Country streets, dusty.

The pothole-ridden roads are uneven, and dusty buses kick up puffs of sand every time they pass by.

The grass on the side of the road was gray, but at this time a man was walking along the ditch by the side of the road.

In his left hand, he carried a woven bag, and in his right hand, he searched through the grass for discarded bottles of mineral water.

This kind of ditch is used to drain the flood, and in the ravine full of garbage, the old man walks very seriously.

Every time he bent down, he would pick up a bottle and withdraw it into his woven bag, and his wrinkled face would burst into laughter.

In front of him, it was the North Leg King who had fought with Ye Chen in the Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts Hall that day, who would have thought that the master of the inner family would actually pick up garbage in such a place.

Dressed in tatters, he didn't care about all this, and every time he picked up a bottle, he would carefully pack it so that he could get a dime when he went to the acquisition station.

I said a few words to my grandson this morning, which made him feel beautiful all day, but from time to time he would frown deeply, because he also knew that 200,000 yuan was absolutely astronomical for him.

But he doesn't know anything else except for the kung fu of the family, and lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests all the year round, living a life of isolation.

Now in the city, he really can't think of anything else he can do other than be able to pick up some garbage.

And he promised the master that he would not pass on his family skills privately, let alone kill people and sell goods, and he had no way to do it when he was older.

The last time 200,000 yuan was sent to the door, he made a few moves and finally returned the money, and he was so arrogant that he couldn't use the deceived money to renew his grandson's life.

"Old man Sun Moran, I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Just as the Northleg King was still walking along the ditch step by step, a voice came from behind him.

Especially this name, which was a little unfamiliar to him, made the old man stop and turn around in surprise.

No one had called him by this name in thirty years, and even he himself was about to forget that he still had this name.

And when he saw the person calling his name, this was Ye Chen, the North Leg King didn't know what to say.

"How do you know my name!"

After a long pause, Sun Mo Rancai asked, and at this time, Ye Chen had already walked to the old man's side.

"It's just a coincidence, and I know that you can't save your grandson's life just by picking up the bottle!"

Ye Chen smiled and bent down to pick up a bottle, there was still half a bottle of drink in it that he hadn't finished drinking.

"That's my business, it has nothing to do with you!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, snatched the bottle from Ye Chen's hand, opened the cap, and poured the drink on the ground, Sun Moran immediately put it away.

"I don't understand, if you want to pick up bottles, you should go to the garbage dump or the park, how did you come to this kind of place, although there are bottles here, but I'm afraid it's not as good as there!"

Seeing that Sun Mo Ran turned around and left, this old man was really a stubborn temper, Ye Chen smiled and followed.

Picking up bottles in this kind of place, if you don't know, you still think that Sun Moran is an encircled appealer.

"If you haven't picked it up, how would you know that picking up garbage actually has a powerful territory, and every garbage can is marked."

Sun Moran sighed, if he didn't pick up the garbage, he wouldn't have thought that things like garbage cans were occupied by people.

"No, you're a master of the inner family, and anyone else dares to talk about power in front of you?"

Ye Chen asked with a wry smile, he used Yuan Ling to protect himself by beating him, and there were still people who dared to get along with him.

I'm afraid that as soon as he moves his fingers, those guys will be.

"It's all reduced to picking up garbage, what else is there to grab, it's not the same to pick it up here, but you sent someone to follow me, what do you want to do? If you want revenge, come to me. ”

Picking up another bottle, Sun indifferently looked at Ye Chen who was following him.

He probably guessed that he probably knew about the fact that he had seen his grandson in the morning, otherwise how could he know his name.

"Is that what I think of in your mind?"

Ye Chen asked helplessly, although he used Yuan Ling that day, no matter what, he had already won, if he wanted to retaliate, he didn't have to wait until now.

"Who knows what you want to do, although I was wrong last time, but I warn you, don't touch my family, otherwise even if you fight for my life, you will not be finished with you!"

When Sun Moran spoke, there was a gleam in his eyes, and he was indeed a master of the inner family, and his control of his breath had reached the point of doing whatever he wanted.

"Don't worry, old man, we don't know each other, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have forgotten the teachings of my third grandfather, and I really want to thank you."

Of course, Ye Chen was not angry, he could see that Sun Moran was definitely iron-clad, and it was precisely because of this that Ye Chen wanted to help him.

"Your third grandfather? Also a master of the house? ”

Last time, he broke his internal strength with his fingers, and Sun Moran finally understood how pertinent his master's evaluation of himself was.

Mediocre talent may be able to make up for the defects with acquired efforts, but at most, it is only a third-level top of the foreign family.

But if he enters the inner family gong, not to mention that he is now old with his ability, even if he has another hundred years, he will not be able to enter the house.

"I guess so, but I haven't seen him do it."

The identity of the third grandfather is definitely a mystery, and Ye Chen doesn't know what the third grandfather's ability was during his lifetime.

But just because everyone in the Immortal Pit is not his opponent together, I'm afraid he can't just be covered by the word master.

"Where is he?"

There are very few kung fu in this world, and if there are people of the same clan, Sun Moran certainly wants to see them.

"I really don't know where the third grandfather is, but look at who is behind you!"

Ye Chen gave Sun Moran a look, he hurriedly turned around, and at this moment, an off-road vehicle stopped on the side of the road, followed by Sun Wu had already pushed the door and stepped out of the car.

"Dad...... I ......"

A thousand words, the moment he saw his father, he could no longer speak.

Tears gushed out instantly, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, and the man in his thirties cried like a tearful man.

"Call Grandpa!"

In the car door, Sun Wu's wife had already taken Sun Hao's hand and walked down, with tears in her eyes, she pointed to Sun Moran, who was stunned there, and said to Sun Hao.

"Grandpa......"

Although he was a little nervous, when he saw Sun Moran several times, Sun Hao still shouted in a childish voice.

And a dad and a grandfather, even the iron-beaten Sun Moran burst into tears.

"I don't deserve it!"

The grief made Sun Mo tremble, and he didn't know until now that he had missed the best time in his life.

"Dad, my mother never hated you, you will always be my father!"

Sun Wu crawled over on his knees and hugged Sun Moran's heart tightly, this time he couldn't be indifferent, because it was a family affection that blood was thicker than water.

(End of chapter)