Spirit Realm Wandering God: I have a door to two realms

Chapter 7 Feng Laizi, who learns and dances swords

"Great cleverness, go back by yourself, I have something to do."

Lu Yu left a message for Fa Xiao, got on his bicycle, walked up to him, and asked:

"What's the situation?"

"My schoolbag is too heavy and I can't hold it."

Zuanna lifted up the broken schoolbag strap and grimaced with a face as big as a palm.

"Why do you bring so many books?"

"The school didn't say how many days of vacation there would be. I was afraid it would be too long, so I packed up all the books."

"As expected of a scholar!"

"what?"

"Oh, nothing."

Lu Yu muttered vaguely, and then remembered that it would take many years for the word "student master" to become popular. He glanced at his shriveled schoolbag with only two books, secretly felt ashamed, and patted the back seat of his bicycle:

"Put it up and I'll help you take it back."

"Thank you!"

Zuanna smiled sweetly, like a little white flower in bud, pure, clean, without any color, and definitely not comparable to that kind of coquettish thing.

"You're welcome."

Lu Yu responded with a smile, which immediately made Zuanna's face blush slightly.

Don't dare to look at each other.

He lowered his head in a hurry.

The two of them walked away together, and Liu Cong behind him stamped his feet angrily and muttered viciously: "You who value sex over friends, I, Liu Cong, don't have friends like you, so I will end my relationship with you today!"

They left their bicycles at a repair shop halfway up the road, and the two soon arrived at Cypress Alley. Zuanna stopped, pointed to the entrance of the alley and said:

"This is my home inside."

Lu Yu smiled and said, "Then go in by yourself."

The current culture is not as open-minded as in later generations. If she is caught by a neighbor and encounters a gossip, something bad may happen. Lu Yu naturally does not want the little girl to be wronged, so he is very measured.

"Ok!"

Zuanna nodded, dragged her heavy schoolbag for a few steps, then turned back with a blushing face and said:

"Lu Yu, thank you today!"

"A little thing."

Lu Yu shrugged his shoulders, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "By the way, you have lived in the city since you were a child. Have you ever heard of anyone who can use a sword?"

"Use a sword?"

"Correct!"

Seeing Lu Yu's serious expression, Zu Anna thought for a while and replied:
"When I was a child, I saw someone dancing with swords. He was an opera singer. Later, something happened and the stage was smashed, so I never saw him dancing. That person seems to live on the street on the left. Sometimes I can bump into him when passing by. Go and find out. Well, that man should be over 60 years old, an old widower, and he is the only one in the family."

"Understood, you go back."

Lu Yu waved his hand and sped away on his bicycle.

The reason why I want to learn sword.

It's because I have a first-level [Hidden Sword] in my hand. As the saying goes, "Holding a sharp weapon, murderous intent arises." Although I don't think I can learn any powerful sword skills, I don't want to get killed by the sword when I hold it. Hurt jokes.

After some inquiring, I easily learned the person’s detailed information.

This man’s surname is Feng.

No children.

In his early years, he went out to sing and wander around, and only returned to his hometown when he was over fifty. Now he has no serious job. He drinks heavily all day long, borrows credit everywhere, and lives day by day. He is known as "Feng Laizi".

Lu Yu spent ten yuan to buy two kilograms of loose wine and weighed half a kilogram of pig head meat. He carried it to the shabby courtyard of Feng Zizi's house. He saw that the courtyard door was half open and only one of the two wooden doors remained.

"Is anyone here?"

"Is anyone here?"

"at home??"

Lu Yu shouted several times but no one paid attention to him. The pedestrians passing by were either surprised or ridiculed.

"The sun is shining in the west today? Even Feng Laizi has poor relatives." "Who says it isn't?"

"Haha, that old madman must still be sleeping in."

Lu Yu ignored the passers-by and walked in. He saw that the yard was overgrown with weeds. Among the several houses, only one main room had some trace of people, and the open door was dark.

