The sunset is slanting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A broken gold cup was spewing black smoke on the dirt road, and in the car, Lao Dao was looking at the blood-colored Ganoderma lucidum with a thick bowl mouth, and Zhang Zhiyi hugged his hands and closed his eyes to recuperate. Qian Fatzi glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a flattering face: "Grandpa Zhang, can this blood lingzhi increase your strength by ten years after eating?"

Old man Zhang rolled his eyes: "You kid have read too many martial arts novels!"

Qian Dai sneered: "I didn't believe it before, but after seeing your old man's skills, I now believe that there are really martial arts masters in this world." You are really deep enough to hide, no wonder you are so powerful, you can even calculate your whereabouts, I knew that I promised to worship you as a teacher back then. ”

The fat man's fart obviously scratched the itch of the old way, stroked his beard and said proudly: "Hehe, I regret it...... Uh, what did you just say? Did you calculate the whereabouts of the poor road?"

"It's not!" Qian Dai added to the story of how the two of them found the thief's cave.

Lao Dao asked suspiciously: "Xiaoyi, did you really calculate it?"

"What do you say, I didn't learn physiognomy from you!" Zhang Quyi said noncommittally.

Lao Dao is even more confused, this old man knows his own affairs, if he talks about martial arts, he can barely touch the threshold, and physiognomy is simply to learn a little fur, and ordinary people can usually fool him, but he has no real ability.

"Could it be that Xiao Yi is a natural physiognomy wizard? Yes, it must be so!" Lao Dao's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have finally found a reasonable explanation, and asked: "Xiao Yi, have you understood our family's ancestral "Microscopic Manifestation of the Appearance of All Beings" thoroughly?"

Zhang was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that one day last year, his grandfather seemed to have really given him such a book, but it was too obscure to read, and he threw it away after reading the first few crosses, and now he doesn't know where to lie at home!

"That...... It should be!" Zhang went to a branch of my way.

Lao Dao slapped his thigh and laughed happily: "I know, haha, Xiaoyi, you are really a wizard of physiognomy, and in the future, who will dare to despise our family's ancestral physiognomy book, and your father's rebel son said that feudal superstition refuses to learn, and he is angry with Lao Tzu!"

Qian Dai said weakly: "Old god stick, it seems that even you don't understand what is recorded, no wonder you can't count it accurately." ”

The old Taoist face was slightly red, and he hummed: "The five techniques of Xuanmen, mountain, medicine, life, physiognomy, and divination. With physiognomy is the most mysterious, the real physiognomy master, the sky, the earth, the people, peeping into the heavens, in charge of the world's luck, the small predicts the good and the bad, and the big is the change of dynasty. Since ancient times, how many people have been successful in physiognomy? Chen Jun, Sanfeng Daoren, Yuan Tiangang, Liu Bowen...... Ten fingers can be counted. If everyone has the ability to cut straight with iron, wouldn't this world be chaotic? ”

Qian Dai sneered: "Then do you mean that the old man means that he has no real ability, it all depends on fooling!"

"Little fat cub, do you have itchy skin?" the old man was annoyed.

Qian Dai's neck shrunk, and he didn't dare to tease anymore.

Zhang Quyi said quietly: "Grandpa, I remember that you seem to have said that our family is the descendant of Zhang Songxi in the Ming Dynasty?"

Lao Dao Zhengrong said: "Of course, "Through the Microscopic Manifestation of All Beings" is written by Sanfeng Daoren, and later passed down by the ancestor Songxi Gong, and has gone through more than 400 years. ”

"Ah, why is the name Zhang Songxi so familiar, isn't it one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang written by Jin Yong?" Qian Dai slapped his forehead.

Lao Dao said proudly: "That's right, Songxi Gong is indeed the fourth disciple of Sanfeng Daoren, and we are the sixty-ninth generation of Songxi Gong. ”

Zhang Quyi couldn't help but be speechless, he didn't expect that he would be reincarnated on the earth and become the sixty-ninth descendant of one of the disciples of the ancestor in the ball, and his rank was N generations lower.

Qian Fatzi scratched the back of his head: "No, Zhang Sanfeng's most awesome thing is Tai Chi, but why did the old man say that you used Eagle Claw Gong?"

Lao Dao rolled his eyes and said: "Poor Dao didn't say that the eagle claw skill is ancestral, which pot is not opened, which pot is not mentioned, concentrate on driving, don't go to Lao Tzu in the ditch." ”

Zhang Quyi's heart moved, grandpa has not shown martial arts for so many years, if it weren't for today's incident, he wouldn't know that the old guy is hiding so deeply, there must be a secret in it, but it seems that he doesn't plan to say it.

"Xiao Yi, give you this blood lingzhi!" Lao Dao threw the blood lingzhi to Zhang Quyi.

"Why?" Zhang Quyi couldn't help but be stunned, just now he was still struggling with how to ask the old man of the philistine for blood lingzhi, but he didn't expect him to take the initiative to give it to himself.

