Chen Fang blinked instinctively and shook her head.
Xuanwu is so majestic and majestic, just like a big tiger. Who would be able to meet this and not be impressed?
Chen Yang laughed dumbly and said, "It was right at the entrance of the alley. Didn't I almost bump into someone?"
Chen Fang nodded subconsciously, then opened her mouth wide and couldn't close it for a while.
She understood what Chen Yang meant as soon as she heard it.
Is that person Xuanwu?
impossible?
Has it changed so much?
What has he experienced?
After being reminded by Chen Yang, Chen Fang finally remembered that when her car entered an alleyway with mango trees on both sides, she almost hit a stooped man who staggered out.
Chen Fang was affected by the sudden braking in the back seat and almost hit the backrest in front of her. She only had time to look up.
At that glance, she saw the drunkard-like guy being quickly helped away by several people.
At that time, Chen Fang was in a hurry to see Chen Yang and didn't pay much attention. She just thought it was a drunken man who accidentally broke away from the support of the person who was sending him back and was almost hit by a car.
Since nothing happened, Chen Fang didn't care.
Now that I think about it, even if that drunk man was hunched over and staggering, he still looked much bigger than an ordinary person. If he stood up straight, he would look like a basketball player.
Isn’t it Xuanwu?
Chen Fang blinked her curious eyes and asked, "My lord, what happened to Xuanwu?"
Chen Yang laughed: "It's nothing, just because he has been protecting Tang Wan and the child, I gave him a small gift."
small gift?
Chen Fang's eyes flickered, not quite believing it.
A small gift indeed.
Just over half an hour ago, Chen Yang sat down and drank his first cup of such down-to-earth tea. At the same time, he contacted Xuanwu through Feng Wu to come here to see him.
Xuanwu had been staying at Chen's Building, just thinking about whether he could get acquainted with each other, get some guidance, and break through the dilemma ahead.
These days, just like in the world of American comics, the poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology, and only people like Xuanwu who learn martial arts are struggling in all kinds of hardships.
Even after many years of training and with the support of China's huge resources, dangers and various problems are still encountered when performing tasks.
One day he was just an ordinary otaku, and the next day he might have awakened some kind of aura power and caused big things to happen.
What kind of bewitched cult leader in a dream;
What kind of invisible, wretched man;
What kind of crazy spider power...
...
Xuanwu personally arrested many people, and helplessly watched the culprits escape countless times, not to mention his instinct of seeking a breakthrough as a martial arts fanatic.
What he didn't expect was that instead of waiting for Chen Yang to come back, he got a call from Chen Yang summoning him to meet.
What are you waiting for?
Then Chen Fang and Tang Wan were surprised by Xuanwu's sudden farewell.
"Mr. Chen."
Xuanwu quickly found Chen Yang, strode forward, and held the disciple ceremony in his hand.
"Xuanwu, I've been fond of martial arts all my life, but I can't see the way forward. Please take the time to give me some advice."
Xuanwu made a sullen voice and went straight to the meeting. After seeing the gift, he made an urgent request.
If anyone else acted the way he did, it would only make people feel that they were repaying a favor, but facing Xuanwu's direct gaze and seeing only the most essential enthusiasm in it, Chen Yang was really touched.
"I originally just wanted to describe to you the martial arts in another world, as well as some common training methods, and point you to the way forward."
Chen Yang said leisurely.
The more he talked, the brighter Xuanwu's eyes became, until they were as bright as stars.
"Now, I have a different idea."
Chen Yang looked at Xuanwu and said, "I just don't know if you have this opportunity.
Come, tell me, what kind of martial arts are you practicing now?"
During the cultural period of Chen Yang, his eyes wandered and fell on Xuanwu's khaki skin.