Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class Chapter 9: Yellow hair caused trouble and returned my roast duck

Huang Mao rubbed his shoulders and said angrily, "Boy, you don't have eyes!"

The person Huang Mao scolded was Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan had an innocent look on his face, spread his hands and said, "You bumped into it yourself."

"Then you won't hide?" Huang Mao said angrily.

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Brother, I have my back to you, how can I hide?"

Huang Mao is unrelenting: "I don't care, you hurt me now, and I have to pay for the medical expenses."

Huang Mao is an unemployed vagabond who does petty theft and has already spent all his money.

He saw that Qin Chuan was quite honest, so he wanted to knock him out.

However, Qin Chuan didn't have much money on him.

If you want him to pay for medical expenses, he will definitely not be able to pay.

What's more, he won't lose a penny at all.

At this time, the number called by the clerk at the counter was Qin Chuan's.

Qin Chuan immediately handed over his numbered ticket to the clerk.

The clerk didn't look at it carefully, and threw the numbered ticket into the trash can, and then put the roast duck in a paper bag and put it on the counter.

Qin Chuan took out the only one hundred-yuan bill and waited for the clerk to find the money.

Suddenly, Huang Mao came to Qin Chuan's side and took away the paper bag containing the roast duck.

"Since you don't want to pay my medical bills, then this roast duck will belong to me." Huang Mao said proudly.

Qin Chuan was startled, resisted his anger, and said solemnly, "Give it back to me."

Huang Mao said, "Is there any reason to return the things in my hands?"

Qin Chuan repeated: "Give it back to me."

He is slightly angry now.

Huang Mao ignored it. As a gangster, he often did this kind of thing.

Qin Chuan was angry and wanted to teach him a lesson.

An uncle came over and whispered in his ear: "Young man, a ruffian like him, it's better to have less than one more thing, I think it's fine!"

This uncle is also very kind.

Qin Chuan also understands.

But it took a lot of determination to buy roast duck, so why would Huang Mao take it?

Qin Chuan grabbed Huang Mao's clothes and didn't let him go.

The yellow hair is on fire.

"Boy, you are courting death!" Huang Mao said.

Qin Chuan said: "Give me the roast duck."

Huang Mao said angrily: "Fogcao, you don't understand human words!"

Qin Chuan continued: "Give me the roast duck!"

"You are courting death!" Huang Mao raised his foot and was about to kick Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan didn't hide either.

Huang Mao kicked Qin Chuan's knee.

Others thought that Qin Chuan would be kicked down.

After all, Qin Chuan is honest and looks a little weak.

However, the reality is not what they think.

Qin Chuan was not kicked down, instead Huang Mao sat on the ground, hugged his feet, and groaned in pain.

Everyone was stunned.

Those who didn't know thought Huang Mao was touching porcelain.

Qin Chuan took the paper bag and left the roast duck restaurant without looking back.

"Damn, don't go!"

From the back came the yelling of Huangmao.

…

Back home.

Qin Chuan opened the paper bag and divided two by three and five, only the skeleton of a whole roast duck was left.

"It's delicious!"

Qin Chuan patted his stomach and leaned on the sofa with a comfortable face, completely forgetting the previous conflict in the store.

The next day, it was still at the foot of Hushan Mountain.

Qin Chuan thought he had come very early.

I never thought that some old men and women were here a long time ago.

In addition, there are some unfamiliar faces.

After all the people were together, Qin Chuan checked the register of immortals.

The group of cultivators was over 50 people.

Although so far it has been dominated by the elderly, this does not affect the cultivation of immortals.

Qinchuan also welcomes the elderly.

If they are all young people, it will be a big problem in management.

Today, Wang Zhixing is here.

Seeing him frowning, Qin Chuan seemed to have something on his mind.

"Uncle Wang, do you have something on your mind?" Qin Chuan came to him.

Wang Zhixing glanced at him, as if thinking about something.

After a while, Wang Zhixing said, "Qinchuan, are you hiding something from me?"

Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment, not understanding that the other party would ask such a question.

Wang Zhixing smiled and said: "I know you have difficulties, I can understand even if you don't say it.

But now the people you are looking for are all elderly. If something goes wrong, can you be responsible?

Actually, it's not all on your shoulders, and I'm also responsible.

Don't worry, if something goes wrong in the future, I will help you and won't let you take the blame. "

After Qin Chuan heard it, he was really at a loss.

Wang Zhixing didn't come yesterday and was thinking all the time.

Ever since he finished talking on the phone with his old friend, he felt more and more that Qin Chuan was actually using the guise of cultivating immortals, but he was actually pulling people to do experiments.

The reason why he didn't break it was because he had a little selfishness in it.

Because, I have really become younger, and my physical strength has also improved.

People have seven emotions and six desires, and a great educator like Wang Zhixing is no exception.

He's gone through everything he's supposed to be at his age.

To tell the truth, when his wife left, his heart also left.

His children have their own families, and he doesn't want to disturb them.

He is not used to being alone, but can only choose to be alone.

But after meeting Qin Chuan and contacting the so-called immortal training class, he felt that he had another choice.

When breathing out, the whole person is very relaxed, don't think about anything, let oneself empty, and enjoy it very much.

Although he knows that all these are illusions inspired by drugs, they are all illusory and unreal.

But he'd rather get stuck in it.

Therefore, he did not want to dismantle Qin Chuan.

He also felt that a smart person like Qin Chuan should know what he was talking about.

Unfortunately,

He doesn't know.

Qin Chuan is a very simple person, and he won't rack his brains to find out what he doesn't understand.

It takes too much brain cells.

Be a man!

Simple is better.

"Uncle Wang, do you want to continue to practice?"

Qin Chuan left behind what Wang Zhixing had just said.

Wang Zhixing also did not continue the previous topic.

He also understands that ~IndoMTL.com~ Qin Chuan asked himself if he wanted to practice, but in fact he didn't want him to continue using psychotropic drugs.

After all, the side effects are dangerous.

But he has a solution, and the 'cultivation' will naturally continue.

So, he immediately responded.

A few minutes later,

It's still that grove, it's still that feeling.

After a while of dizziness, everyone appeared at the sect.

The old students went to the dojo very consciously to meditate and breathe,

The new students were brought by Qin Chuan to do the preparations before immortal cultivation.

…

Time flies, and the day's practice is coming to an end.

Today, eight people have reached the goal of entraining air into their bodies.

Although no achievements have been unlocked, Qin Chuan is still very satisfied.

Farewell to the old lady, Qin Chuan went home alone again.

Passing by the roast duck restaurant, the tempting aroma of meat made his mouth water.

But the money on me... a bit touching, I can't even buy a roast duck.

"Forget it, if you smell it, you'll have eaten it."

Qin Chuan left after standing for a few minutes.

As soon as the front foot left, a group of people came here on the back foot.

The leader is a bald man, followed by a group of younger brothers, and yesterday's yellow hair was among them.

Huang Mao's left foot was tied in a cast, leaning on crutches and limping.

After Qin Chuan left yesterday, Huang Mao went to the lying clinic because of the severe pain in his feet.

I didn't think so, there was a finger-long crack on the foot bone.

He couldn't get angry, so he found the bald head, and wanted the bald head to help him out of his anger.

"Brother bald, he made me like this." Huang Mao pointed at the back of a young man in front of him.

The bald head didn't say much, he waved his hand, and the younger brothers immediately chased after him.