At this age, Li Qingwan's life is quite dull and boring. Every day he keeps taking high-temperature peeling medicinal baths and then being beaten until his body can no longer bear it.
Her father is also a ruthless man. He hits himself with as many sticks as he hits Li Qingwan every day. So the physical activation of the Longxi Li family is just for you and your daughter to play self-abuse?
Cheng Jinyang was speechless.
The father and daughter also go to the family genealogy identification center once a month.
However, the results remained the same every time: the fifth level was barely guaranteed, and there was no possibility of breaking through to the fourth level.
Afterwards, the staff at the identification center became a little annoyed. One day, while printing the result report, they called Li Qingwan's father aside alone.
"Have you seen this person?" The staff member called up the record on the tablet computer.
"Yeah." Li Qingwan's father nodded.
"Li Jing'ai, the daughter of the clan leader, has a bloodline of guaranteed fourth level and sprinting to third level." The staff member said with a smile, "How did such an outstanding bloodline talent come about? She is born with it! Her father is the patriarch of our Longxi Li clan.
, with a third-grade talent, can my own daughter be inferior?"
"Li Fenghe, don't you know what your talent level is? The minimum level is six, and the sprint is five. Your daughter can now guarantee five, why are you dissatisfied? You have to compete with the daughter of the head of another family?"
Li Qingwan's father's face was ashen, and he said after a while:
"But her mother..."
"Your wife was indeed at the lowest level of the fifth level back then, and it was true that she could sprint to the fourth level, but wasn't it brought down by your bloodline?" The staff member impatiently threw the report into his arms, "Besides,
Didn’t your wife reach the fifth level before she passed away?"
Li Qingwan's father stood blankly on the spot, as if he had lost the ability to speak.
Until his daughter's voice woke him up from his grief again. He lowered his head numbly and saw Li Qingwan begging with tears streaming down his face:
"Dad, let's go back."
She doesn't want to stay here anymore.
The father let out a long sigh, but instead of nodding and saying "Let's go home" as he had done countless times before, with an expression that was almost lifeless, he tried hard to squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said in a trembling voice:
"Qingwan, dad has thought about it and thinks you are still..."
"Dad!" Li Qingwan took a few steps back blankly, with a pale, almost desperate look.
Then she ran away without looking back, no matter how her father called her name, she never looked back.
Cheng Jinyang, who was in ghost form, followed her and ran hysterically all the way, finally stopping at the door of a nearby fighting gym.
Within the Li clan in Longxi, there are many fighting gyms specially opened for the clan members that can be used free of charge, and this fighting gym is famous for practicing hard qigong, such as Golden Bell Cover, Iron Cloth Shirt, etc.
With tears on her face, Xiao Qingwan went to the unoccupied counter to get the key and opened a "Bronze Room".
The so-called "bronze man" is not the kind of gold-dusted monk in the wooden man alley of Shaolin Temple, or a puppet pulled by a sophisticated mechanism, but a serious fighting synthetic man who can be used according to the requirements of the practitioner.
to set up the attack program.
Of course, practitioners will basically wear protective gear. Although the Longxi Li family's superpowers can prevent injuries, the pain cannot be eliminated after all. Everyone is in the fighting gym to practice hard qigong more efficiently, not to suffer.
Abuse.
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However, Cheng Jinyang discovered that Xiao Qingwan was not wearing protective gear. Even though the protective gear was piled in the corner of the room, she still turned a blind eye and launched an attack on the fighting synthesizer.
Then he was knocked to the ground hard.
It wasn't because the fighting synth was too fast, but because she didn't fight back at all. She simply rushed over, withstood the blow, and was knocked down.
The fighting synthesizer stopped, and the program judged that his opponent had lost the ability to fight. But soon, the young Li Qingwan stood up tremblingly again, wiping away the dust from the corners of his bruised mouth.
"Come again," she said.
Another heavy blow, Li Qingwan took half a step back, but this time he was not knocked down immediately, but his body was slightly shaken.
"Come again." She spit out a mouthful of bloody spit on the ground and gritted her teeth.
The third time, the fourth time... the hundredth time, the one hundred and first time, Cheng Jinyang was so shocked that he was secretly glad that he was in ghost form and not possessed by Teacher Li, otherwise
The pain really drives me crazy.
Recalling the first time she entered Miss Wang's dream, Wang Wanrou was suffering from a severe headache at that time and gave herself a mental seal over and over again. In a sense, Teacher Li and Miss Wang are the same kind of people...
…They are all ruthless people.
However, upon closer inspection, there are differences between the two.
When Wang Wanrou endured the headache, her belief was extremely firm. Because she was narcissistic and believed that "there is only one way to go" and firmly believed that "she will be able to go to the end."
However, Li Qingwan is different. Her mental state is confused and broken. The reason why she chooses to torture herself continuously is not because she really believes that "this road can work", but because she has no other way to go.
Thinking of this, Cheng Jinyang felt the same sadness.
After all, he also came from a poor family. Before he met Ah Zhi and obtained his golden finger, he and Li Qingwan seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, helplessly watching themselves sink... and there was boundless darkness in all directions.
In front of me, there is no way.
"Why!" A desperate cry interrupted his thoughts.
Cheng Jinyang stood there and realized that he had returned to his physical state. Li Qingwan, who was of normal age, was looking at him, with surging tears flowing down her cheeks, with almost uncontrollable sadness.
"Jinyang, tell me..." She muttered as if possessed, and hurriedly walked towards him, "Why are some people born superior, with excellent talents that require no effort?"
"Why have I endured so much hardship, yet God is so stingy in giving me even a meager reward?"
"Qingwan, calm down." Cheng Jinyang backed away repeatedly until his back hit the wall of the fighting gym, but Li Qingwan didn't stop, just grabbed his collar, pressed his body, and led a certain
In a miserable, angry, even pleading tone, he tremblingly asked:
"Tell me, was I born... destined to be a waste? No matter how much pain I endure, I can't break through the shackles imposed on me by fate?"
"Ahem, not really." Cheng Jinyang said ambiguously, "Actually, maybe there are other ways to increase blood concentration?"
"Yes, yes..." Li Qingwan's face became even worse, and his eyes seemed to have lost their highlights, becoming cloudy and dim. He murmured, "There must be a way. Yes, I must not have worked hard enough.
...I have not endured enough pain, I have to continue..."
"I will continue..."
In her dazed and repetitive voice, the entire dream world was rapidly collapsing.