Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

Four days later, around noon, the village chief, unusually as usual, ended his work in the brewery early and returned to his hut.

This physically disabled old man could actually hand over the tasks to others. Nowadays, the brewing technology in Nanshan Village has become relatively mature. However, he still chooses to work hard on himself, never fall behind in anything, and contribute his last to the residents of the village. A little residual fire.

It is rare to leave the brewery early like today.

As for Yang Jian, as usual, after practicing martial arts in the mountains and fields all morning, he returned home with a little stronger internal strength.

But as soon as he opened the door, he was slightly startled.

Because, the ordinary dining table placed in the room is already filled with sumptuous dishes, including meat, vegetables, fruits, etc., and they are basically all Yang Jian likes to eat.

The aroma of food hits my face.

The village chief was sitting next to him. When he saw Yang Jian coming back, his eyes lit up and he said, "Come on, I haven't cooked for a long time. I don't know if my skills are rusty."

"Sit down and taste it quickly, otherwise it will get cold."

Because the village chief has limited mobility, he rarely cooks. When Yang Jian was young, other villagers would enthusiastically bring meals to him at every meal time. But after Yang Jian grew up, he no longer wanted to cook. Not bothering the villagers, they started cooking for themselves and the village chief.

"it is good."

After a moment of silence, Yang Jian smiled and sat opposite the village chief and began to taste the village chief's craftsmanship.

What surprised Yang Jian was that although the village chief had not cooked for many years, his cooking still tasted quite good.

On the opposite side, the village chief also moved his chopsticks, but he didn't eat much. He stopped before eating much. Now only Yang Jian was left feasting, and his small belly seemed to never be full.

There is no way, as practicing the three horizontal martial arts, Yang Jian's appetite is far more than that of ordinary adults.

Cough......There is also a lot of excrement formed after digesting food.

Farting is like thunder on a sunny day, shitting is like bending a bow and shooting an arrow.

Ten minutes later, Yang Jian swept away all the food on the table like a whirlwind, and then he touched his belly and let out a satisfied burp.

At the same time, a smile appeared on the village chief's face and he said: "It seems that my craftsmanship has not deteriorated much."

Yang Jian nodded and agreed: "They are all delicious." After a pause, he asked doubtfully: "Is today a special day? Cook so many delicious dishes."

After hearing Yin Jian's words, the village chief showed reluctance in his eyes and said with emotion: "It's not a special day, but I feel a little melancholy when I think of you leaving Nanshan Village soon."

The village chief said this because Yang Jian will need to go to the Soul Master Academy to practice in the near future.

There is no soul master academy in a small place like Nanshan Village, so he can only go to a big city. As for the details of going to the soul master academy to practice, the village chief contacted him.

In fact, Yang Jian himself is not very interested in the soul master academy, especially the junior soul master academy, but he needs to add a layer of disguised qualifications to his power so that he can do other things.

In addition, school is back to school, but Yang Jian estimates that he will be a bad boy who skips classes every day, and his mind will not be consumed in the academy.

Although the village chief wanted me to go out to study, he was reluctant to let me go... Looking at the village chief's expression, Yang Jian thought to himself.

However, before Yang Jian could express his condolences, the village chief suddenly changed the subject and said, "However, I believe that for you, leaving this small place and entering a wider world is like a whale leaping across the ocean or a dragon soaring across the wild. , we will definitely achieve great achievements.”

"Nanshan Village is not a place where you should stay. The outside world is your real stage."

.......Is this encouraging me?

Yang Jian waved his short arm, tilted the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Village Chief, aren't you afraid that I will be proud when you say this?"

The village chief shook his head and said: "I know your character well, so naturally I have no worries in this regard."

Then, with a slight worry in his tone, he said: "The only thing I'm afraid of is that you are too good and get targeted by people who are interested. The outside world is no better than Nanshan Village, and many people cannot see people who are more talented than them."

When he said this, the village chief's breathing became much heavier.

After a slight pause, he said to Yang Jian in a serious voice: "You have lived in Nanshan Village since you were a child. Although you have a precocious personality, you have never seen the sinister nature of people's hearts and are easily deceived by evil people."

