Chapter 3 8 Years Later, Fulong Village

Chapter 3 8 Years Later, Fulong Village

Atop a picturesque mountain lies a little-known village named Fulong.

In this village lived nearly 300 households.

As the night descended, smoke rose from the chimneys of every home.

Floral-robed women swung open their courtyard gates and called out the names of the children in each household.

Little Iron!

Little Dog!! Dinners ready!

Cuihua, youve returned.

Chenchen, that mischievous one hasnt come home yet!

Nearby, a tall boy forcefully released his grip on a younger boy.

You blind fool, if I catch you again next time, Ill give you an even harder beating! He said angrily.

The young boy lying on the ground smiled mysteriously, whispering in a soft voice, Zhao Beichen, just you wait.

The boy, now about thirteen or fourteen years old, possessed sharp features, a high and straight nose, and thin lips.

He donned a gray linen robe, with a white silk ribbon covering his eyes.

As soon as the words were spoken!

Zhao Beichens eyes grew fierce, and he raised his hand to strike the boy.

However, a child beside him intervened and, with a pained expression, said, Beichen, hurry back. My mom is calling me for dinner.

After a few other children departed, the boy on the ground sprang to his feet with a sudden burst of energy.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and strolled back home with his hands behind his back.

As he walked, the boy wrinkled his nose, as though he hadnt just been beaten.

Following a tantalizing scent, he leaned against a familys fence and called out, Auntie Li~ What special day is it today? Are you stewing a young chicken?

Creak~

A slightly plump middle-aged woman pushed the door open, greeted the boy with a smile, and said, Its Guanqi, have you eaten? Auntie will get you some.

Li Guanqi feigned touching his stomach and replied, I havent eaten yet.

Well, you certainly have a keen sense of smell, dont you? You didnt want to eat my grandpas pickled vegetables, but youve come as soon as you smelled something good.

Auntie Li waved her hand at Li Guanqi, Little rascal, you came just in time. Auntie still has half a pot left!

Ill fetch some more rice for you, and you can take it back to eat with your grandpa, she said promptly.

Upon hearing these words, the young boys smile broadened, and he sweetly responded, Thank you, Auntie Li.

Ah its such a waste that Auntie Li doesnt open a restaurant down the mountain with her cooking skills, he remarked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

You naughty boy, your sweet talk gets you everything, she teased.

In no time, a delicate little girl resembling a porcelain doll appeared, carrying a steaming pot of stewed chicken.

The girl carefully held the brimming pot of stewed chicken, her eyes fixed on it to prevent any spills, making them as round as saucers.

As she walked, the little girl grumbled, Li Guanqi, do you have a nose like a dog? Every time my family cooks something delicious, you show up right on time.

Li Guanqi, leaning against the fence, couldnt resist responding, Meng Wanshu, who do you think will marry you as a virtuous wife and mother in the future?Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Meng Wanshu blushed and struggled to balance the pot on the fence.

Are you going to play chess with Old Man Lu again?

Hurry up and practice your punches!

The young boys face turned bitter as he devoured his meal, leaving not a single grain of rice.

After the meal, he went to the backyard, undressed completely, and immersed himself in a bathtub.

In a matter of seconds, the young boys skin flushed deep red, and small beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

His body quivered slightly, and he gritted his teeth as though enduring an intense pain.

Through the dark green medicinal liquid, faint patterns became visible across the young boys body.

Li Guanqi had acquired the ability to see with his eyes just this year. Although his vision was limited to black and white, it brought him immense joy.

So, every day, he dedicated his energy to activate his newfound sight.

Li Guanqi sat cross-legged in the bathtub, enduring the discomfort caused by the medicinal bath while contemplating what would follow once he finished his punching bag practice.

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In the eastern part of Fulong Village, a centuries-old oak tree stood tall.

Su Xuan, clad in a gray robe and carrying a horsewhip, strolled leisurely towards the tree.

Under the tree sat a kindly-looking old man engrossed in a game of chess.

Spotting Su Xuans arrival, he warmly greeted him.

Tsk tsk, just finished eating, huh?

Su Xuan plucked a piece of meat from his mouth, flicked it away with his fingers, and replied, Old Lu, today, Ill indulge you with one more game before I depart.

The elderly man, with a mane of white hair, raised his head slowly and whispered, Leaving?

Su Xuan placed the horsewhip on the ground and continued, Yes, Im heading out.

He casually picked up a white chess piece and set it on the board. Gazing at the old man, he spoke in a hushed tone, I know who Old Meng is, and Im familiar with Zhang Laohan from the west of the village.

But its you, Old Lu, that has puzzled me for eight years, and I still cant fathom.

You whats your name?

The old man smiled faintly, took a black chess piece, and set it beside the white ones.

Me? Im just a lonely old man. As for my name its Lu Tiancheng.

Su Xuan furrowed his brow and murmured softly, Lu Tiancheng I havent heard that name before.

Then they probably arent anyone important.

But

Bang!

A sheathed knife casually smashed a black chess piece.

Su Xuan fixed a sharp gaze on the old man and whispered, I dont care who you are, and I dont care about your name. I dont care if you can defy the Heavenly Dao. As long as Im here, you wont touch one hair on my grandson! I wont allow you to make a move!

Hum!

In the next moment, the shattered black chess piece inexplicably reassembled, returning to its original state.

The old man appeared unruffled by Su Xuans threat and softly remarked, Whether I can move or not, we wont know until we try, will we?

Su Xuan smiled faintly, scratched his head with the sheathed knife, and rose to his feet, saying, Then lets try it now. Im afraid Ill be too busy tomorrow, and I wont have time.