At the beginning, he was transformed into an infant, and his parents were yellow-haired gangsters?

Chapter 51 Wusheng Temple

ingrained.

The heart of kindness has long been deeply rooted in my heart. Born in such a peaceful era, if I had the ability, how could I bear to let all this disappear like a bubble?
Contributing his own strength is what Zhang Chaoqiang has always done.
Old Chen looked into the distance, he didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he was thinking that children are always full of passion and didn't seem to take the two people's determination to heart.

All I hope is that this attitude will be carried through to the end.

Before they knew it, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei were already setting off fireworks. While playing, the two covered each other's ears.

Sometimes Zhang Huolong would play tricks on Shen Qiangwei and deliberately scare her when she set off firecrackers, but the next second, a human-shaped pendant weighing 97 kilograms would appear on his body.

Tan Yue is also a person who gets bored with things after a short period of time. No matter how gorgeous the fireworks are, she will get tired of them eventually. She leaned in Grandpa Chen's arms, her eyes following the movement of Zhang Chaoqiang's brush.

“I bought too much…”

Shen Qiangwei was embarrassed. Neither she nor Zhang Huolong could finish setting off all the fireworks, so she thought of giving them to the children playing nearby.

Zhang Chaoqiang, who had been serious all the time, finally spoke up. He stopped his parents and said that if something went wrong when the children were setting off these firecrackers, not only would it cause physical harm to the other party, but they would also be held responsible.

It is best to avoid these accidents. Always be careful, ask the other party's parents, or set off the fireworks yourself for the children to watch. These are all good ways to deal with it.

During the Chinese New Year, he successfully corrected his parents' behavior once again.

Transformer +1
Perhaps, Zhang Chaoqiang is more sensible and stronger than he imagined.

Old Chen nodded secretly.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we always uphold the fine quality of thrift and not wasting. We eat yesterday’s leftovers at noon. In the evening, Lao Chen simply stir-fries two new dishes and heats up the leftovers that we couldn’t finish yesterday and at noon.

Tan Yue was happy to eat it, and even felt it had a unique flavor.

At this time, the second painting has been hung on the white wall of the living room.

It was New Year's Eve, and Zhang Chaoqiang painted a fireworks painting in the open space of the community square.

The theme of this painting is fireworks, and Zhang Chaoqiang originally wanted to depict the moment when the fireworks were set off.

In the center are fireworks exploding and splashing, surrounded by Zhang Huolong, Shen Qiangwei and people in the distance. From the perspective of himself, on the far left of the painting is Old Chen who is half in the frame and Tan Yue lying on his legs.

It has been hanging on the wall since last night and has remained there for a day.

Every time he watched, Zhang Chaoqiang's focus gradually shifted from the fireworks in the center to the unclear figures around them, those families and his own family.

And the brightly lit high-rise buildings in the background. Although his painting skills are still not top-notch, he believes that this painting has reached a higher level.

What is surprising is that when he comprehended and experienced the life of the world through this painting, his growth was worth...

[Growth Value] +30
It was a pleasant surprise, maybe it was the growth of his self-awareness and a different perspective on things.

After dinner on the first day of the new year, the five people gathered together to watch TV. Around 9 o'clock, the cake that Zhang Huolong had ordered in advance arrived.

A ten-inch fruit and animal cream cake with a big "Happy New Year" written on it in chocolate. Shen Qiangwei frowned: "This is not as good as the one written by my super strong family!"

There was no need to blow with their mouths. In front of everyone, the two children, Zhang Chaoqiang and Tan Yue, used energy to extinguish the candles and then began to make wishes.

"Honey, what's your New Year's resolution?"

"I can't tell you. If I can't tell you, it won't work."

"Zhang Chaoqiang, what is your wish?" Zhang Chaoqiang was asked by Tan Yue.

“No wish.”

But if you think about it carefully, it does exist, such as living a successful life?

He shook his head and smiled in thought.

No matter how Shen Qiangwei asked, Tan Yue was unwilling to tell her wish.

After eating the cake, they started giving each other gifts. Tan Yue prepared a set of monster hair brushes for Zhang Chaoqiang. It was said that the hair was very fine and could also be used as a brush for writing.

Zhang Chaoqiang prepared a white shoulder bag for Tan Yue. Tan Yue was confused, but Zhang Chaoqiang said that he would paint on it in the next few days as a gift for Tan Yue.

