NCCnovel Chapter 200 4 year later
Chapter 200 4 year later
Four years later, on a sunny day with a gentle breeze.
In a quiet and spacious manor in Tam Chau, there is a training ground specifically for martial arts practice. At this moment, a cute little boy of about four years old is steadily practicing his horse stance, his small body full of strength and resilience.
His tender forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but even though the sweat was flowing into his eyes, he didn't dare to move at all.
Just then, a woman with a graceful figure and beautiful face slowly walked into the training ground.
She immediately spotted her son practicing his skills diligently, and a feeling of heartache welled up inside her. She quickly called out, "Son, stop practicing and come over here to rest."
Hearing his mother's call, the boy's heart stirred, but he couldn't help but steal a glance at the man wearing sunglasses lying on the sofa next to him.
Upon hearing the woman's words, the man lazily sat up from the sofa.
The man frowned and said to the woman with slight displeasure, "Little Yezi, I'm seriously teaching this apprentice. You can't be so doting on your son! I shouldn't have agreed to your request to take on an apprentice in the first place."
Upon hearing this, the woman's eyebrows shot up, and she retorted without backing down, "Hmph, if you don't want to teach, fine, I'll just teach you myself."
"Back in the day, I was able to train even a Grandmaster-level expert. How could I not be able to teach my own son?"
As she spoke, she quickly walked to the boy's side, gently took out a clean white handkerchief from her bosom, and softly wiped the sweat from the boy's forehead.
Seeing this, the man curled his lip and sneered, "Oh ho, a grandmaster, huh? Your so-called domineering true qi is just a piece of trash, not even a dog would practice it."
The boy felt a headache coming on as he listened to the heated argument between his mother and his master.
He shook his head helplessly and said in a childish voice, "Mom, please stop arguing with Master. He's only doing it for my own good."
After saying that, the boy tugged at the woman's clothes with his little hand, his eyes revealing a hint of pleading.
"Alright, that's enough for today's training, Fan Xian. You may go back on your own later."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright smile instantly bloomed on Fan Xian's face. He excitedly took his mother's hand and left the training ground with light steps.
Since the day Ji Lin and the others decided to make Danzhou their first stop in the world of Joy of Life, they have stayed there for four years.
During this period, Ji Lin spared no expense in purchasing a large estate in Danzhou for everyone to live in.
Since arriving in Danzhou, Ye Qingmei has been pleading and begging Ji Lin in every way possible, and finally succeeded in persuading Ji Lin to accept Fan Xian as his disciple.
Although Fan Xian was still an infant, because the soul of an adult man resided in his body, he was able to walk freely and speak fluently like a normal person as early as one year old.
I still remember that on Fan Xian's first birthday, Ji Lin personally brought Ye Qingmei to Fan Xian's residence.
At that time, Ye Qingmei told Fan Xian in detail about the existence of the temple in the world of Joy of Life, the reason for her own time travel to this place, and many other secrets.
Despite his mature mind, Fan Xian was still overwhelmed when so much astonishing information flooded into his mind, and he found it difficult to fully digest and understand it all at once.
However, from that day on, whenever he had free time, Fan Xian would rush to where Ji Lin and the others lived to learn martial arts from Ji Lin, day after day without interruption.
Since arriving in Danzhou, Wu Zhu has become a frequent visitor in Ji Lin and Fan Xian's lives.
On ordinary days, he usually stays quietly in his small general store, silently protecting Fan Xian's safety.
However, as long as Ji Lin gave the summons, Wu Zhu would always appear quickly at their residence.
Ji Lin knew the importance of practical experience for improving martial arts skills, so whenever he had free time, he would invite Wu Zhu to accompany Fan Xian for sparring.
Every sparring session was an intense contest, with Fan Xian constantly honing his skills and accumulating combat experience in his encounters with Wu Zhu.
Whenever training ended, Fan Xian would thoughtfully accompany Ye Qingmei for a simple meal before returning to the Fan residence.
Although the meal was small, it was filled with the warm atmosphere of family.
That night, all was quiet, and the entire Fan residence was immersed in tranquility.
Fan Xian had already fallen asleep in his room, but he was a light sleeper and could immediately sense the slightest disturbance.
Just then, a dark figure silently approached the room where Fan Xian was sleeping. This mysterious man in black moved with extreme caution, making almost no sound.
Even so, the alert Fan Xian was still awakened immediately.
Fan Xian sat quietly on the bed, his face showing no sign of panic, and even a faint smile on his lips.
Just then, a figure completely shrouded in a black robe slowly walked into the room.
The man in black had sharp, hawk-like eyes, staring intently at Fan Xian. When he saw Fan Xian's composure, he was slightly taken aback, but he still reached out and removed his mask without hesitation. The man in black had the appearance of a slightly lewd middle-aged man.
"So you're Fan Xian?" the man in black said, his voice low and hoarse.
Fan Xian smiled slightly and replied, "You've finally arrived."
A hint of doubt flashed in the man's eyes as he asked, puzzled, "Do you know who I am? You knew I was coming?"
Fan Xian replied calmly, "Because you are my father, my mother told me that."
After a moment's hesitation, the man in black came to his senses and pressed, "What did you say? Your mother?"
Fan Xian nodded, then pointed to the pot of tea on the table in the room, signaling the man in black to go and take a look.
The man in black walked suspiciously to the table, picked up the teapot, tilted his head back, and took a large gulp, muttering, "Did you prepare this for me?"
Fan Xian shook his head and said softly, "No, this is what my mother prepared for you."
Upon hearing the word "mother" again, the man in black became visibly agitated: "Where is your mother?"
Seeing this, Fan Xian raised his hand and pointed in the direction behind the man in black. Without thinking, the man in black immediately turned around and looked in that direction with anticipation.
However, just as the man in black turned around, Fan Xian suddenly sprang to his feet. He quickly grabbed the pillow beside him, leaped off the bed, and slammed it down on the man in black with lightning speed.
Ancient pillows were different from modern soft and comfortable ones. They were high and hard, and were mostly made of wood, stone, and other materials.
So, because the man in black was completely unprepared, the blow landed squarely on his head. With a muffled thud, the man in black's vision went black, his body swayed a few times, and then he fell straight down, completely losing consciousness.
The pillow in Fan Xian's hand was also shattered on the ground.
Seeing that the man in black was unconscious, Fan Xian dared not delay for a moment. He hurriedly got out of bed and rushed out of the Fan residence like a whirlwind, running all the way to Wu Zhu's general store.