This young insect catcher is as steady as an old dog

The old man, the God of Dionysus, drank a glass of wine. Although Zhang Dazhuang's revelation just now made him feel more relaxed, the pressure came back as soon as Zhang Dazhuang left.

Not long after, Old Man Wang took his grandfather's tablet again and placed it on the stone table in the yard.

Instead of yelling like in the past, the old man Wang whispered to the spirit seat: "Grandpa, what do you think about this matter? He is a senior trainer. He can be the mayor of Kunshan Town when he is sent down. He insists on worshiping his grandson and me as a teacher, but how can I teach him anything?"

"My elf, Xiaofeng, is not bad. Although I have reached the full level, it seems that I have spoiled it recently. The patterns on my whole body are crooked. I have raised it and abandoned it. You said that you are wronging me by asking me to be your teacher?"

"You said that when I gave the little bee to Wang Qing, he just didn't want it, and now I guess he can't take it anymore... Your words are a bit off, the main thing is this Wang Hu."

"You said that I told him that I was a parallel importer. Why didn't he listen, and kowtowed when he disagreed with me. He was more grandson than his grandson. Don't you think he is mentally ill?"

"It's nothing right now, but if his brain disease recovers in the future, our old Wang family must be wiped out?"

"Even if we don't fall to the point where our family is ruined, if I say a word, the ancestral land of our old Wang's family will be gone."

"At that time, it will not only be me, but also Wang Qing and Xiaobing. I will also become a sinner of the old Wang's family."

"Wang Qing's child has already been admitted to the Elf Academy. After graduation, he will be helped by Lao Xia. The future is bright. This child said that he can build a bee farm in the village in the future, but why did this happen suddenly?"

Old man Wang rubbed his head with a sad face.

The little old man returned to the room quickly, took out the envelope and letter paper, and planned to write a letter to Lao Xia, asking Lao Xia what he could do.

But after writing a few words, old man Wang sighed and tore up the letter paper.

Lao Xia was his best friend when he was young, and under his thick skin, he was extremely grateful for being able to give his grandson a hand, and he didn't want to cause Lao Xia any trouble because of it.

The old man, the king of wine, continued to drink a glass of white wine, and then with the help of his little wrist, he came to his own field one kilometer away with a flashlight.

At this time, the promising young man was still working in the field and staying up late.

The young man's name is Wang Hu, twenty-five years old, he is Wang Zhi's cousin, a descendant of Uncle Wang Zhongtian's line.

When Wang Hu came to Baishi Village, he decided to take the hermit Wang Yaozu as his teacher.

This is an opportunity Grandpa Wang Hu won for Wang Hu, and he has already obtained Wang Zhongtian's permission.

The old Tianwang also met Wang Hu in person, told the whole story of the matter, and told him not to publicize the matter of the hidden master.

The big merchants are weak, surrounded by great powers, and the Wang family is loyal and loyal, with no intention of serving the country, but there is always nothing to do, and most of the time they are in a hurry.

Wang Hu's task is to try every means to worship under the sect of Wang Yaozu, a hermit expert, and become Wang Yaozu's disciple.

This is Wang Hu's opportunity and also his mission.

In the words of the old heavenly king, one hair will affect the whole body, as long as Wang Hu can worship Wang Yaozu's sect, and then have a good relationship with Wang Yaozu, when Wang Hu is in danger, Wang Yaozu will not ignore it.

Wang Zhongtian believes that as long as Wang Yaozu's blood is not cold, then he will definitely come out of the mountain.

And if Wang Yaozu's blood is cold, no matter how exciting it is, it's useless, and he's blind...

...

In short, Wang Hu, who was entrusted with a special mission, knew that it would not be so easy to become a teacher.

He knelt on his knees three days ago, but the other party didn't say anything, but kept saying that he was just an ordinary farmer, with only two elves in total, and told him not to be a teacher, and he was a senior trainer, so it was really inappropriate to ask for a teacher.

Wang Hu had expected this, and Wang Hu also thought of something when he looked at Wang Yaozu.

He wears the badge of a senior trainer to show Wang Yaozu his strength, but Wang Yaozu may be a little disgusted with the status of a senior trainer.

Wang Hu speculated that something might have happened in the alliance between the hidden royal family and the Great Merchant Elf.

So in the afternoon three days ago, in front of Wang Yaozu, a hermit master, Wang Hu picked up a large bluestone on the side of the road and threw it at his golden badge.

While smashing, he announced to Wang Yaozu that he gave up his status as a senior trainer.

As a result, Wang Yaozu had just smashed it twice, and Wang Yaozu told him to stop, and then took his golden badge away.

From Wang Hu's point of view, Wang Yaozu, an expert in the hidden world, should have some special feelings for the Great Merchants Alliance, otherwise he would not be stopped from destroying the badge.

In this way, Wang Hu continued to kneel outside the Wang's house.

In Wang Hu's heart, he planned to kneel here for more than ten days, or even a month or two. If Wang Yaozu was not moved, he would think of other ways.

But Wang Hu didn't expect that he just knelt for a day and a night, and the next afternoon, the drunken hermit gave him a test - farming.

Wang Hu felt that there must be some kind of deep meaning in going to the field to farm, and he needed to comprehend it.

Then Wang Hu saw the rumored Haoli.

The movements of hoeing and shoveling grass are smooth and flowing, and the simple movements have a unique rhythm, giving him a feeling of spiritual purification.

Wang Hu knew that his first lesson had already begun.

Wang Hu's brain is stupid, and he can't understand some things clearly, but he has strong perseverance, so even when it's dark, he still works hard in the fields.

A little light appeared in the distant fields.

Wang Hu's body trembled slightly, and with the light of the flashlight, he saw that Haoli, and also saw his future master Wang Yaozu.

Hard work pays off.

Wang Yaozu knew about his hard work, and Wang Yaozu's appearance undoubtedly gave Wang Hu a great encouragement.

The ground was a bit cold at night, but the soil brought out by waving and hoes gave off a unique fragrance. At this moment, Wang Hu seemed to feel some kind of pulsation of the ground.

Wang Hu found himself enlightened.

He seemed to feel something special between heaven and earth, he seemed to touch it, but he didn't touch it.

When Wang Hu came back to his senses in a trance, Wang Yaozu, the hermit master, had already left.

Wang Hu clenched his fists, the night was still long, he would be exhausted from working in the fields, and tried to get Wang Yaozu to accept him as a disciple as soon as possible.

Even if he is not accepted as an apprentice, as long as he works on this land, he will reap a lot.

...

There was a crackling sound.

In the Wang family's courtyard, the old man Wang smashed the wine glass to pieces on the ground.

"He's just out of his mind!"

The old man Wang complained about his grandfather Wang Guangzong's memorial tablet. He didn't care about working during the day, but he was still working in the field at night. It was impossible to describe it in words.

Wang Hu, as his name suggests, is really a tiger.

However, thinking of Wang Hu's elves, Old Man Wang shrank his neck unconsciously. There were vicious Gyarados, Charizards, Sonic Dragons, and a Thorn Dragon King.

Just these few gaudy dragon elves, what's wrong with going there, what kind of teacher should I ask him to worship?

The eight generations of their old Wang's family were all farmers in Baishi Village. The most promising one was his grandfather Wang Guangzong. Who would this Wang Hu look for? Why did he choose their family?

gurgling...

A large bottle of wine poured into his stomach continuously, and the old man, the God of Dionysus, was drunk again...