The kindergarten bell rings.
Chen Yan is very tall and stands out from the crowd. He is walking slowly towards the school gate among a group of noisy little beans.
The person who came to pick him up today is grandpa Du Chun.
This upright old man was wearing a white training uniform. He just stood at the door and became a sight, attracting frequent glances from the parents around him.
"Oh, it's Master Du!"
"Master Du, will you come to pick up the child in person?"
"That boy of mine was thinking about wanting to learn boxing from you yesterday, but the quota was too tight! He really didn't sign up."
A group of parents immediately gathered around him, with complimentary smiles on their faces.
These parents are all Jiang City well-known figures from all walks of life, but they actually lower their profile so low...
It can only be said that everything is inferior, only martial arts is high!
Du Chun Although his hair is gray and he is over sixty years old, he is full of vitality and blood and does not look old at all.
He responded with a smile, and there was a sense of magnanimity in his movements.
"Haha, as a child, you need to exercise more."
"Martial Arts Hall is really busy lately. I have to take care of the daily teaching."
A well-dressed middle-aged man immediately answered, "Your disciple Wang Jian is more than just trying to live up to his expectations!"
"Wang Jian is now the pride of our Jiang City! For two consecutive years, he has won the minor championship of the Martial Arts Hall Ranked Match! Maybe his future achievements will not be lower than Master Du!"
"Yes, yes, who doesn't know the name Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall now? If you want to send your children in, you have to queue up!"
"I heard that tuition fees have increased again?"
"It's worth the increase! It's a great blessing to have Master Du personally give you a few words of advice!"
Chen Yan stood not far away, silently listening to these commercial exchanges.
Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall, because of the emergence of this talented disciple Wang Jian, he became famous in the martial arts circles of Jiang City and even the surrounding areas.
As a rising tide lifts all boats, tuition fees naturally keep rising.
But even so, it still cannot stop parents who hope their children will succeed.
In this era, martial arts is the best way out.
And Du Chun, Jiang City, is truly the number one person in the martial arts teaching world. Even if he only appears once a week, it is enough to make parents of students who have spent huge amounts of credits feel that it is worth their money.
Who would have thought that such a martial arts master who easily kept his face secret would come to the kindergarten in person to pick up his grandson from school?
"Yan'er, come here."
Du Chun spotted his grandson at a glance in the crowd, smiled and waved to him.
Chen Yan ran over with his short legs.
Du Chun picked him up and bumped him, his face full of love.
"Are you good in kindergarten today?"
"Be good." Chen Yan said concisely and to the point.
"Let's go, grandpa will take you to a good place."
Du Chun hugged Chen Yan, said goodbye to the parents around him, got into a taxi, and drove straight in the direction of the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall.
In the car, while Du Chun was teasing his grandson, he was thinking about another thing.
Last time, my daughter Du Qionghua accidentally mentioned it.
Wang Xiaoming, who talks about martial artist the Association, is full of praise for Chu Feng, a talented young man over there at Imperial Capital.
Awakening his special physique at the age of three, he has skyrocketed since then and is known as East Continent, a once-in-a-century genius.
Du Chun said nothing, but secretly got excited in his heart.
"What about special physiques?"
"Don't athletes develop their special physiques through hard work? Those who develop them step by step are no worse than those who are born with them."
His thoughts involuntarily fell on the small body in his arms.
"Yan'er's talent is only as good as that of a good athlete... He is only two and a half years old now..."
A bold idea grew crazily in his heart.
Why should that kid Imperial Capital take all the limelight in the world?
If... if Yan'er could build his martial arts foundation in advance...
After that, when people mention the word "genius", the first thing that comes to mind is not Imperial Capital Chu Feng, but Jiang City Chen Yan!
When Du Chun thought of that scene, his heart felt hot.
My grandson, Du Chun, must be a dragon among men!
Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall, third floor.
Compared to the first time Chen Yan came here, the venue is much more spacious.
Chen Yan was placed on a stool by his grandfather, and he watched curiously as he was busy.
I saw Du Chun carefully holding out one after another medicinal materials exuding astonishing energy fluctuations from a locker.
"Blood Ganoderma from the 300th year..."
"Deep Sea Bone-Tempering Grass..."
"There is also this piece of Red Flame Crystal, which is specially used to neutralize the properties of the medicine..."
Du Chun was counting and mumbling something. Every item he took out was enough to make the professional warriors outside fight for their heads.
Chen Yan's little mouth opened slightly.
Good guy.
He knew that Martial Arts Hall was rich, but he didn't expect to be so rich.
These medicinal materials, no matter how you take them out, will be calculated in units of one hundred thousand credit points.
If you add up all this, you can probably buy a large flat in the prime location of Jiang City.
In fact, these medicinal materials are not all the accumulation of Du Chun, but also the investment of Grandmaster Project.
But the senior management of the Association wanted to wait until Chen Yan started practicing martial arts formally at the age of six before using it. Who would have thought that Du Chun, an old naughty boy, would come up with the idea of using this kind of powerful medicine on a two-and-a-half-year-old child?
