Mr. Big came to the staircase on the second floor, and did not continue to go down, but just stood there and waited quietly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a while, I saw a pockmarked old man holding a handsome boy, stepping up the stairs with a bang, and saw the big man standing upstairs, the old man grinned at the big man, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

The little boy seemed to be frightened when he saw the big man, and stood there motionless with his big dark eyes open.

"Grandpa, let's go home. ”

The little boy suddenly took the old man's hand and said, this time, he was talking about us instead of me.

"Little boy, I'm so ignorant, didn't you see your uncle waiting for me up there?"

Mazi glanced at the little boy with a white face.

"When I go home, I must study hard and practice hard, the braised pork you like to eat, I will also beg grandma to make it for you to eat, grandma doesn't want to make it, I will learn to make it for you." ”

The little boy still grabbed the pockmarked old man's hand and said with a hint of crying.

"What's the hurry?" the pock-faced old man smiled and touched the little boy's head, and then said, "It's not too late for me to have a cup of tea with your uncle and go back." ”

So the little boy was dragged upstairs by him with a reluctant face.

"When you see an old friend, why do you keep a straight face?"

Walking to the second floor, the pock-faced old man smiled with a cynical look.

"Who is an old friend of yours?"

Mr. Big still doesn't mince words.

"I haven't seen each other for decades, and I still talk so impulsively. The pock-faced old man shook his head and walked straight past Mr. Big, looking east and west as if he was looking for something, but finally he still couldn't find it, so he touched his stomach and smiled at Mr. Big:

"Is there anything to eat, my grandson and I haven't had a full meal in days. ”

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In Mr. Big's room, an old man and a young man grabbed the snacks on the table and devoured them.

"You are a huge Kunlun Xiao family, how can you not even bring enough entanglement?"

Looking at the pock-faced old man's eating appearance, Mr. Big said puzzled.

"The Xiao family, poor, poor, where, where is it like you, like you Qiushui. ”

The pock-faced old man said as he gobbled it up.

"You're lying again!" The little boy on the side was much more reserved, and when he heard the pock-faced old man say this, he first glanced at Mr. Big vigilantly, and then retorted with a red face:

"If you hadn't lost all our entanglements along the way, how could we not even be able to afford to eat?"

"Xiao Che, you don't understand this. Swallowing the food in his mouth, the pock-faced old man said with a straight face: "What delicious food can you eat with that little bit of plate entanglement that your grandmother gave me?" Kunlun is far from Qiushui, it is better to gamble a few handfuls, in case we make money, we will be able to eat and drink spicy food!"

Seeing that the little boy's face was not convinced, he continued in a serious tone: "Xiao Che, this practice is the same, when the opportunity comes, if you give up because you are afraid of risks, how long will you practice this practice? You kid is good at everything, but you are too timid!"

The little boy pursed his lips when he heard this, but he didn't refute it, but just buried his head in eating.

"Your snacks are delicious, but they are still not as good as the half of the steamed buns at the bottom of the mountain just now. ”

The pock-faced old man patted his bulging belly as if he was full of wine and food, and said with a displeased face.

How did Mr. Big know what the half of the steamed bun he said was, but he was kind enough to give him food, not only was he not grateful, but he couldn't help but be a little angry.

"If you don't like it, you can spit it out. ”

Mr. Big said expressionlessly.

"Vomit ......"

Hearing this, the pock-faced old man was really about to vomit, so frightened that the little boy on the side quickly covered his nose.

"Lie to you. The pock-faced old man smiled evilly: "I Xiao Changge never spit out what I eat." ”

"In previous years, you came after Qingming, why did you advance this year? ”

Mr. Big diverted the topic, glanced at the little boy beside Xiao Changge and said.

"Because I'm old. ”

Throwing a piece of candy directly into his mouth, Xiao Changge said with a smile while chewing:

"I'm afraid that if I wait until Qingming, I won't even be able to pull out my sword. ”

Speaking of this, he looked at the little boy beside him, and said unusually kindly:

"The little guy is here to collect my body. ”

"I can't carry you!"

The little boy pursed his lips in disgust.

When Mr. Big heard this, he frowned deeply.

How can a cultivator be old? When Xiao Changge said he was old, he naturally meant that he had fallen into the realm.

"I didn't expect that the young man who created Qiushui with a single sword and was high-spirited back then actually became like this. ”

Looking at Xiao Changge's appearance, Mr. Big sighed and sighed in his heart.

"You're not much better, sir. ”

Xiao Changge said with a smile.

As he spoke, he picked up a cup of tea, rinsed his mouth with tea, cleaned the residue of the pastry between his teeth, and then swallowed it all in one gulp, and the little boy on the side was full of disgust.

"And, speaking of which, your big man is really inferior to me. ”

After doing this, Xiao Changge suddenly said with a smug face.

"Oh, tell me, what's wrong with you?"

Mr. Big sneered, since the battle between the two when they were young, the two of them who are extremely competitive have competed almost all their lives, and Mr. Big thinks that he has no place to lose to Xiao Changge.

"Here. Xiao Changge touched the head of the little boy next to him, and still said very proudly: "My Xiao Changge's grandson, my heir to Xiao someone's mantle." ”

"Grandpa, your sharpening sword is boring and tight, so I don't want to practice. ”

The little boy pushed the old man's hand away and said reluctantly.

Hearing this, Xiao Changge laughed loudly, but Mr. Big was stunned.

This little boy has excellent qualifications, and Mr. Big naturally saw it a long time ago, but what shocked Mr. Big was that he commented on Xiao Changge's swordsmanship, "grinding and chirping", others may not be able to hear anything, but Mr. Big has fought with Xiao Changge countless times, how can he not hear it? This grinding and chirping is the true meaning of Xiao Changge's swordsmanship.

can break the true meaning of Xiao Changge's swordsmanship in one word, and this little guy's attainments in the future and the way of the sword are limitless.

This really made Mr. Big a little envious.

If at this point of inheritance, Xiao Changge did defeat Mr. Big.

Over the years, Mr. Big has not confiscated his disciples, but he is either too dull, or he can't endure hardships, and he runs away before he officially accepts disciples.

As soon as he thought of this, Mr. Big felt lonely for a while.

"Mr. Big, I'm done. ”

At this moment, Li Yunsheng walked into the wing room with more than a dozen jade slips.

"Ah, it's you!" The little boy sitting next to Xiao Changge pointed at Li Yunsheng with a look of surprise and said, "Brother who gave me delicious steamed buns." ”

And looking at Li Yunsheng standing in front of him, Mr. Big's originally gloomy face instantly turned clear and said:

"Come, Yunsheng, sit here!"