Lao Dao stroked his beard and said: "Since you have read through "Obviously Tonghua All Living Beings", it is natural to become a phase master, since ancient times, the phase master peeps into the heavens, which is against the sky and damages longevity. ”

Zhang Quyi said a little ashamedly: "Thank you, grandpa!"

This thing can prolong life, and it should have been left to grandpa, but now I really need this thing to assist in cultivation, and it is okay to be able to refine the pill in the future, and refine a furnace of longevity pill for grandpa.

When the van drove into Zhang's small courtyard, it was already completely dark.

"Dad, where are you running away, we are worried about death with the question, hey, Dad, why is your robe torn like that?"

As soon as Zhang Quyi and the others got out of the car, Xue Cuilan, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, immediately greeted them, looking at the three of them with suspicious eyes.

"What are you worried about, it's just a grave to show people, make a fuss. Lao Dao snorted coldly and walked into the house.

Xue Cuilan pulled Zhang Quyi and asked in a low voice, "Xiaoyi, where did you find your grandfather?

"Mom, look at what you said, what age is this, where are the bandits? Eat first, starve to death!"

"Ouch, you child, little fat, you are the most obedient, tell Aunt Acui, what happened?" Xue Cuilan grabbed the fat man who tried to sneak into the house with him.

Qian Dai said with a smile: "Aunt Cui, it's not a big deal, Grandpa Zhang showed people the grave, but the main family didn't seem to be very satisfied, so ......"

Speaking of this, Qian Fatzi deliberately lowered his voice: "So Grandpa Zhang came back on foot, but he got lost and slept in the wild all night, but fortunately we met him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come back tomorrow morning." ”

Since the matter of the ancient tomb could not be said, so as not to cause trouble, so on the way back, the three of them formulated this statement, although it was a little embarrassing, but the old god stick could only pinch his nose and admit it.

Xue Cuilan's face was stunned when she heard this, no wonder the old man's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, what should be said, see if you still have the face to go out and fool around in the future. It is said that Xue Cuilan has long been very dissatisfied with the old man's instillation of "feudal superstition" in his precious son, and she is naturally happy to see the old way.

As soon as Zhang Quyi entered the house, he found that the hot meal had been put on the table, braised back to the pot meat, sweet and sour carp, and he knew that it was his father's masterpiece without looking at it.

Qian Dai salivated and said: "Hehe, ask my uncle's specialty dish, this time I have a mouthful." Saying that, he unceremoniously picked up the rice bowl and started, and Lao Dao had already taken the lead.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked out of the kitchen with a plate of fried vegetables, somewhat similar to Zhang Quyi, except that his mouth was more square and his lips were thicker. Although he is also handsome, in comparison, his father is more masculine, while Zhang Quyi is softer.

Zhang Quyi: "Dad!"

Qian Dai: "Hehe, ask uncle, let's eat first, don't wait for you!"

Zhang asked a sigh, nodded to the fat man again, and then called Lao Dao Dad, and then sat down to eat, without asking anything else. Qian Dai had obviously long been accustomed to Zhang Wendao's style of being silent, and he didn't feel embarrassed, and continued to eat in large chunks.

"Little One, you still have to study at night tonight, right? Hurry back to school after eating. Xue Cuilan said.

Qian Dai preemptively said: "Aunt Cui, today the school organizes an outing to Laoshan Mountain, and evening self-study is also exempted, so we can stay at home for one night and go back to school tomorrow morning." ”

Xue Cuilan frowned and said, "Where can I go back tomorrow morning, I will miss two classes, no, I will go back to school after eating." ”

Lao Dao said disapprerovingly: "What's the matter if you miss one or two classes, it's getting dark, let Xiaoyi stay at home for a night, and go to school tomorrow morning." ”

"Dad, the first year of high school is in the third year, and there is still one semester to take the college entrance examination, if you don't hurry up, what can you do if you can't go to college by then?" Xue Cuilan argued.

Hearing his mother use the word "again", Zhang Quyi knew that it was going to be bad, and the legend has it that his father was admitted to college that year, but because his grandfather was accused of promoting feudal superstition, he was brushed down and became a victim of that crazy era, and since then he has become silent.

Sure enough, Lao Dao's face suddenly became gloomy, and Zhang Quyi hurriedly said, "Mom, don't worry, my son promises to bring back the admission letter from Jinghua University." ”

"Hehe, it's the best, eat more!" Xue Cuilan smiled from ear to ear.

Lao Dao put down the chopsticks, stood up and brushed his sleeves away.

Zhang Wenwen glared at his daughter-in-law, who muttered, "I didn't mean to!"

The meal ended unhappily, and after coming out of the house, Qian Dai opened the broken gold cup and drove Zhang to the town.

Qian Dai said gloating while driving the car: "Brother, this time the cowhide is blowing up, Jinghua University is so easy to get into, only three were admitted to Qingshi last year, and only one of them was our Qingzhong." ”

Zhang Quyi didn't think so, if it was his former self, let alone Jinghua University, it would be good to be able to go to undergraduate, but now it's different, he has awakened his memory, and his soul is not known how many times stronger, and all kinds of Q have also become stronger, and he is not sure of seven or eight points in the entrance examination to Jinghua University.