Chapter 92: Verbal Criticism

"Bang..."

A large wild boar was smashed to the ground.

Dabai's figure fell from the sky and fell into Xiaoyao'er's arms.

Xiaoyao'er looked at the dead wild boar, tears already flowing from the corners of her mouth, the wild boar died so tragically!

Seeing such a big wild boar, everyone else was surprised. This time, it was another demon beast with cultivation, and they could improve their cultivation again.

Thanks to the big boss, they can enjoy such food, thanks to the big white lady, thanks to the second boss, if it weren't for them, how could they improve their cultivation so quickly.

Looking at such a big wild boar.

The brothers took action one after another, this wild boar could feed them for two days.

"Gudong..." Seeing that it was another demon beast, Lin Fan couldn't help swallowing his saliva. His sister was eating delicious food in front, while he, the brother, was chewing dry food. It was not easy.

However, after taking a look at the robbers and the black goats, he put his worries aside. After following her for so many days, his sister seemed to be very safe, and he was going to do his own thing.

Uncle Qian said that Xia Country had a list of the younger generation, and those who could make the list were the strongest of the younger generation.

After he returned from training in the Wan Yao Mountains, he would reach the highest position.

With excitement flashing in his eyes, Lin Fan took a bite of the dried meat in his hand, and then looked at the robbers who were killing pigs. He felt unworthy again..

He would leave tomorrow. Anyway, his sister had the protection of the Dabai doll and Xiaobai given by his father, so there should be no problem.

He also wanted to eat monster meat. When he arrived at the Wan Yao Mountains, he would eat monster meat every day...

Lin Fan bit the piece of meat in his hand hard and thought fiercely.

The next day.

Lin Fan sat on the back of the big yellow ox and headed towards the Wan Yao Mountains, the source of the Luo River, at the border of the Xia Dynasty.

When Xiao Yaoer went to Chenghe County and Lin Fan went to the Wan Yao Mountain Range.

Linjiang Village.

Lin Qingzhi was standing in the yard. In front of him, the old uncle, grandfather, grandmother, uncle and aunt criticized him.

In these few days, Xiao Yaoer and Lin Fan ran away from home, and they actually found the two little guys. What did Lin Qingzhi, as a father, want to do? One was only six years old and the other was less than ten years old, and he let them go to make a living. How could there be such a cruel father?

So, these few days, several seniors would come and scold him every day.

Especially the old uncle.

The old uncle loved Xiao Yaoer the most. He missed her so much after not seeing her for so many days, so Lin Qingzhi, the younger generation he loved very much at the beginning, became his punching bag.

The old uncle was not very worried about the safety of the two little guys. Not to mention that he also left means on them, as their father, he would not let them get hurt.

The old uncle who had been out there for a long time knew how strong Lin Qingzhi's cultivation was.

But no matter how worried you are, you let my happy fruit go, and you will have to bear the old man's anger.

Although Lin Qingzhi's cultivation is high, much higher than the old uncle, he is still the old uncle's junior. The old uncle loved him so much, he didn't dare to mess around!

He could only stand in the yard and be scolded by several people.

This scene made Xiao Shitou and Qian Yi laugh so hard.

I didn't expect that my eldest brother/Brother Qingzhi would have such a day, but there was no photo stone. If there was, it would be great to leave this scene.

Two guys who are not afraid of death....

"Ahem...Grandpa, it's time for the school. Should we go to the school first and talk about it when we come back in the evening..." Seeing that his grandfather and others were still talking, Lin Qingzhi hurriedly coughed a few times and interrupted his grandfather's words.

Grandpa looked at the sky, then straightened his face, glared at Lin Qingzhi and said: "Why don't you go? You have a class today..."

"Go now..."

After receiving the order to leave, Lin Qingzhi quickly turned around and left the yard, leaving behind the few people who were still sulking.

Lin Qingzhi straightened his clothes, then walked into the school with his hands behind his back.

In the classroom, the students were already sitting in their seats waiting for Lin Qingzhi's arrival.

In three years, the school had many more students, so Lin Qingzhi divided the school into three classes, Class A, Class B, and Class C.

It was not divided according to the first and last students.

Class A was the first year of the school, and Class B was the second year, and so on....

Today's class is the class of Class A.

After three years, Class A has completed the Four Books and Five Classics. Now they rely on self-study and wait for two years to take the Tongsheng exam.

Lin Qingzhi and his grandfather just gave them a few questions and asked them to practice.

After giving a question, Lin Qingzhi walked out of the classroom and sat in the pavilion outside.

Not long after, a student came out of the classroom. He respectfully handed the written white paper to Lin Qingzhi, and then hesitated to speak...

"What's wrong! Xiaotian, do you have something to say to your uncle?" Seeing that Lin Tian seemed to have something to say to him, Lin Qingzhi put the test paper on the stone table and asked with a smile.

"Uncle Qingzhi, is studying just for the imperial examination..." Lin Tian said in a low voice.

"Why do you ask..." Lin Qingzi asked with some confusion.

"I...my grandma said that my grandma has always asked me to study hard so that I can take the imperial examination and become a high official. I don't want to take the imperial examination and become a high official. I want to practice martial arts and kill demons. I To become a great hero...

But my father didn’t teach me to practice martial arts... I know that practicing martial arts is too expensive and our family can’t afford it. "

Lin Tian said a little sadly.

Grandma and the others all said that after he studied and became a scholar, they would be less burdened and have more hope of living.

Although he didn't want to study to become an official, he still studied hard just to not disappoint his grandma and the others.

"So, you don't really like to practice martial arts, but you just want to have the power to become a hero." Lin Qingzhi said with a smile.

"Brother Qingzhi, is it okay?"

Lin Tian looked at Lin Qingzhi expectantly and said.

"Okay..." Lin Qingzhi stood up after hearing this, patted his shoulder and then said: "Anyone with three thousand avenues can achieve enlightenment.

There is more than just martial arts in this world. Xiaotian, do you know that in ancient times, there were mortals who understood the mysteries of the movement of heaven and earth, and skillfully crafted wood, gold, stone, and even rare spiritual materials into individual human beings? Lifelike puppets.

Some people use pots and pans as pens and oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar as ink to draw pictures of delicious food over a roaring fire. Even the most ordinary ingredients can be transformed into magic through his skillful cooking, making people feel as if they have traveled through the cycle of four seasons and experienced all kinds of life when tasting it.

There is also someone holding the guqin in his arms, sitting alone by the clear spring in the deep valley, plucking it with his fingertips, and the sounds of nature gurgling out like spring water, penetrating the clouds and reaching the softest part of the human heart. His music is sometimes as passionate as Thousands of horses are galloping, and sometimes it is as gentle as drizzle. Every note and every note is like a spell in ancient legends, which can heal pain and enlighten wisdom.

These people all possess powers comparable to martial arts, and they once saved the continent in ancient times. "