"Have you eaten 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 jealous ants?

It’s not an hour, not a day, not a month, but a whole year!

But Shui Yijun still had a soft voice: "Actually, the memories of that year have become very vague to me."

"It's really not easy to remember what happened when I was a child."

"No, I can remember the three or four years old very clearly. Only in that year, I have no memory of what happened." Shui Yijun said, "If my mother had not mentioned it, I wouldn't even know that I had eaten so many Yijing pills."

The child took a breath: "You are because it's too painful."

"I don't know." Shui Yijun smiled, "But when you see the Yijing Pill again, you can still feel the fear."

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

"Why?"

"It really doesn't feel good."

"But it is useful for cultivation."

"With your talent, how can you need these external things to bless you?" Shui Yijun shook his head, "That was made by his mother for a waste like me, not for a genius like you. There is no need for you to suffer any of these hardships."

When the young child heard this, he frowned: "Jun Shui Yijun, don't be influenced by your mother. There are thousands of people in this world who can't practice martial arts. Are all wasteful people? I, Zhao You, the first one, disagrees. In the court, no matter how good martial arts are, if you don't have wisdom and ability, you will be just a martial artist!"

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

"What a bastard. You don't want to leave, you have to stay here and be under the control of your mother."

The child sighed.

I felt full of regret.

But Shui Yijun was very concerned about her and didn't want her to eat the Yijing Pill.

The child said, "No matter what, I will give up on this Yijing Pill without even trying it."

Shui Yijun put down the gourd, "To be honest, this Yijing Pill is also very valuable. It is rare for ordinary disciples to have one pill a year. Mother gives you thirty pills at a time, which shows that you are determined to win the promotion."

The child asked: "Is this thing sold in the market?"

"It's rare. Most disciples have this thing, but they don't have enough. It can be said that there is price but no market."

"How much does one piece cost?"

"Two hundred taels of silver are always needed."

"Is that true?" The child looked at the gourd and calculated in his mind that one 200 taels or thirty pieces would be six thousand taels of silver.

For her personal disciple who only costs fifty taels of silver a month, it is also a lot of money.

If you save it, the travel expenses will be enough for you to go home.

The children are making small plans.

Shui Yijun was still worried about her: "When are you going to eat? If you have any discomfort, please tell me."

The child smiled and said, "Don't worry, your mother has created such a big battle to force me to practice, so she will not let me die."
Chapter completed!