The middle-aged man in ragged clothes and with his hair scattered kept drinking wine, looked at Liu Chen tightly, and had an impulse to rush up and hug Liu Chen tightly, but he didn't dare, so he endured it. 

Cup after cup. Suddenly, he slammed the cup down and slapped it on the table, startling everyone. Liu Changjun has white hair, a fairy wind and bones, tin and long-term years, full of wrinkles, frowning, wrinkles appear extraordinarily clear, the years are unforgiving, like a knife urging people to grow old. looked at the middle-aged man, did not speak, and his face was cold.

"Second brother" Liu Nanjiang stretched out a hand, grabbed the middle-aged man's sleeve, tugged at it, and shouted. 

The look on Liu Changjun's face was abnormal, cloudy and sunny, and it was clear at a glance.

"Don't stop me, let me pass!" he violently exerted his strength, broke free from Liu Nanjiang's shackles, and spoke loudly.

Liu Chen sat beside Liu Changjun, his face was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and he stared at the middle-aged man without saying a word. The middle-aged man staggered with the strength of the wine and walked in steps. Liu Changjun secretly glanced at Liu Chen, and when he saw that Liu Chen's face was abnormal, he gritted his teeth.

slapped the table suddenly, so frightened that everyone on the table sat stunned, Feng Ning's chopsticks fell to the ground, covered with cold sweat, and he picked up the chopsticks on the ground sluggishly, and did not dare to move after picking up the chopsticks.

Standing up slowly, the old man stretched out his hand to Liu Chen, and said, "Oh! Good grandson, hurry up, the old man's waist flashed, give the old man a hand!"

Liu Chen hurriedly stood up and steadily supported Liu Changjun. From the moment Liu Changjun slapped the table angrily, the middle-aged man stopped and did not dare to take a step forward.

"Liu Yidao, are you bold? I didn't dare to slap the table, old man, but you gave you Lao Tzu and showed your temper!" Liu Changjun stretched out a hand, pointed at Liu Yidao's nose, and said resentfully.

"Dad, I'...... I!" Liu stumbled, and was instantly stunned.

"Get out!" Liu Changjun, who had always been gentle, suddenly became heavy-faced, angry, and pointed at Liu Yidao and drank violently.

The change is too much, the thunder is too fast to cover the ears, if the sound of thunder, it comes in an instant, and it is fleeting. Shocked everyone, they all looked at Liu Changjun in horror, Liu Yidao lowered his head and walked outside.

When Liu Yidao left, Liu Changjun was smiling again, and the spring breeze was vigorous; looking at Feng Ning, Qing Xunhuan, Chu Li and others, he hugged his fists, apologized, smiled, and said: "Everyone is rude, blame the old man, my family education is not strict, and I am out of proportion, the old man I am here, I apologize to you for my uncompetitive son!"

Liu Changjun clenched his fists and bent down, bowed and bowed, full of apologies.

"Old man Liu, you are serious! I am fortunate to be able to meet you as an old-timer, that is, we are fortunate to have three lives, how dare we accept such a great gift from you?!"

Everyone was horrified, hurriedly got up, clenched their fists and saluted back, postponed, did not dare to accept, did not dare to accept the salute.

"Then you use it slowly, the old man is weak, so he will go back to the hospital to rest, and he will not be accompanied!" Liu Changjun stroked his white beard that stretched to his chest, smiled kindly, and said to Feng Ning and the others.

"Greetings to the old-timers!!"

"Dad, slow down!"

Everyone at the table stood up and sent Liu Changjun away with fists. The white-clothed Hou Liu Nanjiang stretched out his hand to support Liu Changjun, but Liu Changjun glared at him fiercely, and the white-clothed Hou suddenly got stuck, and he didn't dare to step forward.

"You accompany your unsuccessful second brother, what does the old man do?" Liu Changjun's voice was as low as possible, and he snorted coldly, scolding the white marquis.

