Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The three women were close in age and, despite their different nationalities, got along very well and quickly pushed the old man, Xu San, out of the conversation.

Xu San didn't care about these things. After all, there's a generation gap every three years, and he, who was almost forty, was already separated from the young girls in front of him by countless generations.

Time passed slowly, and soon it was 2:30.

After paying the bill, Xu San took Hua Xueling and left the building, heading to the high-speed rail station.

"Hey, Lingling, do you think that Xu San is also a successor of ancient martial arts?" After finishing their meal, Lian Qingqing and Tsunade went to a coffee shop to continue their chat.

Tsunade stirred her coffee and said, "It's true that he's skilled in martial arts. He knows our island nation's sword-drawing technique, and he's quite proficient at it. However, his breathing techniques don't seem to be from our island nation. When he goes to the neighboring county, let Master Lian take a look. He should be able to figure out some of the tricks."

"I'm really curious about that photo he mentioned, and I really hope he can find it."

Tsunade continued stirring her coffee, her mind replaying what Xu San had said earlier that day. She felt that Xu San seemed to be hiding something.

Seeing that Tsunade seemed a little distracted, Ren picked up a spoon and tapped his coffee cup, saying, "What are you thinking about? You don't have a crush on that old man, do you?"

“Oh,” Tsunade paused slightly, her somewhat unfocused gaze refocusing, “Don’t you have this feeling that he doesn’t seem to be from our time?”

"Of course there's a generation gap between us and men in their thirties, but didn't you say you like older men?"

Tsunade picked up her coffee and gently blew on it. "No, there's something I find strange."

"What's so strange? Just say it. Don't keep me in suspense. Is he some kind of spy?" Lian Qingqing said impatiently.

“Your ancestor, Lian Wushang, initially said that you looked somewhat like one of his old friends.”

"Did he say that?" Lian Qingqing blinked, trying to recall Xu San's words, but it seemed like he hadn't said that.

"Regardless of whether he said it or not, he definitely mentioned photos. Don't you think there's something wrong with that?" "What's wrong with that? Cameras existed back then; taking a photo wasn't difficult, was it?"

“It’s not that difficult, but the camera resolution wasn’t high back then. It’s been over eighty years, so even if there were photos, they would definitely be blurry.” Tsunade stirred her coffee a couple more times as she spoke. “The most important thing is that he could recognize at a glance how much you resemble your ancestor, which isn’t something that can be concluded from just one old photo.”

Lian Qingqing took a deep breath and said, "Well, what you said does make some sense. But according to you, he knows my ancestor."

As she spoke, Lian Qingqing suddenly clapped her hands. "I know! He must be a Foundation Establishment Ancestor, an old monster who has lived since the War of Resistance against Japan."

After saying that, Lian Qingqing slowly nodded again, "I was wondering why he always looked at me strangely. That strange look is the look an elder gives his grandson. Every time I go to my grandfather's house, he looks at me like that."

Tsunade rubbed her head and said, "Read less web novels, they're getting sillier and sillier."

"You are looking down on our Chinese culture."

"I mean, be realistic."

"Or maybe he time-traveled?"

Tsunade continued to shake her head.

"Then what do you say it is?"

"Forget it, I can't say for sure, but one thing is certain: he is definitely related to our two families, and this relationship can be traced back to the War of Resistance against Japan, and it may even be related to our two families being on good terms."

"This is too much trouble. Instead of guessing, we might as well just ask them directly." (End of Chapter)