The eldest Mr. came to the stairs on the second floor and did not continue walking down, but just stood there and waited quietly.

After a while, an old man with a pockmarked face was leading a handsome boy and walked up the stairs. He saw the big man standing upstairs. The old man grinned and smiled at the big man, revealing his yellow teeth.

The little boy seemed to be frightened when he saw the eldest gentleman, and stood there motionless with his big black eyes.

"Grandpa, let's go home."

The little boy suddenly pulled the old man's hand and said, this time, he was talking about us rather than me.

"Little brat, I'm really ignorant. Didn't you see your uncle waiting for me?"

The little boy looked at him with a slutty face.

"I will definitely study hard and practice hard when I get home. I will also beg my grandma to make it for you to eat when you like braised pork. Grandma doesn't want to make it, so I will learn to make it for you to eat."

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

"What's the hurry?" The old man with a pockmark 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 before going back."

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

"Why do you have a stern face when you see an old friend?"

When he walked to the second floor, the old man with pockmark face smiled with a cynical look.

"Who is an old friend to you?"

The eldest gentleman still said nothing.

"I haven't seen each other for decades, so I still speak like this." The old man with pockmarked face shook his head and walked around the big man, looking around, as if he was looking for something, but finally he couldn't find it. So he touched his stomach and begged for the big man and said:

"Does there be something to eat? My grandson and I haven't had a full meal in several days."

...

In the room of the eldest gentleman, the old and the young grabbed the snacks on the table and ate the food.

"How come your size is so big that the Xiao family in Kunlun is not even enough money?"

Looking at the old man with pockmarked face, the eldest gentleman said in confusion.

"Xiao family, poor, poor, wherever, like you, like your Qiushui."

The old man with pockmarked face said while eating voraciously.

"You are lying again!" The little boy next to him was much more reserved when he heard the old man with pockmarked face say this, he first glanced at the big man vigilantly, and then retorted with a red face:

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

"Xiao Che, you don't understand this." The old man with pockmarked face said seriously: "What delicious food can you eat when your grandma gives me? The road from Kunlun to Qiushui is far away. It's better to take a few bets. If you make a profit, we can eat delicious food!"

Seeing the little boy's dissatisfaction, he continued earnestly: "Xiao Che, this practice is the same. The opportunity has come. If you give up because you are afraid of risks, when will your practice be cultivated? You are good at everything, but you are too brave!"

The little boy curled his lips when he heard this, but did not refute, but just buried his head in eating.

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

The old man with pockmarked face patted his bulging belly like a full meal and said with an unhappy look on his face.

The eldest gentleman didn't know what the half steamed bun he was talking about was, but he just gave him food with kindness. Not only was he not grateful, he was picky and picky.

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

The eldest gentleman said expressionlessly.

"vomit……"

Hearing this, the old man with pockmarked face really pretended to spit it out, and the little boy next to him was so scared that he quickly covered his nose.

"I'm lying to you." The old man with pockmarked face smiled and said, "I, Xiao Changge, never spit out the things I eat."

"In previous years, you came after Qingming Festival. Why did you get ahead of this year? You'll still have a child."

The eldest gentleman changed the topic and 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 I can't even pull out the sword until Qingming Festival."

Speaking of this, he looked at the little boy beside him and said incredibly kindness:

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

"I can't carry you!"

The little boy curled his lips with disgust.

When the eldest gentleman heard this, he frowned deeply.

How can a cultivator never get old? What Xiao Changge says about old age naturally means falling into the state of falling into the state.

"I didn't expect that the young man who created Qiu Shui alone and was full of energy turned into this."

Looking at Xiao Changge's appearance, the eldest gentleman sighed and said with great emotion.

"Your sir, it's not much better."

Xiao Changge smiled and said.

As he said that, he picked up a cup of tea, rinsed his mouth with tea, cleaned the residue of the pastry in the gaps between his teeth, and then swallowed them all in one bite, making the little boy beside him look disgusted.

"And, speaking of this, your eldest gentleman is really not as good as me."

After doing all this, Xiao Changge suddenly said with a complacent look on his face.

"Oh? Let's talk, how can I be worse than you?"

The eldest Mr. Big sneered. Since the battle between the two when they were young, the two who were very competitive had almost competed for their whole lives. The eldest Mr. Big sneered that he had nowhere to lose to Xiao Changge.

"Here." Xiao Changge touched the head of the little boy next to him, and said proudly: "My grandson of Xiao Changge, the successor of my Xiao man's mantle."

"Grandpa, your hard-working sword is so boring, I don't want to practice it."

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

Hearing this, Xiao Changge laughed loudly, but the eldest gentleman looked stunned.

This little boy has excellent qualifications and Mr. Big naturally had seen it long ago. But what surprised Mr. Big was the sentence "hard-hearted" he evaluated Xiao Changge's sword technique. Others probably couldn't hear anything, but how could he not hear it after the big man and Xiao Changge fight countless times? This hard-heartedness is the true meaning of Xiao Changge's sword technique.

Being able to tell Xiao Changge's true meaning of swordsmanship in one word, this little guy's future attainments and achievements in swordsmanship are limitless.

This really made the eldest gentleman a little envious.

If Xiao Changge is indeed better than Mr. Da at this point of his successor.

Over the years, the great gentleman has confiscated his disciples, but he is either too stupid or unable to endure hardship. He has fled in panic before he has officially accepted his disciples.

As soon as he thought of this, the eldest Mr. felt a sense of loneliness.

"Mr., I've finished reading it."

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 and said with a look of surprise: "Brother who gives me delicious steamed buns."

Looking at Li Yunsheng standing in front of him, Mr. Big's face, which was originally full of haze, turned clear in an instant:

"Come on, Yunsheng, come here!"
Chapter completed!