Chapter 16 The Conscientious Female Anchor Who Is Irresistible

There are different levels of enlightenment, and there is no limit to the peak.

Wang Daqi, who had just broken through the fifth level of cultivation, naturally would not think of staying in the acquired realm for his whole life. He wanted to see the legendary innate realm.

And martial arts need the guidance of predecessors, and Wang Daqi's hope is on his father.

If his father had a discussion with the hermit master, he might be able to see the path to the peak of martial arts.

"Kneel down."

After hearing his son's words, Wang Bucheng shouted coldly.

"Father."

Subconsciously kneeling on the ground, Wang Daqi shouted helplessly.

"Recite the family motto a hundred times."

Without saying more, Wang Bucheng directly started to punish.

"Pass on the family motto with martial arts, win people over with virtue, do not be happy with external things, and do not put cultivation first"

Facing the majesty of his father, Wang Daqi recited the family motto loudly.

Half an hour later, when his son had finished reciting the family motto a hundred times, Wang Bucheng admonished him in a cold voice: "The road of martial arts is far away. If you always think about competing for the first place in cultivation, you will inevitably fail. I have seen many geniuses from various sects in my life, all of whom gave up halfway because of their youthful vigor. The masters who can cultivate to the depths of martial arts are all calm and experienced. If you disturb them for no reason, it will be a disaster rather than a blessing."

In his estimation, the hermit master must be about the same age as himself.

Since the other party has been in seclusion in the secular world for many years and does not want to be discovered, if his son rashly disturbs the other party, it will inevitably make the other party unhappy.

To put it nicely, a martial artist who can cultivate to more than the sixth level is calm and steady, but to put it bluntly, he is deep-minded and scheming. None of them is easy to get along with.

No one knows what the consequences will be if such a person is angered.

If something unpleasant really happens, he, as an old father, will be out of reach.

"Yes, my son will remember it."

Listening to his father's admonition, Wang Daqi, who understood his father's character, corrected his mistakes.

"Remember, the seniors you met at the martial arts conference are only good people on the surface. Without some tricks, how many of them can survive the war years."

In order to prevent his son from making mistakes, Wang Bucheng warned him again.

It's just that his son was born in a peaceful age, and he has achieved something in his middle age, so he has never experienced any evil people.

Although he is already a father, he is still as naive as an ordinary young man.

Who knows that the rivers and lakes that remain in the books have never disappeared, but in everyone's heart.

"Yes."

Kowtowing respectfully, Wang Daqi sincerely admitted his mistakes, and on the surface he had already realized the importance of his father's words.

"Get up, find someone to change the tea set, it's a pity."

Seeing that his son's attitude of admitting his mistakes was good, Wang Bucheng didn't say much, turned around and looked at the broken tea set, feeling a little regretful.

Although their family is not short of money now, Wang Bucheng, who has come from hard times, is still relatively frugal. In daily expenses, except for tea, which is the biggest part, he rarely wastes money.

"Yes."

After hearing his father's instructions, Wang Daqi got up and left, but he didn't notice his father's solemn eyes behind him.

"Bang."

At four o'clock in the morning, Wang Ren finished practicing a round of the spiritual version of Huangji Sandie. His ears moved and he heard a slight sound of footsteps in the distance.

Standing at the end of the exercise, Wang Ren stepped lightly, and many maple leaves that originally formed a circle fluttered and fell evenly on the green floor tiles.

Quickly returning to the pavilion, picking up the phone, and putting on a coat, Wang Ren saw two slender figures walking up along the stone mountain road with amazing eyesight, and the woman behind was wearing a camera on her head.

In addition, there was a young man following ten meters away, like a bodyguard.

"????"

Looking at the appearance of the two people on the other side, it seems that they are some midnight female anchors.

It's just that it's so cold, and you're crazy to come to the top of Tashan Park at four in the morning to blow the cold wind.

"Jia Jia, Jia Jia, there's someone in front."

At this time, Lou Panpan, who was walking behind and taking photos, saw a figure by the pavilion and quickly reminded his friend in front.

"Who is it?"

Looking forward according to her bestie's words, Jie Jiaren, who was originally walking briskly, couldn't help but stop.

What's going on? There's still someone on the top of the park in the middle of the night.

There shouldn't be a ghost, right?

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Looking at the eye-catching conscience of the female anchor in front of him, Wang Ren's mind flashed a certain conscientious financial female anchor he had seen in the Douyin local channel, and he couldn't help but sigh that Hangzhou is too small.

He didn't expect that this real person's conscience was indeed big enough, and the skin on her face was only average.

However, when a normal man sees that conscience, how could he pay attention to other places? It's considered top-notch if it's just okay.

It seems that the other party has millions of fans on Douyin, and is considered a big internet celebrity. Netizens unanimously believe that she is the most beautiful female financial anchor.

The small anchor who rents downstairs from his house has at most hundreds of thousands of fans, which is not comparable at all.

Thinking about other things, Wang Ren, who knew that it would be difficult to practice next, packed up the incubator and prepared to leave.

‘Wow, a handsome guy is exercising at only four o’clock. ’

‘It should be cold in Hangzhou in December, why is this handsome guy wearing so little? ’

‘Wow, this handsome guy looks pretty good. ’

‘This guy is lucky, he can meet Guagua early in the morning. ’

‘I also want to get up early and exercise in the park in Hangzhou. ’

‘Guagua, go and chat with him, I will send you a carnival if you get his contact information. ’

‘Guagua, go, +1. ’

‘Guagua, go, +1. ’

‘Guagua, go, +1. ’

‘Guagua, go, +1. ’

“Handsome guy, handsome guy, please wait.”

Seeing the enthusiasm of thousands of netizens in the live broadcast room, the top sister also gave a gift worth 1,000 yuan, and the other netizens also gave small gifts. As a female anchor who dotes on fans, Jie Jiaren also called out to the other party.

It shouldn’t be difficult to get a WeChat contact number.

"What's up?"

Wang Ren asked in confusion, his eyes falling on the female anchor who was jogging over and whose conscience was constantly fluctuating.

He knew that the other party was broadcasting live, but he was not worried about showing his face, because the other party didn't know that he was a cultivator anyway.

"Excuse me, are you doing morning exercises?"

Jie Jiaren asked, looking down at the screen-connected mobile phone tied to her wrist.

"Well, aren't you?"

Nodding, Wang Ren asked back.

Originally, he didn't want to pay attention to the other party, but who made the other party have such a big conscience.

Early in the morning, this conscientious female anchor was only wearing a tight black warm top, and he almost sank his eyes into her condescendingly.

Wang Ren, who was obsessed with liver proficiency, was also a normal man, especially recently he was diligent in cultivation, and the yang energy in his body was quite strong.

"I'm here for morning exercise, too. I wonder if I can add you as my friend so we can exercise together in the future?"

Under the bright light, looking closely at the handsome guy in front of her, Xie Jiaren found that he had a handsome face and super good skin.

That smooth skin made people feel envious.

Xie Jiaren, who often wears makeup, often pays attention to the texture of others' skin because her skin is not so good.