In the mountain forest, there is a wisp of green smoke, and the aroma of barbecue has already spread for ten miles.
This move has caused dissatisfaction among many people recently.
There are actually people having a picnic in such a sacred place!
Unfortunately, the mountain is too high and the slope is too steep. It is not easy for even young people to climb up, let alone the elderly.
So much so that during this period, the news that the Qingmang Mountain Management Office was reported to have failed to act has made the news.
However, the aroma of barbecue never stops.
In this regard, Li Qizhuang, a staff member of the Qingmang Mountain Management Office, accepted an interview.
It means that the carbon on the mountain is on fire. The fire is not big but difficult to control.
As for the smell of barbecue, Li Qizhuang, a staff member in the management office, said helplessly: "Maybe the location of the carbon belongs to someone's ancestral grave. After all, the old man often said that smoke comes out of ancestral graves, and that's probably what it means!"
There are various speculations from outsiders, but no one has actually climbed up to see what's going on.
Ding Xiaoyi doesn't care, and Old Man Chen doesn't care even more.
Received the roasted beef balls specially baked for him by Old Man Chen
Although the taste is a bit weird, it doesn't have any odor at all. The taste is indeed very unique. When paired with Old Man Chen's unique sauce, your mouth will be full of oil when you eat it.
After finishing the bunch, he lay down on the haystack and recited poems to Old Man Chen.
He doesn't know how long old man Chen has left.
But one thing is for sure.
This old man is now gearing up and preparing to swing his sword at his enemies.
So much so that I have to memorize the poems I recite to him now.
For example: "The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is strong."
The old man likes such romantic poems, and he doesn't have a fierce look in his eyes, as if he is hungry for a big sword.
After listening to the poem, Old Man Chen silently recorded it on paper and carefully stored it in an iron box.
He took the opportunity to take a look and found that it was just an ordinary cookie box.
There seems to be a very old mp3 inside.
Unfortunately, before he could see clearly, the box was closed by Old Man Chen.
"The old man who defaults to chapter [113], Redding gave me a call today and asked me to have dinner at the restaurant at seven o'clock tonight!"
After hesitating for a while, Ding Xiaoyi still felt that he should tell the matter.
After hearing this, Old Man Chen looked back at the electronic watch on his wrist. The time on it was already seven o'clock in the evening.
"why are you not going?"
Old Man Chen's eyes were like two sharp knives, trying to see him through.
"The food in the restaurant is not as delicious as your cooking."
Ding Xiaoyi told the truth, which made Old Chen's eyes soften and a somewhat appreciative smile appear on his face.
"You are a sensible child. Some people live a long life but are still ignorant."
What the two said seemed normal, but it was a double entendre.
The reason why I spoke out at this time was to tell Old Man Chen that Redding still cares about you and that this guy hasn't given up on the idea of treating you yet.
But at this point, he didn't go, which means he didn't agree to the matter and didn't intend to get involved.
Anyway, I meant to tell you, and I also have an explanation for Redding.
In fact, when dealing with the elderly, don't even think about playing tricks.
Especially someone like Old Man Chen who has weathered many hardships.
By the time they reached this stage, they had already seen clearly the scheming of people's minds and the dangers of the world.
For young people, the most poisonous thing is the human heart.
But for people like Old Man Chen, they have seen a lot of people's hearts and have already tasted the most poisonous arsenic.
Not dead, but alive till now, is enough to explain everything.
Today, the only thing that bothers Old Man Chen is humaneness and sophistication.
So be honest and things will be easier to explain.
"Hey, how about you teach me another trick? In fact, I lack the means of attack now. I don't need to kill with one hit, but I need to ensure enough lethality!"
I am telling the truth, even though I have now mastered the basics of psychic energy release, and I also have the great killer weapon of Xuantong Fire.
But it still lacks some means of attack.
"You kid is very smart in your calculations."
Old Man Chen grinned and nodded. In fact, Ding Xiaoyi didn't say anything, but he also planned to pass on his unique skills to him.
After all, he still wanted to keep Ding Xiaoyi to help him complete the last thing.
He handed the roasted beef balls to Ding Xiaoyi: "Your psychic power is the highest among your peers I have ever seen, but your understanding is too poor and your qualifications are not good. It is not appropriate to teach you anything else. Why not teach you a set of simple boxing techniques?
See clearly!"
After Old Man Chen finished speaking, he rushed into the sea of flowers on the other side.
