My system is so sick

Chapter 5
Han Qi was patrolling the night with his father.

But his consciousness was communicating with the beads, "Little red pig, do you know what happened this time? My father said that they were originally human beings, but they got sick for some reason and bit people whenever they saw them."

"You don't let me absorb your vitality, you don't let me rest, and you still ask me questions, aren't you a capitalist?" Zhu Zi said.

"What is a capitalist, oh, I see, haha, let's answer a question with a ray of energy."

"First, I'm not a little red pig. My number is 0428, and I travel through the system; second, I don't have the authority to answer your questions; third, even if I have the authority, I don't care for a sliver of your vitality. Don't bother me, I'm going to sleep."

"Tsk tsk, I'm still angry, okay, okay, let's talk about it when we meet."

After a while, Han Qi suddenly said: "Isn't it rare? Why do you want to use my vitality???"

"You told me."
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"Ladies and gentlemen, it's hard work to watch the night. Would you like steamed stuffed bun egg soup?"

A yell stopped Han Teng's team.

"Bun Zhang, the stall has not been closed yet. Here are some baskets of buns for everyone, and a bowl of egg soup for each person." Han Teng then turned his head and said to everyone, "Everyone, sit down and rest."

"Come here, two, four, six, eight, eight bowls of egg soup, Mr. Han, eight cages of steamed stuffed buns."

"Okay, just look at it, it's not enough."

"Mr. Han, why do you suddenly need to come to watch the night? What happened?"

The steamed stuffed bun opened his mouth without stopping, nor did he stop in his hand. A cage of steamed stuffed buns flipped in the air, and then landed firmly in his hand. With a light hook of his fingers, the cage fell in front of everyone one by one, causing everyone to applaud.

"Baozi Zhang, you are gifted with dexterous fingers. If you don't go to the army to become a shooter and become a scholar in liberal arts, why did you start making Baozi?" Someone in the crowd booed.

"Hey, I don't have any talent. I have learned how to make steamed buns from my father since I was born. The steamed stuffed buns are not as good as my father's. My father has been in the soil for many years. I only entered the 8th grade the year before last. Do you want me and Xiaokai to make buns? Let the children go to study and write together?" Baozi Zhang quickly made eight bowls of egg soup, and with a touch of his finger, they landed firmly in front of everyone.

"That's right, if you go to study like Xiao Kai, where will we go to eat such delicious buns, and we won't see much of your flying cage skills." Someone in the crowd echoed.

Immediately after, someone said in a low voice: "Don't say a few words." He winked at the people around him, and they all looked at Han Qi, suddenly in their hearts.

Han Qi and Han Teng sat facing each other, as if they didn't hear the conversation among the crowd, Han Qi picked up a bun and put it in his mouth, "Father, tell me nothing will happen tonight." very clear.

Han Teng sat on the stool and said slowly: "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep, I forgot how to teach you? Eat, and continue patrolling after eating."

Han Qi curled his lips and began to eat in silence. Then he remembered one thing. After being promoted to the eighth rank, he could get the blessing of the prime minister and the talent by going to the prime minister's temple. I tried it myself, and found that although I was at the ninth rank, my talent was still there. Could I be the only person in the world with a ninth rank talent? I don't know if I will have new talents when I am promoted to the eighth rank.

After a while, everyone finished their meal and continued to patrol.

Han Qi also took advantage of the fact that there was nothing important going on at this time, and he operated his family school while walking, absorbing vitality and filling his empty and huge sea of ​​energy.

"Mr. Han, Xiao Kai is really working hard. He never forgets to concentrate his energy when patrolling. If my child works half as hard as Xiao Kai, I don't have to worry about it." A bald man in the crowd said to Han Teng, his eyes hard Concealed envy: "A 15-year-old Bapin, this is a proper champion seedling. When Xiaokai is the champion in high school, Mr. Han will buy us a drink."

The crowd that had been bustling just now fell into silence again. Someone secretly kicked the ignorant Guo Biaoshi, and Guo Biaoshi reacted.

"Your little Guo is just a step away from the eighth rank, and your little Guo is a martial artist. Their cultivation methods are different. Xiao Kai can always cultivate his body and mind, but Xiao Guo needs special equipment to boil his muscles and bones." Han Teng still had no expression on his face, but there was a flash of sadness in his eyes.

Han Qi stood next to him and clearly read his father's expression. He knew that with his father's character, he should be extremely disappointed at this moment.

Han Qi didn't say anything, and continued to condense the vitality silently. This time, the sea of ​​qi became larger, and the condensed vitality became very long. To condense the vitality, one needs to compress the vitality in the sea of ​​qi to a certain extent. It is absorbing, compressing, and condensing repeatedly. Slowly changing from colorless to cyan, this is from ninth grade to eighth grade. This is a water grind, but my own sea of ​​qi has become bigger, and it will take a lot of time just to absorb it, let alone compress it.

