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Everyone was speechless about Wang Le's appearance of changing the topic as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Wang Le smiled and said, "Last night, she said there was no class this morning, and she wanted to come to find her. Where has this person been?"

Mu Xihu replied, "My third uncle is in poor health recently, so she accompanied her mother to the hospital."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Le’s cell phone in his jacket pocket rang again. When he opened it, he saw that it was a message.

"Come on the Red Wall, the things are ready for you."

Seeing the information, Wang Le was excited and showed joy on his face. Then he put away his cell phone and said to the old man: "Grandpa, borrow your special car."

Mr. Mu asked in confusion: "What do you want my car?"

Wang Le smiled and said, "The old guy is looking for me, so he has to go to the red wall. There is no special car, so the boy is afraid that he can't get in."

"Then let Chen Sheng drive my car to take you over." Mr. Mu agreed without thinking when he saw that it was the old guy who was looking for Wang Le.

Then there was no delay. Chen Sheng drove Wang Le from the old man's special car and drove towards the red wall.

More than twenty minutes later, because it was Mr. Mu's special car, and the old guy had already greeted him in advance, the security personnel simply checked it, put the car in the red wall.

When he arrived at the villa where the old guy lived, Chen Sheng did not get out of the car and waited in the car. Wang Le opened the car door and walked out of the passenger seat.

When Wang Le pushed open the half-covered yard door and entered, the old guy stood in the yard with his hands behind his back and waited.

When Wang Le walked to the old guy, he saw the other party saying, "This ancient method is a defensive technique called the Vajra Glass Cover. When he reaches the level of cultivation, he can prevent innate masters from hitting hard. Of course, bullets are no problem."

After hearing the old guy's words, Wang Le frowned, always feeling something was wrong, and said, "What does it mean to practice to achieve great success? Is this also divided into stages?"

The old guy shook the fine lines at the corner of his eyes and nodded and replied: "Yes, ancient martial arts like this are generally divided into small success, big success and perfection."

"How long does it take to reach the level of cultivation?" Wang Le felt as if he had been cheated again.

He saw a cunning look flashing in the old guy's eyes and said, "It's easy to get started, but the more you practice, the more difficult it will be. As for how long it takes to achieve great success, it depends on your luck."

After a pause, the old guy continued seriously: "It took me seven years to practice and then another ten years to achieve perfection."

"Damn, you old pervert are really cheating on me again!"

When Wang Le heard about the seven years and ten years, he became very angry and couldn't help but swear.

When the old guy saw Wang Le's angry look, he felt very relieved. He finally let this guy hold back. He has been so happy that he can't stop squeezing his face. Seeing him being cheated, he feels very happy!

"Since you dislike the fact that it took too long to practice the Vajra Glazed Cover, it means you don't need it anymore." The old guy quipped with a smile.

When Wang Le saw him, he hurriedly said, "You need it, of course you need it."

The old guy's face finally couldn't help but smile, and took out a folded piece of white paper from his arms and handed it to Wang Le. He spoke up unhappily: "You kid have never taken advantage of you, but you are just a bastard."

Wang Le took the paper that recorded the Vajra Glazed Glass cover, and then he stuffed it into his pocket without looking at it.

At this moment, Young Master Wang looked at the old guy with resentment and said, "Besides you, who else in this world does the unethical things that are used to cheat your disciples?!"

The old guy smiled coldly, narrowed his eyes and said, "Mr. Xiao has trained so many soldiers. Who is like you, a little bastard, who specializes in slapping the master in the face?"

Wang Le curled his lips and said casually: "Isn't it just that you defeated your successor? Besides, you took the initiative to come to the door, put your face forward, and beat me up. Who can blame me?"

"Hehe, such a forgetful boy. Xiao remembers all the things in the past!" The old guy smiled and said with a reminder tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Legu said, "When will you and your junior leave Beijing?"

The old guy was used to this guy's shamelessness, and he didn't expose it, and replied, "Let's go right away."

Wang Le was stunned, a hint of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Why don't you stay for a few more days?"

At this time, the old guy's face disappeared without a smile. He sighed, looked up at the air, and murmured: "The time is getting less and less, I need to hurry up."

In an instant, Wang Le's eyes turned red. He didn't know whether this parting would be separated forever. The bitterness in his heart appeared. He didn't know how to tell it for a moment and fell into silence.

At this time, Wang Le unconsciously lowered his head, and seemed to have no strength, because in Wang Le's life, the old guy was a strict father, and under his stick, he trained himself to become the best warrior. At the same time, the old guy was also a grandfather. During his three years in the army, he cared about himself and cared for himself.

Gradually, men's tears came from Wang Le's eyes, fearing that he would never see the old man again.

Reassurance flashed in the old guy's turbid eyes. Perhaps in the eyes of the enemy, the orphan-born disciple was cold and ruthless. Moreover, the disciple's personality is always complex and changeable. Sometimes even the master can't see clearly. However, he knew that the thing this disciple longed for the most was family affection.

Although this most talented disciple always doesn't understand the rules and just makes fun of him as a master, he knows that this disciple really cares about him.

Because the orphan was born, he did not enjoy the family affection that ordinary children had since birth, and he lacked the awareness of family affection since childhood, and did not know how to express it, so he always panicked in front of himself, as naughty as a naughty child, wanting to attract his own attention.

When the old guy thought of this, he felt sad. He reached out and patted Wang Le on the shoulder and said softly: "Child, stop crying."

Wang Le, who lowered his head, wiped his tears with his hand, raised his head, and said with a smile: "You must live another hundred years!"

The old guy was stunned and then burst into laughter.

At this time, the Qilin who was in the room walked out and saw the master laughing loudly. The old man's hunched body was straightening.

The laughter and the aura that surged from its body were like a awakened ancient beast roaring the battle, with the domineering power that swallowed thousands of miles away!
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