"Cheng generation?"
This little chubby kid has so background.
At least he's a direct relative within the five branches of the Song family, unlike Song Fan, who belongs to a distant collateral line and doesn't even qualify for ranking.
However, it's hard to determine if he's a transmigrator just from a single push-up.
In his previous life, Chen Shi had seen a martial arts book unearthed from the Ming Dynasty on an archaeology show. It detailed a move called the "Crouching Tiger Technique," which looked no different from a push-up. Such a simple thod of tendon training could be thought of by ancient people in his previous life, so it's even more likely to have been created in the martial arts-flourishing Great Wei.
But it shouldn't hurt to go up and ask.
With that decision made.
Chen Shi walked up and asked with a smile, "Little brother, have you eaten?"
"Eaten?"
The round-faced young boy suddenly stopped his movents, looked up in surprise, and flicked off a string of sweat. "No need, I had lunch before I ca."
The mont Song Chengshan looked up.
Chen Shi was taken aback.
For a mont.
He showed a gentle smile. "I heard your na is Song Chengshan, and you're friends with Song Fan?"
"Yeah." Song Chengshan continued doing rapid push-ups, panting as he spoke, "I've known Xiao Fan since we were four. We're very good friends. And you? I don't think I've ever seen you at the Yun Residence."
Chen Shi replied, "I'm Song Fan's uncle."
Song Chengshan paused for a mont, hesitated slightly, then got up from the ground and respectfully greeted, "Hello, Uncle."
Chen Shi responded with a smile, "It seems you and Song Fan are indeed very good friends."
Song Chengshan nodded vigorously, "Yes, very good friends."
Afterward, Chen Shi chatted briefly with Song Chengshan before leaving under the pretense of having a al.
His mind was filled with growing doubts.
Song Chengshan's chin.
Had a mole...
That black mole, the size of half a soybean.
Instantly reminded Chen Shi of the scar-faced elderly man from sixty years later.
The henchman of the Mastermind.
"Could it really be such a coincidence?"
Chen Shi frowned deeply.
Sixty years later, that scar-faced elderly man could fight on par with Li Wuyi, at the very least a Three Decays Heaven-Human. If he really is this chubby kid, he'd be no more than eighty years old. How could such a young Heaven-Human powerhouse appear so decrepit?
Is the Five Decays Tribulation that outrageous?
Or did he practice so life-draining technique?
Or perhaps, it's just a simple coincidence?
Chen Shi felt the likelihood of it being a coincidence was high. The Song family's number one prodigy, Song Chengming, was only a Three Decays Heaven-Human sixty years later. This chubby kid, being able to play with Song Fan, couldn't have much talent.
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And indeed, that was the case.
Through the keen perception brought by his Supre Golden Bones, Chen Shi discovered that the chubby kid's level of vital qi and blood was about the sa as his when he was at the Skin Refining Stage.
He was truly a good-for-nothing.
In the Song family, those with the na Cheng are within the five branches and are required to start martial training by the age of five. After all these years, the chubby kid was still at the Skin Refining Stage. In terms of being a good-for-nothing, he was on par with Song Fan, which explained why these two "hidden dragons and crouching tigers" could play together.
Even so.
Chen Shi's doubts were not completely dispelled.
After all, anyone associated with the Child of Fortune cannot be judged by common sense.
However, after seeing the mole on Song Chengshan's chin, he was afraid of drawing attention and didn't dare to ask further. This was reality, and there was no room for trial and error.
If he were to investigate, it would have to be in a simulation.
But logically, in the last simulation, he should have noticed this chubby kid. Perhaps it was due to being captivated by beauty and then rushing to the Cursed Land, which led to overlooking this crucial information.
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