The three children were all gathered at the door of the kitchen, waiting for the delicious food to be cooked this morning.

But the appearance of Qiao Zuwang made their little bodies freeze, and they were afraid that their chicken would fly away.

"Brother." Qiao Simei glanced at where Qiao Zu was looking from the corner of her eye and called out in a low voice.

Qian Wen, who was in the kitchen, also heard Qiao Zuwang's voice, glanced at the door, and continued to divide the chicken and make chicken noodles without caring.

The little money he had was basically spent on this chicken.

There was no way, time was really tight this morning and there was no time for him to hunt some free game.

You must know that Jinling is a riverside city. The river runs through the city. Jinling has a developed water system and rich wetland resources, including lakes, rivers and other natural wetlands.

There shouldn’t be too much game here. With his ‘Animal Affinity’ ability, it’s easy to catch some game to replenish Sanxiao’s body.

I have to go to school today, so that’s it for now.

Qiao Zuwang came over after smelling the smell, "Why are you lying by the kitchen door if you're not sleeping?"

No, why is the aroma of stewed chicken coming from our kitchen?"

Qiao Zuwang strangely pushed aside the three children who were blocking the way in front of the kitchen, took a look, and was overjoyed, "Ah, it's really our chicken stew."

Why, are you finally willing to stew that big hen?

I told you to stew it a long time ago. It would be troublesome for the street office to find out that we raise chickens at home.

Put on the chicken legs and gizzards for me, and here's a piece of meat for me to carry to the main room."

Upon hearing this, San Xiao's big bright eyes dimmed.

Qian Wen glanced at him. The pot was open and it was time to add noodles. "Er Qiang, come and add noodles. There are four bowls in total."

As he spoke, he wiped the oily smell that had just stuck on his hands, walked into the small courtyard, and said to Qiao Zuwang, "I have something I want you to take a look at."

Under Qiao Zu's confused gaze, he picked up a long stick standing at the base of the wall, about seven meters long.

This is a special program he prepared for Qiao Zuwang.

"What are you doing? Who are you trying to scare with a stick?

Hurry up and bring me some chicken soup, or else I'll have to shoehorn you in."

Seeing Qian Wen's movements, Qiao Zuwang beat his shoulders like a master and said in an old-fashioned manner.

Qian Wen ignored Qiao Zuwang's words. The moment he grasped the long stick, his eyes became sharp.

After a few breaths, he suddenly moved from silence to movement, swaying his left hand and holding the center of the long pole.

He lifted his hand, and in an instant, the wind roared, and the long stick was like a long snake, dancing around Qian Wen, accompanied by a fierce stick wind.

From time to time there is a low sound breaking through the air.

‘Eighteen Styles of the Wandering Dragon’

The Meng family of the great Qin Dynasty in the mythical world, the Meng family's marksmanship is passed down from generation to generation.

"Brother is so awesome." Qiao Simei looked happy and clapped her hands to cheer him.

"Brother, when did you know this?" Qiao Sanli looked at the whistling force of the stick, and it was obvious that one blow could make a person's skin and flesh go to pieces.

Qiao Erqiang, who was directly below, also stared in shock.

This morning, the eldest brother said that he would teach them martial arts. No one in the third grade believed it. But now, they all believe it.

The feeling is no worse than that in martial arts novels. Anyway, when they look at the whirring wind of the stick, they feel so powerful.

Qiao Zuwang's scalp was numb. Since yesterday, he had noticed that his eldest son's attitude towards him had changed, and he was obviously dissatisfied with him.

But he doesn't care, he can still make a big difference at a young age, he's not old yet, he should wait a few years.

But looking at the long stick pointed at him intentionally or unintentionally, the fierce wind of the stick, and the sharp, murderous look in the eldest son's eyes, his legs began to weaken.

Qian Wen deliberately used part of his strength when dancing with the stick, making this spear dance very powerful and powerful.

After a set of marksmanship, Qiao Zuwang's Adam's apple kept moving, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans were hanging on his forehead early in the morning.

The long stick was instantly released and flew out towards Qiao Zuwang with strong wind.

In Qiao Zuwang's horrified eyes, the long stick stood firmly between his legs. One end of the stick was already partially embedded in the bricks, and the stick trembled slightly.

