Wu Song did not shy away and asked his attendants to tell Han Shuping exactly what happened when he met Cang Xiaotian in the grocery store.
Snapped!
After patiently listening to what the attendant said, Wu Song threw the tea bowl in his hand to the ground.
"Master Wu, calm down!"
Han Shuping didn't know what to say.
Is this guy so jealous?
"Calm down?
How do I calm down?"
Wu Song got angry and stood in the middle of the hall and roared.
"First of all, Zhuge Zifeng showed his courtesy when he had nothing to do, and when he had nothing to do, he went to Han's house to hang out.
What kind of Cang Xiaotian is here now, who is he?"
"Zhuge Zifeng, that bastard, if I hadn't been so scrupulous about not wanting to quarrel with the Zhuge family, I would have found someone to kill him several times!"
Han Shuping sat silently in his seat without saying a word.
When Wu Song spoke, he sounded arrogant and full of arrogance, but he did have the confidence and strength to be arrogant.
Who told him to have a great father?
Wu Song's father Wu Tengshan, the contemporary head of the Wu family, has reached the late stage of innate martial arts and is only one step away from the legendary realm.
In the late stage of Xiantian Martial Arts, this person is vaguely ranked first among the known masters in Guyang City.
Moreover, Wu Tengshan is only over 180 years old this year, and there is still more than a hundred years before the deadline. There is great hope that he can break through and enter the legendary realm before the deadline arrives.
Such a being had a son at the age of one hundred and seventy, and he had Wu Song, the youngest son.
One can imagine how much he dotes on Wu Song.
Han Shuping knew very well that at this moment, somewhere near the house, there was a strong martial artist paying attention to every move in the hall.
This is still within the Wu family's residence. If it is outside, it is said that Wu Tengshan specially hired a great martial artist to protect Wu Song's safety at all times.
Whether they are martial arts masters or great martial arts masters, they are all extraordinary warriors.
Wu Tengshan’s handiwork is evident.
The most important thing is that Wu Song is not a useless idiot.
At the age of thirteen, his physical training has reached the stage of skin training. He is a genuine strong warrior, almost the same as Han Shuping.
"Brother Shuping, do you know the details of Cang Xiaotian?"
Hearing Wu Song's question, Han Shuping nodded.
After all, he was many years older and was a key training target of the Han family. Han Shuping was quite familiar with the intelligence of several major families in Guyang City.
Cang Xiaotian's identity is simple, and he explained it in just a few words.
After Wu Song heard this, he smiled ferociously.
"Come here, call me that loser Qiu Hu!"
The attendant took the order and left.
Qiu Hu was the one who had a conflict with the hunting team in the Cliff Mountains before.
Han Shuxue's birthday was approaching, and Wu Song casually sent the two of them to the Cliff Mountains to find a birthday gift for him.
Unexpectedly, the gift was not found, and there was a fierce conflict with Boss Kan and others.
As a result of the conflict, the entire hunting team was wiped out, and only Qiu Hu returned from the Wu family.
"Master! Are you looking for me?"
Qiu Hu received the summons and quickly walked into the hall.
Wu Song glanced at Qiu Hu, pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and gave the order.
"Go ahead! If this thing doesn't work out again, you don't have to come back to see me."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Hu tensed up and followed the order.
Isn't it a matter of hands for a warrior to be a strong and accomplished warrior to deal with a new martial artist?
"Young Master Wu, my roommate may be playful and ignorant. Shuping will go back now so that he can give her some advice."
Han Shuping seized the opportunity and quickly left the Wu family to escape Wu Song's harassment.
Wu Song didn't care and called the attendant to serve tea again.
After dancing so much, he was really thirsty.
When he was not born, he was forced to marry by his father and mother. He had no choice but to do so.
But now that he can make his own decisions, why can't he follow his own preferences?
But having said that, I don't like it, but on the surface, she is also my fiancée! How can cats and dogs get involved at will?
What Wu Song cares about is his own face, not Han Shuxue himself.
…
But Cang Xiaotian said goodbye to the girl in pink, Han Shuxue, and finally returned home before dark.
Thirty-eight gold coins, a thousand-jin pig beast.
The life of the family of three suddenly became richer.
The most important thing is that Cangjiuhai Nalanfang and his wife are the happiest thing when they see their son come back safe and sound.
"Xiaotian, it seems that you gained a lot from this trip?"
Cang Jiuhai took the tea handed over by his son and asked with a smile.
He could see that his son Cang Xiaotian's body had become much stronger and he had even grown slightly taller.
"Well, I have achieved a breakthrough in muscle training and have reached the muscle training stage."
Cang Xiaotian didn't hide anything and said casually.
When Cang Jiuhai heard this, his eyes lit up.
Looking at his son's handsome appearance, he couldn't hide his joy: "Okay! Okay!"
Nothing makes a father more gratified than that his son has a promising future.
As if thinking over and over again, Cang Jiuhai finally said: "The rules of the clan are that if a man enters the Jinjin training stage before the age of sixteen, he will have a chance to enter the family library!"
Hearing this, Cang Xiaotian nodded slightly.
He knows this.
My father failed to break through and become a martial arts disciple before the age of sixteen, and missed the opportunity.
"Xiao Tian?"
Seeing that his son seemed indifferent, Cang Jiuhai couldn't help but frown.
"Father, just say whatever you want, I'm listening."
Cang Xiaotian grinned.
Whether it's about cultivation or family relationships, Cang Xiaotian already has his own ideas.
Seeing his son like this, Cang Jiuhai was helpless.
"Xiaotian, do you know who is the strongest person in the fifth continent?"
Cang Xiaotian was stunned when he heard this.
The strongest person in the fifth continent?
"It's the ancestor of our Cang family, the Martial God Cangyun."
"good!"
Cang Jiuhai looked far away, "Everyone in the Cang family knows that our ancestors once had a man who was astonishingly talented and the most powerful man in the continent, the Martial God Cangyun!"
After being silent for a while, Cang Jiuhai turned to look at Cang Xiaotian: "According to records, Martial God Cangyun, like other generations of powerful men, all left the Fifth Continent and ascended to the unknown world."
"Xiaotian, you also have the blood of the Martial God Cangyun flowing in your body, and you are also a member of the Cang family.
Don’t you want to stand on the top of the fifth continent and ascend to a higher level of the world?”
"Standing on the top of the fifth continent, ascending to a higher level of the world?"
Cang Xiaotian murmured to himself.
If the previous hard training was just to make myself stronger, to be able to control my own destiny, and to let my father and mother live a good life, then at this moment, my father's words seemed to open a window for Cang Xiaotian, allowing him to see
The sky is wider, and there are bigger ideas.
It snowed heavily for three days and then gradually stopped.
Guyang City is covered in silver.
Cang Xiaotian didn't go out anymore and just practiced in the small courtyard.
He has yet to find the essence of muscle training, and after a few days, he has made little progress.
From time to time, the delicate face of the girl in pink clothes always pops up in my mind.
On the sixth day, Cang Xiaotian received an invitation.
Looking at the beautiful little characters on the signature, Cang Xiaotian felt a surge of emotion.