I don't want to be rich

Chapter 298 "I'm an Art Student"

"What is history? Isn't it just a time amplifier for characters and events? Even if it is correct, it is an exaggeration." Xiao Hai said puzzled.

Su Qingqing came out from the kitchen with the dishes, glanced at the father and son, curled her lips and said, "Don't you want to talk to your son? Why are you talking about Wang Yangming?"

Xiao Hai was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and said: "My son is very knowledgeable and knowledgeable, so I told him these things unconsciously. I thought I would have the opportunity to tell him these things after I retired. .”

"Stop boasting, have you found the reason for his mediocre grades now? Governing the region, mobilizing troops to suppress rebellion, and writing books are issues that he should consider at his age? The age is different, and saints are no better than qigong masters." How much better is word of mouth?" Su Qingqing put down the dishes and said to the two of them.

At Xiao Hai's age, he has already learned to be good, and no longer argues with his wife, but Xiao Feng added: "What if it's a Martial Saint?"

These words were said by Xiao Feng unconsciously, upon hearing this, Xiao Hai subconsciously rummaged through his pockets for cigarettes.

"Ahem." Su Qingqing cleared her throat.

Xiao Hai hesitated, turned to Xiao Feng and said, "Can you tell me, what is a Martial Saint?"

"Father, the strongest martial artist in theory at this stage is the grand master. Moving mountains to fill the sea is nonsense, but he still has the ability to smash boulders and cut streams and rivers." Xiao Feng thought for a while and said to his father.

Xiao Feng's answer, of course, has some reservations, but he also knows that accepting something requires a process, just like if Xiao Feng told his father, after more than ten years, there will be masters who can fly to the moon physically , what would he think?

Some things are better penetrated bit by bit.

During these days in Yancheng, apart from making a name for himself, Xiao Feng did not let go of his cultivation as a warrior, he did not mention any fights with anyone, and Xiao Feng did not relax for a moment in his own cultivation.

It is precisely because he knows what someone will become in the future that he has a sense of urgency.

It's just a little strange, he can feel his progress through training and actual combat, but he still can't break through the warrior.

This is the case when you are a waste material, and it is the same when you are very strong. What is more polite is that after being able to abuse warriors, Xiao Feng is not yet a warrior. You are not angry.

After eating, Xiao Feng went out.

"You're going out as soon as you come back, right? What are you going to do?" Su Qingqing said to Xiao Feng unhappily.

"Looking for inspiration and opportunities to break through as warriors." Xiao Feng pondered for a while and said.

"..." Su Qingqing didn't know what to say for a moment, and then Xiao Feng took advantage of this time and ran away.

Where did Xiao Feng go after running out?In fact he had nowhere else to go.

People with abilities are not always calculating or preparing for a big plan. After all, unless it is something like zombies besieging the city tomorrow, they are not so eager.

By the way, if it's just ordinary zombies, Xiao Feng is not afraid anymore.

Although he is not yet a warrior, but only a quasi-warrior, Xiao Feng wondered if he also possessed the protagonist attribute of where things go wrong, so this time he went out, he chose a place with as few people as possible.

After all, it’s not good to implicate innocent people, so it’s up to you, that piece of wasteland in the suburbs, yes, Xiao Feng has been to that place before, it’s the night when he awakened from Wuyuan Neizang, he was killed by Xu Zifei place to take with you.

In Songjiang, Xiao Feng did not have a driver who could be called with just a phone call, so what should he do?

It seems that we can only wait...

In the taxi, the driver took the initiative to say to Xiao Feng: "If I didn't see you as a teenager, even though it was broad daylight, I really wouldn't take your job."

"Hey! Do you want to tell the rhythm of supernatural stories?" Xiao Feng asked curiously.

"Supernatural story? No, no, no, I want to talk about the rule of law." The driver said: "Didn't you hear the news? Recently, several of our taxi drivers have been robbed and killed."

The driver's words made Xiao Feng fall into the memory, and it seemed that there was such a period in his memory. The reason why he thought about it was that in a certain period, there were intensive taxi robberies all over the country.

"Ordinarily not, when there are many people recently, choose this time to commit the crime?" Xiao Feng muttered.

"Hey! You are so poor and crazy, it doesn't matter how many people you have." The driver drove with one hand and waved his hand with the other, and said, "And how much money does the taxi driver have on him? For such a little money, he would risk his life." , robbing that beast, doesn’t that mean you are poor and crazy?”

"Uh, yes, then you should pay more attention to safety, or bring some guys in the car." Xiao Feng gave advice to the driver.

"It's useless." The driver said: "This is the enemy's darkness. If someone is determined to think about you, you still don't know who is thinking about you. You are useless even if you are wearing a bright armor and holding a green dragon knife."

It's not surprising that a driver said these two things, because now the car radio is still playing storytelling by Master Shan.

"Not necessarily, if you walk around in this suit and carry a big knife, the gangsters may not dare to get into your car." Xiao Feng said with emotion.

"Then it's not just gangsters anymore, even normal people dare not go there." The driver replied with a smile.

The driver is not young, but he has a good personality and is quite humorous.

"How old is the young man?" the driver asked Xiao Feng.

"Three, uh, almost seventeen." Xiao Feng almost said bald.

"Well, I'm going to be in the third year of high school soon, one year younger than my son." The driver said everything.

"Ha, then he has survived." Xiao Feng said with a smile.

"Yeah! He was exhausted the year before. Fortunately, he did well in the college entrance examination." When the driver said that, his face showed pride.

This kind of pride is not annoying, so Xiao Feng asked in cooperation: "Then, where did the little brother get in the exam?"

"Yanda!" When the driver uncle said this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously opened, proud of his son.

"It's amazing... My dad's alumni." Xiao Feng answered this sentence, and then the driver stopped answering.

"Boy, you said there isn't even a village near that place, what are you going to do?" The driver who couldn't pick up the phone changed the subject.

"Caifeng?" Xiao Feng tried to think of a reason, especially if he didn't leave, he didn't have the confidence.

"Huh?" The driver won't pick up again.

Xiao Feng had no choice but to explain: "I am an art student, learning to paint."

"Hey, those who engage in art? Okay, okay, those who engage in art will make more money in the future!" The driver followed up with a compliment.

"It should be. After all, the industry's income is conservative, and those who starve to death are also like this." Xiao Feng said, and for a moment, the driver almost lost interest in talking.

(End of this chapter)