“Why do I have the feeling that this feels like something that came out from the Three Kingdoms?” Ye Xun said as he looked at the house.
“Maybe the person in there is actually a genius, like Zhuge Liang?” Jun Yan said.
“Uncle Ming, are you there?” Huo Yunshen asked as he knocked on the door.
“Yunshen? Come on in,” a deep voice said from inside the house.
Huo Yunshen pushed the wooden door open and in it was a messy room.
Huo Yunshen was already used to the scene, but others were stunned when they saw what was lying everywhere in the house.
They were blueprints and sketches of different weapon designs.
A white-haired old man was at the table drawing on something.
He was Qi Zhengming, Huo Yunshen’s master. If no one knew, they would’ve thought that the old man was some kind of mad scientist.
“Uncle Ming!” Huo Yunshen shouted and did not go in, as there was no place to step.
“I’ve already prepared some food,” Qi Zhengming said, raising his head to look at his visitors. “Why don’t you get something for your friends to eat first?”
Qi Zhengming turned back to what he was drawing after finishing his sentence.
Huo Yunshen did not want to interrupt him and went to the back of the house from the outside.
Behind the house was a small wooden 3-floor hut.
“Your master is kind of weird…” Ye Xun whispered.
“How so?”
“Why is he drawing those weapons here alone?”
“Do you even know where we get our weapons from?” Huo Yunshen asked. “Have you ever wondered who invented the JS-56 bombardment aircraft that you love the most?”
Huo Yunshen was implying that every high-tech weapons that the JS had was designed by Qi Zhengming.
Ye Xun could not hide his excitement the moment Huo Yunshen told him that, so much that he wanted to be Qi Zhengming’s disciple right away.
“Are you serious? Do you think your master would take me in as his disciple too?” Ye Xun asked.
“It all depends on you,” Huo Yunshen said and pointed at a stone wall. “If you can solve all the questions on the wall, you might have a chance.”
Ye Xun quickly jogged over to the wall but almost fainted when he saw the questions.
They were all complicated mathematical questions that only a genius could solve. There was no way that Ye Xun could even answer one of them.
Ye Xun sighed and followed the others into the hut.
A 15 or 16-year-old boy was preparing the table when they entered the dining room.
“Dingding!” Huo Yunshen greeted.
“Dad!” Dingding greeted back. “You’re back! Here! Have a seat!”
“…” Everyone was stunned when they heard the young boy address Huo Yunshen as his father.
Xu Xiyan stared at her husband, her eyes telling him to spit the truth out.