Chills stood on end, and Qiao Zuwang couldn't stand any longer.

"You...what are you going to do..." Qiao Zuwang stuttered.

Qian Wen slowly exhaled, looked at him, and smiled at him, "From today on, I will teach the second strong ones how to practice martial arts to avoid being bullied.

But practicing martial arts requires supplements, but I don’t have enough living expenses.

Maybe you should pay more for living expenses every week."

He is still too young. He can occasionally hunt game for meat, but he cannot steal grains. Besides, he also has studies, so Qiao Zuwang is still indispensable.

In order for everyone to live in harmony in the future and to prevent Qiao Zuwang from being a monster, he first showed off some of his outstanding qualities.

"For living expenses, you have to beat your father." Qiao Zuwang moved little by little, holding the long stick away from him.

"How is that possible?" Qian Wen spread his hands and smiled, looking innocent.

"You..." Qiao Zuwang pointed to the long stick that was still standing there and asked in a trembling voice, "When did you learn this?"

The third child also looked at him curiously.

"I had a dream last night. An old god said that my bones were amazing, so he told me this in my dream, telling me to defend myself."

Qian Wen said seriously, "Do you believe it or not?"

"You let it go..." Thinking of the fierce blow just now, Qiao Zuwang forced his fart back.

Obviously no one believes this nonsense.

"I didn't know that bastard secretly taught you this and let me know it. I...I...I will definitely thank him properly." Qiao Zuwang gritted his teeth and wanted to say harsh words, but in the end he looked at Qian Wen's eyes that were half-smiling but not smiling.

I'm not pretending to be this cool.

"What about living expenses?" Qian Wen stepped forward and took out the wooden stick, looking at Qiao Zuwang with a smile and asked.

"I can't afford to feed you if you eat meat every day." Qiao Zuwang said stiffly.

"No, just rice and noodles." Qian Wen didn't expect Qiao Zuwang to turn around after seeing his set of marksmanship.

When he heard it was just rice noodles, Qiao Zuwang breathed a sigh of relief. It wouldn't cost much more, "Okay, plus living expenses."

As he said this, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked towards the main room. While avoiding them, he quietly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and muttered, "It's simply impossible to live this day. The wolf cub is going to be in trouble even before he reaches adulthood."

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"Qiao Erqiang, get me a bowl of chicken noodle soup too, I have to go to work in a while.

I'm starving, and you don't even have any living expenses." After returning to the house and away from Qian Wen, Qiao Zu couldn't let go of his face and shouted at the door.

After hearing this, Qiao Erqiang looked at Qian Wen, "Brother?"

"Come on, don't go hungry." Qian Wen looked at the furious Qiao Zuwang in the main room and said with a funny smile.

"Brother, your hand seems to be bleeding." The attentive Qiao Sanli hurriedly held his hand.

"Brother, this wooden stick is cracked and has burrs." Qiao Simei looked at the wooden stick that Qian Wen casually threw on the ground and shouted childishly.

The wooden stick is just an ordinary wooden stick. How could it withstand such a violent move? It is still strong without breaking.

It's just a crack. The wound on the hand was made by the newly broken wooden stick.

The wound on the palm of his hand was not big, but there were two burrs stuck in it. Qiao Sanli pulled it out with great distress.

They had to bandage him with cloth. Qian Wen waved his hand. It was too troublesome. The blood would clot in a while.

The morning passed by in such a noisy and unique way.

Chicken noodle soup with chicken meat, Qiao Erqiang, Qiao Sanli, and Qiao Simei were very happy to eat it.

When Qiao Zuwang ate the chicken gizzards, he felt indignantly, as if he was biting him.

Apparently he still held grudges for his disobedient behavior just now.

Sanli and Simei are still young and haven't gone to school yet. Please close the door and don't open it unless they come back.

Qian Wen and Qiao Erqiang took their schoolbags and went to school.

On the way, Qiao Erqiang was chattering and asked him where he learned such powerful martial arts and whether he could be as powerful as him.

Obviously every boy has a martial arts dream.

The two of them were walking and talking when suddenly a voice called him from behind.

"Qiao Yicheng~"

The two looked back

"Qi Weimin?"

Running towards them was Qi Weimin, the child of the second aunt's family.

She is about the same height as him, but fatter than him.
To be continued...