Before Sun Lian's words were met, Wang Chun said again:

"The old man knows that life is short. The old man knows that life is composed of one story after another. If life is exhausted just one story, then I am sorry for countless stories in life in addition to this."

At this moment, there seemed to be traces of tears at the corner of Sun Lian'er's eyes.

Wang Chun chased after him and said:

"Brother Sun, you will never let yourself go? What will happen if your brother Sun smiles? Will the sky collapse? Will the ground crack? The sky collapses, just because your brother Sun smiles?"

Wang Chun tried his best to help Sun Lianyuan get out of the predicament.

Wang Chun knew the feeling of falling into the quagmire of boundless darkness, and also knew how difficult it was to get out of the quagmire of boundless darkness.

Similarly, Wang Chun absolutely knew what it would feel like after walking out of the boundless abyss. They were two worlds, two worlds like heaven and hell.

When Wang Chun saw Sun Lianao, he was like seeing his former self.

No matter Sun Lianao or the other three families present, Wang Chun's eyes are the same other self.

However, the other three families have already come out, and only Sun Lianao is still in the quagmire of the past, constantly punishing himself back and forth.

Wang Chun lived in his seventies, but he didn't know how many years he could live. Wang Chun dared not imagine the longevity of Mr. Su, the Pixnet Villa.

Therefore, in Wang Chun's limited life, if we can help Sun Lianao get out of the quagmire of the past, start a new life again, and welcome a new story.

It will be one of the most meaningful and proudest things that Wang Chun will have in his life.

With Wang Chun's uninterrupted reassurance, Sun Lianao seemed to have some enlightenment. The dull expression on his face improved a lot, and there was some brilliance in his eyes.

Sun Lianarao hugged Wang Chun and said:

"Uncle Wang's thoughts, my nephew knows it. Uncle Wang don't worry, my nephew will definitely not let Uncle Wang's efforts go in vain."

Seeing that Sun Lianao was really different from the dullness he had just now, Wang Chun felt very happy. He laughed:

"Brother Sun is a joke! Old man, I don't have so many abilities. Brother Sun is an extraordinary person. As long as Brother Sun is willing, there is no way to see through these small things. The old man is just old and likes to nag a few words."

Wang Chun was very happy, even happier than Sun Lianao.

The happiness generated by helping others is an indescribable feeling of happiness that arises from the heart.

The happiness generated by helping others is beautiful, happy and quiet.

Especially when you meet someone who knows how to be grateful, this beautiful, joyful, and quiet inner happiness will be doubled.

It seems like entering another incredible state.

Wang Chun shouted loudly:

"Today, the old man is here, so our four families will find a restaurant for lunch. We will be more energetic and then go to celebrate Uncle Su's birthday!"

After Wang Chun finished speaking, he turned to his grandson Wang Xiang and said:

"Good granddaughter, today's wine pouring is yours. After a while, a few of us adults drink, you pour the wine aside. Before we get well, you can only pour us wine."

Wang Xiang said anxiously:

"Grandpa! Why?"

Wang Chundao:

"Just because I am your grandpa!"

Wang Xiang said:

"Grandpa, if you do this, I will complain to my parents when I go back."

Wang Chundao:

"It is a blessing for the good granddaughter to be able to pour wine for these people. Your parents must be like grandpa here. Maybe you will even ask them to beat the legs of these uncles and aunts."

Wang Xiang lost his temper, digging his mouth and saying nothing.

Zhu Pengyuan's family of three, Wang Xiaorang's mother

Zi and Sun Lianao smiled faintly when they saw this.

The four families living in seclusion in the martial arts world rushed to a small tavern in Sutaicheng.

...

In the afternoon, Sutai City was full of carriages, with a total of one or two hundred carriages of all sizes.

Larger carriages can pull more than a dozen people, smaller carriages can pull four or five people, and the smallest carriages can only pull two or three people.

These carriages are extremely luxuriously decorated regardless of size.

The martial arts people who came to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Subu Villa, each got on the carriage and headed to Subu Villa outside Sutai City.

