Chapter 3 Eight Years Later, Fulong Village

On top of a scenic high mountain, there is a village that is not well known.

　　Fulong Village.

　　There were close to three hundred families in the village.

　　At nightfall, smoke curled up from every household.

　　Women in flowery jackets opened the courtyard doors and shouted the names of the children of each family at the top of their voices.

　　"Tie Dan!"

　　"Dog egg! Come home for dinner!"

　　"Cuihua~ back ah."

　　"Cinnabar, the dead kid still doesn't come back quickly!"

　　A taller boy viciously dropped the boy in his hand.

　　Under his breath, he cursed, "Dead blind boy, let me see you again and I'll beat you up next time!"

　　The corner of the mouth of the teenager lying on the ground revealed an inexplicable smile as he said softly under his breath, "Zhao Beichen, you wait."

　　The teenager was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a face like a knife, a high nose, and slightly thin lips.

　　Dressed in a gray hemp garment, but a white silk band was covering his eyes.

　　The words just fell!

　　Zhao Beichen's eyes revealed a fierce color, raising his hand to drop his fist on the teenager.

　　However, he was stopped by the children beside him, and the little boy said with a bitter face, "Beichen, hurry back, my mother is shouting for me to eat."

　　After a few children left, the teenager lying on the ground got up with a carp.

　　Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he walked towards his home with his hands dangling behind his back.

　　While walking, the teenager shrugged his nose, as if the one who had just been beaten was not himself at all.

　　Looking for the scent, the teenager lying on the fence wall of a family shouted: "Auntie Li ~ today this is what day ah? And stewed baby hens?"

　　Creak~

　　A slightly blonde middle-aged woman pushed the door out and looked at the teenager with a smile on her face and greeted him.

　　"It's Guanqi ah, have you eaten yet? Auntie will get you some."

　　Li Guanqi pretended to touch his stomach and said, "I really haven't eaten yet."

　　"Isn't this a dog with a good nose, not wanting to eat the chaff and vegetables my grandfather made, so he came here after searching for the flavor."

　　The woman saw the situation quickly waved her hand and said: "brats can not talk nonsense, just right, aunt this still left half a pot."

　　"I'll give you some more rice, you take back and eat with your grandfather."

　　Hearing this, the teenager's face smiled even more, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Auntie Li."

　　"Ai...it's a shame that Auntie Li's skill doesn't go down the mountain to open a restaurant."

　　The woman's eyes curved, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes increased by a few threads.

　　"Brat, you're the one with the sweet mouth, wait."

　　Not a moment later, a little girl as if she was a porcelain doll walked out with a pot of fragrant chicken stew.

　　Little girl with a pot full of stewed chicken, afraid of spilling, a pair of eyes staring at the pot of vegetables staring at the drops of round.

　　While walking, the little girl also muttered: "Li Guanqi, are you a dog? Every time my family cooks something delicious, you come on time."

　　Li Guanqi leaned over the fence wall and couldn't help but say, "Meng Wanshu, who do you think will be able to marry you in the future as a good wife and mother?"

　　Meng Wanshu's face flushed red, and it took her a lot of effort to bring the pot of vegetables up to the fence wall.

　　Rolling her eyes at Li Guanqi she ran towards the house, but immediately afterward she thought that Li Guanqi couldn't see it.

　　Pouting, she tilted her head and cursed at Li Guanqi, "Stinking rascal!"

　　Li Guanqi laughed and turned around before she could walk, standing in place with a slight salute.www.wxbj.org

　　Somewhat awkwardly, he said, "That... is Uncle Meng back?"

　　The man standing in front of Li Guanqi didn't say anything either, and kicked him in the ass.

　　With a laugh, he scolded, "In the future, go and tease Wanshu less, you're almost at the age of Zong worship, and you still don't have a proper behavior."

　　"Fuck off~"

　　Li Guanqi hemmed and hawed, hastily nodded his head and responded, "Okay~ Tomorrow bring wine to Uncle Meng ha."

　　Finally came to a location slightly far away from the yard.

　　After crashing through the door, the teenager softly shouted, "Grandpa? I'm back."

　　At the door of the room, an old man smoking a dry cigarette's eyes lit up.

　　Dodging to Li Guanqi's body he grabbed a piece of chicken and stuffed it into his mouth, unable to help but squint his eyes.

　　Barring his mouth, the old man spoke, "Sure enough, it's still Old Meng his daughter-in-law who has the best handiwork."

　　Li Guanqi put down the vegetable pot his body swaying slightly.

　　Su Xuan skimmed his mouth and scolded without a good mood, "How long has it been since you opened your mind's eye and you're using it like this? You kid hit the fist stump a hundred more times today!"

