"Okay, let's stop talking." While the three brothers and sisters were "playing", Father Wang and Queen Mother, the heads of the family, had also sat down.

Seeing Wang Li pouring the "green corn" from his own bowl into the bowls of the two little guys, Wang Zhenjiang, the father of Wang, visibly frowned, but quickly relaxed.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at Wang Li quietly.

On the other hand, the Queen Mother smiled happily when she saw Wang Li's actions.

"Eat." The Queen Mother waved her hand.

Without saying a word, Father Wang picked up the bowl and swallowed the rice in a few mouthfuls. Then he ate less than half of the many dishes on the table like a wind and a lingering cloud.

"I'm done eating." Father Wang only said this, and then walked out of the house without looking back, and went to practice martial arts on the barren hill behind his farmhouse.

The Queen Mother didn't care at all about her husband's unattractive appearance. They had lived together for twenty or thirty years, and no one knew who was better or worse. She had long been used to Father Wang's lifestyle, so she just picked up the

bowl.

The three brothers Wang Li looked at each other, and even the younger brother Wang Luo, who had a venomous tongue that would poke people's lungs with every word, no longer wanted to talk at this time.

This... oh... what does Father Wang say?

Anyway, Wang Li summarized the memories of his past and present lives, and in the end he could only conclude: This is an old father who has been strong throughout his life and very stubborn.

Other martial artists who are the same age as Father Wang have probably given up the idea of ​​taking their "martial arts" to the next level after being unable to break through to the "martial arts" realm for a long time.

But Dad Wang is different. He is still full of hope, practices martial arts every day, never relaxes, and his true heart in martial arts has never changed.

Even after his two children were found to have better martial arts aptitude than him, Father Wang never gave up his pursuit of martial arts, and was even more eager to squeeze his own potential.

I want to take care of myself when my blood is about to decline, and take a step further to truly become a "warrior".

Regardless of whether I should say this or not, classmate Wang Li is very pleased with his father's sincere attitude toward martial arts.

Martial arts realm, martial disciple, martial artist, martial ancestor, martial master, martial saint, martial god.

Martial arts has always been the most mainstream, most senior, and most sacred force in this new world.

Almost every aspect of this new world is linked to martial arts.

Why is Lao Wang's farmhouse so prosperous?

Isn't it just because of Wang's father's twelfth-level warrior status as a backing!

Why is it that when the old Wang family opens a farmhouse, they can contract a large piece of barren mountain behind the house?

Isn't it just because Wang Lulu and Wang Luo have excellent martial arts qualifications that someone in the Han Federation made an early investment!

However, Lao Wang's "farmhouse entertainment" has reached its bottleneck at this point.

Unless Father Wang can break through the "Warrior" status, if the Wang Family Farmhouse wants to continue to develop, he will most likely have to rely on classmate Wang Li and his younger brothers and sisters to make progress.

It can be said that the main contradiction currently facing the Wang Family Farmhouse is the contradiction between the growing industry of the large collective and the overwhelmed martial arts realm of the individual.

Wang Li didn't understand this at first, but after a night of reflection, he gradually came around to it.

In fact, it is the same with Wang Li. If Dad Wang can break through the "Martial Artist", his classmate Wang Li will dare to walk sideways in the school.

If he could break through the "Wuzong", Wang Li would dare to go to Brother Yuanzhu's house and become the crooked Dragon King.

If he breaks through to "Wuzun", Bailihou of Laijun City can take Wang Li to drink tea!!

"So, Dad, Dad Wang, when will you be able to stand up! Your son is waiting for you!" There is no self-consciousness about being a "Saint Seiya" who can break the sky with his fists and shake the earth with his feet. Wang Li couldn't help but hate his father for not being able to master the art of steel.

"Mom, when will my father be able to break through to the 'Warrior'?" At this time, the little cotton-padded jacket Wang Lulu groaned, raised her head from her small bowl, and asked at the dining table.

"Eat your food." The Queen Mother glanced at her little girl: "Can't even the 'green corn' your brother gave you stop your little mouth?"

"Oh." The little girl continued to bury her head in the small bowl.

"I think... Dad should have broken through to the 'Warrior' long ago. Why wait until today?"

Wang Li was eating his latest plate of roast duck one after another, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Just like what Wang Li said to Li Yuanzhu before, martial arts practice is all about being brave and diligent, looking forward, and the most taboo is looking forward and backward, hesitating, and indecisive.

My father, Wang Zhenjiang, is a warrior at the twelfth level of martial arts. He is just a little short of breaking through to the realm of "martial artist".

But the last time he tried to break through the realm was eleven years ago.

After eleven years of living a comfortable life, raising children, having a wife and children on the bed, although my father has improved a lot in internal and external skills, he probably doesn't even know how much spirit he still has inside.

How can I break through the realm of martial arts when I am so confused?

Wang Li felt that instead of hoping that his father would be able to explode, it would be better to hope that he could find a way to sharpen his father's spirit and energy.

Wait...grind???

"Quack...this...is a bit confusing." Wang Li looked at his younger brothers and sisters, and then stretched his head to look at the barren mountains in the distance. Countless bold ideas about how to be kind to a father and filial to his son came to his mind.

"I remember that an announcement was made just a few days before Laijun City. It seemed that an unknown number of evil warriors were scurrying around Laijun City..." Wang Li ate the duck one bite at a time, thoughtfully.

"Son, don't worry about Dad. Did you have dinner at Yuan Zhu's house again yesterday?"

The Queen Mother pushed the duck in front of Wang Li forward a little further, seemingly leaving no trace.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Student Wang replied nonchalantly.

"Nothing, come on, son, eat the duck. Son, how do you think the duck is done?" The Queen Mother pushed the duck again.

"Well, this duck is well cooked. It's soft in the mouth, soft in the mouth, and has a long-lasting fragrance. It's a rare duck." Classmate Wang Li nodded naturally, then raised his chopsticks and ate several more pieces. .

"Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. Weren't you full yesterday? How come you still know to have breakfast at home and not go to school?" The Queen Mother slapped her chopsticks, which made the three brothers and sisters shrink their heads.

"Oh, it's so hard to be a son. I didn't say anything wrong, but why did I get so angry?" Wang Libai was puzzled and didn't know what he said to make his mother so angry. His face was full of anger and wrinkles.

"But it's really good to be a duck..."

"Brother, please stop talking. If you continue talking, this book will be gone again." Wang Luo, who couldn't stand listening at all, rolled his eyes.

Listen, is it possible for a child of his grade to listen to such arrogant words?

"Ha~" Wang Li looked deeply at Minato's younger brother.
Chapter completed!