As his fists were waved, a strong wind stirred up, lifting up thousands of bright red petals, dancing with the shadow of Old Man Chen's fist.
"Bang bang bang~"
Halfway through the fist dance, bursts of muffled thunder came from the sea of flowers, as if the sky thunder was shaking and thousands of drums hammered together.
Ding Xiaoyi watched carefully. When he saw the highlight, his blood boiled all over his body, and he viciously took a bite of the roasted beef balls.
When Mr. Chen stopped his fists and the red flowers flew away, Ding Xiaoyi, who was sitting beside him, couldn't help but stepped forward: "Old man, if you don't say anything else, you still understand me. This is the boxing technique, right?"
Okay, what’s the name of this boxing technique?”
Although he performed a whole set of boxing techniques, Old Man Chen didn't blush or breath. He pinched his stubble and said with a smile: "Hey, the eighth set of radio gymnastics!"
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In the office of the Sisir family, under the unique family wolf mark, a blond man wearing a nightgown looked at the information handed to him.
The man looked to be in his sixties, but both his physical and mental appearance and his invisible aura of calmness and self-reliance seemed to have reached the peak of his powers.
Even as the third child in the Sisir family who holds information, he can only keep his fat head down at this time.
"Chen Xinghe, why is he such an old guy!"
Looking at the information in his hand, Quentin couldn't help but frown. As the patriarch of the Thistle family and one of the 24 senators in the parliament, there were not many people who could make him frown and feel troublesome.
But these three words Chen Xinghe had to make Quenting become cautious.
This name has long been forgotten by the younger generation.
But anyone over the age of forty should know how this guy used his fist to smash the door of the alliance with one punch and beat two top masters who were both senior spirit exterminators to the ground.
story.
At that time, even though the league and labor union tried their best to block the news, there was still a lot of fuss.
After that, Chen Xinghe disappeared, and some people said that the trade union protected him.
Some say the Alliance killed him.
But since then, the relationship between the union and the alliance has been like a rift, growing wider and wider. Especially in recent years, the relationship between them has become even more tense.
I heard that some time ago, we were still looking for someone who could mediate between the union and the alliance to find ways to ease the relationship between them.
Now this old man appears again, even because of his retirement.
His information is easy to check, but of course the information is shockingly simple, with only the three characters Chen Xinghe, followed by the word "retirement" in red letters.
Wind blade, butcher blade, ice blade.
Three of the Seven Blades in the name of the Thisle family disappeared inexplicably in order to get the box.
The most important thing is that Bingren hasn't gotten married yet and has children, so the loss will be huge.
In other words, in addition to losing three people, their family also lost a fourth-generation spiritual master.
With this loss, even Quentin, as the clan leader, felt his liver aching for a moment.
"Brother, we can't just let this matter go."
The third child looked at Quentin and asked in a low voice.
Quentin gently rubbed his forehead with both hands: "Inform Lao Qi that you will arrange for ten women with rich spiritual powers for him. As long as they can have children, it doesn't matter if they are older. Their family's incense cannot be cut off just like this. I will give birth to one."
Come!"
"ah??"
The third child stood aside, the corner of his mouth twitching involuntarily.
Although Lao Qi is the lowest ranked, he is similar in age to him and is almost sixty years old now.
If you ask him to have children with ten women now, wouldn't it cost his life?
"Ah, what? From today on, let's put the box matter aside for now."
Quentin had a dark face, suppressing the outburst of anger, and after speaking, he told the third child to get out of his room.
The third child didn't know what was going on, but he knew how to watch his actions. Looking at his elder brother's face, he knew what to do. He immediately ran out and started looking for a woman for the seventh brother.
After the third child left, there was a sudden silence in the room.
"Kakakaka..."
The solid wood table made a harsh cracking sound, and the sound became louder and louder. After Quentin finally let out a long sigh, the table was shattered into wood slag with a "clunk".
"I can't afford to offend Chen Xinghe, but I can afford to wait. The old and the new will change. When you old guys are all dead, then..."
When Quentin thought of this, he suddenly got stuck.
If you think about it carefully, neither Nanny Zhang nor Chen Xinghe seem to have any descendants.
What can I do after I die?
Digging up corpses and digging up graves??
There are so many eyes in the union staring at me.
He doesn't have the guts to commit suicide.
But what about other than that??
For a moment, Quentin finally understood something.
You can't afford to offend me when I'm alive, and you can't afford to offend me when I'm dead.
After holding it in for a long time, Quentin squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "If you don't die when you are old, you are a thief!!"
