now, she pinched the spoon and scooped the bean curd to eat, the spoon always had to be crooked, the pinch was not tight, scooping a spoonful and dropping half a spoonful.

"Silently, what's wrong with your hand?" Wen Fan's observation was very good, and he could see at a glance that something was wrong.

"Maybe I haven't exercised for too long, so I accidentally pulled it when I was exercising in the morning, and it was a little sore. Winser explained with a lame reason.

Wen Fan nodded slightly, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes, "I'll show you." ”

As he spoke, he took Wen Mo's hand and entered an aura, which swirled around in Wen Mo's body and found no problems.

He frowned, "Silently, are you sure that's the case? ”

Wen Mo pretended to be stupid and smiled, "I don't know, grandpa." When I was exercising, my hand suddenly hurt, and I thought it was because I hadn't exercised for too long, and the meridians or muscles were pulled. ”

Illness is said to have roots, but sometimes it is not clear. Wen Mo said something that seemed to be true or false, so that Wen Fan could not make a diagnosis.

"I'll study it again, then you won't go out tomorrow. Wen Fan held one hand to his chin and meditated, and walked towards the pharmacy in front.

Could it be that the silent body is not suitable for martial arts, and he has not practiced for a long time, and the sequelae of sudden practice?

"Hey, grandpa, didn't you teach me not to give up halfway, but to persevere! How can you make me stop exercising because of the slightest pain?" Wen Mo chased after him, pulling Wen Fan's sleeve.

The movement of these few steps was too fast, she felt as if her body was being torn apart, and she wailed in her heart: It hurts!

"You can't even hold a spoon and still go to exercise?" Wen Fan was thinking about it, and was interrupted, a little annoyed, "Why do you take such a low care of your body?"

"But grandpa, you used to tell your brother that the more sore you are, the more you need to exercise, so that the effect can be better. Wen Mo pretended to be aggrieved and bowed his head, pinching the corners of his clothes and pulling them around.

Wen Fan's complexion changed, and he suddenly thought of his vanished Wen Qian's grandson, and his heart was full of pain.

Because he suffered the loss of not being strong when he was young, he let Qian'er practice martial arts every day while learning the Fadao, so as to have a strong physique.

Even though it was very hard, Qian'er never said bitter.

Qian'er is so talented...... Wen Fan's face was distorted and in pain.

Wen Mo carefully observed Wen Fan's expression, and a thought had been wandering in his heart, and finally decided to speak.

She said coquettishly: "Grandpa, I want to practice kung fu and go to my brother~"

"Nonsense!" Wen Fan was already in pain in his heart, but after listening to Wen Mo's words, his heart was sad and even more painful.

"My brother and I have telepathy, I feel like he's in a safe place! He's definitely waiting for me to save him!" Wen Mo stubbornly waited for Wen Fan.

Wen Fan's face changed, and he carefully observed her expression, "Really?"

The telepathy that Winmer spoke of was not just a rhetoric, but a real thing, only occasionally. For example, once Wen Mo had a high fever, Wen Qian felt it, and another time, Wen Qian was seriously injured in the academy, and Wen Mo felt it, so Wen Fan arrived in time and saved his life.

But more often than not, it's not felt. At least this time, Wimmer didn't feel it.

"Really!" Wen Mo nodded vigorously, his tone firm.

Someone once said that the highest level of deceiving people is to deceive herself, and she herself believes in this matter! How can she still deceive Wen Fan.

Wen Fan discerned her expression and found that there was no trace of lying, and his face immediately turned excited, "You kid, why didn't you say it earlier? If you know this, I will spend some more money, and let people find it! No! I'll go now!"

"Grandpa, but I don't know where my brother is now! Even if you ask someone to help you find it, it's only possible to know the place." Warmer stopped.

"That being said, I'm afraid your brother can't wait!" Wen Fan frowned.

"Grandpa, let me cultivate! I heard that this kind of telepathy is more sensitive among people with higher cultivation, and it can also judge the location. ”

"Is there such a statement?" Wen Fan thought back, and finally dug out a little relevant memory from his corner.

When I was young, I heard a great mage give a lecture.

"Okay, okay, I got it. Then grandpa won't stop you. You have to pay attention to your body though. Wen Fan's whole person's spirit suddenly improved a lot, and his life had a thought again.