Gu Ze really could take a beating.
Fu Wenzi sent him flying with a swing of his hammer, and he landed flat on his stomach with a solid thud.
Within seconds, he sprang up like a corpse coming back to life, startling Old Master Fu, who was nearby and about to scold his own son, so badly that he shuddered.
"Senior Brother, you've already hit me, so you can't keep hitting me!" Gu Ze said.
His voice was strong and full of energy.
The answer he received was a hammer flying straight at his face.
He had studied artifact refining under his master. He wasn't very good with other weapons, but he had mastered swinging a hammer.
"Ow!" Gu Ze cried.
Only then did Fu Wenzi clap his hands in satisfaction and go change out of his soaking-wet clothes.
Old Master Fu looked at his third son, then at Gu Ze, who sat on the ground clutching the hammer and grimacing.
"Is this how these two fellow disciples get along every day?"
How much of a headache must Daoist Nà Chéngguāng have had?
At any rate, watching them for just one day had already given him enough of one.
Qin Yan came pattering over with quick little steps.
She handed Gu Ze a peanut.
"Uncle Gu Ze, here, have this."
Her big eyes watched Uncle Gu Ze, who had just been beaten, and she asked curiously,
"Does it hurt?"
Gu Ze's eyes lit up as he accepted the peanut.
This is good stuff!
He patted his chest and said with an easy expression,
"No problem at all. This iron body of mine was beaten into shape. I can handle this little beating!"
The rest of the Fu Family: ...
Old Master Fu shook his head with a helpless smile.
"This