Yu Ji was silent for a long time, "This world is not just a game, but a new beginning. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Yu Ji put her hand on Wang Xuanjian's clenched fist and shook it hard, "What is past is the past." ”

Wang Broken Thorn is actually not a sad person, on the contrary, he is very tough and tenacious.

Those who do martial arts practice are all children's skills.

The practice is very hard, practicing three times in summer and three nines in winter, and it has never been broken. And he is a natural disadvantage, not as good as his classmates, hovering between giving up and persisting every day, the calluses on his hands are getting thicker and thicker, and sometimes he gritted his teeth so hard that he lost consciousness, but until the end, he never gave up.

He still remembers that when he was a child, every time he came to practice, he always cried non-stop, because he pressed his legs and tore his hips to take the top and lower waist, and practiced every day until he trembled all over, and he could hardly stand up. When someone was there, they could hold on, but they couldn't hold on to the dormitory, facing a mirror that was commonly used in practicing the exercises, and the tears somehow couldn't stop flowing, and they couldn't wipe them dry, and they flowed all over their faces. Looking up at myself in the mirror, my eyes were red, my face was full of tears, and I looked pitiful, and I felt more and more sad.

He is not a genius who learns martial arts, his voice is average, and his natural physical condition is not too good, compared to the children that the coaches often stare at every day, he seems very ordinary, not outstanding at all. He thought that even if he didn't hide in the corner and stand in the middle of ten thousand people, no one would look at him.

Therefore, when Wang Broken Thorn was a child, he didn't talk much, he didn't like to laugh, and he didn't have any expression on his face, and he followed a large number of children to practice basic skills every day, and then returned to the dormitory, standing in front of the mirror and crying when everyone else was gone. Or at night, when the roommates are asleep, bury your head in the quilt and cry silently.

When it was time to learn the play, early in the morning, all the children were hanging their voices in the yard, and to him it sounded as if they were in a huge slaughterhouse, and each of them was a lamb grinding knives to the slaughter, and they all wanted to make themselves scream higher and louder, so that they could make those butchers merciful.

After that, his body gradually grew, and the length of his legs became his biggest disadvantage, and he also became the object of ridicule from everyone around him.

If he hadn't worked hard enough, if he hadn't practiced overtime every day, if he hadn't played swords, guns and axes better than others, he wouldn't have been ridiculed so much.

Don't listen carefully, don't hide in one place and quietly probe. The yard is so big, there are so many people, and wherever you go, your ears are filled with such sounds.

At first, Wang Broken Thorn couldn't figure out why, why he was obviously very ordinary, he would become the object of ridicule by everyone, and he couldn't understand why he obviously put in his best efforts, but he still couldn't get the 10 points he wanted, although those who didn't have his efforts in his eyes had already scored 10 points.

And until a long time later, Wang Broken Thorn has always been arrogant in the eyes of those people, all as stiff as a bamboo, never soft, as if there is no change in the slightest. Every day is the same practice, as if I have not been affected by them in the slightest, and I only have myself in my heart.

Only he knows that as he grows up, as he laughs, he changes.

He would no longer cry silently at night, listen to them as if he didn't care, or throw his fist when someone laughed at him.

He no longer shed tears, he was no longer afraid of pain, his heels were turned over and his hamstrings were damaged and his head broke out in cold sweat, but he could not make a sound, and every word was said very clearly and asked Master for leave to seek medical treatment.

He has changed a lot over the years. What life has taught him is firmness, perseverance even if he is disappointed again and again before the dust settles, and the strength that must grit his teeth no matter how serious the injury is.

Therefore, he would draw his sword to help when he saw Tang Riming in distress. It wasn't because he didn't see the obviously more delicate grooming on Tang Riming's body, or because he decided that he could knock out Tang Riming's teeth with one punch, but simply because he thought it was the right thing to do.

Yes, he will do it, this is what nearly thirty years of life have taught him.

So when Yu Ji held his fist, he laughed out loud, swept away the previous gloom and haze, and slammed his fist with Yu Ji, "Hahahaha, don't worry, my king is not a paper paste, I can do it." ”

Yu Ji saw that Wang Broken Thorn did come out, and she also laughed, "Yes, yes, my fault, I underestimated Brother Wang and apologized to Brother Wang, haha." ”

"Huh! How can I ask a girl's family to apologize to me? ”

"Girl's house?" Yu Ji was stunned, looked up and looked at the expression on Wang Xuanjiao's face, which was full of ridicule, and made it clear that she was avenging her "underestimated" before, and deliberately said this, and immediately cried and laughed, "Brother Wang made fun of me." ”

Wang Broken Thorn seemed to be puzzled, and his face pretended to be puzzled, "Where did I make fun of you?" Why, is it possible, you're not a girl, but a gentleman? That Wang is really clumsy hahahaha......"

As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Ji didn't wait to answer, and Wang Xuanji pounded the table and laughed.

Yu Ji was not angry, but said, "Originally, I came to Brother Wang to give me a courtesy, but since Brother Wang made fun of me so much, then forget it, I'd better go." With that, Yu Ji made a gesture to leave.

As soon as he heard the courtesy, the first thing Wang Broken Thorn thought of was wine, and hurriedly grabbed Yu Ji's sleeve, pulled someone to sit down, and said busily, "Eh, Yu Ji Yu Ji, or not brothers, there is good wine to share together, otherwise it is not enough brothers!" ”

At this time, Wang Xuanjiao didn't say that Yu Ji was a girl, one brother at a time, his eyes swept over Yu Ji, and he looked at the door of his own house.

Yu Ji laughed, just like when Wang Broken Thorn laughed at her just now.

Yu Ji laughed as she took out a small bottle from her bosom and placed it on the table.

Wang Broken Thorn looked at the small bottle in front of him, the expectation and joy on his face were a little restrained, and the foot that was originally stepping on the table leg was also retracted, and he sat firmly on the stool.

"What is this?"

He is not one of those children who doesn't understand anything, and he is not really only fourteen or fifteen years old, what Yu Ji put in front of him is clearly an elixir, he doesn't know what she means, and he can't pretend to accept it in confusion.

When it came to business, Yu Ji also restrained her smile, "Shaping Spirit Pill." ”

"What is it for?"

"Improve the quality of the spiritual root."

"Why did you send me?"

"Three reasons."

"Listen up."