socalfunplaces Chapter 117 Embarking on the Divine Path, Old Man's Leg Problems Gone! Grandpa Wang Brings Mout
Chapter 117 Embarking on the Divine Path, Old Man's Leg Problems Gone! Grandpa Wang Brings Mout
The renovation of the courtyard house was carried out at an unbelievably fast pace in the hands of the "miracle renovation team".
In just half a day, the entire courtyard had been completely transformed.
That new wall, built of celestial palace gold bricks, gleamed in the sunlight without glaring light, only radiating a warm and understated brilliance. The brick joints were as fine as hair, making the entire wall a seamless, unified whole.
Aldebaran even used his divine power to inscribe an invisible layer of defensive runes inside the wall.
In his own words, even if a spaceship's main cannon were to fire a shot at this wall now, it would at most leave a white mark.
At the entrance of the courtyard, the path paved with rainbow bridge crystals has also been completed.
The Saints were exceptionally meticulous, using the leftover scraps to create a flower bed, in which they transplanted some flowers and plants from the corner of the yard. Nourished by the aura of the Tree of Life, these mortal plants now exuded an extraordinary spiritual energy.
Lin Fan, with his hands behind his back, strolled around his "new home" like a retired cadre inspecting a construction site, his face beaming with undisguised satisfaction.
"Yes, that's fine."
He walked to the golden wall and tapped it with his finger.
"Thump—"
A muffled thud, surprisingly carrying the lingering resonance of an ancient bell.
"Aldebaran, your bricklaying skills are pretty good. I think they're even sturdier than the walls of the Forbidden City."
The burly Taurus man, flattered by the praise, scratched the back of his head, grinned like a child who had just received candy, and said, "It's all thanks to your excellent guidance, sir!"
Lin Fan strolled to the courtyard gate and stepped on the colorful crystal path.
"Hmm, this road is fine too."
A warm and comfortable energy surged up from the soles of his feet, making all 36,000 pores on his body open comfortably.
"They feel great on my feet. I won't need to wear shoes anymore when I go out for a walk."
Hearing the teacher's affirmation, the other workers in the courtyard were all honored and became even more motivated.
In their hearts, being able to use their own divine power to contribute to their husband's retirement life is the highest honor that surpasses everything else.
The atmosphere inside the courtyard was peaceful and harmonious.
Suddenly, a very light and restrained knocking sound came from the front door.
"Thump, thump-thump".
"Who is it?" Lin Fan asked without looking up.
Aiolia, who was in charge of security, strode over and opened the door.
Outside the door, Old Wang stood there, looking completely lost.
He was carrying a basket containing a bottle of Moutai with a yellowed label, and next to it were several food containers filled with freshly cooked, steaming hot home-style dishes.
"Uncle Wang?" Aiolia recognized the old man who always lurked around on the wall. "What's up?"
His tone wasn't exactly warm, but it was a world of difference compared to how he had addressed the Asgardian with the hammer.
After all, this was Mr.'s ordinary neighbor.
"I...I'm looking for Xiao Fan."
Old Wang was so dazzled by Aiolia's gleaming gold armor that he didn't dare to look up. His gaze was fixed on his toes, and his voice was barely audible.
"Let him in," Lin Fan's voice came from inside the courtyard.
Aiolia then stepped aside to make way for him.
Old Wang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and with a sense of reverence as if he were entering a grand palace, he began to stride forward.
The moment his cloth shoes stepped onto that colorful crystal path, his whole body trembled violently!
An indescribable warm current, vast and gentle, full of boundless vitality, rushed from the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot straight to the top of his head!
His joints, stiffened by age, instantly became lively under the rush of this airflow.
The old leg pain that had tormented him for over a decade was now completely enveloped in warmth, all the soreness and numbness disappeared, and he felt indescribably comfortable!
"This...this road..."
Old Wang stared wide-eyed at the shimmering crystal pavement beneath his feet, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.
This isn't a road!
This is clearly the spiritual vein of a celestial abode from mythology!
Just stepping on it and walking a couple of steps is more effective than all the physical therapy he's had and all the tonics he's taken combined!
"Uncle Wang, don't stand at the door, come in and sit down."
Lin Fan sat at the newly installed stone table in the courtyard, fiddling with a new tea set, and waved to Old Wang.
Old Wang snapped out of his daze and almost ran to the stone table, where he respectfully placed the basket in his hand.
"Little...no! Master Lin...Master Lin!"
Old Wang's voice trembled uncontrollably, "I...I brought you some snacks to go with your drinks, just a little something...a small token of my appreciation, please...please don't find it offensive."
He even used the title "master".
In his mind, this Lin family boy was no longer a martial arts master, but a living immortal! Calling him "Master" was already him shamelessly trying to curry favor.
Lin Fan glanced at the Moutai and side dishes on the table, then looked at Old Wang's trembling and almost prostrating appearance, and chuckled.
"Uncle Wang, what are you up to? You're putting on this act with your own nephew."
He picked up the bottle of Moutai and examined it for a moment. "Wow, this liquor has been around for quite some time. Did you bring me all your most treasured possessions?"
"Of course! Of course!" Old Wang bowed repeatedly, his back almost bent at a ninety-degree angle. "It's its good fortune to have caught the master's eye!"
"Alright, alright, stop calling me 'Master,' it sounds weird." Lin Fan put down his wine and pointed to the stone bench opposite him. "Sit down, sit down and let's talk. If you keep being so polite, I might kick you out."
Seeing that Lin Fan's tone was amiable and he didn't seem angry, Old Wang became timid and cautious, only touching the edge of the stool with half of his buttocks, his body as taut as a steel bar.
Lin Fan picked up the teapot and poured him a cup.
"Try it, it's new tea."
Looking at the clear, emerald-green tea in the cup, exuding a unique herbal fragrance, Old Wang's hand holding the cup almost went numb.
He would never forget his experience of drinking this tea last time.
He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist the temptation and brought it to his lips, taking a small sip.
boom!
The familiar, powerful energy once again exploded within his internal organs!
But this time, he was prepared, and he felt that his body was able to withstand this strange power even more than before.
As the warm current rolled over him, he felt his vision clear and his whole body brimming with inexhaustible energy, as if he had become twenty years younger.
"What wonderful tea! It's truly divine tea!" Old Wang exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
He looked at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with even greater awe.
Who else but a true deity could use such a divine object as their daily sustenance?
"Master Lin..." Old Wang finally mustered all his courage and asked in a trembling voice, "You...who exactly are you...?"
"I?"
Lin Fan smiled; he knew exactly what Old Wang wanted to ask.
He put down his teacup, looked up at the azure sky, and spoke in a leisurely tone.
"I'm just an ordinary retired old man."
"But..."
Lin Fan paused, then slowly added:
"My retirement life is probably a little bit more exciting than other people's."
Old Wang: "..."
He subconsciously looked around.
Not far away, a burly man was easily turning over the soil with a black hoe that could shatter bluestone slabs, preparing to start a vegetable garden.
Another golden-armored deity was humming a song as he used golden bricks from the celestial palace to build the outer wall of the outhouse.
He looked down at the path beneath his feet, a divine treasure that could cure rheumatism with a single step.
Old Wang felt that the "little bit" that Lin Fan mentioned was probably not the same unit of measurement as the "little bit" he understood.