"Old man, you ......" In the field, more than a dozen clansmen, all of whom were the people with the highest status in the Liu clan, a white-haired old man, persuaded Liu Changjun. Liu Changjun waved his hand, and he didn't speak.

"Chen'er, hurry up and help the old man, the old man is tired!" Liu Changjun blew Liu Chen, his movements were slow and his steps were faltering. Liu Chen hurriedly helped Liu Changjun and slowly walked to the backyard.

This person is the great elder of the Liu clan - Liu Xingyun. Liu Xingyun was one of the eight sects of the previous generation, second only to Liu Changjun in seniority, but he had to be respectful to Liu Changjun.

Today, Liu Changjun of the Liu clan is a hands-off shopkeeper, and everything in the clan is handled by Liu Xingyun and others, which can be described as the real helmsman of the Liu clan.

All this, for Feng Ning and the others, as distinguished guests, can be described as walking barefoot on the tip of the knife, rolling in the fire, trembling and frightened, cold sweat breaking out, and the atmosphere does not dare to breathe, extremely afraid!

Who would have thought that these people who have been walking the rivers and lakes for many years have been used to licking blood from the knife edge, and people who are not afraid of life and death will be cowardly like this! Even the four great masters of Zhendong Mansion are not like this, it is not much better!

With the departure of Liu Changjun and the others, the scene became more awkward and the atmosphere became more uncomfortable. And one person has already left quietly, I don't know if anyone in the scene noticed, in short, no one paid attention!

Backyard, under a large willow tree. Liu Changjun was boxing here, sometimes as fast as lightning and thunder, and sometimes as slow as a turtle, without energy.

"Grandpa, you transferred the four secret guards away?!" Liu Chen asked Liu Changjun suspiciously.

He craned his neck and searched everywhere, in corners, in dark places, on rooftops, and everywhere he could hide, but he found nothing.

"You said that the four of them were all sent out by me to Ping'an Mountain!" Liu Changjun replied slowly.

"Ping'an Mountain, master, you?" Liu Chen's face changed slightly, and he looked at Liu Changjun.

"Don't worry, I just asked the four of them to go to Ping'an Mountain to get something for the old man, calculate the time, and they can go back to the house early tomorrow morning!"

Ping'an Mountain, one of the seventy-two factions in the world, is very strong in itself. In this piece of heaven and earth, the eight ethnic groups stand together, no one shakes it, and those who are equal to it are only Buddhism and Taoism. Under this, there are thirty-six sects and seventy-two sects.

"Master, I don't know something?" Liu Chen frowned and looked at Liu Changjun.

Liu Changjun stroked his beard, smiled indifferently, did not speak, and beckoned to Liu Chen.

Step over to the stone table and sit down. Liu Chen hurriedly stepped forward, and was about to pick up the teapot and pour tea. Liu Changjun stretched out a hand, blocked the spout of the teapot, shook his head, took the teapot himself, and poured tea for the two.

Put down the teapot, pointed to the stone bench opposite, and said: "Sit, drink this tea first, this tea is the filial piety of the Nanling royal family, and it is said that it is: the most precious tea in Nanling, you can taste it!"

Liu Chen picked up the teacup, took a sip, and immediately felt refreshed and refreshed, and came to be interested, and asked: "How can there be such a good tea in the land of Nanling?" Grandpa, what is the name of this tea?"

The old man picked up the teacup, blew the white mist slowly, took a sip, and then said slowly: "Good tea has its own good name, but the name of this tea, even if the old man has been more than 150 years, he has never heard of it." Wuquan tea, do you know?"

Asked Liu Chen, Liu Chen frowned, thought for a long time, sighed, shook his head, pretended to be aggrieved, and said, "Grandpa, I have only been in the world for more than ten years, how do I know?"

"That's right, you're still young! How do you know that there are more than 100 masters in the world?" The old man was leisurely, savoring the black spring, and said.