It was rare to meet a big-bellied man like the little fat man, and the boss's eyes narrowed into a slit with joy, and he came to their table diligently, asking if he still needed to add soup.

After the soup was enough, the little fat man burped, picked between his teeth with a delicate toothpick, followed the head of Liuyun Road, and walked out of the store. Because his stomach was full of food that he had extorted money for, the little fat man walked even more bloated, like a big yellow duck that had just returned from playing in the lake, and walked towards the hexagram stall of Liuyun Dao with staggering steps.

Walking to the hexagram stall, the little fat man couldn't wait to pull a chair and sit down, and the food in his stomach was bustling like a family meeting. If you are not careful, there is a tendency to shoot out from the chrysanthemum. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the fat little man squinted his eyes contentedly. From his small eyes, he looked at the laity in a hurry.

At this moment, a figure walked over, came to them, and said anxiously: "Haozi, you are really here! Just now your subject went to our house to look for you, I guess you should be here at the Taoist chief, so I asked your subject to wait for you at home and come out to look for you." ”

It turned out that the person who came was Ding Hao's father, and when Ding Hao heard his father's words, his face turned red. He couldn't sit still any longer, said goodbye to the little fat man and Liuyun Dao, and hurriedly disappeared into the crowd.

Watching Ding Hao disappear into the crowd like a little hamster chased by an old cat, the little fat man scolded Ding Hao in front of Liuyun Dao Chang, and he was too unrighteous to be a buddy. Liuyun Dao Chang was listening, laughing and not saying a word.

The little fat man rested for a while, feeling that the food in his stomach seemed to be tamed, and he would no longer rebel, so he stood up and said goodbye to Liuyun Dao Chang and left. The little fat man felt that he had nowhere to go, and suddenly wanted to go back to Shanjian Villa to see the master, the master, and all the brothers.

The little fat man was a person who thought of it and wanted to practice it immediately, and when he got out of the city gate, he walked in the direction of Xianjian Villa. It stands to reason that if the little fat man meets him, he will be able to return to the Fairy Sword Villa in the blink of an eye. However, the little fat man felt that going home like this was a bit like those talents who had won fame, once they were the top students in high school, they rode a high-headed horse, boasting about the official for three days, and they had an unbeatable attitude.

He didn't want people to gossip, so he decided to keep a low profile, like an ordinary person, and quietly returned to the villa. In fact, the little fat man's walking speed is not slow, according to his itinerary, it will be a cup of tea to the fairy sword villa.

The little fat man returned to his heart like an arrow, and the little pebbles on the road also seemed to know the mood of the little fat man, and let out a happy laugh to welcome the return of the little fat man. The autumn harvest has just ended, and there are still many hard-working villagers in the fields who plow the fields with old oxen. The bright ploughshares cut wounds on the chest of the earth, and with a strong smell of the earth, they were sent to the nose of the little fat man endlessly. And from his nose, the eight veins of the strange meridians that roamed on his body were tightly combined with flesh and blood.

The little fat man has no time to enjoy the fruitful scene of the autumn harvest, nor does he have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the flowers competing for beauty at the end of the season. All he wanted now was to hurry back to Xiyuan and meet with his brothers.

When the little fat man walked to the door of Sword and Fairy Villa, a few drops of crystal clear sweat overflowed from his nose. It's not that the little fat man sweats from the tiredness of the journey, not to mention this little distance, even if it is ten times or eight times longer, the little fat man will not sweat. The reason why he sweats is because he is about to see his long-lost relatives, and his heart is excited and nervous.

There were two vigilant disciples standing at the gate of the villa, and when they saw the little fat man, they greeted the little fat man with a smile. In the past few years, the little fat man has been obscure in the villa. After this year's Wuyuan Sword Debate, the little fat man suddenly became a celebrity in Xianjian Villa. Regardless of the East Garden, the South Garden, the West Garden or the North Garden, and even in the Middle Garden, which has the most talents, the little fat man has become a topic that everyone talks about after dinner. Even after the little fat man left for so long, he has always been firmly in the position of the number one figure in Fairy Sword Villa. Because of this, the two little fat men in front of him looked familiar, but the disciples who couldn't name them recognized the little fat man accurately at a glance. After the little fat man smiled and said hello, he went straight to Xiyuan.

When he arrived at the West Garden, the little fat man found that the West Garden, which had always been lively and lively, was actually deserted, and not a single figure could be seen. Such an abnormal behavior made the little fat man feel that the second monk was confused. I don't know what happened, Xiyuan's senior brothers, along with the master and the master, disappeared en masse.

"Ahem......"

The little fat man, who was at a loss, suddenly heard a coughing sound coming from the firewood room. Hearing the cough, the little fat man was overjoyed, because he knew that Uncle Qin in the firewood house was still in the garden.

The little fat man pushed open the door of the firewood room, and saw Uncle Qin, who was old and long-bell, using a sharp axe to cut the thigh-thick log into two halves.

