Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 524: How is this little thing so big?

Chapter 524: How is this little thing so big?

"He grew to the size of an eight-year-old in three days?"

Zhang San listened to Xing Luohou’s words with a face full of shock.

Had it not been for the conversations along the way, which made him feel that Xing Luohou’s mind was quite normal, Zhang San would have cursed out loud by now!

Is this how you brag?

However, as Xing Luohou led Zhang San into a tent, Zhang San was stunned to see a boy looking about eight years old reading a book.

Next to his desk, a pile of books was stacked.

"Brother Zhang San, would you have thought my son grew to the appearance of an eight-year-old just three days after he was born? He never forgets what he sees and learns everything incredibly fast!"

"On the night my son was born, some saw a fiery meteor falling from the sky. Endless auspicious clouds appeared around it and lingered for a long time."

"Even though his mother is no longer with us due to complications during childbirth, I still feel that my son is a gift bestowed upon me by the heavens. That’s why I named him—Ming Chasha."

At this moment, Zhang San squatted down and glanced at Ming Chasha, who was engrossed in reading.

This isn’t any Ming Chasha!

This is clearly Yuwen Ming!

Zhang San had initially thought that when Yuwen Ming left the Capital, he went to connect with the remnants of the Yuwen Imperial Clan, found a place to lie low, and slowly gathered strength to eventually oppose the Great Sui and reclaim the world.

But it never crossed his mind that Yuwen Ming would be reincarnated, and even reincarnated as the grandson of Tujue Khan Muzhen!

Little guy, you’re doing well!

"Little one, come, call me uncle!"

Zhang San said to Ming Chasha with a big smile.

At that moment, Ming Chasha heard the familiar voice, raised his head to look at Zhang San, who was watching him, and a flash of anger and shock flickered through his eyes.

Then he smiled and glanced at Xing Luohou beside him, asking, "Who is this gentlemen?"

Xing Luohou knew his son was still young, and even though he had grown to the size of an eight-year-old, he still refused to call him father or grandpa.

But that was fine, his son was a genius.

It was normal for a genius to be a bit abnormal.

"Son, this is a new friend of your father’s, named Zhang San, who comes from the Land of the Midday Sun, the People of the Great Sui. His archery, like your grandpa’s, is second to none."

Upon hearing this, Ming Chasha looked at Zhang San, nodded slightly as a greeting, and then lowered his head to continue reading.

Zhang San wanted to tease Ming Chasha a bit more when he saw him remaining silent.

After all, chances to have him call Zhang San ’uncle’ were rare.

On second thought, however,

Ming Chasha was now Xing Luohou’s son, and Zhang San was in Xing Luohou’s territory, so it would be better to not show off too much.

Thus, Zhang San didn’t say much else but turned to Xing Luohou and said, "Congratulations! Your son is so handsome! He will certainly do great things in the future! Look at me—I’m good-looking, and now I’m very powerful, aren’t I?"

Although Xing Luohou didn’t understand what being good-looking had to do with being powerful,

he was nevertheless pleased to hear Zhang San’s words praising his son.

"Come, let’s find a place to drink properly. My child still wants to continue reading."

Saying this, Xing Luohou took Zhang San out of Ming Chasha’s tent.

After they left, Ming Chasha glared fiercely in the direction of the doorway.

He had never expected to encounter Zhang San here.

Even though Zhang San hadn’t said anything just now, Ming Chasha was certain that Zhang San had recognized him.

But no matter. What could recognition do?

He had already, through reincarnation, completely merged one-tenth of the Great Sui’s Qi Luck into himself, making it his own Qi Luck.

Furthermore, having been born as the son of Xing Luohou and endowed with the Qi Luck of the Tujue grassland tribes, allowed his own Qi Luck to soar once again.

Once he had grown up, hmmm...

Zhang San went out to drink with Xing Luohou.

Xing Luohou found Zhang San to be very straightforward. Although their relations were antagonistic, Zhang San wasn’t like other people of the Great Sui he had met, who never spoke a single truthful word.

Zhang San also felt that, although Xing Luohou was quite a good person, he was rather rational and had his own principles and convictions.

This was why Zhang San gradually steered the conversation towards archery.

In fact, after they both drank to their hearts’ content, they even began to exchange and compare their archery techniques.

Zhang San discovered that the Tujue people had not really studied archery in depth. They were only superior in archery to the soldiers of the Great Sui because they had been polishing their skills for a very, very long time.

However, when it came to systematic archery theory, the other side was not as adept as himself.

Therefore, Zhang San shared some tips on how to shoot quickly from popular archery techniques with Xing Luohou.

Xing Luohou did not expect that Zhang San would actually be willing to teach him what he knew. Therefore, he decided to also share his own skills with Zhang San.

"Zhang San, I will teach you a method too, but it’s not archery, it’s sound-based location identification."

Zhang San smiled and said, "Sound-based location identification? I can also do that!"

Xing Luohou shook his head, his face arrogant as he said, "My sound-based location identification is different from what you imagine. Zhang San, you must know that on the vast grasslands, with the roaring wind and grass everywhere, can you truly hear every sound coming from any direction?"

These words indeed shocked Zhang San.

The environments where he had fought before definitely did not have roaring winds like the grasslands.

Moreover, the grasslands were filled with grass, which actually reduces sound.

Thus, Zhang San began to seek advice from Xing Luohou.

Soon, Zhang San realized that what Xing Luohou was actually listening to was not just sounds, but the vibrations in the air, using the tremors to perceive and judge.

This was indeed something Zhang San had never thought of before, but after trying it out, he found that this way was indeed more effective for detecting surroundings on the grassland terrain.

After expressing his gratitude, Zhang San glanced at the setting sun and knew it was time to take his leave.

"We are friends now, Xing Luohou. Tell me which nearby tribes are yours, and I promise not to raid them later."

On hearing this, Xing Luohou burst into laughter.

"If I said that all the Tujue tribes of the entire grassland are mine! Then wouldn’t you, Zhang San, have nothing to raid?"

Xing Luohou knew that his words were merely meant to protect the tribes he was familiar with; other tribes would still suffer.

But then Zhang San said, "Alright! For ten days! I promise not to raid the grasslands for ten days! I bid you farewell!"

Having said that, Zhang San turned and left.

Watching Zhang San’s retreating figure, Xing Luohou couldn’t quite decide whether to treat someone like Zhang San as a friend or as an enemy.

At that moment, Xing Luohou’s men approached.

"Prince, this man is truly thick-skinned, insisting on coming along. If he discovers the strengths and weaknesses of our tribe, wouldn’t that be dangerous?"

Xing Luohou shook his head and said in a low voice, "No. Although Zhang San is our enemy, he is forthright. He won’t stoop to such actions. Moreover, he promised me that he would not raid the grassland for ten days. I believe he will keep his word."

"But if we kill him, he will never again think of raiding the grasslands, wouldn’t that be better?"

Xing Luohou shook his head and said softly, "Do you think I haven’t discussed this with the Grand Offerer from the Purple Mansion Realm in our tribe? There is a powerful protector behind Zhang San."

At this moment, in the white mist high in the sky, Xuanwu glanced toward Xing Luohou’s tribe.

However, her gaze remained fixed on Ming Chasha.

On him, Xuanwu could sense a powerful Qi Luck, comparable to the Qi Luck of an entire small country, now concentrated on one child.

This was by no means a simple matter!