The breath that Uncle Wang Liang exhaled was exactly the essence and blood that he had held the pill for many years, and the purity of internal energy, which was called Gangqi; if it could be further condensed and formed, it would be the Pill of the Wu Family.

That is, in the novel of swordsman, and some boxers and martial artists often talk about inner alchemy; in the legend of Shushan mentioned by Grandpa Fan, there are some monsters with a climate, and when they encounter swordsman, they will spit out inner alchemy to greet each other, probably based on this kind of thing.

Although the inner elixir is different from the Taoist golden elixir, it is also the ultimate skill of the Wu family. Uncle Wang Liang only sprayed out the Qi that did not form a elixir, but he forced the Merit Sword to hold the Merit Sword and could no longer move forward. The vitality that held the Merit Sword began to be depleted.

After reaching this point, I guess Uncle Wang Liang should be satisfied, and I can't make a waste of energy anymore, so I quickly took back the sword of merit.

Uncle Wang Liang also took the qi back into his mouth, his face turned red and white for several times before he returned to his normal color. He looked at me deeply: "So amazing. It seems that the flying sword jumps to the ball. It's true that the Wu family can't resist it. Even the master of holding the pill is the same..."

I heard his voice a little dull, not as full of energy as before, and asked hurriedly, "Uncle Wang Liang, aren't you injured?"

"Fortunately, it's okay to take a break for a while. Xiaodong, thanks to you not doing your best, otherwise Uncle would be dead." Uncle Wang Liang smiled bitterly: "If you collect the sword in a few seconds later, my breath of Qi will be dissipated... Fortunately, you collected it in time."

"How can uncle be considered a loss? You don't even need weapons. You knocked down my three merit beads with just one hand, and I almost couldn't control the flying sword. And uncle was completely trying to fight me, but he was beaten and didn't fight back. If he really beat me, I'm afraid there are some tricks that I can't even send out the flying sword, right?"

I comforted him and asked questions in my heart. If it was not a competition, but a battle between life, I wonder how confident he would be able to beat me?

"Just comfort uncle... If you really fight with you, the chance will be four or six, I will be six and you will be four!"

Uncle Wang Liang smiled and shook his head: "Let's go and try your teacher Fan's craftsmanship. I seem to smell the fragrance..."

***

Teacher Fan is a woman with a bit beautiful, a little careful, and a little romantic... to describe it in the words of fashionable magazines, and a bit petty bourgeois mood.

When Uncle Wang Liang and I came back, Wang Zhan was lying on the sofa, gasping like a puppy. This guy was probably afraid of missing a meal, so he quickly finished practicing the Xingyi big gun. It would take at least half an hour to play two big guns. He came back in less than twenty minutes. Even if there was a thirteenth Taibao, he couldn't stand it.

The audio equipment in the restaurant is a trinity of phonographs, CDs, and recorders. Teacher Fan picks up a bakery record - "What a jasmine flower". As if to meet the situation, a vase with pink jasmine flowers was also placed on one end of the long dining table. The melodious and sweet singing voices combined with the faint fragrance of flowers make people feel better.

Uncle Wang Liang and I looked at each other and felt a lot in my heart. It was really aggrieved that such a petty-bourgeois figure lived in a tube building full of honeycomb coal and beer bottles. A woman like this should have been sitting in a cafe in Chudu Hotel, drinking coffee and reading original English books, as proud as a swan...

Reporter Huang... is really a lucky person...

"It's all about to eat, where are you going? Wang Zhan, go and wash your face and hands. Seeing that you are sweating and muddy, you are almost becoming a little mud monkey."

While putting the food on the table, Teacher Fan whispered. Looking at the brand new and quiet floral tablecloth on the table, even Uncle Wang Liang, who has always been thick-skinned, couldn't hold on and ran to the bathroom to do the cleaning work.

By the time we came out of the bathroom, the table was filled with dishes. It seemed that Teacher Fan had enough information from Uncle Wang Liang and made a lot of effort. Except for a braised pork ribs, there were all light and refreshing dishes on the table. I saw my index fingers moving, which means that Wang Zhan, the carnivore, felt a little dissatisfied, and looked at the dishes on the table like a resentful woman, stunned...

Uncle Wang Liang and Uncle Huang opened a bottle of Erguotou, and they started drinking one cup by one, as if no one was around, chatting wide.

I soon discovered that Uncle Huang and my dad have a lot in common, they are the kind of people who talk a lot, and they are very fond of arguing, they are a little cynical, and they don’t like anyone else. No wonder he offended Wu Ruisheng and was revenged by the snake demon.

What the book says is right, personality determines destiny... I began to understand why a great reporter still lives in a tube building. If he is a little more lively, why can't he build a two-bedroom apartment for Teacher Fan?

"Zhang Dong, Wang Zhan, you two are the students who have improved the fastest by the teacher. You will soon be students of No. 1 Middle School. You must study harder in the future and be admitted to key universities so that you can practice four modernizations in the future..."

"Okay Fan Mei, let's keep your plan in class, don't poison the children here..."

As soon as Teacher Fan was halfway through his words, he was interrupted by Uncle Huang almost rudely: "Now that reform and opening up are reforms and opening up, what about relationships? So what if I get into a key university? I am still from a key university and now I live in a tube building!"

"Huang Lei, what are you talking nonsense in front of my student..."

When I saw Teacher Fan's face turned red, I felt very sympathetic to her. I have seen too many of this situation with my parents. Uncle Huang is also a discomfortable type that does not make people feel uncomfortable for a day. I guess he will not eat well and sleep well.

People with this personality have a cute side, they are often very upright and can't plot against others, but living with such people for a long time is also a torture. I guess Teacher Fan has suffered a lot.

"I'm talking nonsense? I'm talking nonsense!"

Teacher Fan didn't say he was fine, but when he said that Uncle Huang jumped up and threw the wine glass on the table: "Fan Mei, you said, is this society fair? You also graduated from a famous normal school. Not to mention elementary school, it's more than enough to teach a high school, but what's the result? You are still the king of children? Yesterday your teaching director..."

"Huang Lei, stop talking!"

Wang Zhan and I were stunned. This was the first time we saw Teacher Fan getting angry. Uncle Wang Liang was also busy persuading: "Reporter Huang, you are drunk, I think you are drunk. Come on, come on, drink a bowl of sober soup..."

"I don't drink, I'm not drunk either! Don't persuade me. If I don't finish my words today, I will suffocate me to death. Fan Mei, what did your teaching director say yesterday? I asked you to change to the first grade next semester, right? Haha, you don't even let you take the graduating class. Isn't it because his eldest niece is coming to school and you are in your position, and you just lose because it doesn't matter? You both heard the two young classmates, right? This society is..."

"Huang Lei, you..."

Teacher Fan could no longer listen, tears burst out from his eyes, turned around and ran into the bathroom. I soon heard her crying sounds from the bathroom.

This Uncle Huang seems to be even more ill than my dad.

I frowned. It was really not easy for Teacher Fan. Unfortunately, although I am a cultivator and have some supernatural powers, I still have no way to help her.

I looked at Uncle Wang Liang, and saw that he shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "Don't look at me, uncle is not married yet, how can he deal with such a thing? Go and persuade your teacher... Hey, I said Huang reporter, you are too..."

“Huhuhu…”

Reporter Huang had already been lying on the dining table and began to sleep soundly, and had his dream of spring and autumn...
Chapter completed!