The next day, word spread throughout the Yan family that the head of the family had adopted an adopted son, named Yan Rongque, who was less than two years old and was very much loved by the head of the family. The protagonist of these topics was now lying in Yan Wu's room,
He was fast asleep in a cradle specially made for him. He didn't know what he was dreaming about. His little brows were furrowed tightly. Two maids were bringing him milk out of curiosity. They saw him sleeping.
Without disturbing him, he gently touched his little face, causing his brows to furrow even more tightly, causing him to smile delicately before retreating again.
After the maids retreated, Xiao Rongque opened his big watery eyes and looked around suspiciously.
In this strange world, there was no grandfather, no clouds, no fog, no blue sky. This made him feel very uncomfortable, so he opened his mouth and screamed.
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
However, the crying stopped immediately. He remembered that his grandfather told him that it was very dangerous to expose yourself in a strange environment. Although he didn't quite understand what this meant, his nature told him that he couldn't.
Call.
However, his cry was so sudden that it immediately attracted Yan Wu, who was now very sensitive to crying. There was a burst of urgent footsteps. As soon as Yan Wu entered the door, he saw Xiao Rongque looking at him with big eyes.
, I feel warm in my heart, son, he finally has a son, and he loves this gift from God very much.
He strode to the cradle, held little Rongque in his arms and coaxed: "My dear son, are you hungry? Daddy will take you to eat something delicious."
"I'm not hungry!" Xiaorong said in a milky voice.
With this sentence, Yan Wu was immediately stunned. How could a baby who was not yet two years old speak such clear language and accurately express his true inner thoughts through language?
"This, this doesn't make sense, son, was it you who said that just now?" Yan Wu couldn't believe his ears and looked at Xiao Rongque in surprise and asked.
"Isn't it weird? Who is it?" The words were still milky this time, and there was still a little confusion on his face, but it was enough to answer Yan Wu's question just now, which made Yan Wu very shocked.
He stared with his eyes as if trying to find something from Xiao Rongque.
"I am your father, and this will be your home from now on. Your name is Yan Rongque, my son, the young head of the Yan family." After a while, Yan Wu finally recovered from the shock of this incident, strangely
Looking at the son in his arms, he replied.
For a moment, the room fell into silence, but this silence was broken before it lasted long.
"He's a bad guy, don't you, grandpa, woo woo!" Xiao Rongque's reaction was extremely fierce, and he directly put the hat of a bad guy on Yan Wu, burst into tears and swayed his hands and feet, catching Yan Wu off guard.
"Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry. Grandpa...he has gone away. He said that when you grow up, he will come to pick you up. You have to be good and don't be naughty." Yan Wu is worthy of being the head of the family.
, and soon I thought of a reason that I thought was very appropriate.
"Really? Don't lie." Sure enough, Xiao Rongque believed it, neither crying nor fussing, lying quietly in Yan Wu's arms, as delicate as a porcelain doll.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons cycle, and a year has passed before you know it. The changes in Xiao Rongque during this year are magical.
"Master, get up." The maid shouted outside the door.
After shouting for a long time, no one responded, so the maid could only push the door open and walk in. She found that the bedding had been spread neatly, but there was no sign of anyone.
I couldn't help but sigh: "The young master is really sensible. It's so early, I don't know where you are?"
On the high wall outside the martial arts training ground, a small figure flashed past. His movements were vigorous and not sloppy at all. It was as if he had repeated it countless times. He stopped at a corner covered by trees and watched the martial arts practice attentively.
In the competition on the field, who is it if it’s not Xiao Rongque?
Ever since he successfully conquered the school with his extremely strong IQ when he was three years old, he has been doing nothing at home. By chance, he secretly stumbled upon a fragment of a note about the practice of qi by a qi practitioner in the library. At that time,
He was deeply attracted by the contents inside, and he often imagined that he was a qi practitioner, flying through the sky and the earth, turning over clouds and rain, so that he could fly to find his grandfather.
However, the reality is always cruel. Yan Wu, a cheap dad, refused to let him practice qi, no matter how hard he tried, so he had no choice but to go out early in the morning before the fog cleared and steal his master from the martial arts training ground.
But this is no solution, I get caught almost every time, just like this time.
Xiao Rongque was so engrossed in what he was looking at that he didn't even notice the pair of squinting eyes flashing behind him.
"Yan Rongque!"
A loud roar frightened Rong Que's little heart, and he immediately spread his little feet and ran. Unexpectedly, he was caught by the collar and pulled back to Yan Wu's side.
"How many times have I told you that you are not allowed to practice qi? Have you ever listened to me and go back immediately? This is not the place you should be." Yan Wu looked angry. He repeated this lesson almost every day.
, in fact, he also hoped that his son could practice Qi, but when he recalled the terrifying strength of the old man back then, he gave up the idea with a wry smile.
