Chapter 2 The Old Man
“Ding Dong~”
A doorbell sounded from the door of the courtyard.
Qiangu Qitian has lived alone in this small courtyard for three years. Fortunately, today's life is very modern, and the Qiangu clan has a special place for eating. Qiangu Qitian does not need the wilderness to survive. , On the contrary, it is much easier than the previous social animal life.
“Who?”
Qiangu Qitian asked casually, then jumped off the swing and walked towards the door.
Although he knew that it could not be an unlucky thing like an evil soul master, Qiangu Qitian still maintained his usual caution.
After living here for so long, I have only been knocked on the door a handful of times. Only by keeping a low profile can I live longer.
In the image transmitted from the camera, Qiangu Qitian could clearly see the appearance of the person coming.
This is an old man who looks a little thin, but he is very tall, as much as 1.8 meters tall. Although his beard and hair are all white, and his old face is full of wrinkles, his waist is still straight. And his eyes are still full of energy, as if there is still a lot of vitality.
The old man seemed to have noticed that Qiangu Qitian was looking at him through the camera, and his old face was also pointed at the camera, showing a kind smile:
"Child, open the door."
Qiangu Qitian could feel that the old man's smile seemed forced. It wasn't that he was unwilling, but more like he couldn't even do the simple act of smiling.
And, more importantly, Qiangu Qitian felt that the door could not stop the old man in front of him.
This is not the world in the previous life where the young guy with no martial ethics sneaked into my sixty-nine-year-old comrade. To be able to live for such a long time and still have the same body functions as a normal person must mean that this is the world in front of me. The old man has been practicing for a long time, and his strength will definitely not be lower than that of a titled Douluo.
Qiangu Qitian opened the door with a puzzled look on his face: "Grandpa? Are you looking for me?"
The old man looked down at the six-year-old Qiangu Qitian, his bright eyes seemed to have turned cloudy in just a moment. , becoming no different from an ordinary old man.
After a moment of confusion, tears started to appear in the corners of his wrinkled eyes.
The old man squatted down and looked straight at Qiangu Qitian, putting his hands on Qiangu Qitian's shoulders. Qiangu Qitian could clearly see the remaining moisture in the corners of the old man's eyes.
“Child, is your mother’s name Qiangu Roufeng?”
The old people did not answer Qiangu Qitian's question, but asked instead.
Facing the old man’s question, Qiangu Qitian thought for a while.
Although her mother Qiangu Roufeng also has the surname Qiangu, and her martial spirit may even be the Coiling Dragon Staff, her own talent is definitely not outstanding, and can even be said to be mediocre.
And this old man who looked very powerful did not look like he could be connected with his mother.
In front of this old man, Qiangu Qitian still doesn’t have the courage to lie. His wrinkled eyes give people a feeling that everything has been seen through. The spirit and soul are far beyond that of a six-year-old child, otherwise he would be frightened to tears by these eyes, even if the other person has been very restrained.
If you don’t understand, just tell the truth.
Qiangu Qitian nodded and answered the old man's question in a childish voice: "Yes, she is my mother."
"How are you living here? "
"Okay."
"Is anyone going to make things difficult for you?"
"No."
"..."
The old man asked many trivial things, Qiangu Qitian did not hide anything and answered them all one by one.
He had a hunch that there must be a very close connection between the old man in front of him and his mother Qiangu Roufeng.
This matter of talent inheritance can only be used as a reference. Didn’t the master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect 20,000 years ago also have a son whose innate soul power was less than half a level and whose martial soul failed to mutate?
"Grandpa, do you know my mother? I, I miss her..."
When he said this, Qiangu Qitian's eyes were filled with tears, and there was sadness in his tone, as if he was a lost person. Mommy's boy. Half of it is true feelings, and the other half is the sadness filled by Qiangu Qitian's memories of the sad things in his previous life. In short, there is no trace of falsehood.
Faced with old monsters, any performance will have flaws.
The old man stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Qiangu Qitian's eyes, and comforted: "It's okay, kid, everything is over, you still have me."
"You?"
Qiangu Qitian looked puzzled. He knew that he was about to learn about the relationship between the old man in front of him and himself.
"I am your grandfather, your mother, Qiangu Roufeng, is my daughter."
Sure enough...
Qiangu Qitian's suspicion was confirmed , from the moment they met until now, every move of the old man in front of him has revealed the care of the elders for the younger ones. If he had not thought at all, Zisha would probably be able to reopen again.
Therefore, Qiangu Qitian did not show a surprised expression, but was very calm.
The old man did not expect Qiangu Qitian to have such an expression. On the contrary, he looked a little stunned.
As mentioned before, any performance is ineffective in front of the old man. If Qiangu Qitian pretends to be shocked, it will be a bit artificial. It is better to be natural, so that the initiative is still in his own hands.
"Don't blame me, why do I come to see you after you have been here for three years?"
The old man is a little more curious about Qiangu Qitian.
Qiangu Qitian shook his head: "You may not have known that I came to Spirit Transferring Pagoda before this, or even knew that I existed. You have your own considerations, why should I blame you?"
The old man frowned as he listened to Qiangu Qitian's words. From Qiangu Qitian's childish voice, he could not tell that his grandson was close to his grandfather. Instead, it was more similar to the respect shown by others.
He said he didn't care, but actually he was still complaining, right...
The old man thought in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face, and the wrinkles on his face followed suit. They stick together with a smile, which makes them look even more kind:
"My dear grandson, grandpa has prepared a gift for you. I hope you like it."
After saying that, a box made of sandalwood appeared out of thin air in the old man's hand.
The box is not big, about the size of a palm, and it exudes a faint fragrance.
Qiangu Qitian did not compromise and took the wooden box directly from the old man's hand.
Given by the elders, you cannot refuse.
He did not open the wooden box in front of the old man, but put it away carefully.
"Why don't you open it and take a look?"
Six-year-old children are at the age when they are very curious about everything, and the old man is also a little curious about Qiangu Qitian's behavior.
After Qiangu Qitian put the wooden box into his arms, he replied naturally:
"As long as it is a gift from grandpa, I like it."
Words It's old-fashioned, but it works.
"Your name is Qiangu Qitian, right." The old man continued without waiting for Qiangu Qitian's reply, "I will call you Xiaotian from now on. Tomorrow is the day when your martial spirit awakens. Have a good rest today and keep yourself energetic. Don’t worry too much.”
Qiangu Qitian was not surprised at all that the old man knew his name. He had already found him, so why not check him out?
Qiangu Qitian even guessed that the grandfather who suddenly appeared in front of him knew all the information about the uncle who brought him to the Spirit Transferring Pagoda headquarters three years ago.
"I understand, Grandpa."
Qiangu Qitian nodded.
(End of this chapter)