"The workshop in the village is inseparable from me, so I can't go with you, hey."

Opposite him, seeing the village chief's worried expression on his face, Yang Jian felt warm in his heart, and then nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, I'm not that easy to lie."

After all, this young body hides a soul that has experienced hardships. It is not as simple as precociousness as the village chief thought.

Although Yang Jian answered decisively, the village chief, who had always regarded Yang Jian as a relative, was still a little worried.

"Well, let me ask you a question."

"When you were outside, if a friendly-looking adult asked you for directions and asked you to take him there, would you say yes?"

After hearing the village chief's question, Yang Jian suddenly had black lines on his face: .............

It has been two years since the village chief discovered his intelligence, and he has not treated Yang Jian as a child for two years.

He originally thought it would be some difficult problem to solve, but when the village chief asked him now, he clearly regarded him as an ordinary child.

However, Yang Jian did not feel displeased because of this, because caring caused chaos, which showed that the village chief was too worried about him.

"If you don't agree, tell him to get away."

The village chief was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "It's right not to agree, but isn't it a little too arrogant to ask people to go away?"

"Also, where did you hear the foul language? Are you itchy?"

Yang Jian blinked innocently and said, "Aunt Zhang from the east of the village said this about her husband."

"I remember the original words were... You damn ghost, it will be over in two or three minutes. A dog will be more useful than you. Get away from me."

"What does Aunt Zhang mean? I actually don't quite understand."

The village chief's face darkened and he said angrily: "Those who teach bad children, I have to deal with them tomorrow."

Looking at Yang Jian's innocent expression, the village chief took a deep breath and said: "Let's not mention these. It's better to learn less about those bad words and be civilized and polite."

After changing the topic to formality, the village chief asked again: "Why did you choose not to agree?"

Yang Jian sighed and said: "Respectable people generally don't ask for help from people who are weaker than themselves. An adult wouldn't ask for help from a child like me."

The village chief was very satisfied with Yang Jian's answer, and then continued to ask questions one after another in an attempt to keep Yang Jian alert: "If someone..."

"If you encounter........."

“Someone is anxious in the middle of the night.............”

Yang Jian had been asking about various hypothetical situations for more than an hour, and the village chief had no intention of stopping.

At this time in the past, the village chief would have been sleepy and sleepy, but now, due to practicing health-preserving Tai Chi, the village chief is much more energetic than usual and is still asking Yang Jian tirelessly.

Although Yang Jian was a little speechless in this regard, when he thought that the village chief used this method out of concern, he still answered patiently and carefully.

...............

Two weeks later, on a bright morning, many people gathered at the entrance of Nanshan Village, and there were many trucks pulled by tall horses, filled with sealed drinks.

Pineapple beer, deluxe version pineapple beer, limited edition pineapple beer......cough, because pineapple beer is the most profitable now, and they are basically this type.

These drinks will be transported to various cities with the fleet and then sold locally.

This also includes Notting City, which is the nearest city to Nanshan Village where Yang Jian is going.

Therefore, this batch of convoys specially chose the time when the Notting City Soul Master Academy was about to start, so that they could take Yang Jian with them and give him a ride.

Most of the people in the motorcade were familiar faces from Yang Jian, who were from Nanshan Village.

Although cooperation with some shops in the city has made life in Nanshan Village rich, Nanshan Village people who are accustomed to hard work and restlessness will still sell drinks in person from time to time.

Due to his health, the village chief could not bear the long journey and had to stay in Nanshan Village.

After briefly saying goodbye, he watched Yang Jian go away with the motorcade.

Ten minutes later, the outline of Nanshan Village gradually disappeared. Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and looked at the intersection between the sky and the green mountains, his eyes bright and full of energy.

"I remember that Holy Soul Village is also on the convoy's route."

Yang Jian's mind moved slightly, and the internal energy in his meridians and dantian continued to circulate in a repetitive cycle.

And with the precise breathing of gears, it grew stronger.

"Tang Sect's Xuantian Baolu... Xuan Yu Hand, Crane Captures Dragon, Purple Demon Eye... Maybe I can have a chance to learn from it."

Across the rolling mountains, his gaze penetrated layers of space, and he didn't know where he was looking.