Chapter 339: Cut Down the Mosquito Sword? Cut Down the Flood Dragon Sword! _2

Old Master drank a few cups of wine, couldn't help but remember those years, sighed and said, "Back then, I was badly injured and had to pretend to be dead to escape. I ran all the way to Wu City... When I found you by the Yellow River, you were this small, lying in a small bamboo basket."

"To tell the truth, your grandfather has been single for decades. I knew nothing about raising children... Luckily, you weren't picky about food either. I managed to raise you with one handful of shit and one of piss."

"..."

Xu Yang put down his wine glass and complained, "Grandpa, that's a bit ambiguous, isn't it? Can my not being picky about food and one handful of shit and one of piss be used together?"

"What's wrong with what I said?"

"No, no, nothing's wrong..."

Grandpa took a sip of wine and began to reminisce again.

He casually talked about some interesting events when he raised Xu Yang back then.