Early the next morning, Wang Feng was woken up by his sister Wang Xue. He checked the time and saw that it was only 7:10 in the morning.
"Sister, it's summer vacation now, why did you wake up my brother so early? You don't know, I just dreamed that I became a Taoist immortal, and it's all your fault for waking me up so early!" Wang Feng looked at his sister helplessly, full of satisfaction
I'm so sorry, what a beautiful dream, it's gone like this.
"Brother, you have been lying in bed for more than a week. If you don't get up and move your shins, your body will become stiff." Ignoring Wang Feng's gesture, Wang Xue quickly pulled him out of bed.
"Okay, okay, stop pulling, I'll get up right away!"
Seeing this, Wang Feng had no choice but to put on his clothes obediently, then picked up his toothbrush and went to the roadside outside the house to brush his teeth.
The houses in civilian areas are very narrow, so residents brush their teeth and wash their faces at the public water supply on the side of the road outside their houses. When some neighbors saw Wang Feng appear, they greeted him warmly.
This is not only because Wang Feng had a good character in the past, but also because he was admitted to Zhenwu University.
Zhenwu University is a university mainly for cultivators and warriors. Of course, it also has cultural courses. All graduates from Zhenwu University are either scientists or strong men.
Therefore, the neighbors are very enthusiastic about Wang Feng, a quasi-real martial arts college student.
After hurriedly washing up, Wang Feng started to have breakfast.
Looking at the full bowl of porridge in front of him, plus a fist-sized steamed bun, and then looking at the smaller half bowl of porridge from his sister across the way, Wang Feng felt sad for no reason, and quickly gave the steamed bun to his sister.
"Brother, I have a small appetite and can't eat so much." Wang Xue took the steamed bun over.
Look, what a sensible child.
Wang Feng looked at his sister's thin body, and his heart seemed to be clenched. He put the steamed bun back again and said softly: "Sister, be good, brother ate too much last night, you can eat this steamed bun!"
Wang Xue had no choice but to nod obediently.
Wang Feng suddenly smiled.
After breakfast, Wang Feng went out for a stroll alone. His sister was right. He had been lying in bed for a week, so it was time to stretch his shins.
Not far from the civilian area, there is a park with some exercise facilities. Wang Feng is going to do some morning exercise.
"What should I do this summer vacation?" Wang Feng frowned and thought along the way.
Seeing that his family didn't even have enough food to eat, he was very anxious and felt that he should do something. He couldn't eat and live in vain.
But after thinking for a long time, Wang Feng discovered that he couldn't do anything because he didn't have the power to restrain the chicken.
In this great era, warriors and cultivators can obtain a large amount of money by killing monsters and beasts. They have both status and wealth. They are some of the people who stand at the top of the food chain.
As for ordinary humans, most of them can only do some labor work. For example, Wang Bo and his wife, one moves goods and the other works as a nanny.
Even my younger sister, Wang Xue, earns a little money by washing dishes and clothes for some people in civilian areas.
In short, if you want to get rid of a life of poverty, you can only become a warrior or a cultivator.
"Huhu..." Wang Feng, who was panting heavily after running around in the park, sat helplessly on the stone bench with a depressed look on his face.
"This body is really weak. It seems that it is impossible to become a warrior. I can only try the path of a cultivator." Wang Feng sighed secretly.
If you want to become a warrior, you must first temper your shins and exercise your body. These require the combination of various medicinal materials and the consumption of some monster flesh and blood that can enhance strength.
When a person's strength reaches one thousand kilograms, he can become a one-star warrior.
But in the past, Wang Feng couldn't even eat enough, so how could he train his shins?
Isn't it the so-called poor in culture and rich in martial arts? Those who can become warriors are mostly rich people or come from military officer families. There are very few people in civilian areas who can become warriors.
Wang Feng felt that he didn't even have enough to eat now, so he didn't need to consider becoming a warrior for the time being.
After thinking about it, he decided to follow the meditation methods of cultivators collected on the Internet and began to practice in a decent manner. Anyway, in this era, few people would come to the park to play time, but he was happy to be quiet.
"Sit cross-legged to calm your mind, relax and be natural."
"Lip and teeth are lightly closed, breathing is slow."
"The unity of mind and heart is Tai Chi."
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Wang Feng recited the mantra silently while trying to relax his body and enter a meditative state.
Not to mention, his talent is very good, and he succeeded in meditating for the first time.
At this time, Wang Feng felt very strange. There seemed to be a sun between his eyebrows, emitting hot energy, spreading throughout his body, making him feel very comfortable.
"It is said on the Internet that mental power is innate, so everyone has the qualifications to become a cultivator. The most difficult part is to discover and control mental power. As long as I can control mental power, I can become a one-star
I am a Taoist priest." Wang Feng was excited and began to feel his spiritual power.
He had an intuition that the power between his eyebrows that made him very comfortable was spiritual power.
As soon as this intuition arose in his heart, Wang Feng suddenly felt his eyes light up. A huge glass shard was floating in the boundless darkness, emitting a blazing silver light.