A bit infiltrating.

He didn't dare to go in. He even shouted several times but got no response, so he picked up half a brick and threw it in. He threw three bricks in a row until finally there was a sound.

"Ouch, who did it?"

"Don't run!"

"You black-hearted person, if you dare to hit your grandfather, I'll scratch you if I don't survive."

An old man limped out of the room with a pair of old eyes, wearing a military green coat full of holes. His white hair was as messy as a chicken coop. Before he got close, a sour smell hit his face.

Lu Yu quickly threw away the bricks he had just picked up, lifted the meat and wine in his left hand, and said with a dry smile:

"Grandpa Feng, um... I'm here to visit you."

The old man was stunned. After a few breaths, he burst into tears and said in a panic:

"Is he my second sister's grandson? He's grown so big in the blink of an eye. Come on, come inside and sit down. Do you want to warm yourself by the fire? Oh, look at the mess in the house. Wait a minute while grandpa picks it up and carries it to the back room. "

As he said that, he turned around and walked back into the house with a look of confusion on his face.

Lu Yu knew that the other party had misunderstood, and said with embarrassment:
"Um, I'm not, we don't know each other."

"."

The air suddenly solidified. Feng Laizi turned around stiffly, his eyebrows twitching. He suddenly picked up the rusty shovel on the ground, gritted his yellow teeth and roared: "What a good boy!" You bastard, even grandpa dares to play tricks on you. If I don’t break the legs of your grandson today, grandpa will take your surname!!!”

"Grandpa will take your last name!!"

Before he finished speaking, Feng Laizi swung his shovel towards Lu Yu, looking like an angry old lion with no hair.

"what the hell!"

Lu Yu threw away the wine and meat and ran away, rushing out of the yard.

"Don't run!!"

"Grandson Turtle, stop for grandpa!"

"stop!!"

After all, Feng Laizi was getting older. He was left far behind by Lu Yu after only a few steps. About 5 minutes later, Lu Yu quietly turned back and looked into the yard.

I saw Feng Laizi sitting in the yard, eating the pig head meat that he left behind, and holding a fallen teapot to sip loose wine from time to time, shaking his head, which was called moisturizing.

Lu Yu bravely walked into the small courtyard and asked:
"Hey, old man, are you still eating this?"

"Is the meat delicious?"

"Does the wine taste good?"

Feng Zizi snorted coldly, turned around with the wine and meat, and saw Lu Yu turning around and staring at him again. The look in his eyes made him feel uncomfortable, and he said angrily:

"If you have something to say, just say it. If you fart quickly, grandpa will eat your wine and meat. What's wrong?"

Lu Yu rubbed his hands and said with a smile:
"I heard that the old man can dance with a sword. I don't know if it's true?"

"Little bunny!"

Feng Zizi glanced at Lu Yu, and while eating wine and meat, he pretended to be profound and recited:

"Prick, drill, thrust, prick, and thwart, and break and cut; cut and attack;"

"Pushing the bracket, kneading, cutting and sweeping, pumping, throwing, pulling, cutting, pushing and lifting."

"Thread, hang, rub, rub, twist, twist, slice, block, chop and hack!"

"Tall, the old man is tall!"

Lu Yuan quickly gave him a thumbs up. Although he couldn't hear clearly, he understood that what the other party was talking about was some real sword-wielding skills. Even if the other party was a half-dabble, based on these alone, he was qualified to teach him.

"Don't think grandpa doesn't know about your tricks."

Feng Zizi snorted coldly, scratched his neck and said:
"When grandpa was running around in the world, your father was nowhere to be seen. He had never seen any monsters. As soon as you raised your legs, grandpa knew what you were going to pee. Stop flattering your mother. Grandpa won't do this, you kid. If you are really capable, you can fix it for grandpa every day."

"Don't talk about teaching you how to dance with a sword. Even if it kills grandpa, I, Feng Zizi, won't blink an eye!"

(End of this chapter)