Xiao Rongque put on a pitiful look, biting his lip, tears welling up in his eyes, as if they were about to fall down at the next moment, and looked at Yan Wu with his aggrieved eyes: "Father!"
"There is no discussion. I can consider other things, but don't mention Qi training." Yan Wu put on a majestic face, interrupted him, and directly killed his idea of Qi training in the cradle.
"Humph, I won't give up!" Xiao Rongque wiped his nose, turned around and walked towards the exit of the martial arts training ground. He was still mumbling, but in his heart he was wondering if he had to develop a mental method first.
Yan Wu watched him walk out of the martial arts field before returning to his seat, and continued to watch the struggle of the next generation. He did not dare to underestimate this son. He could speak at the age of one and a half, could read at the age of two, and could read at the age of three.
It has completely destroyed all the teachers in the school. No one since has dared to say that such a record has been achieved. No one in history has ever succeeded.
And our little Rong Que is really resolute. Thinking of working out a mental technique, he immediately took action and strode towards the Juanzang Tower.
In front of the Juanzang Tower, the third elder swallowed his saliva as he faced the little man in front of him.
"Third uncle, my father asked me to come get a copy of the Qi and Heart Technique. Please let me in." Xiao Rongque pulled the third elder's clothes and coquettishly.
The third elder wiped the sweat from his head and said: "Xiao Que, be good, stop teasing uncle. Your father has already told you that no one can let you into the Juanzang Tower. Violators will be punished with severe punishment. Look, uncle."
I’m always so nice to you, please let me go, okay?”
Rong Que looked at him innocently: "Did dad really say that no one is allowed to let me into the Juanzang Building?"
"Can I still lie to you? I don't have any benefits."
A charming smile appeared on Rong Que's face, but in the eyes of the third elder, this smile looked evil.
"Then please help me go in and get a copy. I'm waiting here. I won't go in." The smile is still charming, but not everyone can discover the evil behind it.
"This!" The third elder was also confused. There was no rule that he couldn't help him go in and get it. What should he do?
"Xiao Que, don't embarrass the third uncle. You can go in if you want. As long as you have the clan leader's token, you can go to your father to get it. Be good." The third elder was really powerless and could only move the clan leader out and suppress it first.
Town place.
When Rong Que saw that this move was not working, he immediately changed his move. Tears welled up in his eyes, he bit his lips and looked at the third elder in grievance.
"Xiao Que, it's useless. I'm already immune to this trick of yours. You've bitten your lip several times a day. Give me a rest." The third elder seemed not to be affected by the trick, and teased him very affectionately.
Small tolerance.
Rong Que decisively turned around and left. After he left, the third elder exhaled: "This little ancestor is finally gone!"
Walking on the bluestone slab next to the street, Rong Que frowned, holding a straw in his mouth, clasping his hands on his chest, thinking about how to get the Qi and Heart Training method.
At this time, a noise came from the front, as if someone was fighting. When Rong Que stepped forward and took a look, he realized that it was not a fight, but a few gangsters beating an old beggar on the street.
When Rong Que walked up, a sturdy middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and stopped them from continuing to beat him.
"Why do you bully an old man like this? Will your own conscience not be condemned?"
"Hey, here comes a brave man who does what is right. Who are you? If you are looking for death, I will help you!" The gangsters gave up on the old man and turned around to attack the middle-aged man. Only when they took action did they realize that the gangsters were actually qi practitioners.
, although it is the lowest level soul boy in the early stage, and the leader is a middle stage soul boy. Although this lineup is not very powerful, it is enough for a mortal.
The middle-aged man dodged left and right to avoid several spiritual attacks. The gangsters didn't have any extra money to buy Qigong scrolls, so they never learned any attack methods. Only the little gangster who was in the middle stage of a spiritual child had an ordinary-level Qigong.
, that was obtained in exchange for all his belongings.
Several gangsters surrounded the middle-aged man and kept firing out their spiritual power, thinking that some of the scattered spiritual power would hit him, and if it hit him, they would knock him down instantly.
But to everyone's surprise, although the spiritual power was dense, he cleverly avoided it, and then launched an offensive instantly, defeating them one by one. With a mortal body without spiritual power, he knocked down four Qi practitioners in the early stage of the spirit boy.
This is something that no one dares to think about.
The little bastard in the middle stage of the soul boy jumped out a distance and looked at his fallen companion. His face was extremely ugly: "You are looking for death."
"Mortal-level intermediate Qigong, Red Flame Palm!" The gangster shouted, his hands slowly cracked, and high-temperature molten lava flowed out from the cracks. Although it cannot be compared with real lava, it will also increase spiritual power.
Attack power, the lava will also splash, causing a range of damage.
The young gangster jumped up and rushed towards the middle-aged man, the anger in his eyes unable to be hidden.
The middle-aged man did not retreat but advanced, and also rushed towards the young gangster, trying to catch his red flame palm with his bare hands.