In this way, one person practiced hard, while the other calmly worried.
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Nothing happened overnight, Han Qi followed Han Teng back home.

Han Qi's sea of ​​Qi finally improved a bit, it was no longer empty.

In the study room, Han Teng stood with his hands behind his back, holding an ancient book in his hand, and said: "The way of heaven is to make up for what is not enough; the way of man is to make up for what is not enough. Although we are legalist apprentices , but I deeply agree with this sentence.”

Han Qi looked at his father's back, he knew that his father was going to say something to him at last, so he listened quietly.

"As a father, you are very strict and even harsh on your study and practice. Your mother also persuaded me several times, but I still have more and more strict demands on you. Do you know why?"

"The child knows that the father hopes that the child will be named on the gold list in the future and have a good future."

"Yes, you know that as a father, when you were young, you were almost on the gold list, and you were called outside the Donghua Gate. It's just a pity that being a father is better than that person in everything. There is only one thing that is not as good as him, that is, my cultivation is not as good as him. Yes, I value civility over martial arts, and the status of literati is generally higher than that of warriors, but this also means that there are all competitors on this road. No one will remember how many books you read late at night, and no one will care how much you have paid for it , your hard work will only be seen by yourself, outsiders can only see your results, success is success, failure is failure, why force you, drive you, because the most painful thing in our life is not Fail, but I could have."

Han Qi had never heard his father talk to him in such a lengthy manner. He remembered that since he embarked on this path of practice, his father's words to him became less and less, let alone talk about his past.

Han Qi became interested, and he asked, "Father, is it impossible in this world to not only look at the inner character but only at the level?"

Han Teng sighed: "The imperial examination is the only way for us poor literati. Today's imperial examinations value grades. Even if you have all kinds of talents, if your grades are low and you can't even cross the threshold, how can anyone look at you."

After finishing speaking, Han Teng supported Han Qi's shoulders with both hands, and said softly

"Xiao Kai, the other day you told me that you had fallen to the ninth rank. After I heard it, I was scared and annoyed. I was afraid that my years of hard work would be in vain. How could such an innocent disaster like anger happen to you and me, but I know, I want to No matter how many you have, maybe this is God giving you another chance. I deprived you of the time you once had. Now you can decide for yourself. If you want to continue to practice and study, I will support you. I can do an errand for you at the county magistrate. If you want to change your path, I also support you. This is your own path. I should not decide your path, nor should I put my dream on yours. body."

Han Qi was stunned for a while, then pulled out his emotions from Han Teng's expression of true feelings, and said, "Father, I read a story from an ancient book recently, I wonder if you have heard it?"

"what story?"

Han Qi quietly moved towards the door step by step, and said slowly: "There are three kinds of flying birds in this world, one flies first; Shout out to the next generation: Fly for me!"

After finishing speaking, Han Qi had already walked to the door, closed the door and ran away without waiting for Han Teng's reaction, shouting as he ran, "Father, it's not that you deprive me of my choice, my path has always been chosen by myself, don't you care too much Already!"

"Stinky boy, change the layout for me." Han Teng touched his face, why was it still a little hot.

"By the way, Dad, since you let me decide my own path, I will go on patrol with you tomorrow." Han Qi poked his head out from the side of the door.

"Bump" an inkstone and hit the door frame.
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The patrol on the second day was already led by Han Teng, and Han Qi followed far behind the team. He didn’t let his father react yesterday, and he couldn’t get too close, so as not to get kicked. Step right foot!Copy the scriptures five hundred times!Dad is narrow-minded, he has to hide these days.

"Mr. Han, come and look at that, this is it!" A sudden breath of shock attracted everyone.

Han Teng took three steps and two steps, and quickly ran in the direction of the sound.

What kind of appearance is this, three parts like a human, seven parts like a ghost, the skin is pale, the body is festered, and it has been changed beyond recognition, the tattered clothes are dripping with blood, and it is obvious that it has been dead for several days.

He even held a piece of meat that he didn't know where it came from in his hand, lying on the ground and twitching from time to time.

"Everyone retreat, surround this side, don't let the people approach, Xiao Ou, you go to inform Ma Dutou, explain the situation, let him handle it or tell us how to deal with it." Han Teng quickly arranged.

"Okay, Mr. Han." Xiao Ou left quickly.

"Mr. Han, you are too nervous. This is obviously dead, so just bury it." The bald old Guo said.

"Guo Sitan! Listen to my arrangement and surround yourself."

"That's right, let me ask, why are you so serious, you are the captain and listen to you, surround yourself." Guo Sitan touched his bald head.

Han Teng bent down and looked at the "corpse" carefully. Han Qi also raised his feet and looked over.

Han Teng seemed to have sensed it, turned around and waved to Han Qi, telling him to leave.

But what he saw was that Han Qi's eyes widened suddenly, and he opened his mouth wide and shouted, "Run! Dad! Run!"

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