Chu Huaixiang's eyes lit up. She was not afraid that the old man would talk nonsense, but she was afraid that if the old man didn't speak, he would become a big melon every minute.
Licking her sexy lips, she asked,
"Old man, what do you mean? What do you mean no one can beat you, and who has ever come to rob you?"
Jiang Chen shook his head,
"If you can't beat me, you just can't beat me. There's nothing special about it. As for who they are, I really forgot about them. They're all robbers and thieves. There's no need to worry about them at all."
Mawenshan Road,
"What the old man said makes sense. If there is a thief at home, who cares who the thief is? Just beat him to death. As long as no one is killed, it doesn't matter who he is."
Chu Huaixiang quickly faced Jiang Churan,
"Dear water friends in the live broadcast room, what Teacher Ma said is angry. Please don't imitate Teacher Ma. If there is a thief in your home, control it if you can. If you can't control it, don't fight with the thief. You must find a way to protect yourself.
Safety and property losses will be recovered by the police for us.”
Ma Wenshan blushed, touched his nose, and laughed twice awkwardly,
"Just kidding, everyone must abide by the law. Okay, okay, let's not discuss this issue anymore, let's talk about who Xiaoyan is."
"Xiaoyan is Xiaoyan, a young man I once met. Seeing that he was interesting, I chatted with him for a few words. This calligraphy was given to me by my apprentice. After my apprentice passed away, I gave this calligraphy to him.
It is preserved to commemorate the former apprentice."
Jiang Chen looked at Ma Wenshan and explained, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
Over the course of thousands of years, Jiang Chen met many geniuses. The interesting ones were able to chat for a while, while the dull ones just stood by and observed patiently.
At that time, Yan Zhenqing devoted himself to pursuing Taoism and carved steles and inscriptions for many Taoist temples. Jiang Chen found it interesting and chatted with Yan Zhenqing for a few words. However, Yan Zhenqing did not see Jiang Chen's ability and just dealt with Jiang Chen casually.
Don't pass.
Later, Yan Zhenqing happened to pass by Magu Mountain. This mountain was named because it was once the dojo of Li Qiongxian, a female disciple of Jiang Chen, and left behind various legends. Later, Li Qiongxian left the mountain to seek a breakthrough, and after traveling for a hundred years without success, he had no choice but to return to the mountain and met Yan Zhenqing by chance.
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Although Li Qiongxian is almost three hundred years old,
, but because of practicing Taoism, she looked like a twenty-year-old girl. Yan Zhenqing was instantly attracted by her, and stepped forward to ask Li Qiongxian questions.
Because Li Qiongxian was too lazy to talk to Yan Zhenqing and was depressed, he simply cast a spell in front of Yan Zhenqing to hide his figure.
Yan Zhenqing mistakenly thought that he had met the legendary Magu, so he wrote "Magu Immortal Altar" on the spot, hoping to win Magu's favor.
Li Qiongxian saw that his calligraphy was good, so he showed up and took away the calligraphy, but ignored Yan Zhenqing. Yan Zhenqing thought that he was not sincere enough, so he simply erected a monument and engraved "The Story of Magu Immortal Altar" on the monument. Unfortunately for Li Qiongxian
Not seeing this scene, after taking away the paper version of "Magu Immortal Altar", Li Qiongxian returned to Jiang Chen's side, quietly waiting for his life to come to an end.
Before his death, Li Qiongxian gave this painting "The Legend of Magu Immortal Altar" to Jiang Chen, hoping that Jiang Chen would think of him when he saw the words in this painting, so Jiang Chen retained the painting and has kept it until now.
"This... I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, for reminding you of the sad past. It's my fault."
When Chu Huaixiang heard Jiang Chen's words, her heart softened and she apologized softly.
Ma Wenshan's face turned red and he lowered his head, looking at a loss.
Jiang Chen smiled,
"My disciples have been dead for so long. I have already looked away. You don't need to be too sad. Life and death are just ordinary things."
The tranquility in the room also infected the audience in the live broadcast room.
"Mr. Jiang must be very lonely. I don't know how many relatives and friends Mr. Jiang has lost at such an old age. He must feel heartbroken every time."
"It's not like I haven't seen the scene on TV of ordinary white-haired people sending away black-haired people. The one crying was heartbreaking. Mr. Jiang has been through so much. He must have been numb for a long time, right?"
"If the old man is really numb, he won't keep this calligraphy and painting, and he won't suddenly become sad. He must still be a little touched in his heart. I don't know if this exclusive interview is a good thing for the old man. I can't tell in the future.
The cultural relics will also bring back memories of the old man."
"Hey, if it weren't for a bunch of keyboard warriors trolling me, why would the old man need to accept this kind of interview? Don't you trolls have any humanity at all?"
"Don't talk about human nature with trolls, they talk too much about you
He has become a troll, so just watch quietly."
Jiang Churan was also touched by Jiang Chen's words and demeanor at this time. Regardless of the fact that the Cultural Relics Bureau was recording an interview, he walked to Jiang Chen's side, hugged Jiang Chen and said,
"Grandpa, why don't we stop recording this? The worst we can do is find another place to live in seclusion. The world is so big, there are always places that netizens can't find. There's no need to remind you of such uncomfortable things."
Jiang Chen gently patted Jiang Churan's back and said with a smile,
"Grandpa said let it go, but you are just worrying about it. Grandpa has lived for so long, and people around him have died one after another, and he has long been relieved. As the same saying goes, life and death are nothing more than ordinary things. Everyone will die, but
It’s just the difference between dying early and dying later.”
Jiang Churan still looked sad and hugged Jiang Chen tightly.
Jiang Chen had no choice but to signal Chu Huaixiang with his eyes, asking Chu Huaixiang to think of a solution.
There is nothing Chu Huaixiang can do. All Chu Huaixiang can think about now is her grandfather. When she thinks that her grandfather will live for another ten years at most, she feels sad.
Upon seeing this, Jin Qi quietly exited the room and said to Director Wang in the living room,
"Director Wang, if it doesn't work, stop filming now. The girls in the room are so emotional now that they can't control it at all. Instead of forcing the recording, why not give them some time to relax? It's time for us to have lunch, right?"
Director Wang was worthy of being a man who had gone through many storms. His face showed no trace of emotion. He analyzed what Jin Qi said and nodded.
"You are right. Let's pause the recording first. I will take the staff to a small fishing village for dinner. Director Ma and Miss Chu will leave it to you."
Although Director Wang really wanted to stay at Jiang Chen's house and have a meal cooked by Jiang Chen, but when he thought that there was a team of nearly ten people behind him, he had to give up the idea and asked everyone to pack up quickly and it was time to take an intermission.
"Old man, it's time for us to eat, right? What's for lunch?"
Seeing that Director Wang agreed, Jin Qi adjusted his expression, ran back to Jiang Churan's bedroom with a smile on his face, and shouted loudly.
Jiang Chen hugged Jiang Churan and gave Jin Qi an approving look, patting Jiang Churan's back.
"Xiao Ran, get up. Grandpa is going to cook. What do you want to eat for lunch?"