The old man Wang, the God of Bacchus, drank a glass of wine. Although Zhang Dazhuang's revelation just made him feel a lot more relaxed, the pressure returned as soon as Zhang Dazhuang left.
Not long after, Old Man Wang took his grandfather's tablet again and placed it on the stone table in the yard.
Instead of shouting like before, Old Man Wang muttered to the memorial tablet: "Grandpa, what do you think we should do about this matter? He is a senior trainer. He can be the mayor of Kunshan Town if he is sent to it.
I insist on becoming my grandson’s disciple, but how can I teach him anything?”
"I am a pretty good elf like Little Bee. Although it is at full level, it seems to have been spoiled by me recently. All the patterns on its body are crooked. It has been spoiled by me. You said you want me as your disciple. This is not misleading.
Disciple?"
"You said that when I gave the little bee to Wang Qing, he didn't want it. Now I guess he can't take it anymore... You're a bit biased. The main reason is Wang Hu."
"You said I told him I was a parallel importer. Why didn't he listen? He kowtowed whenever he disagreed with me. He was more of a grandson than a grandson. Didn't you think he was mentally ill?"
"It's nothing now, but if his brain disease is cured in the future, our old Wang family can't let others kill him?"
"Even if it doesn't lead to the destruction of our family and the death of everyone, just one word and the ancestral land of our old Wang family will be lost."
"At that time, it will not only be me, but also Wang Qing and Xiaobing. I will also become a sinner of the old Wang family."
"Wang Qing has been admitted to the Elf Academy. After graduation, he will be supported by Lao Xia. He has a bright future. This kid said that he can build a bee farm in the village in the future, but why did this happen suddenly?"
Old man Wang rubbed his head with a sad look on his face.
The little old man quickly returned to the room, took out the envelope and letter paper, and planned to write a letter to Lao Xia and ask Lao Xia what he could do.
After writing a few words, Old Man Wang sighed and tore up the letter paper.
Lao Xia was his best friend when he was young. With his thick skin, he was extremely grateful to be able to help his grandson. He didn't want to cause any more trouble to Lao Xia.
The old man Wang, the god of wine, continued to drink a glass of white wine, and then with the help of his little wrist, he used a flashlight and came to his own field one kilometer away.
At this time, the promising young man was still working in the fields late into the night.
The young man's name is Wang Hu. He is twenty-five years old. He is Wang Zhi's cousin and a descendant of Uncle Wang Zhongtian.
When Wang Hu came to Baishi Village, he decided to become a disciple of the reclusive master Wang Yaozu.
This is the opportunity that Grandpa Wang Hu has fought for for Wang Hu, and has already received Wang Zhongtian's permission.
The King of Heaven also met with Wang Hu in person, told him the whole story, and told him not to publicize the affairs of the hidden master.
The great merchants were weak and surrounded by great powers. The Wang family was a loyal family and they had no desire to serve the country, but they still had no solution and spent most of their time in a hurry.
Wang Hu's mission is to find ways to become a disciple of the reclusive master Wang Yaozu and become his disciple.
This is Wang Hu's opportunity and his mission.
In the words of the old king, a single move can affect the whole body. As long as Wang Hu can become a disciple of Wang Yaozu and have a good relationship with Wang Yaozu, when Wang Hu falls into a crisis, Wang Yaozu will not ignore it.
Wang Zhongtian believed that as long as Wang Yaozu's blood was not cold, he would definitely come out of the mountain.
And if Wang Yaozu's blood is cold, then even stimulating it will be of no use, and he will be considered blind...
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In short, Wang Hu, who was given a special mission, knew that it would not be easy to become a disciple.
Three days ago, he knelt for a whole day, and the other party didn't say anything. They just kept saying that he was just an ordinary farmer with only two elves in total, and asked him not to become a disciple. Moreover, he was a senior trainer, and it was really inappropriate to become a disciple.
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Wang Hu had already expected this, and Wang Hu also thought of something when he looked at Wang Yaozu.
He wore the badge of a senior trainer to show his strength to Wang Yaozu, but Wang Yaozu might be a little disgusted with the status of a senior trainer.
Wang Hu speculated that perhaps something had happened in the alliance between the hidden Wang family and the Great Shang elves.
So in the afternoon three days ago, in front of the reclusive master Wang Yaozu, Wang Hu picked up the big bluestone on the roadside and smashed it against his golden badge.
While smashing it, he announced to Wang Yaozu that he had given up his status as a senior trainer.
As a result, after just two hits, Wang Yaozu asked him to stop and took away his golden badge.
In Wang Hu's opinion, the hidden master Wang Yaozu should have some special feelings for the Dashang Elf Alliance, otherwise he would not be stopped from destroying the badge.
In this way, Wang Hu continued to kneel outside the Wang family's residence.
In Wang Hu's heart, he had planned to kneel here for more than ten days, or even a month or two. If Wang Yaozu was still not moved, he would think of other ways.
Wang Hu didn't expect that he just knelt for a day and a night, and the next afternoon, the drunken hidden master gave him a test - farming.
Wang Hu felt that there must be some deep meaning in going to the fields to farm, which he needed to understand.
Then Wang Hu saw the rumored hero.
The movements of hoeing and shoveling are smooth and smooth. The simple movements have a unique rhythm, giving him a feeling of spiritual purification.
Wang Hu knew that his first lesson had already begun.
Wang Hu is stupid and cannot understand some things clearly, but he has strong perseverance, so even after nightfall, he is still working hard in the fields.
A little light appeared in the distant fields.
Wang Hu's body trembled slightly. With the light of the flashlight, he saw the powerful beast and his future master Wang Yaozu.
God will not let you down if you work hard.
As expected, Wang Yaozu found out about his hard work, and Wang Yaozu's appearance undoubtedly gave Wang Hu a huge encouragement.
The earth was a little cold at night, but the soil brought out by swinging and hoeing carried a unique fragrance. At this moment, Wang Hu seemed to feel some kind of pulse of the earth.
Wang Hu found himself enlightened.
He seemed to feel something special between heaven and earth. He seemed to have touched it, but not touched it.
When Wang Hu came to his senses in a daze, the hidden master Wang Yaozu had already left.
Wang Hu clenched his fist. The night was still very long. He would work in the fields until he was exhausted, trying to get Wang Yaozu to accept him as his disciple as soon as possible.
Even if he is not accepted as a disciple, as long as he works on this land, he will gain a lot.
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A shattering sound appeared.
In the Wang family residence, Old Man Wang smashed his wine glass on the ground.
"He's just mentally ill!"
Old man Wang complained vigorously to the memorial tablet of his grandfather Wang Guangzong. He just worked in the fields during the day and cultivated in the fields at night. It is simply beyond words.
Wang Hu, as his name suggests, he is really a tiger.
But when he thought of Wang Hu's elves, Old Man Wang shrunk his neck unconsciously, including the ferocious Gyarados, Charizard, Sonic Dragon, and a Thorny Dragon King.
What's wrong with these flashy dragon elves? Why should they be apprenticed to him?
The eight generations of their old Wang family have all been farmers in Baishi Village, and the most promising one is his grandfather Wang Guangzong. This Wang Hu couldn't find anyone, so why did he choose their family?
Gudu Gudu...
A large bottle of wine was poured into his stomach continuously, and the old man, the Dionysus King, became drunk again...