I never imagined that such a powerful person could exist in such a small place.

Unexpectedly, a potted plant allowed her to meet such a person.

Based on her observation, the other party was very young. Even her husband Qin Tian, ​​who was hailed as the Chosen Son at the time, might not have been so powerful at the other party's age.

Thinking of this, Shangguan Wenwen naturally would not beat around the bush in front of a person destined to become a great master. She smiled directly and said: "Boss Wang is a super master of martial arts, so he can transform such an outstanding potted plant. Xiang Feihong gave the potted plant to

Later, I made such a conjecture, and out of curiosity, I came here to take a look."

Wang Lun nodded: "After Xiang Feihong bought the potted plants, I knew there would be such speculation, but I didn't expect that one didn't come with Miss Shangguan."

The "one" he refers to naturally refers to the person who is probably the great master.

"Qin Tian is not here, he is in seclusion." Shangguan explained softly.

Wang Lun was surprised at first, but then he felt relieved and said: "It turns out to be Qin Tian, ​​no wonder."

Qin Tian was a person who entered the God List ten years ago. Although he has never been seen, he reached the Heaven Realm and became a Grand Master ten years ago. He is the only person who has entered the God List in the past few decades.

Therefore, Qin Tian ten years ago was able to use the methods of the Grand Master and the power of heaven and earth to transform potted plants and cultivate potted plants that were even better than his.

By now, perhaps Qin Tian has also embarked on the true path of cultivation from the realm of Grand Master, just like the realm of those old monsters who stopped bleeding.

Wang Lun felt that it was really possible. Not all masters who surpassed the realm of Grand Master were old monsters. Maybe there were people like Qin Tian who could achieve this step.

Here, Shangguan Wenwen asked curiously: "Do you know my husband?"

Wang Lun smiled and shook his head: "I've only heard of him. He is the only person on the list of gods in recent years, but I have never met him."

It turns out that Shangguan Wenrou is Qin Tian's wife.

He knew very little about Qin Tian, ​​and naturally it was even more impossible for him to know about Qin Tian's private life.

In fact, even in the cultivation world, the most famous one now belongs to the Chinese God of War Fang Hailiang. It is normal that many people don't know Qin Tian.

"Wang..." Shangguan Wenwen hesitated for a moment, then said with a smile, "I'd better call you Boss Wang. Thank you for answering my doubts."

Wang Lun nodded.

"Boss Wang, do you still sell potted plants like that violet?"

Shangguan Wenrou's real reason for coming here is to bring back another potted plant that he likes.

"There are still a few pots left, but I'm sorry, I want to keep them for now and won't sell them for the time being."

Wang Lun actually didn't want to sell those potted plants to Shangguan Wenrou, because he had already sold one pot, and Xiang Feihong also agreed to help him promote Yinshan potted plants. If he sold another pot to Shangguan Wenrou, the level of publicity would not be improved.

And he doesn't need the millions from selling potted plants.

"Well, that's really a pity." Shangguan Rouwen was a little disappointed.

But the potted plant belongs to the other party, and she cannot ask the other party to sell the potted plant to her.

Putting down the potted plants, Shangguan took a sip of tea gently and asked with interest: "Can I ask why Boss Wang lives in the countryside? Originally, I thought there was a big sect here in Yinshan Village, headed by Boss Wang.

I'm sitting here."

If it had been anyone else, she would have had this same question.

Her husband Qin Tian is a very free and easy man who does not seek fame or fortune, but he cannot live such an ordinary life of dealing with the soil. Could it be said that the true meaning of cultivation can be obtained as a farmer?

Of course she didn't look down on farmers, but she really couldn't understand Wang Lun's behavior.

"I am a farmer originally, and I am used to living in Yinshan Village. After all, I can still practice here." Wang Lun said with a smile.

Shangguan Rouwen came to his senses and blurted out: "Life is cultivation?"

In terms of cultivation methods, she felt that Wang Lun and Qin Tianzhen were really different.

Qin Tian will find some good places suitable for cultivation, practice for a few months a year, and then enjoy life for the rest of the time.

As for Wang Lun, she feels more down-to-earth and integrates cultivation with ordinary life.

She couldn't answer which way of cultivation was better, but she admired Wang Lun's choice.

"Boss Wang, if I have the opportunity in the future, I would like to introduce you to my husband."

Shangguan Wenwen said sincerely.

She felt that if Wang Lun and Qin Tian met, their different personalities and different cultivation methods would bring different inspirations to each other.

Although Wang Lun is not as powerful as her husband now, given time, getting close to or even surpassing him is likely to happen, so getting to know Wang Lun is not a bad thing.

"Okay, I want to see him too."

Wang Lun said. After embarking on the road of cultivation, he had dealt with many cultivators, but most of them were enemies. It would be very beneficial to get to know Qin Tian and exchange cultivation experiences.

"Okay, you live in Yinshan Village anyway, maybe we can come find you later."

Shangguan said softly and stood up. He accidentally looked up and saw a couplet stuck on the innermost wall of the main room.

It is a couplet about happiness, prosperity and longevity. The paper is a little white and the edges are partially curled up. The black characters written with a brush on it are also a little gray in color.

