Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 93

In an old street in Minzhou City, a teahouse named "Hexutong" just opened, and the owner, Mr. Lu Ande, was sitting at the front desk, listening to Chu Tianjiao talk about what happened some time ago.

"Hahaha... hiccup! Fortunately, they figured it out and eat noodles for mass."

Ender laughed without any scruples, and slapped the table back and forth.

After what happened that year, Ander has never cared about the development of this sect, and allowed it to grow wildly. Now, according to Chu Tianjiao's description, the Dragon Worship Cult that worshiped him back then has evolved into a fusion of Chinese and Western, and merged with the Flying Spaghetti God Sect. The new sect of Essence.

"Old Lu, won't this offend that god?"

Chu Tianjiao looked worried. After all, it was related to whether he could return to the front line and continue to monitor Odin's movements.

"God asks for incense, not to mention that you have carried out his oracle well?"

Ender didn't believe in Bahamut before, and it's not taboo to say it now, Bahamut's favorite thing to do every day is to uphold justice in various worlds and fight against those evil creatures.

In layman's terms, this boss is a good old man like the world's police, and the metal dragon itself doesn't care much about the ceremony.

"Believe me, the world is so big, there are many mass ceremonies that are more ridiculous than eating noodles."

After hearing An De's explanation, Chu Tianjiao finally felt relieved, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"You want to solve the problem of blood, why don't you just come to me?"

Ander asked, but Chu Tianjiao shook his head. It's not that he didn't think about going directly to the ancestor of the dragon descendant, but directly increasing the strength of the true dragon's blood is not without price.

"Old Lu, Xiao Yan is an ordinary person, I don't want to scare him."

After the blood of the real dragon increases, the body will uncontrollably transform into a dragon. Some commissioners of relevant departments have to wear long sleeves and gloves because of the serious dragon transformation.

After all, not everyone can learn the transformation technique.

So Chu Tianjiao chose to use Bahamut's divine power to protect himself instead of increasing the strength of the blood in his body.

"Okay, as long as you know what you want, come and see how my teahouse is doing."

An De took Chu Tianjiao for a stroll around the teahouse. This teahouse was not like some old teahouses nearby. The decoration was quite modern, similar to the sofa booths of a tea restaurant. There were large glass cabinets with wood carvings and tea sets. Large jugs sit behind the bar.

Minzhou pays attention to drinking Kung Fu tea, which is small and exquisite, and pays attention to every move and style, and there is even a tradition of fighting tea.

But Chu Tianjiao could see that this teahouse was more similar to the new style teahouses in the Southwest region. It integrated a chess and card room, a screening room, an Internet cafe, and even two arcade machines.

Ander took out a glass beer mug and made a cup of buckwheat tea for Chu Tianjiao. Chu Tianjiao took the tea cup, took a sip, and said:
"Old Lu, I'm afraid it's not easy to run this teahouse of yours."

"How to say?"

"You're moving the mahjong parlor from the southwest over here, right?"

Ander nodded. A few years ago, when Chu Jie brought his two children back to China to visit relatives, he killed himself in the local mahjong parlor.

Knowing that An De was going to open a teahouse, he volunteered to give him advice, which was based on the mahjong parlor in Southwest China.

"This is your Ms. Chu's idea. She gave me the signboard of Hexutong outside."

Hexutong was a teahouse on Chunxi Road back then. It belonged to Peng Huanzhang, a general of the Sichuan Army at that time, and was also one of the officials of Paogehui.

At that time, the situation was uncertain, and the business of Hexutong gradually declined, so the shopkeeper at that time handed over the signboard, and after many twists and turns, it was in the hands of Tiandihui.

Later, Hexutong never opened again, Chu Jie simply gave the signboard to Ander, and let Hexutong be reborn in Fujian Province.

After listening to An De's story, Chu Tianjiao touched his nose in embarrassment. Chu Jie was his ancestor, so he couldn't say anything, so he changed the subject calmly.

"Why do you want to go back to Fujian?"

Ender rolled his eyes and took a bottle of Pepsi from the back freezer.

"It's not because of that kid Lu Mingfei."

In the final analysis, what happened to Lu Li back then was due to Ander's dragon's breath. Without that blow, Qiao Weini would not have been pregnant for October, so Ander always felt that he owed Qiao Wei Ni a favor.

In addition, Minzhou has been troubled by Odin recently, so I simply spend some time every year in Huaxia, guide the future protagonist, and get rid of the guy hiding in the highway by the way.

The Dragon Clan in the previous life was unfinished, and he didn’t see the finale when he crossed. There are different opinions about Odin’s identity. If you want to understand this world more deeply, Odin may be a better breakthrough.

In recent years, Lu Lincheng has devoted himself to that dog's doomsday faction, and has rarely had contact with Chinese mixed races. Chu Tianjiao only knows that there is such a person in Minzhou, but he has never had a close relationship with him.

"Old Lu, where does that child go to school?"

"Same as your son, Shilan Middle School, just entered the first grade of junior high school."

At this time, Chu Zihang was just in the second year of junior high school, and he belonged to the influential figure on campus. Even if he didn't have the identity of the rich second generation in the original book, he still couldn't hide his mixed-race temperament.

"Then I'll ask Zihang to visit him. Zihang is very popular in Shilan."

"That's all right, but the boy is shy, so don't frighten him."

A few days later, Chu Zihang, who was ordered by his father, walked to Class [-], Grade [-] of Shilan Middle School, intending to visit the son of an old man that his father had mentioned.

Near the classroom, Chu Zihang heard loud shouts in the classroom, as if something fell on the ground.

"My parents are just out on a business trip."

"That's right, we have trouble with our Lu family's Shuangsha, do you want to find a fight?"

Chu Zihang stood by the window and looked in. He saw a circle of people, including several boys.

A little black fat man folded his hands and loudly reprimanded a boy lying on the ground.

A black and thin boy next to him grabbed a man's arm, turned him around, and pressed him against the table.

"Lu Mingfei! Let go, or..."

Lu Mingze turned around and looked at the person who was pressed on the table.

"Otherwise, what about you, you still want to fight us both."

Lu Mingze stretched out his chubby hand and pinched the man's face, which can be said to be innocuous and extremely insulting.

"Otherwise, otherwise...I will sue the teacher."

Lu Mingze patted the man's cheek, and said in a provocative tone:

"Come on, you, fight with me, Mr. Lu, do you have the strength? Just apologize."

Lu Mingfei had just come out of that crazy military training summer camp, and happened to meet a few short-sighted people who came to provoke him, so he teamed up with his cousin to teach these two guys a lesson.

Chu Zihang watched the scene in the classroom, and left silently. Is this the shy boy his father said?
This is really... too "shy".

(End of this chapter)