Chapter 15: Old Bones Want to Move

"Except you, everyone else has transferred the money to me via WeChat."

Standing below and looking at the female anchor's white short skirt and black stockings in her down jacket, Wang Ren, who knew that she had just broadcast a live show, answered calmly.

At the beginning of this December, the other tenants consciously transferred the 1,800 yuan rent for the next quarter.

In recent years, the housing prices in Hangzhou have been relatively stable, but the rent has increased every month. For example, his 50-square-meter small apartment, which is less than 500 meters away from the subway station, only costs 600 yuan a month, but it is difficult to find.

And the little anchor did not take the initiative to transfer the money, and Wang Ren, who was not short of money for the time being, did not urge him, thinking of waiting until the end of the month.

"Ah???"

Hearing the landlord's answer, Feng Man, who had thought of paying the rent today, was stunned for a moment, and then blushed and said: "Then I will transfer it to you now."

While talking, Feng Man took out his mobile phone and transferred 1,650 to the other party.

As for the water and electricity bills, each household has a meter, and they transfer the money to the Alipay account of the water and electricity. The landlord brother did not make a penny.

"Received."

Wang Ren nodded when the phone sounded, and then went upstairs.

With Bai Meizi's income, he did not care so much about the income from the rent.

Of course, no one would complain about too much money.

"So calm?! Did he win the lottery or get 10,000 subscriptions for his novel?"

Looking at the back of the landlord brother calmly going upstairs, Feng Man couldn't help but mutter, but didn't think much about it, and ran downstairs to buy breakfast.

She started live streaming at four o'clock, and now her stomach is almost starving.

"732460."

Wang Ren returned to the room on the fourth floor. While eating breakfast, he casually opened WeChat and the bank APP to calculate, and quickly figured out his deposit balance in his mind.

Before this, he only had 40,000 yuan in his bank card. Thanks to Bai Meizi's 800,000 yuan deposit, otherwise he would have returned to poverty because of cultivating immortals.

At present, the material cost of Qi-training pills and medicinal food is about 6,930 yuan, plus the daily food cost of nearly 200 yuan, which is about 7,100 yuan a day.

Who would have thought that he would spend more than 7,000 yuan a day on pills and medicines. In the past, he might not get so much after-tax royalties even if he made 10,000 yuan a month.

Immortality can really change your life!

After sighing, Wang Ren, who had a good breakfast, took a simple rest.

The first medicinal food was not ready yet, so he opened the pressure cooker to make pills, and then opened Douyin to see the young lady who had been changed by high technology.

Suddenly, he saw a TV series that was popular recently, and it was a costume drama starring Bai Meizi. Wang Ren stopped his fingers and watched it carefully.

Not to mention, Bai Meizi in ancient costumes is really pretty!

"Brother, what are you looking for?"

The man in green training clothes walked on the stone-paved mountain road, looking at the eldest brother in front of him who was looking down at the ground, and asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Without saying much to the junior brother who had just entered the first level of cultivation, Wang Daqi continued to check the surrounding ground.

Ever since he confirmed from his father that there were masters with more than six levels of cultivation practicing in Tashan Park, Wang Daqi paid more attention to the environment around the park.

Unfortunately, I don't know if the master happened to pass by, Wang Daqi didn't find anything special about the fallen leaves on the square.

Suddenly, Wang Daqi saw the sanitation worker coming down in front of him, and an idea flashed through his mind, and then he stepped forward and asked: "Little sister, do you know what's strange about the fallen leaves in the park recently?"

Although Wang Daqi himself looks only in his thirties, he is actually over 40 years old. He called the sanitation worker in his forties in front of him "little sister", and his tone was very natural.

When asking someone to do something, do you still call "Auntie" or "Hello"?

"Fallen leaves?"

Hearing such a handsome young man who was a few years younger than her call her "little sister", the sanitation worker who had just finished a morning's work was delighted, and her mind quickly turned, and then she gave an answer: "There is nothing else, but there are a lot of fallen leaves beside the pavilion on the top of the mountain, even some maple leaves that have not turned yellow have fallen."

"Thank you, little sister."

After getting the answer he wanted, Wang Daqi clasped his hands and ran quickly up the mountain.

The young junior brother following behind couldn't even keep up with the other's pace.

Ten seconds later, Wang Daqi came to the pavilion on the top of the mountain, looked at the somewhat clean ground, came under a maple tree, picked up a few fallen leaves, and his eyes gradually became sharp.

Sure enough, the master was still practicing here.

Looking around, Wang Daqi picked up a dozen fallen leaves, and said something to his junior brother casually, and then ran back to the martial arts hall quickly.

Wang Bucheng, who was drinking tea, saw the fallen leaves his son brought back, felt them for a while, and his eyes became a little serious: "You step back first."

"Yes."

Hearing his father's words, Wang Daqi stepped back two meters.

"Go outside."

"Yes."

When his son walked out of the door, Wang Bucheng activated his internal force in his hand and fell into the seemingly ordinary green maple leaf.

"Bang."

An invisible force came out from the maple leaves, as if a hurricane blew by, and the training clothes on Wang Bucheng's body began to fluctuate.

In a moment, the aftermath of the hurricane spread all around, and the tea table and wooden chairs made of huanghuali made a crisp sound and then broke apart.

Even the sliding solid wood door flew out in the hurricane.

Wang Daqi, who originally thought that he was fine standing outside the house, quickly retreated three meters, and his internal force penetrated his hands to protect his body.

The invisible pressure pushed him back another two meters, leaving two obvious scratches on the ground.

A few seconds later, Wang Daqi, who felt the pressure was reduced, did not look at the solid wood furniture worth millions, but looked at his father in the house with concern: "Father."

"I'm fine, it seems that this master's cultivation has improved again."

Not caring about the damage to his clothes and the destruction of the furniture in the house, Wang Bucheng showed a rare interest on his face: "My old bones have not moved for many years, I really want to meet this master."

As China entered a new era, the few martial artists were required not to compete with each other at will.

And the martial arts conference, which was originally a competition between peers, was a rare opportunity.

However, after he and several old friends entered the seventh level of cultivation, the martial arts conference became a stage for the younger generation to compete.

The world is unkind, and the innate is nowhere to be seen. After entering the seventh level of cultivation, the old guys can no longer see the way forward, and it is useless to compete with each other.

Even though he had luckily leaped to the eighth level of cultivation with the help of pills a few days ago, Wang Bucheng did not find the direction of subsequent cultivation, and he was a little confused.

Otherwise, Wang Bucheng would have experimented with the remaining two pills instead of leaving them for his children and grandchildren.

On the contrary, this hermit master had made progress in a short period of time. Just by relying on the energy left on the fallen leaves, he was fully focused. Perhaps he has already stood at the peak of the acquired martial arts. I wonder if he has touched the legendary innate porch.

"Father, the master should have been practicing on the top of Tashan Mountain after midnight, so no one found him."

Wang Daqi approached and expressed his speculation.