Chen Chufan did not care about the joke in Fu Bo's tone, but kept his face serious and said, "Since the elders want to hear the boy's adventure experience, I dare not hide it. But some of the words have been long, and it will start from when I was young. I still remember that when I was 4 years old, when I was playing at home, an old monk suddenly appeared in front of me."

Speaking of this, Chen Chufan paused, his brows frowned slightly, as if he was trying to recall it. After a long time, he continued to speak: "The old monk was born with a square head and big ears, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, which made people feel kind. I remember that he seemed to praise me for my beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and it was even more rare to have a relationship with him. Then he helped me with my head for a long time. At that time, I felt a heat spread from his hands to my whole body. Later I realized that the action had a special name called "Daiguizhan."

Uncle Fu looked at Chen Chufan with a expressionless face and bragging. No matter how he heard this, it was like a bloody plot in a martial arts novel, and even TMD was enlightened. Could it be that this little guy really treats himself as a fool and can fool him at will? Although he was a little annoyed, Uncle Fu did not interrupt Chen Chufan's performance, but calmly looked while smoking a cigar while listening to the legendary story told by Chen Chufan.

"After the old monk gave me a sense of enlightenment, he passed on two scriptures, left me a Buddhist scripture, and then floated away. Don't say that, the enlightenment was really useful. At that time, I felt that my mind was very clear. I remembered the scriptures that the old monk gave me without missing a word." Chen Chufan sighed, as if he was still sighing for the adventure that day.

Uncle Fu finally couldn't help it and interrupted, "It's really useful, otherwise why would you remember things when you were four years old so clearly. It's good, good!"

The tone is unabashed ridicule.

Chen Chufan seemed to be unable to hear Uncle Fu's mocking tone, but instead nodded seriously and agreed: "Indeed, otherwise how could I still remember what happened when I was four years old?"

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, you can continue!" Uncle Fu said angrily. He wanted to see what tricks this lazy boy could make up.

"The scriptures that the old monk taught me are the golden bell cover and iron cloth shirt that had been lost in Shaolin Temple. Since then, I have been practicing this unique skill hard, and the Buddhist scriptures left to me are some Buddhist methods that are not taught. Later, when I grew up, my skills naturally became more and more profound, and this Buddhist method has a lot of experience. It was because of this adventure when I was a child that I was full of admiration for the Buddhist culture. When I was over 10 years old, I read the Tripitaka of the Chinese Sutra. After memorizing the scriptures every chapter, I could recite the scriptures like a stream. Later, I entered Naguiyuan Temple. After talking about Buddhism and Taoism several times, I presided over the temple and talked about friendship. After telling the truth, I couldn't help but ask for it in every possible way, so I agreed to him and become the Vajra Protector of the Outer Vajra Dharma in Guiyuan Temple. Alas."

After a few real and fake nonsense, Chen Chufan also learned from the paradise and sighed to the sky, and then said leisurely: "Later, because I realized that art was similar to that Buddhist principles, I chose to study abroad at the NW Juliet School. However, I didn't expect that the Buddhist method was used on the piano for the first time. Uncle Fu saw the clues. But I couldn't hide it from you. I told you the story of the boy. You must not spread it out!"

"This" Uncle Fu was speechless again. He even walked closer and touched Chen Chufan's position where he was cut. It was just soft skin, nothing else.

"If you don't believe it, you will only cut it yourself." After saying that, Chen Chufan turned the blade and handed the knife to Uncle Fu who was standing beside him.

Uncle Fu simply took the big knife and asked, "Do you want luck?"

Seeing Chen Chufan shook his head, he quickly slashed Chen Chufan's left arm and chopped it down, of course the result was still the same.

"This exercise has been verified. If you don't believe it, you should try to recite the Buddhist scriptures?" Chen Chufan continued to look at Uncle Fu, who looked stunned.

"Oh?" Li Afu hesitated a little. Could it be that the story this young man just said was the truth? But this is too incredible. Is there really any paranoid in this society now? Is there really an old monk who has no head to see his head?

While Li Afu was hesitant, the study room was knocked. He put the knife in his hand back on the bookshelf. Only then did Li Afu say in a deep voice: "Come in."

The servant who walked into the study was Uncle Fu's servant. She respectfully bowed to Uncle Fu and said, "Master, the food is ready."

Vegetables are good dishes, wine is good wine.

Especially after eating Western food for a week, when I saw six pure national Z dishes in front of me, the temptation was extremely great.

Stewed beef brisket with potatoes, braised small crucian carp, old ginger and stuffed yellow chicken, stir-fried cabbage, tender pork ribs with sauce, and a pot of yellow yellow egg soup, all looked like Chen Chufan's index finger was shaking. He felt that today was indeed worth the trip, and even the one he had just performed for Uncle Fu in the study was worth it!

Especially in front of me, there was a bowl of golden porridge that I couldn't name. The fresh and fragrant smell kept invading Chen Chufan's sense of smell.

Chen Chufan couldn't wait to get on his chopsticks, but before the master could speak, he could only endure it.

"This bottle of 80-year-old Moutai is my treasure. Classmate Chen, please drink a drink with me, the old man?" Uncle Fu did not move his chopsticks, and pointed to the bottle of Moutai placed on the table and said to Chen Chufan.

"Dad, the pianist can't drink!" Before Chen Chufan could speak, Su Xiuqing, who was sitting opposite Chen Chufan, spoke first.

"Who said you can't drink?" Uncle Fu taught his daughter a lesson, "Which sea pianist I accompanied you to see two years ago? Isn't the pianist there just drinking and singing with a piano player?"

"That's a movie, movies are different from reality!" Su Xiuqing argued.

"What's the difference? Can you play in a movie? Can you play in reality?"

Seeing the father and daughter quarreling over whether to drink or not, Chen Chufan became anxious.
Chapter completed!