"Girl, don't try your best to escape, you can't escape. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Wang Mingyang collapsed a rockery in the garden with one palm, and a warm smile quietly swayed at the corner of his mouth, as if he saw the flowers bloom that year again...... The persistent figure.

"Xiao Ming! Listen to my brother, don't bother it. "In a wide and grand training ground, a young man in white stood tall, with sharp and angular facial features, wise and warm, and he looked like a jade son in his life. At this moment, he was looking at the battlefield with a smile, a butterfly in pink clothes, dragging a bow and arrow that was obviously taller than himself, climbing hard, with a stubborn face and a face that did not admit defeat.

"Xiao Ming...... Stop making a fuss! My brother will take you to pick flowers and catch butterflies, what do you think? It was Wang Zhenhua who spoke, he and Wang Mingyang have known each other since childhood, for this younger brother who is like a sister, Wang Zhenhua can be said to be very fond of him, and finally he couldn't bear it, so he opened his mouth to dissuade him.

Wang Mingyang turned his head, a touch of stubbornness suddenly erupted in his eyes as sharp as amber, and he shook his head firmly, "No, I want to learn to cultivate." ”

"Huh?" Wang Zhenhua was shocked, why did the little adults in their family who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun and make trouble suddenly open up? I don't like to do the things I usually like to pick flowers and chase butterflies.

"Fool...... If you want to cultivate, just come to your brother and figure out what to do by yourself. Wang Zhenhua smiled helplessly, and finally picked up Wang Mingyang distressedly and went home.

"Huh?" Wang Mingyang was stunned for a moment, only to feel that his feet were empty, and he lost his focus, and then he was casually carried into Wang Zhenhua's arms, "Really? Can I really cultivate? Wang Mingyang looked happy, and his deep eyes suddenly flashed with a thousand rays of light, dazzling everyone's eyes.

"Really!" The corners of Wang Zhenhua's mouth hooked helplessly, this guy obviously said that he wanted to cultivate, but now that he wants to cultivate, he is so surprised, he really can't figure out what he is thinking.

Of course, how did he know that the reason why Wang Mingyang said this was because he was really not sure.

How much effort does a person's cultivation require from the family, just look at Wang Zhenhua to know. Although Wang Mingyang is young, his mind is very delicate, and he naturally understands why Aunt Hua always instills in himself the idea that cultivation is very hard, tiring, and ugly. Actually, these are all secondary, and the point is that cultivation also depends on talent. Perhaps, no matter what you say, you don't want to watch such an innocent and lively child being tortured and depressed because of the limitations of talent.

The energy required for cultivation itself may not be huge, but it ...... If the target is a person who has no cultivation foundation at all. Everything is nothing but mutual torture. This is also the reason why the kind-hearted Aunt Hua wants to deceive him.

Wang Zhenhua naturally didn't know that the top brass of the Wang family had already concluded that Wang Mingyang couldn't cultivate the body of waste wood.

Of course, more than anything else, Wang Zhenhua wanted to know what had changed the cultivation plan of this guy who had turned black when he heard about cultivation.

Gently hooking the bridge of Wang Mingyang's petite nose, Wang Zhenhua smiled and said suspiciously, "Say, what made King Xiao Ming change his mind?" Feeling the doting of Microsoft from the tip of his nose, Wang Mingyang gently shook his head and heard the thick warmth inside.

"It's Brother Lin...... Wang Mingyang smiled coquettishly, and said innocently, "Brother Lin said that a man should stand up to the sky, not afraid of hardship, not afraid of tiredness, not afraid of challenges and hardships!"

Wang Zhenhua smiled helplessly, looked at the little adult-like child, listened to such passionate and cheerful words, and patted Wang Mingyang's little head funny and said, "What your brother Lin said is true, it's just that the cultivation journey is really bitter, are you sure you want to try?" ”

"Actually, even if you don't know how to cultivate, it's nothing, I will definitely protect you!" Wang Zhenhua stared at Wang Mingyang and said seriously.

"I don't want you to ......" five-year-old Wang Mingyang, a touch of persistence flashed on his pink face, "I want to protect you and Brother Lin through my own efforts." Wang Mingyang smiled like a scorching winter sun, which was deeply imprinted in Wang Zhenhua's young memories and was unforgettable for a long time.

"Wow...... Let me see, how does my Xiao Ming want to protect me? Wang Zhenhua smiled heartily, picked up the skinny Wang Mingyang and laughed all the way.

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Xiao Ming, as you said, you have to protect your brother when you grow up. Why, finally ...... Are you hesitating?

Wang Zhenhua's white clothes were fluttering, his palms were whining, and the thin little man who bloomed that year and the sunset suddenly flashed in his mind, patting himself insistively with a milky voice, telling himself that he would work hard to cultivate and protect himself in the future.

Things did not disappoint the young Wang Mingyang, under Wang Zhenhua's repeated insistence, Wang Mingyang accepted the evaluation of the Wang family again, and finally found that Wang Mingyang is not a waste of firewood, but his physique is weak, and his development is later than ordinary people, so the time of spiritual awakening is also later than ordinary people, and the real Wang Mingyang is actually a genius who is rare in a century. It is expected to impact the existence of the "Heavenly Word Catastrophe" in the future.

Wang Zhenhua still remembers the joy of the pink and lovely boy when he learned that he could protect them.

Wang Zhenhua sighed indifferently, if he had rejected his request and placed him safely by his side, he would have been an ordinary scholar, perhaps, there would not have been so many grievances and entanglements later......

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, look, I've learned luck!" is still the delicate villain with pink makeup and jade, since he started to cultivate, he has followed Wang Zhenhua from time to time to visit Lin Dongtian, and he always has a happy expression on his face, and he is coming up.

"Eight years old will be lucky, what are you happy about?" Who knew that the corners of Lin Dongtian's mouth twitched slightly, and his face did not change.

Forehead...... Sure enough, Wang Mingyang's face turned black in response. Muttered, unhappy.

"Okay, Xiaotian, don't make fun of him, you will have luck at the age of eight, which is rare among geniuses." Seeing this, Wang Zhenhua on the side couldn't help but open his mouth to relieve Wang Mingyang, and by the way, he could see the latter's smiling face.

"Brother Hua, you are used to him like this, and you are not afraid of spoiling him." Lin Dongtian raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"Haha...... You still say me? You're not the same, who helps him find the medicine for building the foundation and replenishing qi every day, and can also formulate a cultivation method suitable for others according to different differences, huh? Wang Zhenhua smiled warmly and retorted.

Lin Dongtian was suddenly embarrassed, yes, he obviously felt that this young man who was soft and weak to the extreme was very annoying, but he still couldn't help the thunder and rain of that little guy, and he was defeated. At last...... He found that he had become accustomed to the treasure-like little attendant who followed him.

I always run over in a hurry, reporting what I have learned, either happy or disappointed. When Lin Dongtian is in a good mood, he will also get started, demonstrate in person, and give him some. Sometimes he silently watched him and Wang Zhenhua play on the side, and he was in a very happy mood.

If time could come back, he really hoped that time would always be frozen at that time, when there was no sorrow and no entanglement. (To be continued.) )