As soon as his name was mentioned, the white-haired young man showed a slightly proud expression and said: "My name is "Kuai Yuanlang". If someone bullies you, report my name to see who has the courage to be arrogant!"
"Kuai Yuanlang? I've never heard of it. Master, how many disciples do you have?" Rong Que asked after taking a sip of tea.
Kuang Yuanlang choked and coughed because he had never heard a word from him before, and said: "I am ignorant. Speaking of my disciples, including you, there must be five of them. Now, this person next to you is your fourth senior sister.
"As he said that, he pointed to the woman in black sitting next to Rong Que.
Only then did Rong Que realize that you two are not lovers.
"Boy, let me tell you, several of your senior brothers have become giants. If you dare to be lazy for me, see if I don't slap you loudly. Do you understand?" Looking at Rong Que, Kuang Yuanlang said sternly.
"Master, aren't you kidding me? I don't even have the mental skills to practice qi. How can I practice? You won't give it to me, so I'll steal it." Rong Que continued to lie on the table and glanced at Kuang Que.
Yuanlang Road.
Kuang Yuanlang looked at Rong Que with a look of hatred on his face. He took out a few scrolls from the storage ring with a wave of his hand and said: "You know how to rip off people. I don't have anything good. These few scrolls are worth nothing."
I’ll give you the advanced mental skills to practice first, and I’ll bring them to you next time.”
As soon as he saw the scroll, Rong Que's eyes were filled with golden light. He took the scroll without even looking at it and stuffed it directly into the storage ring, with a sunny smile on his face.
Kuang Yuanlang shook his head and said: "It's really hard to raise the Shangdang Party. Why am I so unlucky? I finally found a good seedling and I have to pay for it myself!"
Rong Que chuckled and said, "Good master, do you have any more advanced qigong? It's just sitting there anyway, why not let me handle it."
"Get out of here, I'm a gold mountain. Besides, it's useless to give it to you. Do you have so much spiritual power to use? If you use it forcefully, you might be useless."
Rong Que chuckled, he also knew that in his current situation, it was impossible to perform any qigong.
Glancing at Rong Que, Kuang Yuanlang raised a smile and said, "But, I do have a volume of qigong that is more suitable for you, but I don't know if you are willing to learn it."
After saying this, Rong Que was confused for a while. What does it mean to be willing to learn? Of course he is willing to learn. Now he has the method to practice Qi, but he doesn't even have a volume of Qigong. How can he use spiritual power to deal with it like those little gangsters?
Boom?
Rong Que stared at Kuang Yuanlang and nodded vigorously, saying: "Learn, learn, learn, of course, what qigong?"
Seeing his expression, Kuang Yuanlang chuckled and said: "My Qigong can be said to have been learned by no more than three people on this continent. It was created by myself. It does not require any spiritual power. As long as you
Just be strong enough."
Rong Que touched his head and said, "Is there any qigong that doesn't use spiritual power? Why don't I know about it? Have you taught anyone?"
Kuang Yuanlang smiled and said: "I once taught several of your senior brothers, but they couldn't bear the hardship, so they didn't succeed. Later, I taught a peerless friend of mine, but he didn't succeed either.
So far, I know that I am the only person who has mastered this volume of qigong. Do you think you can master it?"
Rong Que shook his head and said, "I don't know. I haven't learned it before. How do I know? How about you teach me first and I'll see if I can learn it."
"Okay, I'll teach you. Go to the hill behind your house when the sun just rises tomorrow morning. I'll wait for you there." Kuang Yuanlang chuckled, feeling as if his trick was successful. He looked at the sunset outside the window and said
: "Okay, it's getting late now, so you should go back first."
Rong Que stood up and said goodbye respectfully.
on the street…
Rong Que touched the storage ring on his hand, feeling extremely excited. He walked quickly and pointed directly at Yan Mansion.
As soon as he walked into the house, he was called over by Yan Wu before he could even return to his room.
Yan Wula looked at Rong Que with a long face and stared at Rong Que for a long time. Rong Que almost felt hairy all over, and then he said faintly: "You have become so timid these days, you dare to fight with me, right?
Do you know that old man Zhao Chuan came to your house today and said that his son asked you to beat him? I don’t believe it to death. If your third uncle hadn’t seen it, I still wouldn’t have known that you had started practicing.
Body!"
Rong Que chuckled and said, "Father, you said you couldn't practice Qi, but you never said you couldn't practice physical fitness!"
"How dare you talk back!" Yan Wu pulled a face, and his face became even longer.
Sighing, Yan Wu shook his head and said: "I know that you have wanted to practice Qi very much and become strong these years, but you live a carefree life in Yan Mansion, and there is nothing that requires you to use force.
Why do you need to practice Qi and become a strong person when you want to solve things? These things are simply not necessary for you!"
Listening to Yan Wu's scolding, Rong Que slowly lowered his head and gradually clenched his hands.
"Que'er, my father knows that you want to practice Qi, but do you know what will happen if you practice Qi?"
"Father, I know that my grandfather told me when he brought me here that he would not let me practice Qi." Rong Que said calmly, lowering his head, his black hair covering his eyes, and his expression could not be seen.
Yan Wu turned around quickly and looked at him in surprise. After a moment, he sighed and said, "Since you know everything, why do you still practice Qi?"
"Father, if everyone in this world thinks like you, then no one can become strong, no one can reach the supreme state again, and no one is willing to practice Qi. If you think this is the case, you will be satisfied.
Is that okay? I just want to practice qi, is there anything wrong? Grandpa, I can explain to him myself why my life must be different from other people's?" Rong Que's voice was very calm, without any fireworks.
Yan Wu looked up at him, looked at him for a long time, then shook his head and said: "Since you insist so much, I have no reason to stop you. You can decide what happens next!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the hall. I don't know why, but his back always gave people the feeling of being a few years older, with an aura of dusk.
Now, only Rong Que was left standing in the hall blankly. He couldn't believe that his father actually agreed to him practicing Qi. This was the last thing he had dared to hope for in the past few years. If he didn't stop him, he would just take care of it.
Doesn’t this mean consent?
He raised his hand and pinched his face, only to find that it hurt.
Then, a burst of shocking laughter resounded over the Yan Mansion, whirling continuously.
After laughing, Rong Que was so excited that he couldn't help but wonder why he was so lucky today and everything went so smoothly.
I returned to the room with a joyful mood, took out all the scrolls in the storage ring, and counted them carefully, and found that there were as many as six scrolls.
I opened each volume and looked at it. There are six attributes: thunder, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. They are all Yuan-level high-level mental skills.