Chapter 86 is worthy of being my idol
Today, I collect wheat at home. This chapter is a little late. I will try my best to code the second chapter. Please collect it!
After dinner, Wang Cang and his parents went home. Although they only drank a bowl of wine, Wang Cang still felt dizzy.
Wang Cang returned to his room and went to bed. He wanted to take a break tonight. Although he could not eat or drink or sleep in the Jindan period, Wang Cang, who had just entered the Jindan period, was still used to the previous life.
At night, Wang Cang absorbed spiritual power by himself, and Jin Dan also grew little by little under the cultivation of spiritual power, but this speed was very slow, and the absorption speed was not as fast as one-tenth of his cultivation state, but this was enough to make up for his usual consumption.
No one noticed that on Wang Cang's colorful golden elixir, a pure black gas suddenly appeared, swimming in the meridians little by little and slowly integrating into his sea of knowledge. This process lasted for a short time, but after dozens of breaths, the black gas disappeared and seemed to have never appeared.
The next morning, Wang Cang was still the first group to get up in the village. He liked the cool atmosphere in the morning. Although it was winter, Wang Cang walked aimlessly and looked up, and there was the back mountain in front of him.
Wang, looking at the sky, it seems that breakfast time will have to wait for a while, so let's go to the mountain and have a look.
The back mountain is neither big nor small, at least Wang Cang has not fully grasped the situation of the back mountain.
Wang Cang's figure shuttled through the bare back mountains. In winter, there is no prosperity in summer, and the leaves fall, and all the small animals have gone into hibernation, but occasionally there are a few magpie calls.
At the top of the back mountain, a kind of aura floats.
The aura in the mountains is always a little stronger than that in other places, which is why most of the spiritual veins are in the mountains.
Wang Cang quickly walked to the other side of the mountain. In the past, I heard adults say that there seemed to be a lake behind the back mountain, a lake bigger than the back mountain. Some people have been there. As for what is opposite the lake, no one knows, because there are no boats in the lake.
Although the back mountain is not small, Wang Cang still came to the lake in just a short time.
Wang Cang felt the oncoming water vapor and always felt something strange, but when he felt it carefully, the strange feeling disappeared again.
Wang Cang's eyes looked at the other side of the lake, and his consciousness also emanated to the lake.
Wang Cang has been spreading his consciousness to the limit and has not found the end of the lake. This is not a lake. It is obviously the sea. No wonder Wang Cang always feels wrong. It turns out that there is a smell of sea in the water vapor.
Wang Cang also wants to go to the opposite side of the sea to see what it is, but now he has no magic weapon and the flight distance is still very short. At least he will not want to go to the other side of the sea without knowing how wide the lake is.
Wang Cang found a stone and sat down. Looking at the rising sun reflected on the sea, Wang Cang began to think nonsense again.
"How big is the sun? I heard from Grandpa Demon Emperor that it seems to be a big. It must be very warm on it..."
Wang Cang watched the sun rise completely and suddenly remembered that it was time to have breakfast, so he hurried home.
Although the back mountain is really not small, Wang Cang's speed is still extremely fast.
Wang Cang arrived at the east of the village and saw the children who had just finished the morning exercise.
"Uncle Zhao, good morning," Wang Cang greeted Uncle Zhao.
"Oh, I was shocked. What did you do in the back mountain early in the morning?" Uncle Zhao looked at Wang Cang doubtfully.
Wang Cang can't tell Uncle Zhao that he went to the other side of the mountain to see the big lake and now he is back. That's amazing. Wang Cang thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Go to the back mountain to see if there are any monsters to eliminate harm for the people."
"Go, you are not as clever as a child now," Uncle Zhao said angrily, and he didn't ask any more.
"Well, how come? I'm the most powerful little genius in the village. By the way, Uncle Zhao, have you received any good disciples this year?"
Uncle Zhao took a look at Wang Cang: "Who can compare with your genius, but there are almost a few people who can enter the school. After the affairs of the Yun family, these little guys have worked much more hard than ordinary times."
Wang touched his head: "Little guy, it seems that the oldest of them should be the same age as me. Am I a little guy?" Wang Cang looked surprised.
"You're not a little guy, you're a little monster," Uncle Zhao said angrily.
While talking, they have entered the village. Wang Cang and Uncle Zhao said goodbye: "Uncle Zhao, I'm going home for dinner. If you have any trouble, just come to me. I'm very good." After saying that, Wang Cang walked to his home.
Uncle Zhao looked at Wang Cang's back alone: "Awesome, it's very powerful. He's better than me. It's really not good how this boy practiced. I remember that the first day of our school was 17 years old that he broke through to the innate realm, but this boy doesn't seem to be 12 years old yet."
Uncle Zhao now often tells Wang Cang's stories with his children. Although most of the stories were compiled by himself, they did not believe Uncle Zhao's words at the beginning. A few days ago, they believed Uncle Zhao's words and practiced much more seriously than before.
Uncle Zhao looked at Wang Cang out of his sight and said to himself, "Now I have made you the idol of all children."
After saying that, Uncle Zhao walked to his home.
When Wang Cang was about to get home, he met several seven- or eight-year-old children, and they ran to Wang Cang.
"Brother Wang Cang, can you show us your unique trick of sweeping your legs with fallen leaves?" They scrambled to say.
Wang Cang was stunned, a unique move? Fallen leaves sweep the legs?
Wang Cang soon understood that this must have been what Uncle Zhao said, and he had no choice but to make a move to sweep his legs.
"It's so handsome" and "It's awesome."
Although Wang Cang's legs are very standard, it still has nothing to do with the handsome. This group of children are purely blindly worshipped, but Wang Cang is not easy to expose, and it is also good to be worshipped.
"Brother Wang Cang, I heard that you defeated all the tigers in the back mountain. Is it true that there are no beasts in this mountain now?"
Wang's face has a black line. What's this? Uncle Zhao should really be a storyteller. Wang Cang had to agree and say, "Yes, that tiger is very powerful. At the beginning, it took me a lot of effort to kill the tiger."
"Brother Wang Cang, can you show us that tiger skin?"
Wang Cang finally collapsed. He said to these children who were a few years younger than him, "Well, it's time for breakfast. You all go back. I'll talk to you when I have time."
"Well, goodbye, brother Wang Cang. Tell us how you stepped on the wind and clouds when you have time."
Wang Cang, who had just walked out of a few steps, fell directly and stepped on the wind and clouds? That's ridiculous. I'm almost the same now.
But the following words made Wang Cang even more helpless. A voice came from behind him: "Look, Brother Wang Cang walks so domineeringly that he is worthy of being my idol."
Wang Cang ran home directly. If it goes on like this, he will definitely be embarrassed. Although he is not thin-skinned, these children are really crazy.