Chapter 3907 Toddler’s Little Calculation

"Have you eaten it for a year?" The child was shocked.

If Wang Han's description is not exaggerated, how could a five- or six-year-old child endure the pain of being gnawed by thousands of ants?

Not an hour, not a day, not a month, but a whole year!

Shui Yijun still had a soft voice: "Actually, the memory of that year has become very blurry to me."

"It's really not easy to remember things from childhood."

"No, I can remember things very clearly when I was three or four years old. Only in that year, I have no memory at all of what happened." Shui Yijun said, "If my mother hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have even remembered it. You know, it turns out that I have taken so many Yijing Pills."

The child took a breath: "You must be in too much pain."

"I don't know." Shui Yijun smiled, "But I can still feel the fear when I see the Yi Jing Dan again."

He put down the elixir and said seriously: "Youngyou, don't eat this."

"Why?"

"It feels really bad."

"But it's useful for practice."

"With your talent, why do you need these external blessings?" Shui Yijun shook his head, "My mother made it for a waste like me, not for a genius like you. There is no need for you to suffer these hardships. "

After hearing this, the child frowned: "Shui Yijun, don't be influenced by your mother. There are millions of people in this world. Are those who can't practice martial arts all useless? I, Zhao Youbian, are the first to disagree. In the imperial court , No matter how good your martial arts is, if you don’t have wisdom and ability, you are just a martial artist!"

"Yes, I know. Don't be angry." Shui Yijun calmed her down gently, "I know the outside world. But, after all, this is Piaoyun Village, a place where martial arts is respected. In the eyes of mother, As her son, I was born unable to practice martial arts, which is undoubtedly a shame to her. It is reasonable for her to think that I am a waste. "

"These are all bastard words. You refuse to leave and insist on staying here and being controlled by your mother."

The toddler sighed.

My heart is full of hatred that iron cannot become steel.

Shui Yijun cared about her wholeheartedly and didn't want her to take the Yi Jing Pill.

The child said: "No matter what, I'll give it a try. I can't give up on the Yi Jing Pill without even trying it."

Shui Yijun put down the gourd and said, "Speaking of which, this Yi Jing Pill is also very valuable. Ordinary disciples rarely get one pill a year. Mother gave you thirty pills at a time, which shows that she is determined to win your promotion."

The child asked: "Are these things also sold in the market?"

"It's rare. Most disciples have this thing, but they don't have enough for themselves. It can be said that it has a price but no market."

"How much can one sell for?"

"Two hundred taels of silver are always needed."

"Really?" The child looked at the gourd and calculated in his mind, one was two hundred taels, and thirty would be six thousand taels of silver.

For her, a direct disciple who only had fifty taels of silver per month, it was a lot of money.

If you save up, you will always have enough to pay for your trip home.

Young children make small calculations.

Shui Yijun was still worried about her: "When do you plan to eat? If you feel any discomfort, you must tell me."

The child smiled and said: "Don't worry, your mother will not let me die if she puts up such a big fight to force me to practice."

The next day before dawn, the child got up, took an I Ching Pill, and went to see Shuizhu.