I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 363
After leaving Yellowstone Park, the travel route of everyone became elusive.

Of course, the first stop was Disney.

That night, the crowd drove south to New York.

The next morning, Yang Qing and the four wives went to Disneyland.

Fairytale kingdom, floats parade the streets.

Apart from being a little excited when Yang Qing first saw Mickey Mouse when he was a child, his feeling at other times is just one word, tired.

Even though practitioners have cultivation bases, things like shopping have nothing to do with cultivation bases.

I don't know why the four of them, Lin Wanqiu, are so interested.

Yang Qing was wearing a peaked cap with Mickey Mouse on it, a white T-shirt, and black shorts.Looking ahead, the four women walking together raised their hands to wipe the sweat off their foreheads, licked their dry lips, and continued to follow.

Really, as for it. ,

Wasn't it just kissed by the widow?

Oh, by the way, when she fainted, I kindly gave her a hug.

Although flustered for a while, the hug is not in the right place.

Then accidentally bumped into more places.

In the end, I was flustered... I couldn't control my hands, which caused a short and instantaneous chicken claw wind, so I squeezed, kneaded, and scratched.

But that wasn't my intention.

I am innocent!
Yang Qing felt that there were four big characters written on her face: I am Dou E.

Sighing lightly, seeing Ding Xuan walking in front, she turned her head and stuck out her tongue.Yang Qing grinned, ready to provoke Ding Xuan.

In the next second, Ding Xuan smiled and followed Lin Wanqiu and the others away.

Hey, little traitor.

Yang Qing shook his head, pulled up his heavy legs again, and followed.

……

After a day of sightseeing, in the evening.

The crowd returned to downtown New York and rested in a hotel near the Empire State Building.

"What shall we have for dinner tonight?"

Yang Qing rubbed her hands, and asked with a smile.

"Not hungry!"

"I do not want to eat!"

"Eat it yourself!"

"Sorry, Brother Qing, I'm not hungry either!"

After the four girls replied stiffly, they turned their heads and began to discuss where to eat delicious food.

Yang Qing was bored, so she could only shut up obediently.

Of course, the four girls were just joking when they said they went out to eat.

After a practitioner builds a foundation, the essence energy provided by food is basically negligible.If Yang Qing didn't like food and wine, none of them would like to eat and drink.

"Go back to sleep!"

Lin Wanqiu yawned, got up and said.

So, Su Wushuang, Liu Feifei, and Ding Xuan followed Lin Wanqiu to the master bedroom.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, it's time to go to bed too! I'm tired after playing all day today...!"

Yang Qing yawned, got up and walked over.

However, after walking to the door.

Liu Feifei, who was walking at the end, directly closed the door.

Yang Qing didn't notice, and almost got his nose smashed.

"I'll go, won't I?"

Yang Qing looked at the closed door, wanting to cry but not crying.

He really regrets it now.

Hey……

Yang Qing looked at the door, ready to raise his hand to knock, but finally withdrew his hand.

He shook his head.

Turn around and go back to the sofa.

Turn on the TV and pour a glass of white wine.

He was sitting on the sofa, drinking white wine, eating peanuts, watching the premium channels on the TV, staring intently.

In the "Quanyou" TV series, Dragon Mother has come to a dead end, and power has lost her eyes.Sad music sounds...

I have to say that the production of foreign TV dramas is really excellent.

After the TV series ended, Yang Qing walked to the balcony with liquor in his hand.

The cool wind blew, and the drunkenness was relieved a lot.

Yang Qing lit a cigarette, lay on the fence, and looked at the city quietly.

Standing here, you can almost overlook the entire New York City.

This is a psychedelic city, with tall buildings and buildings, brightly lit, as bright as day.In Times Square not far away, although it was early morning, neon lights were still flashing and people were coming and going.

Yang Qing, who was standing on a high place, suddenly felt a little impulse in his heart.

He has a strong desire to take a look below and take a walk on the street.

Like an ordinary person who returns home late, go to a corner coffee shop and sit quietly for a while when there is no practice.

Going to the subway late at night, sitting on a cold chair, watching the picture on TV, watching the homeless man curled up on the chair and sleeping soundly.

Find a clean step, spread a newspaper, lean against the wall, light a cigarette, think about nothing, just let yourself go.

This feeling is very lonely.

