After being scolded by his father, Wu Tian was not angry, but tilted his head and grinned, with eight hundred questions in his heart: "What's wrong with his father today? Did he take gun medicine?" Wu Tian's dragon eyes were able to recognize the qi, and emotions were one of the important reasons that affected a person's popularity. If someone was angry, his qi would quickly flow and condense.

Perhaps a person who is well-educated will not show anger on his face, but a person's anger will not lie. Wu Ying's anger is still as stable as usual, so Wu Tian concluded that his father was not angry at all, even if Wu Ying looked furious on his face and cursed his stupid son.

Seeing that Wu Tian was unmoved, Wu Ying only felt that he was playing the piano at the cow. He didn't understand why his son was so sensitive since childhood, and his pretentiousness could never hide his son.

But this is good. My son will not be cheated by evil people in the future. His father will be relieved. He was filled with relief, but Wu Ying's tone became even more depressed. He sneered and said, "With your attitude, you still want to practice qi?" Wu Tian opened his eyes in surprise when he heard this. "I tell you, as long as I am still your father for one day, then you don't want to practice qi. Unless you betray the monk, there will be no door!"

After hearing what his father said, Wu Tian jumped up and said, "Dad, have you drunk expired beans today? His mind is full of tofu. Wu Ying's eyes widened and said, "Dare you dare to scold your father!"

Wu Tian took his ears and said, "No, Dad, I think you are lucky! Otherwise, after eating stinky tofu, you still don't know what it will become. Will your hair grow?" Lao Qi laughed out loud when he heard this. It turned out that the young master from home was mocking the master for acting like he was not like tofu. His brain was as chaotic as tofu.

"Tsk," Wu Ying spat. He should have thought that in front of his smart son, his acting skills were not even enough to get started. He actually thought that he was obviously a slutty martial artist, so what kind of play he acted in? He just started to do it! Thinking of doing it, Wu Ying grabbed Wu Tian with one of his big hands. Wu Tian looked at him and his face turned pale. The scholar was afraid of encountering something, and he was afraid that he would be right to meet a soldier and would not say anything!

"Mom, you know that your husband is going to kill his own son!" Wu Tian shouted, wanting to run away, but his father, who was not as good as the general level, was immediately pulled up by his collar.

Wu Ying held Wu Tian and put it in front of her face. The two of them looked at the small eyes. Wu Tian smiled embarrassedly and said, "Dad, I mean, your wisdom is condensed and extremely wise. My mind is beans, and your mind is tofu, which is hundreds of times better than my son."

Wu Ying laughed and slapped his son in the ass. "Oh, you really hit me! A manly man, you spank me, how can I see people in the future?" Wu Tian was also a little anxious. How could he be a spanked by how old he is now? "Hmph! Bastard, I will tell you clearly. Now that Qi training is declining, even if your old smoke gun is really a bit itself, I can't live for a few years when he looks like a tuberculosis."

"What should you do when that tuberculosis dies? Let me tell you that learning qi will definitely achieve nothing. Unless you can resist your father and me, I will never let you practice qi!"

Wu Tian sighed deeply. He knew that it would definitely not be wise to learn the spirit. Now Wu Tian is like an ignorant young man in his previous life who pursues his ideals, but is scolded by his elders for not doing his job properly. Although Wu Tian is no longer a child, he is probably older than his father in his heart, but this ideal of pursuing spirit has been born in decades of brewing and becoming more and more profound.

"Dad, my son is also showing off with you today. I must practice qi, no matter whether you want it or not." Wu Ying was really angry when she heard this and said, "Damn it, do you want your father to practice qi?" Wu Tian grinned, his eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and said, "Don't, dad, why would I not want you? It's not a conflict between practicing qi and you, my father, you are just having trouble!"

"I'm having a quarrel?" Wu Ying pointed at his nose and was immediately amazed and crying. Wu Tian looked serious and said, "Dad, learning martial arts usually starts at the age of thirteen or fourteen. I have three years left before that time, so how can I make a promise with my father?"

Wu Ying was stunned, looked at Lao Qi and said, "You said."
Chapter completed!