"Otherwise, those who engage in education and training are the most profitable..." Chen Yan couldn't help complaining in his heart.
Where is the financial resources that a Martial Arts Hall museum owner should have?
No wonder mom doesn't have to look for a job. So his grandpa is so rich?
Soon, Du Chun put all the medicinal materials into a huge bronze cauldron in a specific order, activated the true energy, and began to refine the medicinal liquid.
The recipe for refining the medicinal liquid was also consulted by Du Chun. It is safer and more efficient than what he used back then!
After a while, a strong medicinal fragrance filled the air.
He also brought a cypress barrel half a man's height from the next room and placed it in the center of the field.
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The size of the wooden barrel is just right for Chen Yan.
"I think back then, when I took my first medicated bath as a child, I used only ordinary medicinal materials, so I had to use them sparingly."
Du Chun looked at the barrel with a trace of nostalgia on his face.
"Now that the conditions are good, we must use the best for Yan'er!"
He carefully poured the thick purple liquid that had been refined in the cauldron into the wooden barrel.
However, he still kept a hand.
"Yan'er is only two and a half years old after all. His body is delicate and he cannot use too many strong medicines."
He calculated in his mind that he only poured about one-third of the amount in the cauldron.
In his opinion, this is already the limit for a two-and-a-half-year-old child.
"Come on, Yan'er, take off your clothes and go in and soak." Du Chun waved to Chen Yan.
Chen Yan obediently do as you are told.
When his small body was completely immersed in the deep purple liquid, an indescribable majestic energy instantly poured into his body crazily along the pores of his body!
Comfortable!
Chen Yan feels like he has been soaked in the purest source of life.
The Chaos True Qi in the body buzzed happily at this moment, like a ferocious beast that had been hungry for three days and three nights, opening its bloody mouth and frantically devouring this external energy!
"If you take such a medicinal bath every day, the lost energy and blood can be recovered in less than a month!"
And the other side.
Du Chun just put the cauldron in place and clapped his hands with satisfaction.
"Well, this dose should be just right, enough for him to absorb for two to three hours."
He turned around, ready to observe his grandson's reaction.
Then, his whole body froze in place.
I saw that inside the barrel...
Where else can I find any dark purple liquid?
Crystal clear!
The water in the bucket is cleaner than the water from the water plant!
And his precious grandson was sitting at the bottom of the barrel with an innocent face, as if asking: Is this it?
"..."
Du Chun was silent.
He rubbed his eyes.
Hallucination?
He quickly walked to the barrel, stretched out his finger, dipped a little water, put it in his mouth and tasted it.
Tasteless.
Just ordinary water.
What about the potency worth millions of credits?
Before and after... ten seconds?
Du Chun's brain fell into a brief downtime.
"Grandpa?" Chen Yan raised his little face and shouted in a milky voice.
Du Chun suddenly came back to his senses.
He stared at Chen Yan as if looking at a monster.
An idea emerged from the bottom of my heart uncontrollably.
Is the dose too little?
Yes! It must be too little!
Yan'er is extremely talented, and the power of this medicine is not enough for him even if it is squeezed between his teeth!
Thinking of this, Du Chun's breathing became rapid.
As if he had been beaten to death, he turned around and grabbed the bronze cauldron, with a crazy light flashing in his eyes.
"I don't believe it!"
He gritted his teeth and poured all the remaining liquid in the cauldron into the wooden barrel with a bang!
A bucket full!
The remaining liquid medicine is a complete dose that is enough to make a peak professional warrior shed a layer of skin!
The deep purple liquid instantly covered Chen Yan's neck, and the rich energy caused the surrounding air to begin to distort.
"Yan'er, hold on!"
Du Chun shouted nervously.
However, the next second.
The picture of his grandson struggling in pain that he expected did not appear at all.
Instead, with Chen Yan's body as the center, the liquid in the barrel formed a purple vortex visible to the naked eye!
"Gudu... Gudu..."
The vortex rotates rapidly, and the color fades at a terrifying speed!
Dark purple, purple, light purple, light cyan... transparent!
Less than half a minute!
A bucket full of domineering liquid was completely absorbed again!
In the wooden barrel, there was only clear warm water and Chen Yan with a comfortable look on his face.
"Hiccup~"
Chen Yan even burped comfortably.
Du Chun stood beside the bucket, with his mouth open, as if he had been struck by lightning, motionless.
In his mind, that afternoon more than fifty years ago appeared involuntarily.
It's also my first medicinal bath.
He, six years old, is also known as a martial arts wizard.
He soaked in a light green medicinal soup made from just a dozen ordinary spiritual plants, gritted his teeth, and endured the severe pain as the medicinal power washed through his meridians. He persisted for three hours before barely absorbing less than half of the medicinal power.
And his master, who was his father, excitedly clapped his thigh and called Chun boy a promising man.
Du Chun looked at the two-and-a-half-year-old little figure in the barrel, and his body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
Then what was that... that I had back then?