However, Shangguan Wenrou was still attracted by the majestic words.

She couldn't help but step forward, get closer and observe carefully.

The more she looked at it, the more she felt that these words were written really grandly. The whole couplet gave people a very powerful feeling, but if she only looked at one of the words, she would find that a single word was written very grandly.

Delicate and striving for perfection.

Grandeur and delicacy, these two seemingly opposite temperaments, appear in the same couplet and are written by the same person.

Shangguan Rouwen couldn't help but ask: "Boss Wang, did you write this couplet?"

This couplet is definitely not printed, nor was it written by a random person at a street stall. The calligraphy is somewhat similar to Yan Zhenqing's characteristics, and it was clearly written by someone with high attainments in calligraphy.

Wang Lun shook his head: "I didn't write it. My grandfather said the words I wrote when I was a child were ghost symbols."

Then he said: "This couplet was written by my grandfather."

"Oh, the writing is indeed good. The two characteristics of grandeur and delicacy are masterfully controlled. This is the first time I have seen calligraphy with such characteristics."

Shangguan praised softly.

Wang Lun smiled and nodded in response. He was actually a little proud. After all, these were words written by his grandfather.

In his memory, his grandfather Wang Zilai was omnipotent.

Now it turns out that his grandfather is indeed very good. He can even write calligraphy so well that even the distinguished guests in Shanghai are amazed.

No wonder he felt that his grandfather Wang Zilai was not an out-and-out farmer. He was educated, capable of medicine and martial arts, which was not what a farmer could do.

However, even his father did not know the details of his grandfather Wang Zilai and his grandmother Tian Luoying. He only said that his grandparents came to Yinshan Village to jump in line.

"Boss Wang, if you're disturbing me, I'll leave first."

Shangguan said goodbye with a gentle smile, and the distinctive font on the couplet left a deep impression on her.

Wang Lun saw the other party to the door, and the other party took a car and left.

In the evening, Wang Lun was choosing vegetables in the yard. His father, Wang Dafang, came back on his motorcycle. When he walked to the yard, he said to Wang Lun: "Xiao Lun, I bought a bottle of wine. Let us have a few sips for dinner."

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"Okay." Wang Lun said with a smile. His father is not an alcoholic, but he likes to have a drink every once in a while.

Seeing the bag in his father's hand containing incense candles, paper money, and a villa tied with colored paper, Wang Lun couldn't help but said: "Tomorrow is grandma's birthday."

He had no impression of his grandmother Tian Luoying. His father Wang Dafang said that his grandmother passed away when he was two years old.

Tomorrow is grandma's seventy-fifth birthday. He remembers this day clearly, because although he has no impression of grandma, his grandpa often talked about grandma in front of him when he was young, talking about the little things in life. Now that he thinks about it,

It should be a warm memory that remains in Grandpa's mind.

Based on his grandfather's narration, when he was a child, he also sketched out the appearance of his grandmother Tian Luoying. First, she was beautiful, then gentle, and a lady.

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In the early morning of the next day, Wang Lun's family and his uncle's family went to the mountain. Wang Lun paid homage in front of the tomb where his grandfather and grandmother were buried together, and then cleaned up before going down the mountain.

"Xiao Lun, what are you thinking about?"

His mother Qin Huirou saw that Wang Lun was obviously thinking about something when he came down the mountain, so she couldn't help but ask.

Wang Lun said as he walked: "It's still the same thing. We know too little about our grandparents."

Speaking of which, he himself didn't believe it. Where was his grandfather's lineage and whether he had any brothers or sisters? He didn't know that the same was true for his grandma's lineage.

Moreover, after asking his father, it was obvious that Wang Da Fang did not intend to hide it from him. He indeed knew very little about this aspect.

All I know is that grandma is indeed a lady, not from Xiangchu Province, but neither his father nor his uncle have ever seen any relatives from grandma's side.

Therefore, Wang Lun always felt that his grandfather Wang Zilai and his grandmother Tian Luoying came to Yinshan Village to avoid something.

After An Ran took root, it seemed that in order not to cause any trouble, his grandparents took the initiative to isolate themselves from the outside world and did not let his father and uncle get involved.

"Your uncle and I only know so much about your grandfather and grandmother. Since they don't want to say more, they must have their reasons. Xiao Lun, it would be best if you have a chance to find the truth, but it's not that time now.

There’s no need to think about it.”

Wang Dafang reminded.

"Yes, I know." Wang Lun was not in a hurry, wondering when he would be able to unravel the doubts in this regard.

At the same time, in Shanghai, Shangguan Wenrou did not forget to ask Feihong about her request. She happened to be going to the Tian family to meet her uncle Tian Haizhou, so she could go and see Tian Xiaotian and ask Tian Xiaotian.

What is Xiaotian’s impression of Xiang Feihong?

Her uncle Tian Haizhou is seventy-nine years old this year and is still the head of the large Tian family.

My uncle has two sisters, the younger of which is her grandmother Tian Binfen. Maybe it’s because her uncle is old, but every time she goes to see her uncle, he always talks about her grandmother.
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