In an old street in Minzhou City, a teahouse called "Hexutong" has just opened. The owner, Mr. Lu Ande, is sitting at the front desk, listening to Chu Tianjiao talk about what happened some time ago.
"Hahaha... hiccup! Fortunately they can think of eating noodles as mass."
Ender laughed without any scruples and made a pig noise, slapping the table and leaning back and forth.
After what happened that year, Ander has ignored the development of this sect and allowed it to grow wildly. Now listening to Chu Tianjiao's description, the Dragon Worship Cult that worshiped him back then has evolved into a combination of Chinese and Western, integrating the Feitian Spaghetti Cult.
The essence of a new sect.
"Mr. Lu, wouldn't this offend that god?"
Chu Tianjiao looked worried. After all, this related to whether he could return to the front line and continue to monitor Odin's movements.
"God asks for incense, not to mention you have carried out his oracle very well, haven't you?"
Ender didn't believe in Bahamut before, but now he doesn't shy away from saying it. What Bahamut loves to do every day is to uphold justice in various worlds and fight against evil creatures.
To put it simply, the boss is a good old man like a world policeman. In addition, the metal dragon itself doesn't care much about rituals. As I said, just come to your mind.
"Believe me, the world is such a big place, and there are many mass ceremonies that are more ridiculous than eating noodles."
After hearing Ander's explanation, Chu Tianjiao finally felt relieved and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you want to solve the bloodline issue, why don't you just come to me?"
Ander asked, but Chu Tianjiao shook his head. He had not thought about finding the ancestor of the Dragonborn directly, but directly increasing the strength of the true dragon's bloodline was not without cost.
"Mr. Lu, Xiaoyan is an ordinary person, and I don't want to scare her."
After the true dragon bloodline increases, the body will transform into a dragon uncontrollably. Some of the commissioners from the relevant departments have to wear long sleeves and gloves because of the severe dragon transformation.
After all, not everyone can learn the art of transformation.
Therefore, Chu Tianjiao chose to use Bahamut's divine power to protect himself instead of increasing the blood strength in his body.
"Okay, you can figure it out yourself. Come and see how my teahouse is like."
Ander took Chu Tianjiao around the teahouse. This teahouse was not like some of the old teahouses nearby. The decoration was quite modern, similar to the sofa booths in a tea restaurant. There were wood carvings and tea sets in large glass cabinets, and several
The big pot is placed behind the bar.
The emphasis on drinking tea in Minzhou is Kung Fu tea, which is small and exquisite, and every move is exquisite. There is even a tradition of tea fighting.
But Chu Tianjiao could see that this teahouse was more similar to the new teahouses in the Southwest, integrating a chess and card room, a screening room, an Internet cafe, and even two arcade machines.
Ander took out a glass beer cup and made a cup of tartary buckwheat tea for Chu Tianjiao. Chu Tianjiao took the cup, took a sip and said:
"Mr. Lu, I'm afraid it's not going to be easy for you to run this teahouse."
"How to say?"
"You have moved the mahjong parlor from the southwest here."
Ander nodded. A few years ago, Chu Jie took his two children back to China to visit relatives, and they killed each other in a local mahjong parlor.
Knowing that Ander wanted to open a teahouse, he took the initiative to ask Ying to give him advice, which was based on the mahjong parlor in the southwest.
"This is your mother-in-law Chu's idea. She gave me the contract sign outside."
Hexutong was a teahouse on Chunxi Road at that time. It belonged to Peng Huanzhang, a general of the Sichuan Army at that time, and was also one of the public officials of Pao Gehui.
At that time, the situation was uncertain, and the contract business was gradually declining, so the shopkeeper at that time handed over the signboard. After many twists and turns, it ended up in the hands of Tiandihui.
Later, Hexutong never opened again. Chu Jie simply gave the sign to Ander, allowing Hexutong to be reborn in Minzhou.
After hearing Ander's story, Chu Tianjiao touched his nose awkwardly. Chu Jie was his ancestor, so it was hard to say anything, so he could only change the subject calmly.
"Why do you want to go to Minzhou?"
Ender rolled his eyes and took out a bottle of Pepsi from the freezer in the back.
"It's not because of that child Lu Mingfei."
What happened to Luli back then was ultimately due to Ander's dragon breath. Without that breath, Giovanni wouldn't have been pregnant for ten months, so Ander always felt that he owed Giovanni a favor.
In addition, there has been trouble in Odin in Minzhou recently, so I simply spend some time in China every year to guide the future protagonist and get rid of the guy hiding on the highway.
The Dragon Clan in his previous life was unfinished. He didn't even see the finale when he traveled through time. There are different opinions on what Odin's identity is. If you want to understand this world more deeply, Odin may be a better breakthrough.
In these years, Lu Lincheng had been devoted to the doomsday sect, and had rarely had contact with Chinese hybrids. Chu Tianjiao only knew that there was such a person in Minzhou, but had never had a close relationship with him.
"Lao Lu, where does that child go to school?"
"Same as your son, Shilan Middle School, just entering the first year of junior high school."
At this time, Chu Zihang had just entered the second grade of junior high school and was a popular figure on campus. Even though he did not have the rich second-generation status in the original work, his mixed-race temperament could not be concealed.
"Then I'll ask Zihang to go see him. Zihang is very popular in Shilan."
"That's okay, but that child is quite shy. Don't scare him."
A few days later, after receiving instructions from his father, Chu Zihang walked towards Class 1, Class 3 of Shilan Middle School, intending to visit the son of an old friend whom his father had spoken of.
In a nearby classroom, Chu Zihang heard noisy shouts in the classroom, and something seemed to fall on the ground.
"My parents just went on a business trip."
"It's just that you have trouble getting along with our Lu family's twin evil spirits. Are you looking for a fight?"
Chu Zihang stood by the window and looked in, looking at a circle of people, including several boys.
A little fat black man held his hands and loudly scolded a boy lying on the ground.
A thin, dark boy next to him grabbed a person's arm, twisted him around, and pinned him down on the table.
"Lu Mingfei! Let go, otherwise..."
Lu Mingze turned around and looked at the man who was pressed on the table.
"Otherwise, what if you still want to fight with us?"
Lu Mingze stretched out his chubby hand and pinched the man's face, which was not very lethal but extremely insulting.
"Otherwise, otherwise...I will sue the teacher."
Lu Mingze patted the man's cheek and said in a provocative tone:
"Come on, do you have the strength to compete with me, Mr. Lu? Just apologize."
Lu Mingfei had just come out of that crazy military training summer camp, and happened to encounter a few unsighted people who came to provoke him, so he teamed up with his cousin to teach these two guys a lesson.
Chu Zihang looked at the scene in the classroom and walked away silently. Is this the shy boy his father called him?