The smell of firewood condensed in the firewood room, like a group of children surrounding the maltose vendor, and refused to disperse for a long time.

Uncle Qin is also one of the only remaining elders of the older generation, according to his generation, now he doesn't have to work, he sits in the yard every day to bask in the sun, and Xianjian Villa will also take care of him for his old age. However, when he practiced in middle age, he went into the devil and hurt his vitality. The golden energy on his body is too strong, and he coughs all day long, as if he wants to cough out all his internal organs.

For his disease, the old owner of the previous village was also helpless, so he could only tell him to often vent the gold in his body. Jin Kemu, Uncle Qin thought of this trick, and automatically asked for orders to go to the firewood room to chop firewood, just to vent the golden energy in his heart.

Uncle Qin looked up and saw the little fat man, a rare smile appeared on his wooden face, and the wrinkles were like a small boat pushing away the waves, rippling.

"Ahem, little fat man, why are you here?"

The little fat man was also very happy to see Uncle Qin. He has long been accustomed to Uncle Qin's busyness. In the past, the little fat man was worried that Uncle Qin was working hard to chop firewood and wanted to do it for him, but Uncle Qin always refused to let him. Over time, after everyone knew Uncle Qin's purpose of chopping firewood, they didn't say anything.

"Well, Uncle Qin, I'm fine today, go back to the villa and have a look. By the way, Uncle Qin, where are all the people in the villa? Why haven't you seen a single figure for most of the day?"

Listening to the little fat man's question, Uncle Qin coughed twice and said slowly: "They all went to the Middle Garden, and the owner of the village held a martial arts competition in the Middle Garden today, and all disciples can participate." The final winner of the contest will be awarded the Zhuxian Sword. ”

Hearing the Zhuxian Sword, the little fat man was taken aback. As a little fat man in the Fairy Sword Villa, he naturally knows the status of this Immortal Sword in the Villa. To use an easy-to-understand example, this Zhuxian Sword is like the jade seal of the current emperor. For a long time, the Zhuxian Sword has been collected by successive generations of owners. Now, the owner of the village suddenly came to this hand, and even the little fat man who had not been in the villa for a long time could feel that this was an omen of the inheritance of the owner of the village.

"Uncle Qin, then I'll go to Zhongyuan to have a look. As he spoke, the little fat man took a big stride and walked towards the outside of the firewood room.

Looking at the little fat man's hurried voice, Uncle Qin's eyes flashed, revealing an incredible look. He seemed to see something in the little fat man, and immediately, Uncle Qin withdrew his gaze. He sighed and continued chopping the wood in his hand.

The West Garden is not far from the Middle Garden, and after jumping over a hill, you will arrive at the Middle Garden, which is now the most important central hub of Xianjian Villa. As soon as he arrived at the training ground, the little fat man saw the scene of everyone sweating into rain. There were so many people, as if all the people from the various gardens of Xianjian Villa had gathered here.

The little fat man found a high platform, looked into the field, and saw the master and several uncles and uncles sitting there on the high platform. Their sitting posture is exactly the same as the position they did when the Five Gardens discussed the sword.

The little fat man who is now competing on the stage also knows that he is Zhuo Ang, the most important disciple of Zhongyuan Youao Shibo. Zhuo Ang's cultivation has already reached the Four Elephants Period. In the first two sessions of Wuyuan's sword debate, because his age had exceeded the limit, he did not see it, and the final winner of the sword debate was taken away by Han Bowen. He didn't see the sword discussion this time, if Zhuo Ang saw the sword, whether the little fat man could get this ancient strange soldier Qiushui Yanling knife is still a question worth pondering.

The other person is Han Bowen, the winner of the last two years, but judging from their current situation, Han Bowu's situation is not good, and he may lose at any time.

The little fat man also saw Master Qiao Huacheng, Master's face was not very good, he frowned, and he didn't know what he was thinking. The little fat man's eyes searched the crowd for a while, and he saw Senior Brother Gong Can standing in front of him. The little fat man jumped off the high platform, squeezed through the bustling crowd, and squeezed towards Gong Chan and them.

The little fat man is bloated, and there are many people in the family, so it is not easy for him to squeeze through. However, the little fat man didn't care about this, and squeezed forward desperately, and the person who was pushed away by the little fat man glared at the little fat man dissatisfiedly. If it weren't for the elders of the mountain villa guarding here now, they would have opened their mouths and scolded a long time ago.

The little fat man wasted all his strength, and finally squeezed to the place where the disciples of Xiyuan were. Seeing everyone hanging their heads one by one, as if they had defeated a rooster, staring at the situation in the ring with strength and anger, they didn't even notice the arrival of the little fat man.

The little fat man gently patted Gong Can, who was standing at the back of the crowd, and whispered, "Sixth Senior Brother." ”

Gong Can was looking at the stage in a daze, and suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder. He was taken aback, looked back, and saw the little fat man standing behind him looking at him with a smile.

"Little fat man, why are you here?" Gong Can cried out happily.