Among them, the four families living in seclusion in the martial arts world, Wang Chun and his grandson, Zhu Pengyuan and his family of three, Wang Xiaorang and his son and Sun Lianao, rode the most luxurious carriage.

It is far better than the carriages that other people who come to celebrate their birthdays.

From this, we can see that in the martial arts world, everything is based on martial arts as the final criterion.

If it weren't for the most powerful martial arts of the five authentic sects and the six demons, they would not have become the authority of the entire martial arts world at all. They are qualified and responsible for maintaining the balance of the entire martial arts world.

Prestige is very important in the world, but martial arts is more important than prestige.

Prestige depends on the comprehensiveness of character, reputation, and the level of dealing with people.

And martial arts are pure, no matter how pure it is, whoever is higher or lower, the truth will be seen by his subordinates.

Those with high martial arts skills are alive.

He has low martial arts skills and is dead.

Prestige can make others willing to die.

And martial arts are not enough to make people die.

For Wang Chun, the four families who lived in seclusion martial arts, there was no need for prestige at all.

All you need is martial arts that no one dares to oppose himself.

And just so happens that these four companies have this strength to a certain extent.

As long as we don’t provoke the five authentic and six demonic paths, no one in the world dares to fight against the four schools who live in seclusion in the world.

...

In Subu Villa, the five authentic and six demonic people are drinking tea desperately, all of whom are drinking strong tea.

In order to scrape out the oil in your stomach, black tea and black tea have been brewed in the same color.

No one went to eat the snacks prepared by Vegetarian Villa at noon.

Everyone knows that they must not eat at noon and drink strong tea to empty their stomachs. This way, they can leave free space and celebrate the birthday of the old man of the Su family in the evening.

If you don’t eat or drink at night, or if there are a lot of food left on the table, it will be very unfair to give Subu Villa a very bad situation.

Since everyone is here, they have to support them to the end and must do this successfully.

The people in Liuyun Mountain are no exception.

Han Molin was leading Dongfang Wan, Ping Ziyan and Lin Zhanqing to drink strong tea desperately.

Han Molin had just drank a large bowl of strong tea and ordered:

"Mr. Dongfang's niece and Mr. Ping, you must drink more strong tea now and clear your stomach and intestines. We will support the Su family in the evening and eat as much as possible. We seem to be happy. The Su family is well entertained."

Dongfang Wan is also a little fatter than when she first came to Subu Villa, and she looks about three or four pounds. At this time, she had just drunk a large bowl of strong tea and said:

"Don't worry, Uncle Han, I will."

Ping Ziyan is now fat, she is much fatter than Dongfang Wan, about less than ten kilograms. She swallowed two big bowls of strong tea and said:

"Uncle Han, please be fine! I will eat and drink more at night, so that Subu Villa will definitely feel that we are very welcome!"

Lin Zhanqing sat lazily, drank a large bowl of strong tea, but didn't say anything.

Han Molin saw Lin Zhanqing's appearance and was a little unhappy and said:

"Lin Zhanqing, why don't you talk? The four of us will count you

Lin Zhanqing has the greatest appetite. At night, if any of us can't eat, we will point to you, Boy Lin, to help us eat. You have to perform well!"

Lin Zhanqing said with half lifting his eyelids,

"I understand, Master."

Han Molin looked at Lin Zhanqing, a lazy foodie, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"I usually dislike Lin Zhanqing for eating too much and spending too much food. Unexpectedly, Lin Zhanqing's big appetite has become a savior. As long as Lin Zhanqing is here, there will definitely be no worries about no one eating the food."

Even because Lin Zhanqing has a strong appetite, many people nowadays are asking Han Molin to sit at a table with Han Molin and Lin Zhanqing.

Han Molin also made a small profit because of this.

Seeing Lin Zhanqing's lazy look, Han Molin felt a little embarrassed and said:

"Lin Zhanqing, did you hear it? Master, I'll ask you to eat more at night, so we'll support the Su family."

Lin Zhanqing tilted his lips, he smirked and said:
To be continued...