On the brown dining table.

Han Dong explained his actions of chewing pork ribs on the grounds of practicing martial arts.

But his face was a little dark... The ribs were indeed quite delicious, especially so hard that they felt even more crispy when chewed.

But.

Why do mothers compare themselves with big yellow dogs? Is there any comparison?

“Eat slowly.”

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, don't choke." Chen Shu looked at her son Han Dong with a little fear, smacking her tongue secretly, as if her teeth were a little sour.

call.

After a while, Chen Shu let out a sigh and thought to herself... The pork ribs that cannot be chewed even with big yellow dogs, and her son chewed them to pieces. They were even more powerful than the big yellow dog!

The other side.

Han Wenzhi, who was originally looking through the mobile phone news, stared at his son in a daze, and there seemed to be a look of surprise between his eyebrows.

“Practicing martial arts is so amazing?”

"It is said that there are warriors above the top third grade... Could it be that they can even chew steel when they practice to the depths?" Han Wenzhi, who had rich associations, understood some things from this and that, and suddenly felt awe.

Could it be—

Is Mr. Ning such a powerful martial artist?

This is very different from the facts previously speculated. They thought Mr. Ning was a retired leader who was in full swing.

Han Wenzhi had a terrible guess in his heart, but he didn't speak.

Sluff, swish.

Han Dong looked as if he was drinking soup, and he noticed his father's hesitation and didn't say much.

If you reach the level of the Martial Arts, your family will probably know the truth about the martial arts world.

But it’s a pity that my parents are not suitable for martial arts at their age. Even Sasuke, who has advanced stance skills, cannot reach the middle third grade level.

The steaming hot steam of the hot soup fills the dining table.

This even more revealed Xiao Qian's watery eyes, flashing, sitting in her brother's arms, looking around, sometimes looking at her mother, sometimes staring at the steaming pure color soup bowl, and quietly rubbing her saliva.

Give it, grunt it.

She listened to her brother's voice, adjusted her lying position twice, and was confused and gradually became sleepy. Finally, she leaned against Han Dong's tough chest and fell asleep, with her little mouth occasionally clicking.

"Xiao Qian."

Han Dong's eyes were filled with pity and he sorted out Han Qian's black hair.

All he wants is this.

After experiencing the troubles outside, Han Dong became more and more silence in his home, which is the beauty he has tried his best to protect in his life.

...

The night is dark and the lights are out.

Tat.

There is only the sound of clocks rotating in the bedroom, which is slight but rhythmic.

Huh.

Han Dong stood for a while before he was about to fall asleep... The house has a normal building structure and cannot practice painting mountain piles. It is easy to collapse. So I can make do with the anode pile first.

Suddenly.

A faint voice came into the bedroom: "Advisor, come to the teacher."

Master?

Han Dong was stunned, opened the curtains with some confusion, opened the window, and looked at the building opposite in the darkness, a little confused.

He originally planned to find his master again tomorrow.

but.

Since the master summoned him, Han Dong believed that he had to go there with the principle of respecting teachers and respecting the Tao, and it should not be due to other reasons such as force and coercion.

...

Where Ning Moli lives.

The wide living room is relatively tidy, and there are probably specialized personnel responsible for cleaning.

"Master."

Han Dong stood beside the sofa in the living room, staring at his indifferent master Ning Moli, with a little expectant expression.

I guess I am qualified to know the sect.

Looking back at the beginning, all the arduous responsibility for the rise and fall of the sect fell on one's head... Now it should be considered on one's shoulders, at least there is no need to practice martial arts with concern.

Hiss.

Ning Moli drooped his eyelids and took a sip of cigarette.

He slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke... The bright living room lights shone on the rising smoke, setting off the slightly solemn wrinkled old face.

"Advisor." He spoke.

"Well, Master, please tell me." Han Dong's eyes lit up.

"This matter is very important." Ning Moli frowned and said in a serious voice: "Xiao Qian is too young and shouldn't have gone to kindergarten, but after thinking about it carefully, children should still communicate more with the outside world."

"Well, I'll give you an important task."

"Hold your parents for the time being, let Xiao Qian stay at home first. The teacher has ordered the construction of a kindergarten without dead corners and no dangers, and has hired many famous teachers with generous treatment."

A low voice echoes the living room.

The faint light shone a slow Ning Moli.

Side.

Han Dong was stunned when he heard this, quite surprised: "Good treatment?"

"Yes." Ning Moli said kindly: "I have communicated with these famous teachers with ambitions and have confirmed the management regulations."

Han Dong scratched his head: "There are still management regulations? I really have to worry about my master."

It seems.

My master has taken great pains to deal with Xiao Qian.

"Yeah, it's not a hassle."

"In fact, the management regulations are simple, and they are divided according to Xiao Qian's degree of unhappiness." Ning Moli sighed with a gentle look, his eyes becoming more friendly.

He wants to be a kind Grandpa Ning.

Therefore, in the management regulations, he developed the moral character of tolerance, and there were only three or four death penalty regulations... Although there were only ten management regulations.

"Well."

Han Dong was silent for a moment, but simply thought it was a strict management regulations, so he shook his head and said, "Master, this is fine. But when Xiao Qian goes to kindergarten, please allow her apprentice to take another look."

"Yeah, okay." Ning Moli nodded.

After the words finished, the living room returned to tranquility.

There was only the sound of the clock turning and the rustling leaves outside the window. Han Dong stood by the sofa and waited for a long time, waiting to ask questions.

"kindness?"

Ning Moli twisted his wrinkled old face and glanced at his apprentice Han Dong: "Why haven't you left yet?"

???

Han Dong looked question marks.

Are you planning to tell yourself about the sect? You guessed wrongly?

"Go away."

Ning Moli raised his hand, looking impatient.

Han Dong said speechlessly: "Master, letting me come here so late is for the kindergarten? I thought it was about our sect."

"oh."

Ning Moli responded lightly, lit the second cigarette leisurely, leaned against the sofa with his eyes narrowed, and didn't know what he was thinking, as if Han Dong didn't exist.

Hiss.

Hiss.

With Ning Moli sips of smoke, Han Dong couldn't help but cough: "I am now in the martial arts realm. Does the master need to explain anything? The martial arts students ranked in the top three, and I am very sure."

Even if you are conservatively estimated, you still have the power of generals.
To be continued...