In fact, there is a condition that is required, cultivation is qi refining, so cultivators must be able to perceive the aura between heaven and earth in order to refine qi and cultivate the Dao, and the Qianyuan world also has kung fu, but if there is no Qi refining and cultivation to match, it is also an embroidered pillow. For example, if a person who does not know how to cultivate the Dao, no matter how high his kung fu is, the destructive power he can produce depends on how much power the person's muscles can release, but a person who can refine qi and cultivate the Dao, by manipulating the qi he refines, will produce a destructive power that is incomparable to that of a person's muscles.

After all, the aura of heaven and earth, that is the power of nature!

It's a pity that none of Fan Gang's ancestors can perceive the aura between heaven and earth, so they can only practice some martial arts to strengthen their bodies. The number of people in Fan Gang's martial arts hall was twice that of the private school, and at this moment he was standing in five rows in the courtyard and striding his horse, while Fan Gang was leisurely holding a purple clay pot and staring at them to practice, scolding twice from time to time to show his majesty.

"Martial Master Fan—" a tentative voice remembered outside the door.

Everyone looked for prestige, but saw that it was Wu Qian standing at the door of the martial arts hall.

Everyone's eyes widened again...

Fan Gang knew Wu Qian, after all, doing that thing with sheep on the mountain made Wu Qian too famous!

"What's the matter?"

"I want to learn martial arts!"

The people in the martial arts hall began to become agitated, and they seemed to be a little unable to hold back the anger in their hearts for Wu Qian's move.

Fan Gang put down the purple clay pot and looked at Wu Qian from top to bottom, his face gradually becoming contemptuous.

"I don't have three here, perverts, poor ghosts, and wild seeds!"

As Fan Gang finished saying this, the martial arts hall burst into laughter, and everyone seemed to be laughing at Wu Qian with all their strength.

Wu Qian's heart seemed to be suddenly inserted into a nail, there was no pain, what he felt was a heart-piercing coldness, straight to the bottom of his heart!

Tears soon filled his eyes, Wu Qian raised his head, he didn't want tears to fall, everything in this world seemed to be against Wu Qian, the sun stabbed, Wu Qian's eyes flashed involuntarily, and tears fell...

If tears are useful, then the most precious thing in this world is probably tears. Wu Qian wiped away his tears and warned himself in his heart that tears would not win sympathy, and I don't need sympathy!

Now Wu Qian's every move seems to be big news in Sanhe Town, and the humiliation of the martial arts hall soon spread throughout Sanhe Town, and naturally it also reached Liang Wenshu's ears, Liang Wenshu sat in the study, his eyes were a little dazed, and after a long time, he stood up, looked in the direction of Wu Qian's broken temple, and whispered to himself: "He should leave Sanhe Town, I'm afraid he will really not come tomorrow!"

The next day was in a blink of an eye, and the students in the school were almost there, but Wu Qian's seat was still empty, Liang Wenshu was suddenly very disappointed in his heart, maybe he was too harsh on Wu Qian, maybe he should help him!

"Teacher Liang...", the familiar slightly trembling voice remembered outside the door: "I'm late!"

Liang Wenshu felt that his palms trembled a little, and hurriedly attached his hand behind him, turned around and smiled at Wu Qian.

"Come in!"

Wu Qian walked slowly towards his seat, his leg still a little lame, and snickering rang out in the classroom. It seems that Wu Qian has been beaten by them on the way here.

Liang Wenshu's smile remained unchanged and began to go to class as usual.

At the end of the private school class, every student who left glared at Wu Qian fiercely before going to the private school, and some deliberately spat next to him, it is estimated that if it weren't for Liang Wenshu's presence, the saliva would have been spit on his body.

Liang Wenshu didn't leave immediately, he thought that Wu Qian should have something to say to him, Liang Wenshu pretended to be careless and sorted out the clutter on the table, but after waiting for a while, he didn't hear Wu Qian make any sound, Wen Liangshu raised his head, but saw that Wu Qian had limped out of the private school.

Liang Wenshu felt that he was a little self-inflicted, smiled helplessly, and said, "It's really similar to me!"

When love becomes a habit, it loses its strong sense of love, and when harm becomes a habit, no one recognizes the evil!

Since then, Wu Qian seems to have become the condiment of Fan Yier and Wang Yucai's lives, they no longer care whether Wu Qian is qualified to go to private school, what they are worried about is that they can beat Wu Qian every day.

Beating Wu Qian has become their habit, and watching Wu Qian being beaten has also become a habit in Sanhe Town!

At first, Wu Qian struggled to fight back, but later found that he really didn't have the ability to fight back, so he simply curled up his body, let them fight, and after the fight, he dragged his injured body to the private school step by step.

Liang Wenshu saw everything in his eyes, but pretended not to see it, he wanted to see how long Wu Qian, a stubborn donkey, would be stubborn!

In this way, a month has passed, Wu Qian has been beaten every day, and no one in the entire Sanhe Town has stood up to stop it, and no one has even said a word for Wu Qian!

Finally, Wu Qian found that his spitting was bloodshot, and his urine was also bloodshot! But Wu Qian just didn't stop and continued to go to the private school!

What is this kid insisting on? Liang Wenshu couldn't understand Wu Qian at all. Finally, Liang Wenshu couldn't stand it anymore and called him Wu Qian into his study.

"If you continue like this, you will be killed in less than ten days!" Liang Wenshu admonished.

Wu Qian raised his head slightly, as if to determine how long he could live, and then said slightly: "Then I will hold on for another ten days!"

"What are you insisting on? Going to a private school is more important than your life?" asked Liang Wenshu.

Wu Qian endured the pain and sat down, and said without raising his head: "My father told me to be strong!"

Liang Wenshu seemed to be stunned by Wu Qian's words, and looked at Wu Qian with an inquiring gaze, waiting for him to continue.

"I think being strong is to stick to what you think is right, no matter what setbacks you encounter!" Wu Qian said calmly.

Liang Wenshu was a little speechless...

"It's as simple as that?"

"There's one more thing I want to verify!"

"What's the matter?"

"I wonder if I have a destiny!"

"What?!" Liang Wenshu seemed to be a little incredulous what he heard!

Wu Qian also seemed a little surprised, raised his head and glanced at Liang Wenshu, and said, "Destiny!

Liang Wenshu's face was black, there were people in this world who suspected that he had a destiny, and he used this way to verify it! Liang Wenshu glanced at Wu Qian, looked at Wu Qian with a blue nose and swollen face, Liang Wenshu seemed to understand!

This kid's brain has been broken!