Chapter 214 Grandpa no longer has the mood to curse
The crowing of a rooster broke the silence.
Tubei Village wakes up in the early morning light.
Mrs. Huo opened the door to the main room and was halfway through stretching when she was dazzled and almost scared to death by something sticking out from the wall.
Bird's Nest Head squatted on the wall of her house, his old face wooden and his eyes dim, like a toad guarding its nest.
"I say, you old idiot, you've been squatting on the wall of my yard for a few days now. What's wrong? Are you addicted to scaring people? Don't think that I won't beat people just because I'm a mother!" Mrs. Huo put her hands on her hips, feeling angry and helpless.
The old man just squatted, and he squatted in a mysterious way!
You never know when you’ll look up and meet a pair of ghost eyes that suddenly appear!
Du Buqun's eyes were blank and his face was lifeless, even his voice was particularly ethereal, "Huo Ziheng... come out... you evil bastard... you bastard..."
Huo's hair stood on end. "He's calling my soul! My father, come out! Send this old man away! Otherwise, I'll send you and all your books away!"
In the room, Huo Ziheng was in a state of confusion.
Ever since Tianbao and the boys left, the old man's spirit has become more and more listless.
For the boring ones.
After persuading the old man to come down from the wall, the two sat down in the main room and boiled tea on a red clay stove on a low table.
While waiting for tea, Huo Ziheng took out a handkerchief and handed it to the old man, asking him to wipe off the melted frost on his head and shoulders.
"Why wipe it? Just leave it there. Maybe mushrooms will grow on it in a few days." The old man didn't respond, his voice was faint.
Huo Ziheng was helpless and amused, "Are you so boring?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Grandpa doesn't even have the mood to curse now. I'm going to go find Tianbao! Isn't it just your hair that's in the way? Can I just shave it off?"
Looking at the listless old man, Huo Ziheng shook his head and laughed.
The old poisonous guy who used to be carefree and easy-going has finally changed. He has worries in his heart and can't be carefree.
"Never mind. If you really want to go, there's no need to shave your hair, just comb it. Before you leave, ask Bai Xiaofeng to change your appearance. You'll need money for travel, so ask Bai Kui for that. The bearded man has shipping lines all over the place, and he has a special route to Longxi Wharf. You can take his ship."
The old man's gray triangular eyes suddenly lit up, "Can you really go?!"
"The children are going on this trip to gain experience alone, and they will have grown up when they return. We shouldn't have interfered, but you look like you are. If we really let you stay here, Tianbao will be heartbroken if she knew. You can go, but don't disturb their plans." Huo Ziheng sighed. If he let the old man stay any longer, he was afraid that he would be unable to bear it first.
It is difficult to remain calm if there is a vengeful spirit lurking around you every day.
From the bedroom on the left side of the main hall, a little girl with uncombed hair rushed out, holding a package and a small wooden sword. Her big, elf-like eyes sparkled, "Grandpa Du, take me with you! I want to go find my sister, too. Little Wheat Ear misses her so much! ...Where's Grandpa Du?"
I just heard Grandpa Du talking, why is Daddy the only one left when she came out?
On the low table, tea had just begun to boil in the red clay stove. The handsome man picked up the teapot and slowly poured himself a cup of tea before raising an eyebrow and glancing outside. "Just left."
Xiaomai's eyes widened in disbelief, "Dad, can't you speak faster?"
"Even if I say I run faster, you can't catch up. You can't even run steadily, and you want to fly?"
"Woo-a ...
"Don't cry, Sister Tianbao is not yours."
The little girl was stunned for a moment, and then she cried even louder, sobbing loudly that it shook the heavens and the earth, and she was heartbroken.
When Mrs. Huo came running from the kitchen in a hurry, her precious daughter's face was already covered with tears and snot, and her father just sat there, watching, laughing and drinking tea.
Huo, "..."
This life is unbearable!
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Longxi Bund, Qingshan Martial Arts Hall.
Noon.
The annual year-end assessment has officially begun.
All the disciples of the martial arts school gathered in the training ground, divided into different levels according to the length of time they had been in the school, and sat in different levels.
In addition to the new disciples recruited in the middle of the year, the others include first-year students, second-year students, and third-year students.
Li Qiming sat on the steps outside the venue, looking out, and asked the people around him, "Has anyone seen Shi Yu and Jiu Er? The assessment is about to start, why haven't they arrived yet? If they're late and miss the assessment, they'll have to wait until next year."
Shi Yu and Jiuer are diligent in practicing martial arts. Now they are the best among their freshmen and have the greatest hope of passing the assessment.
If you miss it, you will have to wait another year, which is a pity.
At this moment, his companion suddenly exclaimed, pointing to the third graders' seats at the other end of the stairs, "Look, Shi Yu and Jiu Er are there!"
The eight freshmen all looked over there, their jaws dropping in surprise.
There were a total of sixteen third-year students, and Butler Ding was right next to them.
So when Shi Yu and Jiuer appeared there, it was definitely not because they remembered the wrong place or sat in the wrong seat, but because they were arranged there. That is to say, they had to compete with the old students who had been in the martial arts school for three years, and get the top three among these old students. Finally, they would have a second round of competition with the top three of other ages, and only if they were in the top five could they pass the assessment!
For a moment, everyone didn't know what to say. Was this the owner's appreciation or a dilemma?
Bai Yu and Tian Bao sat side by side, and behind them was Fatty Ding, who had an old grudge against them.
"You think you can compete with us seniors just by pretending to be diligent and hardworking and getting the attention of the owner and the manager. What a joke!" When Manager Ding wasn't paying attention, Fatty Ding sneered at the back of their necks and lowered his voice, "It's just right. I haven't had time to settle the score with you last time. When we go on stage, just wait for me!"
Bai Yu glanced to the side first. Steward Ding had gone to the examination desk to talk to the director. He turned back and casually brushed the invisible dust off the back of his collar with his fingers. "Jiu'er, do you hear the dog barking?"
"Listen, he's barking like crazy. I'll knock out his teeth later."
"Hiss! Such a bloody thing, brother is here."
Fatty Ding was so angry that his face was distorted. "You two ungrateful bastards, when we get on stage, I'll see if you can still be so stubborn!"
The brother and sister in front, "Tsk."
The competition started with the freshmen, and it was already the end of the afternoon when it was the third graders' turn.
Enemies often meet on a narrow road, and the person Bai Yu faced on the court happened to be Fatty Ding.
Realizing that someone was watching him from the dark, Tianbao raised his head and looked towards the center of the field, his little face showing nervousness and worry.
With the sound of a gong, the competition between the two people on the field began.
Everyone outside the arena focused their attention on the two people fighting, and whispers were heard everywhere.
"Qingshan Martial Arts School has been open for so many years, but this is the first time that a new disciple has been assigned to compete in the same group with veterans. Shi Yu and Jiu Er are indeed excellent."
"Being excellent is one thing, but being able to win against a third grader is another. Martial arts is different from other things. Talent alone isn't enough; it also requires years of accumulated practical experience."
"I also think that the museum owner and Manager Ding are praising the brother and sister too much. We'll see soon enough whether they are a mule or a horse."
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