　　The youngster instantly looked bitter and muttered in a low voice, "Grandpa, it's not true ..."

　　"Hundred more times to fight, is three hundred times, I finished all the latter half of the night."

　　With the old man pulling out a pitch black scabbard behind him, the teenager was very sensible and shut his mouth.

　　An old man and a young man just squatted on the threshold and ate.

　　While eating, the teenager asked, "Grandpa, why do you always say that you won't let me fight back?"

　　The old man spat out a piece of bone from his mouth and slapped the teenager on top of his head, giving him a stumble.

　　"Fist to the weak, and practicing begging?"

　　"Is that what the old man taught you?"

　　"If you fight back, I'll have to go to Old Zhao's house for a banquet tomorrow."

　　The teenager rubbed his head and didn't say anything for half a day.

　　The old man pretended not to see it and said, "You kid is holding back so much, surely you don't have a good fart, too lazy to care about you."

　　"Ran into your Uncle Meng on your way back?"

　　Li Guanqi hemmed and hawed, "That little girl Wan Shu is getting better looking the more she grows."

　　Snap!

　　"Who asked you about his girl?!"

　　"Oh oh oh, you're asking your father-in-law?"

　　Snap!

　　"After eating first the medicinal bath soaked, hit the fist pile four hundred times!"

　　"Grandpa ah~ my dear grandpa!!!"

　　But who knew that the old man rose up with an open heart, causing the teenager to pounce.

　　"Hiccup~"

　　"I'm done eating."

　　Li Guanqi abruptly realized that things were not good.

　　The chopsticks clipped the basin a few times in a row, and there was only a dangling sound from the basin and the chopsticks.

　　"Your old man went to play chess with Old Lu Tou again?"

　　"Catch up on your boxing practice!"

　　The teenager's face was bitter, and he took a big bite of rice, finally eating not a single grain left.

　　After eating, the teenager went to the backyard, stripped off his clothes and sat in the bath tub.

　　The dark green medicinal water continuously stimulated the teenager's skin.

　　Within a few breaths the teenager's skin turned red, and fine beads of sweat began to seep out from his forehead.

　　Between the slight trembling of his body, his teeth were clenched.

　　It was as if he was suffering from some kind of unusual pain.

　　Through the dark green medicinal liquid, one could vaguely see that the teenager's body had dense and mysterious lines.

　　Li Guanqi had only opened his mind's eye this year to be able to see things.

　　But in his 'eyes', although there were only black and white colors, it was already a great surprise to him.

　　So every day, he would exhaust his spirit to open his mind's eye.

　　Li Guanqi sat in the middle of the bath tub silently enduring the pain caused by the medicinal bath.

　　In his mind, he was calculating what to do after the fist pile.

　　At the eastern end of Laifulong Village, there was a several hundred years old kui tree.

　　Dressed in a gray robe, Su Xuan carried a mazar in his hand and slowly came under the tree.

　　An old man with a kind face was sitting under the tree, playing chess alone.

　　Seeing Su Xuan arrive, he greeted him familiarly.

　　"Tsk tsk, did you just finish eating this?"

　　Su Xuan plucked out a minced meat from his mouth, flexed his fingers and flicked it away before saying, "Old Lu Tou, I'll play a game with you at the end today."

　　The old man with white hair slowly looked up and said softly, "Leaving?"

　　Su Xuan placed the matzah on the ground and softly said, "En, to go."

　　After saying this, he casually picked up the white chess pieces and placed them on the chessboard, looking up at the old man he softly said, "Old Meng and also the old man Zhang in the west of the village, I know who it is."

　　"But you are the only one, I haven't figured it out even after eight years of hard thinking."

　　"What is your...last name?"

　　The old man smiled faintly and took a black chess piece and placed it next to the white one.

　　"Me? I'm just an old widowed man."

　　"Name well ... Lu Tiancheng."

　　Su Xuan frowned and murmured in a low voice, "Lu Tian Cheng... haven't heard of it."

　　"Then it shouldn't be a big person."

　　"But ..."

　　Bang!

　　The black chess pieces were casually shattered by a knife sheath.

　　Su Xuan looked sharply into the old man's eyes and said softly, "I don't care who you are, or how much your name, goes against the Heavenly Dao."

　　"As long as I'm here, you can't move my grandson! You can't move either!"

　　Buzz!

　　In the next breath, the crumbling black chess pieces unexpectedly closed up in an instant and recovered as before.

　　That old man acted as if he didn't feel Su Xuan's threat as he softly said, "Whether you can move or not, you always have to try, don't you?"

　　Su Xuan smiled faintly, scratching his head with the sheath of his sword, getting up and saying, "Then let's do it now, I'm afraid that tomorrow will be too busy and I won't be able to make it."