When they learned that Wang Xiao had the qualifications to practice, some people were happy and some were sad.
While Mr. Wang and Mrs. Wang were happy, they couldn't help but worry, fearing that it wouldn't be a good thing for him to have such abilities at such a young age.
You must know that everything that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Sometimes, people who are too good will make other people jealous and disgusted.
Therefore, the second elder told him not to tell anyone except his family members about his cultivation progress for the time being, and not to show it off everywhere.
Regarding this point, Wang Xiao still listens very well.
His heart was open and he knew how much he weighed. He said he was a genius without any shame. Only he knew best in his heart that the reason why he could practice so fast was all due to the Erha at home.
Thinking of this, Wang Xiao glanced at Erha who was nestled in the corner, chewing hard, and felt very grateful.
If the dog hadn't fed him that chicken-flavored medicine, he wouldn't have been able to cultivate the sense of Qi so quickly, let alone run it for thirty-six days in one go.
On the other side, when Wang Keer learned that his brother was a peerless genius, while he was happy for him, he felt a little depressed.
She had a feeling that if this continued, she and her brother would become people in two different worlds.
"well……"
A sigh!
Wang Keer felt depressed. She didn't know how she should deal with herself in this era when all people are practicing cultivation.
Duanmu Nana on the side seemed to know that she was in a bad mood. She gently held her hand and whispered in her ear: "Ke'er, let's go shopping in the afternoon. If there's anything we're unhappy about, let's buy it."
purchase!"
Wang Keer rolled his eyes at her, and then nodded gently.
After lunch, Wang Ke'er took advantage of her dog's nap to secretly go to the nearby pedestrian street with Duanmu Nana.
Two girls were walking on the street.
Along the way, pedestrians on the road were talking about spiritual practice.
People who have a sense of release through cultivation are naturally very excited. They imagine that one day they can have magical powers such as moving mountains and filling seas, flying into the sky and escaping from the earth. Not to mention how happy they are.
The most important thing is that people with superpowers and monks enjoy many privileges. If you become a monk, you can receive a monthly subsidy from the government, which is much more comfortable than working for a salary.
People who have not yet cultivated the sense of breathing will naturally not give up easily, let alone admit that they are inferior to others, but will only redouble their efforts and strive to cultivate the sense of breathing as soon as possible.
Duanmu Nana looked at Wang Keer's side face with worry, opened her mouth, and wanted to stop talking.
She didn't know why Wang Ke'er didn't want to practice and just wanted to be an ordinary person. It didn't matter. As Wang Ke'er's best friend, she just needed to respect Wang Ke'er's decision.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Keer suddenly smiled and said: "Nana, let's go shopping."
The two girls entered a department store. Wang Keer took Duanmu Nana directly to the fourth floor. The entire fourth floor was full of women's clothing, which was also one of their main destinations this time.
While the two women were trying on clothes, in the game hall on the fifth floor of the department store, a group of social youths were pushing a thin man wearing black-rimmed glasses.
"You brat, you spilled the drink on my clothes, can you just say sorry?" A slutty young man with yellow hair pointed at his wet plaid shirt and cursed.
The man with glasses seemed to have never seen such a scene surrounded by a group of people. He looked nervous and on the verge of crying, saying: "Brother, I really didn't mean it. How about... take off your shirt and I'll get it for you."
Wash up?"
"Hahaha, Fei, he actually asked you to take off your clothes."
"A Fei, take it off quickly."
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The companion's teasing made the yellow-haired young man a little embarrassed. He grabbed the man with glasses by the collar and said viciously: "I'm going to numb you. This piece of clothing costs thousands of dollars. If it gets stained by your drink, this
Can I still wear it?”
"You kid, if you pay me compensation, I don't want you to pay more. If you come up with a thousand yuan, we'll forget about it."
"Otherwise, I'll make you walk around without food."
The man with glasses "Gudong" swallowed his saliva and said with a smile: "Brother, you see, I really don't have that much money on me. Look, how about... less money?"
"What do you think of two hundred dollars?"
"Two hundred yuan?!" The yellow-haired young man jumped up instantly like a cat whose tail was stepped on. His face was so gloomy that he was almost dripping with water. He said coldly, "Two hundred yuan are you going to give away to the beggar?"
"Big guy, come on, give him a good beating first!"
"Okay!"
"We should have taken action a long time ago, what are we talking about with him?"
A group of people swarmed up and punched and kicked the man with glasses. In a hurry, the man with glasses could only squat down and hold his head, trying to protect his vital parts.
Suddenly, the yellow-haired young man's eyes lit up, and he stared closely at the silver watch on the bespectacled man's wrist. A trace of greed flashed in his eyes, and then he called for everyone to stop.
The bespectacled man suddenly fell to the ground and gasped. His whole body was in burning pain, but he was still strong enough and gritted his teeth without making a sound.
A sarcastic look appeared on the face of the young man with yellow hair, and he let out a disdainful sound. Then he grabbed the bespectacled man's left hand, took off the silver watch from his wrist, and stuffed it directly into his trouser pocket.
The bespectacled man's eyes were about to burst, and there was fire in his eyes. He said one word at a time: "You can have other things if you want, but you can't take away my watch."
"Don't you want money? I'll give it to you."
With that said, the man with glasses struggled to stand up, took out his wallet from his trouser pocket, and wanted to give money to redeem his watch from the yellow-haired young man.
The yellow-haired young man snorted and said with a smile: "You are a master who won't shed tears until he sees the coffin. He just needs a beating. Why did you go there so early?"
"Want to lose money now? It's too late!"
"I don't want your money now, so I'll use your watch to pay for my clothes."
After that, the yellow-haired young man let out a wild laugh, said hello, and the group of people walked away in high spirits.
The bespectacled man's eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his eyes were about to burst. He gritted his teeth, stood up unsteadily, and hurriedly chased after him.
He grabbed the yellow-haired young man's arm, lowered his head, and said with some trembling: "Give me... your watch!"
The yellow-haired young man was very impatient and cursed angrily: "Get out! Stay away from me!"
After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked the bespectacled man in the stomach.
Only this time, the man with glasses was not kicked away. He firmly grabbed the arm of the yellow-haired young man, and his voice became deeper and deeper, with an infinite chill.
"Give me...the watch!"
As he spoke, the bespectacled man exerted slight force on his palms, and the yellow-haired young man's pupils shrank slightly, and then he let out a heart-breaking scream.