Shocked, our ancestors also had to go to kindergarten

Ouyang Mingri controlled the wheelchair and moved slowly in the forest.

When encountering some bumpy areas, the wheelchair will rise up and large metal claws will appear underneath to grip the ground and move forward.

Although it was inconvenient for him to sit in a wheelchair, his wheelchair was functional enough and his spiritual roots were also convenient.

For example, at this moment, he saw a spiritual plant.

The golden spiritual power in his hand directly turned into a golden shovel. He stretched it out and dug, then shoveled out the spiritual plant along with the soil.

He hadn't even used the tools that came with his wheelchair.

The skill of transforming spiritual power at will was taught to the six children by Patriarch Bodhi, and it is not covered by any martial arts techniques.

This kind of technique of freely controlling spiritual power also exists in the world of immortal cultivation, but it is very rare and not widely circulated.

Even if others don’t know, Qin Huan still knows.

The children have been practicing for less than a month at most. They have to study academic subjects, practice, and use their spiritual power proficiently. It is really not easy at all.

Fortunately, they have one more day than others, otherwise they wouldn’t have so much time.

Just as he put the spiritual plant away, a sudden gust of wind blew.

Ouyang Mingri quickly turned his wheelchair to avoid it and fiddled with the small handles on the wheelchair a few times.

In an instant, several sharp arrows shot out from the armrests of the wheelchair, piercing the monster's head, killing it instantly.

He calmly turned his wheelchair over to collect the body, retrieved the arrow, and put it back on the wheelchair.

Just then, voices suddenly came from the forest.

"Brother, where are we going now?"

"Let's go to the edge of the inner circle. The spiritual plants there may be more valuable."

"Oh."

It was the voices of a man and a woman, and they seemed to be young.

Finally, two members.

The girl was surprised for a moment when she saw Ouyang Mingri, "Huh? Can a cripple come in to participate in the competition? Or is he a casual cultivator who got in by mistake?"

Cripple...

Qin Huan, who was peeping outside, guessed what the girl said by looking at her lip shape and his face turned grim.

Ouyang Mingri, however, remained calm.

He had heard words like this many times. Although his master treated him very well, sometimes when he went out with his master, there were always some ignorant children who called him like this.

So he has no friends.

"Junior sister!" the young man next to the girl scolded in a low voice.

Then he apologized: "Sorry, my junior sister has no ill intentions, she is just a little straightforward."

The girl pouted in dissatisfaction. She did not say anything wrong. She was already lame and no one could say anything about it.

A cripple who can't even run away, he must be looking for death by coming here.

Since they appeared, the smile on Ouyang Mingri's face disappeared, and he almost wrote clearly that I don't like you.

Whether it was an apology or harsh words, he didn't respond and just turned his wheelchair and walked away.

"Oh, no, why are you so proud?"

The young man stopped the girl who was only about fifteen years old and said, "Junior sister, don't make trouble. It's more important to go and dig the spiritual plants."

"We don't actually have to dig it ourselves. Why don't we go find other people and then just rob them when the time comes?"

Liu Mingyang was helpless, "What if I can't get it?"

Junior Sister Zhang is the daughter of his master, so even though she always offends people for various inexplicable reasons, he still has to stay by her side.

His master had thirteen direct disciples, and he was the least qualified among them.

If he wanted to gain the master's favor, he could only get benefits from this willful junior sister saying a few good words for him.

For example, he was able to participate in the competition this time because of his junior sister.

In fact, his junior sister wasn't that difficult to serve. She would listen to him even when he did something wrong. It was just that she wasn't very tactful in her words and her temperament was a little too humane.

For some reason, once a cultivator embarks on this path, his ability to produce offspring will deteriorate.

Some powerful men married as many as 108 concubines, but only had two sons and one daughter in their lifetime.

Therefore, here, the custom of favoring boys over girls is very rare.

What everyone values ​​is one's bloodline and talent, not gender.

In order to have offspring to pass on their legacy, some families would even deliberately keep some children with poor talents from embarking on the path of cultivating immortals.

Then they were given many wives and children.

After these children are screened based on their talents, the family will arrange their future paths and then train them separately.

Children like this have no worries about wealth and glory, but they need to become like breeding pigs.

Liu Mingyang’s talent is pretty good, he has dual spiritual roots of gold and fire, but the purity is not high enough.

Therefore, after being accepted as a disciple, he has been lukewarm. If he wants to get more resources for cultivation, he can only rely on pleasing the master's beloved daughter.

Seeing that his junior sister was in a bad mood, he still patiently coaxed her: "It's okay if you can't grab it. Let's go pick the spiritual plants now. When the time comes, I will give you my share. I will do everything I can to get you a place."

Hearing this, the girl smiled and said, "Senior brother is still the best to me.

But, Brother, since the lame guy is alone, why don't we rob him first?"

Liu Mingyang wanted to refuse. Although he scolded his junior sister, it did not mean that he disagreed.

The man is a young child and a cripple. What good things could he have in his pocket? It would be a waste of time to rob him.

But, he had already made his junior sister unhappy just now. If he didn't respond, she would probably be angry.

He sighed in his heart, "Since Junior Sister wants it, Senior Brother will naturally help you achieve your wish.

Junior sister, please wait here for a while. Senior brother will be back soon."

After bidding farewell to his junior sister, Liu Mingyang chased after Ouyang Mingri who was leaving.

***

Soon he caught up.

Looking at the person who blocked his way, Ouyang Mingri smiled, "I wonder what this Taoist friend means?"

Although it was a smile, Liu Mingyang felt that the smile of the child in front of him made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it was because his face was too beautiful and feminine, so even when he smiled, it looked like he was mocking someone.

It must be just an illusion, Liu Mingyang comforted himself.

After all, he hadn't told me his purpose yet, so why would this kid mock him for no reason?

Thinking about the purpose of his visit, Liu Mingyang felt a little embarrassed, but then he calmed down. This is how the world of immortal cultivation is, where the strong prey on the weak. If he wants to blame someone, he should blame himself for being the weak one.

"I wonder what spiritual plant this junior brother has dug up. Can I borrow the jade box to take a look?"

Ouyang Mingri asked with a smile: "Borrow or rob?"

"It's good that you understand some of my words, Junior Brother. We have no hatred in the past and no grudges in the present. I don't want to make things too ugly, Senior Brother."

"What if I don't want to?"

Liu Mingyang said coldly: "Then don't blame me for being too harsh."

"Ah."

Whoosh—two darts flew out from the wheelchair.

Ouyang Mingri's casual words came across the wind, "Then let me ask you about your strength."

Liu Mingyang did not expect that the boy not only did not show fear and endure, but instead attacked him at the slightest disagreement, and even launched a shameless sneak attack.

Because the dart came suddenly, he almost failed to dodge it.

Fortunately, there was no falsehood in his cultivation, it was the result of real practice.

So he quickly got out of the way.