Like wild weeds, this feeling keeps expanding in my heart, scratching my heart and lungs.

So, Yang Qing decided to go down for a walk.

He went back to the room and changed into a casual jacket, put on a black peaked cap, and returned to the balcony.

Then he opened the window.

Taking a deep breath, he jumped into a quiet alley under the tall building of the hotel.

Completely different from the brightly lit avenues outside, the alleys here are like another world.In the narrow alley, only two bicycles can pass side by side.Beside the bumpy asphalt road, there are several yellow trash cans.

This appears to be the back door of a bar.

An old black man in ragged clothes was curled up next to the trash can, dozing off.

Not far away, a blond girl wearing super short black silk, slightly fat and not tall, was walking around impatiently on the phone with a cigarette in her mouth.

Not far from the blond girl, two young men were staring at the blond girl, eagerly encouraging each other to come forward.

And right now.

The back door opened again, and an Asian student was thrown out.Then, three more white teenagers rushed out.They surrounded the Asian student and beat him up.

The Asian student hugged his head and curled up on the ground, letting the stormy fists and feet fall on him.

After a long time, the three Caucasian teenagers spat at the Asian student, and then went cursing.

The Asian boy limped to his feet, wiped the blood off his face, leaned on the wall while making a phone call, and left.

When passing by Yang Qing, the Asian boy was a little bit averted at first.But after seeing Yang Qing's Asian face, he straightened up immediately, and even saw Yang Qing staring at him, and gave Yang Qing a fierce look back.

Yang Qing put his hands in his pockets and shrugged.

When he walked to the back door, Yang Qing heard loud music coming from inside.Yang Qing turned his head and looked curiously, the light in the back door was dim.Several burly men were chatting with each other with their arms folded and cigarettes in their mouths.

Going forward, the black old man lying on the newspaper next to the trash can turned over in his sleep.

The blond girl hung up the phone, took a look at Yang Qing, and walked into the bar again.

With his pockets in his pocket, Yang Qing walked through the dark alley. When he reached the corner of the street, he saw a skinny young man squatting on the ground, holding a syringe in his hand, injecting himself.

Yang Qing took a look, then looked away.

Diagonally across the street, the sign of the subway station was lit with dim lights.

After Yang Qing saw that there was no car left and right, he ran over quickly.

At the entrance of the subway station, there are also homeless people curled up and sleeping.Moreover, Yang Qing was still next to several homeless men and saw discarded syringes.

After Yang Qing clicked his tongue twice in his heart, he walked down the steps.

The subway in the United States, how should I put it, feels like a tool that has been used for a long time, full of oil, old, and shiny.But still running stably.

Perhaps because it is late at night, the environment in the subway station is not very good. Garbage can be seen everywhere, cigarette butts, and disposable water glasses are thrown everywhere.

Yang Qing glanced at the electronic display, it showed that the next subway was coming, and it would take nearly half an hour.

After he lit a cigarette, he looked around.

It was found that almost all of the long stools were occupied by people sleeping.

After walking back and forth for a few steps, Yang Qing finally found a clean chair and sat down.

He turned on his phone and casually flipped through the translated news.

And right now.

A tall blonde girl with long hair came over with a bag in her arms.

"Hello, can I sit here?"

A girl's voice was heard.

And it was one of the few sentences in English that Yang Qing could understand.

"sure!"

Yang Qing moved aside to make room for the girl.

"Thank you!"

The girl sat down.

Then he smiled at Yang Qing, stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Susan!"

"Yang Qing!"

Yang Qing smiled and shook hands with the girl.

"Mr. Yang, are you Japanese?"

the girl asked with a smile.

"No, I'm from Huaxia!" Yang Qing said with raised eyebrows.

"Wow, Huaxia!"

Holding her bag, Susan said in surprise, "I know it, there is the Great Wall there, and it has a very, very ancient history!"

Then, the two started chatting.

What Yang Qing didn't expect was that the Susan he met by chance was actually a Hua Xia Tong, and she also spoke Mandarin fluently.

From south to north, from east to west, she knows all the famous scenic spots, historical and cultural relics in all provinces of China.In addition, she also knows a lot about Chinese history and literature.

"I am now applying for the qualification to study abroad at Capital University!"

Susan waved her hands excitedly and said: "When the application is approved, I will go to Huaxia Capital to study! It's exciting to think about it!"

(End of this chapter)