Chapter 22 (1/2)

”Tell me how you feel!” Wang Yaoqun was a little excited. He was right. His son's talent was really extraordinary.

”Well, a few days ago, as usual, I held the yuan in the same way as my brother taught me... Today, my brother told me that I should be Dantian gas, so I dare not test it.” Wang Qitian told his parents what he had said to Wang long before. After all, Mr. and Mrs. Wang Yaoqun have profound cultivation and extensive knowledge, and can better judge their own situation.

”Jiu'er, relax and I'll explore.” Wang Yaoqun's excited hands trembled. He would check Wang Qitian's body every month. I'm afraid he will hurt himself because of his young age and heavy training load.

But this time he put his hand directly on Wang Qitian's belly. It seems that he wants to have a thorough examination this time.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... Time passed, but Wang Yaoqun was still checking. During this period, no one dared to make a sound. For fear of disturbing Wang Yaoqun.

Ten minutes later, Wang Yaoqun took back his hand against Wang Qitian's lower abdomen, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead. It can be seen how much effort Wang Yaoqun had made this time.

”Father, how's it going? Is there nothing wrong with my body?” Wang Qitian, who was originally disapproving, was also a little hairy after being checked by his father for so long. It's hard not to have a problem with his body. Otherwise, check his Dantian. Why should it take so long.

”No, no problem, not only no problem, but also very good. Ha ha, jiu'er, you are really beyond my expectation. What you feel is not wrong. That is the elixir field Qi. Although it has begun to take shape, it is a real elixir field Qi. Moreover, this elixir field Qi is full of toughness and talent is definitely not bad.” Wang Yaoqun is in a good mood, The frown that has just been frowned is now completely stretched out. What can be happier than your son's promise.

”Father, what level do you think my talent can reach?” Wang Qitian is still very interested in his own test. After all, a person's talent level determines the degree that can be achieved the day after tomorrow.

”Talent level? The lowest conservative estimate is cyan!” when Wang Yaoqun said this sentence, he was also cluttering in his heart. He guessed the same thing before, but after really checking the situation, he really reached his guess, and his feelings were different.

”Well, jiu'er, Long'er, come with me.” Wang Yaoqun went straight out of the house and pushed the door. At the moment, he changed back to his previous look of depression and anger.

Seeing this scene, the other three also hurried to tidy up their mood. For fear of being seen by outsiders.

Wang Qitian and Wang Long followed with drooping heads, like children who did something wrong. Murong Xueer showed concern and stared at Wang Qitian.

After a while, Wang Yaoqun took the three to the study, and then went straight behind the screen. Behind the screen was a bed. Usually, Wang Yaoqun would rest here when he was tired of reading.

When he got to the bed, Wang Yaoqun opened the quilt on the bed and leaked the board below, but he would find it if he looked carefully. The bed board is not connected together, and some irregular pieces are spliced together.

I saw Wang Yaoqun lighting on different boards, irregular but familiar.

After a few clicks, with a squeak, all the exposed boards were put away, revealing a downward stone step passage.

It turned out that there was a secret room under the study, which Wang Qitian didn't know. For this secret room, only Murong Xueer may know except Wang Yaoqun.

Know, know. But Murong Xueer seldom comes here. I only come here when I practice in seclusion. Because I'm afraid someone will disturb me when I'm closed, which will affect my cleanliness.

”Father, what are you doing here?” Wang Qitian asked strangely.