Chapter 92: Verbal Criticism

"Bang..."

A large wild boar was smashed to the ground.

Dabai's figure fell from the sky and fell into Xiaoyao'er's arms.

Xiaoyao'er looked at the dead wild boar, tears already flowing from the corners of her mouth. This wild boar died so tragically!

Seeing such a big wild boar, everyone was surprised. This was another demon beast with cultivation. They could improve their cultivation.

Thank you, the boss, for letting us enjoy such food. Thank you, Aunt Dabai, and thank you, the second boss. If it weren't for them, how could we improve our cultivation so quickly?

Looking at such a big wild boar.

The brothers took action one after another. This wild boar could feed them for two days.

"Gudong..." Seeing that it was another monster, Lin Fan couldn't help swallowing his saliva. His sister was eating delicious food in front, while his brother was eating dry food. It was not easy.

However, after looking at the robbers and the black goat, he put down his worries. After following for so many days, his sister seemed to be very safe, and he had to do his own things.

Uncle Qian said that Xia Country has a list of the young generation, and those who can be on the list are the strongest of the young generation.

After returning from the training in the Ten Thousand Monsters Mountains, he will reach the highest position.

With excitement flashing in his eyes, Lin Fan took a bite of the dried meat in his hand, and then looked at the robbers who were killing pigs. He felt that he was not worth it again..

He will leave tomorrow. Anyway, his sister has the protection of the big white doll Xiaobai given by her father, so there should be no problem.

I also want to eat monster meat. When I get to the Wan Yao Mountains, I will eat monster meat every day...

Lin Fan bit the piece of meat in his hand hard and thought fiercely.

The next day.

Lin Fan sat on the back of the big yellow cow and rushed to the Wan Yao Mountains, the source of Luojiang River, at the border of the Xia Dynasty.

When Xiao Yaoer went to Cheng County and Lin Fan went to the Wan Yao Mountains.

Linjiang Village.

Lin Qingzhi was standing in the yard. In front of him, the old uncle, grandfather, grandmother, uncle and aunt criticized him together.

In these few days, Xiao Yaoer and Lin Fan ran away from home and brought the two little guys back. What does Lin Qingzhi, as a father, want to do? One is only 12 years old and the other is less than 13 years old. How can there be such a cruel father to let them go to make a living?

Therefore, in the past few days, several seniors would come over and scold me every day.

Especially the old uncle.

The old uncle loves Xiao Yaoer the most. He has not seen her for so many days and misses her very much. Therefore, Lin Qingzhi, the junior whom he loved very much at the beginning, has become his punching bag.

The old uncle is not very worried about the safety of the two little guys. Not to mention that he has left means on their bodies. As their parents, he will not let them get hurt.

The old uncle, who has been out for a long time, knows how strong Lin Qingzhi's cultivation is.

But whether you are worried or not, you let the old guy's happy fruit go, and you have to bear the old guy's anger.

Although Lin Qingzhi's cultivation is high, much higher than the old uncle, he is still the junior of the old uncle. The old uncle once loved you so much, and you dare not mess around!

I can only stand in the yard and be scolded by my friends.

This scene made Xiao Shitou and Qian Yi laugh so hard that they bent over.

I never thought that my elder brother/Brother Qingzhi would have such a day, but there is no photo stone. If there is, it would be great to leave this scene.

Two guys who are not afraid of death....

"Ahem...Grandpa, the time for the school class is up, should we go to the school first and come back in the evening..." Seeing that his grandfather and others were still talking, Lin Qingzhi hurriedly coughed a few times and interrupted his grandfather's words.

Grandpa looked at the sky, then he straightened his face, glared at Lin Qingzhi and said: "Why don't you go, you have a class today..."

"Go now..."

After receiving the order to leave, Lin Qingzhi hurriedly turned around and left the yard, leaving the sulking children behind.

Lin Qingzhi straightened his clothes and walked into the school with his hands behind his back.

In the classroom, the students were already sitting in their seats, waiting for Lin Qingzhi's arrival.

Three days later, there were many more students in the school, so Lin Qingzhi divided the school into three classes, Class A and Class B.

It was not divided according to the first students who entered the school and the children who came later.

Class A is the students who were admitted when the first school opened, Class B is the second, and so on....

Today's class is the class of Class A.

After three days, Class A has finished learning the classics. Now they rely on self-study and wait until two days later to take the Tongsheng exam.

And Lin Qingzhi's grandfather would at most give them a few questions and let them brush them.

After giving a test question, Lin Qingzhi walked out of the classroom and sat in the pavilion outside.

Soon after, a student came out of the classroom, handed the written white paper to Lin Qingzhi respectfully, and then wanted to say something...

"What's wrong! Xiaotian, do you have something to say to your uncle?" Seeing that Lin Tian seemed to have something to say to him, Lin Qingzhi put the paper on the stone table and asked with a smile.

"Uncle Qingzhi, are you studying for the imperial examination..." Lin Tian said in a low voice.

"Why do you ask..." Lin Qingzhi asked with some confusion.

"놖...놖Grandma said, 놖Grandma has always told 놖뇾 to study hard so that he can take the imperial examination and become a high official, 놖does not want to take the imperial examination and become a high official, 놖wants to practice martial arts, 놖wants to kill demons, 놖 To become a great hero...

But my father doesn’t teach me how to practice martial arts... I know that practicing martial arts is too expensive and our family can’t afford it. "

Lin Tian said a little sadly.

Grandmothers all say that after studying, being able to become a scholar can make them feel less burdened and give them more hope of living.

Although he didn't want to study to become an official, he still studied hard just to not disappoint his grandmothers.

"So, you don't really like to practice martial arts, but you just want to have the power to become a hero." Lin Qingzhi said with a smile.

"Brother Qingzhi, is it okay?"

Lin Tian looked at Lin Qingzhi expectantly and said.

"Okay..." Lin Qingzhi stood up after hearing this, patted 놛 on the shoulder and continued: "Anyone with three thousand avenues can achieve enlightenment.

This world is not just a path of martial arts. Xiaotian, do you know that in ancient times, there were mortals who understood the mysteries of the movement of heaven and earth, and skillfully combined wood, gold, stone and even rare spiritual materials. Made into lifelike puppets.

Moreover, using pots and pans as pens and oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar as ink, under the roaring fire, they draw a picture of gourmet food that is full of color, fragrance and flavor. Even the most extraordinary ingredients can be transformed into magic by his expert cooking, making you feel as if you have traveled through the cycle of seasons and experienced all kinds of life when you taste it.

There is also a guqin in his arms, sitting alone by the clear spring in a deep valley. With his fingertips gently plucking, a piece of heavenly sound flows out like spring water, penetrating the sky and reaching the softest part of 그's heart. Passionate like thousands of horses galloping, sometimes gentle like drizzle, every note and every note is like a spell in ancient legends, which can soothe pain and enlighten wisdom.

These 그 all possess powers comparable to martial arts, and they once saved the continent in ancient times. "