After the meal, Guo Sufi did not hurry over to Liu Qian's. Her son had returned that morning, and she had not yet had a good look at him. Naturally, she had to seize this chance to look at him more and ask him more questions.
The others sat in their chairs as well, leisurely drinking tea as they waited for a good story to begin.
Indeed, news in Guo Village was blocked off, and Lu Town was not much better. Zhang Xiaohua had vanished for four or five years; what he had gone through could not possibly have been ordinary. Now that he had returned safe and sound, everyone's worries had lifted. Naturally, they wanted to know the details. Well, they could treat it as a story.
Guo Sufi still sat beside her son. Though Zhang Xiaohua was already taller than she was, in her eyes, he was not all that different from the little grandson she had just held in her arms.
Seeing everyone in the main hall putting on such solemn airs, Zhang Xiaohua gave a bitter smile. After choosing his words in his heart, he recounted everything that had happened after he and his second brother Zhang Xiaohu had parted ways, from beginning to end. Of course, he still used the Spring and Autumn Annals style. Anything about the immortal path was omitted entirely, and he spoke only of obtaining martial arts manuals from a senior figure of the martial world.
Only when he spoke of the journey home did Zhang Xiaohua hesitate. He deliberately skipped over Nie Qianyu's matter, afraid that his family would worry if they heard that people from the martial world had been pursuing and trying to kill him.
Zhang Xiaohua's five years had indeed been full of twists and turns, with