Chapter 109
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At the same time, Wang Quan, who didn't know whether it was because of the alcohol, was chatting happily and talking freely.
"Son, isn't it a coincidence that your great-grandfather is a psychopath and knew a man named Zhang, and now you also know friends named Zhang. The key is that your friends named Zhang also have a chuunibyou and say the same chuunibyou words as your great-grandfather."
"I am very suspicious now. I suspect that your friend surnamed Zhang might be the great-grandson of your great-grandfather's friend surnamed Zhang."
"By the way, speaking of your psychotic great-grandfather, let me tell you something to cheer you up."
"My grandfather, your great grandfather, held my hand before he died and told me that after he died, I would be the 100th generation head of the Wang family. Oh! Now I remember, the 130th generation head of the family."
Wang Quan laughed, took a big sip of wine, patted his thigh and laughed.
"Son, you don't know, hahahahaha, I was still young at that time, only in high school. When I heard your great-grandfather entrust me with that, I was still a middle school student and thought, could it be that we are really a hidden royal family? I was a little excited."
"Thinking back now, those were my youthful years."
Rogers was also drunk, and when he heard Wang Quan talking about his youthful years, he pulled his shoulder and said
"Wang Quan, I have figured out that your whole family is insane because of your insane grandfather. Hahahaha."
Wang Quan patted Rogers on the forehead.
"Shut up, I am the 130th generation head of the Wang family, how can you talk to me like that, kneel down, I will punish you by plugging your penis into an electric fan."
It was obvious that the two were drunk and started to act crazy.
The two crazy people did not notice that Wang Ping, who was sitting across the table, had a dazed look on his face.
There seemed to be a raging storm in his heart.
Listening to Wang Quan's story, Wang Ping had an unreal feeling as if he had seen someone tearing the devils apart with his own hands and shooting the devils from 800 miles away. Is there really a Taoist Wang family?!
Did his casual nonsense come true?!
Wang Ping's eyes widened and he patted his head. He was very sure that he was not drunk and that his father was not lying.
As the saying goes, truth comes out after drinking, and drunken words are often more true.
The more you think about it, the more you will understand. As he watched, Wang Ping felt his scalp tingling, and he took a breath of cold air.
Was his mouth blessed? The fake identity became the real identity...
In order to find out the truth, Wang Ping suddenly looked at his father. Wang
Quan was having a"fierce battle" with Rogers, one holding a fried fish in one hand and a squid strip in the other.
The two of them collided with the fried fish and squid strips, as if two ancient artifacts were intertwined.
At this time, Wang Quan also had his own dubbing, and made a"kin.kin, kin" sound in his mouth, indicating that it was the sound of weapons colliding with each other.
Don't say it, there is really a sense of déjà vu of two peerless idiots fighting.
Watching the two people fighting fiercely, Wang Ping held his forehead, speechless.
These two old idiots...
Forget it, let's wait until they sober up before asking.
Wang Ping got up and cleaned up, leaving the two halls to make noise.
Not long after, after cleaning up and packing up his father Wang Quan's briefcase.
Hmm?
"What is this?"Wang Ping looked at the stack of photos in his father's briefcase and asked involuntarily.
They were black and white photos. The photos had long turned yellow and were very old, but it could be seen that each photo was well preserved.
Each photo was a group photo of people, with more or less people and all kinds of people.
However, after a closer look at the photos, it can be found that there is an old man in the seemingly various group photos.
This old man appears in every group photo, and because of his big yellow teeth, his smile and his unusual clothes make him recognizable at a glance.
Wang Ping recognized this old man. He had seen it when he was a child. It was the posthumous photo of his great-grandfather that his father Wang Quan showed him.
In the photo, the great-grandfather was wearing Taoist clothes and taking photos with people. He smiled brightly, and looked like an old naughty boy.
"There are words?"
Wang Ping looked at each photo and found that there were words on the back of each photo.
The handwriting on each photo was different. Obviously, it was not written by the same person. Most likely, it was written by the person who took the photo with Grandpa Zeng.
He picked up one of the photos at random.
Focusing on this photo.
This is a photo of Grandpa Zeng and an old man in police uniform.
The old man in police uniform has gray hair on his temples. At such an age, he has not retired yet. It is obvious that he is an official in the police station.
Turning to the back of the photo, there are a few lines of words:
【Thank you for saving my life, Master Wang. I will repay you with gratitude. Guo Fengqi, please leave.
Looking at this photo and the words left behind, Wang Ping couldn't help but sigh.
"It seems that Great Grandpa is not crazy as my father said, but a Taoist priest who likes to help others. Maybe he is even a model Taoist priest."
While sighing, Wang Ping picked up another photo.
This is a photo of Great Grandpa and a little boy.
The little boy's face is still covered with mud, but he does not hide his bright smile at all.
Turning to the back of the photo, there are still a few lines of words written:
【Grandpa Wang taught me that if God wants to give a man a great responsibility, he must first hit his head, tear his bones, and blow up his ancestral graves, so that the hatred value can be maximized. Little egg, stay. 】 I am most afraid that the air will become quiet...
Wang Ping's smile of emotion suddenly froze, and he felt like being slapped in the face by his great grandfather across the Yellow Spring River. It hurts.
After a long time, after looking at one photo after another, Wang Ping came to a conclusion
"Great-grandfather, it's a miracle that you can live to be eighty years old. It seems that my family is indeed a Taoist family with a history of thousands of years."
From the messages on the back of each photo, Wang Ping found that most of the messages were Great-grandfather's famous quotes.
These quotes can be summed up in Wang Ping's words, four words, come out and get beaten.
If anyone implements these quotes, don't even think about it, come out and get beaten.
Wang Ping suspected that if his great-grandfather really acted according to these quotes, without a strong background, he would probably be beaten to the point of paralysis and incontinence.
Finally, after checking each photo again, Wang Ping found nothing else.
The only discovery was that in the previous photo of the little egg, the little egg was holding a piece of talisman paper in his hand.
Looking through a magnifying glass, the talisman paper was exactly the same as the amulet blessed by Wang Ping.
""My great-grandfather knows the long-lost Purple Thunder Talisman?" Wang Ping looked strange.
According to Zhang Hao and his sister, the amulet he made was a long-lost Purple Thunder Talisman, which had been lost for at least a thousand years.
But, his great-grandfather also had a Purple Thunder Talisman?
When Wang Ping found this out, he exclaimed.
"Turtle, this is too good, has my mouth been blessed by Buddhism and Dharma, and has it been consecrated?"
First, it was the Wang family identity, and now it was the purple thunder talisman. The lies he had said before came true one after another.
Now Wang Ping had a feeling.
His great-grandfather seemed to be awesome.
At this moment, Wang Quan, who was already sleeping soundly on the sofa in the hall, suddenly muttered a dream talk, which attracted Wang Ping's attention.
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