Old Chen gave Zhang Huolong and his wife wine and cosmetics, and they gave him a noble gentleman's hat worth quite a bit in return. He also gave Tan Yue a set of armor models worth 2000, which they bought with gritted teeth.

Shen Qiangwei and her partner stuffed a sweater into Zhang Chaoqiang's arms. The sweater was crudely made, extremely rough. The two of them worked together to knit it after studying online tutorials for three nights.

Zhang Chaoqiang thanked his parents and put it away. He didn’t plan to wear it…

In the end, they discovered that Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong did not give each other gifts.

On the second day, which is the second day of the Chinese New Year, according to custom, people in Tianan City will go to the Wusheng Temple on Wuguan Street to burn incense and pray for the safety of their families.

The legend of the Martial Saint dates back three thousand years.

He was originally a wild man in the mountains, but by chance he entered the martial arts world and was able to breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth like a monster and turn it into his own strength.

This earliest warrior, step by step, led the human race to open up a territory belonging to mankind on this planet inhabited by wild beasts.

His deeds have been passed down to this day and he is called the Martial Saint by later generations.

Zhang Chaoqiang's family and Old Chen agreed to go to the Wusheng Temple today to burn incense and worship. Old Chen in particular was extremely sincere amidst the surging crowds at the Wusheng Temple.

Every warrior will maintain the highest respect for the Martial Saint.

The Wusheng Temple has an ancient style and mottled golden tiles. There is a master of consecration inside to help pilgrims who come to burn incense and consecrate items for free, such as amulets, etc., hoping that the Wusheng will bless them with peace.

Heroes of Earth.

These four words do not refer to the Martial Saint at this moment.

It was the words on the upper of the loafers that Zhang Huolong was holding in his hand.

After the master of consecration took it, his eyes that had seen everything in the world were suddenly stunned for a moment...but in the end he still completed the consecration for it.

Wish for good luck.

On the third day of the Chinese New Year, a group of five people came to Pingshui Street to visit the flower street.

While they were walking around, Zhang Chaoqiang pinned a pink lily on Tan Yue's head.

Zhang Huolong spent more than ten yuan to buy a rose and put it on Shen Qiangwei's head, which made her feel distressed:
"There are wild roses everywhere on the roadside, why waste money..."

The Spring Festival passed by quickly and Zhang Huolong felt fortunate.

Because he felt from his circle of friends who worked away from home that for some people, spending time with their families is a luxury, so what else is there to be dissatisfied about?

……

School starts on the tenth day of the first lunar month.

As part of a special training group, Zhang Chaoqiang and Tan Yue need to start school 5-10 days earlier than normal primary schools.

In the training room, Zhang Chaoqiang saw Cheng Wen, Teacher Guan, and Mr. Huang Zhonghan, the martial arts teacher of the junior high school.

He sternly glanced at Zhang Chaoqiang and said, "A warrior must cultivate spiritual power before he can practice martial arts. You are under 12 years old, but your spiritual level is top-notch. Then I will try to release the highest energy of your spiritual energy ring."

Before he could completely cover the spiritual energy ring on Zhang Chaoqiang's arm with his spiritual power, he was shocked and stepped back...

　I wonder if anyone reads the author's long article.

　　There was a very interesting thing. I was having a barbecue and chatting with my classmates and friends last night. When I thought about going to work soon, I felt a pang of pain. With a nostalgic mood, I said that I wanted to go back to my childhood, the most carefree time when I was in elementary and junior high school.

　　My classmate said that you, a shrimp, might as well start from scratch and reincarnate as a yellow-haired father, so that you can start with a world of collapse.

　　I laughed out loud. He seldom reads novels, and he knows that I write something, but he doesn't know this kind of thing. That feeling is like a knife stabbing through your shoe and landing right between your toes; or going on a blind date secretly and finding out that the other person is your wife, which is a surprise.

　　This book, which you have criticized as an abstract and ridiculous plagiarism, actually had the idea a long time ago, but I just didn’t know how to approach it.

　　Until one morning, I saw a video of a pregnant woman with tattoos and exposed belly. I thought I might as well follow the trend and start with children as the protagonists... write some utopian stories?
　　I have said a lot of nonsense even without drinking. I don't know if anyone has the patience to read it. I haven't asked anyone who is following up on it, but I estimate that there should be nearly a thousand words. I am already quite satisfied with this result. Let me continue to talk about it. Thank you everyone.

　　
　
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