"They don't care. They want as many practitioners as possible. Only they have the white crystals that we must rely on for our cultivation..."
A flash of light flashed in Wang Guoyu's mind, "Oops, Zhuzi, can't this be drugs? No, I have to go get it tested."
Wang Guoyu, who suspected that he had misused drugs, was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and ran out the door in a hurry. "Zhuzi, don't run around at home. Don't worry, dad won't give you away. Just stay at home and don't touch those things."
Wang Jingzhu:......
Not far after running out the door, Wang Guoyu turned around and came back.
"Dad, aren't you going to get tested?"
"I thought about it carefully. It is impossible for drug dealers to master the technology that allows people to learn a skill in an instant. If this technology is available, there is no need to sell drugs with their heads up."
Dad's IQ was finally online. Wang Jingzhu chuckled and took out a jade slip. "I also have a book of combat skills here. Do you want to learn it together?"
"study!"
Wang Jingzhu guided the Jade Slips of Chasing the Wind Sword and gave her father the initiation.
Wang Guoyu was still worried that it was an hallucination, so he set up a reader on his mobile phone and confirmed that he had indeed learned a profound swordsmanship in ten minutes. He couldn't help but marvel. He marveled and then complained.
"These strangers are so selfish! They refuse to show off such a magical skill. If children can study like this, wouldn't everyone be a postdoctoral fellow?"
"Dad, please work harder. I heard that as long as your cultivation level is high enough, you will naturally be able to make jade slips."
"real?"
"It must be true. Dad, our country's education depends entirely on you!"
Wang Guoyu stared. How many jade slips can he make by himself? There are hundreds of millions of students across the country...
"Zhuzi, I thought about it. If I have 1,000 white crystals, I can not only call your mother, Xiaoxian, and your brother, but also your Subo and your master to practice together. There is strength in numbers, and everyone If I help you, your task will be easier.”
Wang Jingzhu: "Well, I listen to dad."
Wang Guoyu smiled sheepishly. "Our three families have been working together as brothers since your great-grandfather's generation. Your grandfather died early, and your grandmother was frail and sick. If it weren't for your Grandpa Liu and Grandpa Su to support me, I wouldn't have grown up at all. How could I have survived? Can I have you? They also taught me how to sing and teach me how to support my family, and they were so kind to me."
Wang Jingzhu pouted. "Dad, our three families are close. It's obviously the bond between you, Master, and Uncle Su that we were beaten together when we were young. It has to be related to the bond between the two late grandfathers."
Wang Guoyu was anxious. "What does it mean to be beaten together? We beat others! Let me tell you, Zhuzi, when we were young, I, your master, and you, Uncle Sub, were the three little bullies on this street..."
Wang Jingzhu covered her mouth and laughed.
Subo once got drunk and said: We were too naughty when we were young. In the troupe, there are rules passed down from generation to generation, which require you to press down on the bench, take off your pants, and spank your buttocks. Those who made mistakes together would lie down in a row and be beaten together. My father and Uncle Liu couldn't hold down our three children at the same time. As soon as he pushed me down, Guoyu picked up his pants and ran away. Just as Liu Shu brought Guoyu back, Zhuzhu disappeared again. Later, my father came up with an evil idea and tied the three of us in a circle and whipped us with small bamboo sticks. The three of us just jumped, jumped, and hid in circles...
Thinking about that scene, Wang Jingzhu wanted to laugh.
But every time Uncle Su was very proud and said how smart he was. Every time he saw the bamboo stick falling, he would pull Wang Guoyu and jump around in a circle. The two of them jumped away. Master Liu Zhu didn't want to move, so he could only follow the circle. Then by chance, he hit a bamboo stick as soon as he turned around, and then hit another bamboo stick when he turned around. Therefore, every time he was beaten, Master received the most.
Wang Guoyu and Wang Jingzhu couldn't explain clearly, their faces turned red, stamped their feet, turned around and left. "I'm going to buy a drink."
Damn it, why are you talking about wine again?
It's all because of Su Qianjin's big mouth. When he was drunk, he would grin and talk about how he was beaten on a stool every day. It was obviously us who beat up others first, so... Let’s not talk about how majestic the brothers were when they beat people together, or how miserable the beatings were. Really!
There is a supermarket across the street.
Wang Guoyu came back soon with a box of liquor and a box of milk.
After putting down the liquor and milk, Wang Guoyu pulled Wang Jingzhu to the room upstairs and closed the door.
"Zhuzi, isn't the rice you bought for your family special? This month, you and I have gotten much better. My strength has also increased a lot. In the past, my voice would break when I hit the high notes. Now, it's easy. Just go up.”
Isn’t it obvious that Lingmi is special? Whose rice is cooked in a pressure cooker for two hours, but it won’t be cooked without a pressure cooker?
Wang Jingzhu nodded. "Well, it's the spiritual rice given by a foreigner. It's more nutritious than ordinary rice and has health-preserving effects."
"I just thought about it carefully. Zhuzi, I can trust you, Uncle Subo, and your master, but the passing geese will leave their traces."
"If you are not afraid of thieves, you are afraid that thieves will miss you. If someone accidentally lets someone know that you are the source of these good things... they will probably cause trouble for you if they can't find the stranger behind you."
Wang Jingzhu smiled. "Dad, don't worry. They can't do anything to me."
Wang Guoyu ignored Wang Jingzhu's confidence. "From now on, you can no longer say that you came into contact with a stranger. You have to say that it was your brother. Later, your mother and Xiaoxian came back and said the same thing. The fewer people who know, the better. I will go find your brother tomorrow and ask him He took care of it."
Wang Jingzhu fell silent.
She has been taking the blame for Wang Jingbo since she was a child.
Every time Wang Jingbo secretly took family money and went out to play games, he said he was buying food for her.
Every time Wang Jingbo broke something, he would coax her to recognize it. Every time...if I talk too much, I will cry.
"Do you understand? Your brother was chosen by a stranger and became a disciple of the stranger. After your brother learned it, he passed it on to you and me."
Wang Jingzhu couldn't help but remind her father: "Even if I start practicing immediately, my cultivation level will be lower than mine..."
Wang Guoyu interrupted him. "Zhuzi, you should keep a low profile and don't act too strong. Girls who are too strong will make boys afraid." Wang Guoyu began to worry that his daughter would not be able to get married. "Girls must learn to show weakness. When you get married in the future, if you show weakness, your husband will love you more."
"Dad..." That's too far. "It's not about me showing weakness. Once everyone has practiced, they will naturally be able to sense the level of my cultivation."
"This..." Wang Guoyu lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Then let's just say that after your brother acquired the technique, he was afraid of the danger and did not dare to try it, so he coaxed you to be a guinea pig. You have listened to him since you were a child. , I was stupid enough to learn it. So your brother hasn’t started practicing yet. He has to wait until he is sure that this technique is harmless before he starts practicing. Yes, that’s what happened.”
Wang Jingzhu: Dad, when you treat your brother like this, aren’t you afraid of losing your son?
Inexplicably, he became a sinister villain who used his own girl for experiments. Wang Jingbo:...
