Qin Jian sighed, and fell asleep helplessly, I still have to go to school tomorrow, the college entrance examination is approaching, and I have to study hard, for what kind of sword state of mind chapter Qin Jian is really getting more and more hopeless.

I woke up in the morning and looked at the time.

"What's the matter? It's only five o'clock? I woke up so early? ”

Qin Jian looked at the wall clock, and after confirming the time, he was a little surprised, he didn't continue to fall asleep, got up and washed, heated the leftovers in the hot pot, and ate them as breakfast.

"It's shameful to waste, grandpa often said that food is rare and can't be wasted. ”

Qin Jian was eating breakfast, muttering to himself in his mouth, remembering his grandfather's words in his heart.

Qin Jian's grandfather's name is Qin Liu, there are only two people in the family, he and his grandfather, there are no parents, and he has never seen each other since he was a child, so Qin Jian also thinks that he has no parents, and even if he does, he doesn't plan to recognize each other.

After all, seventeen years have passed, and he has not appeared once, no matter what the reason, it cannot be easily forgiven, not to mention, he has not expected this at all.

After breakfast, I looked at the time.

"It's quite abundant, and if you have nothing to do, let's try that mysterious sword state of mind again. ”

Just do it, Qin Jian packed up his things for school and sorted them into his schoolbag.

Qin Jian sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and recuperated, trying his best to calm down and meditate.

The breath is gradual, and if someone sees it, it will definitely feel like it is unpredictable.

Qin Jian himself couldn't find out about this.

At the beginning, Qin Jian had a feeling that his breathing was very comfortable, which was different from ordinary breathing, and as for the difference, Qin Jian didn't feel it.

This went on for a long time, and Qin Jian found that the feeling of comfort was getting stronger and stronger.

Speeding up his breathing speed, Qin Jian felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling.

Tense nerves, he wanted to feel it more cordially, but at this time, that feeling disappeared inexplicably.

After Qin Jian tried it again and again, he still didn't feel that way.

"Could it be that it failed again?"

Qin Jian opened his eyes, pondered carefully, and savored the magical feeling but never gained anything.

"What the hell can you do to perceive the so-called sword martial law, this kind of law, really exists?"

Qin Jian began to wonder again, was that strange guy teasing him, did he see that he was very obsessed with martial arts, so he left such a mess to play with him?

Shaking his head, he stood up and looked at the time, and an hour had passed.

"It's amazing how quickly time has passed. ”

According to Qin Jian's thoughts, he shouldn't have sat cross-legged for so long, right, why time is like a flying shuttle, so fast that it is staggering, it is really more and more incomprehensible.

"Forget it, don't worry about it, if you can't figure it out, you don't bother to pay attention to it, so why bother yourself. ”

"By the way, I remember that strange guy's handwriting mentioned that after memorizing the sword state of mind chapter and swordsmanship instantaneously, you have to burn that yellowed piece of paper, otherwise it will be troublesome. ”

Thinking of this, Qin Jian hurriedly rolled up the bed and made a yellowed piece of paper similar to a test paper, after confirming that it was the handwriting that needed to be burned, Qin Jian didn't say a word, and went directly to the kitchen, lit a fire and burned it, and destroyed the corpse.

"Resolved. ”

After sorting out the residue and ashes, Qin Jian left the kitchen.

Qin Jian's family is not rich, it belongs to a poor family, and the living economy is earned by Qin Liu working in a processing factory before his death, and the money is not easy to come by, for the kitchen equipment, there is only a rice cooker, as well as a gas stove and a small pot for stir-frying.

It's a general household.

Qin Jian didn't have any dissatisfaction with this, as long as he could barely live, these were nothing.

Before Qin Liu's death, he left a fortune for Qin Jian, and he didn't have to worry about living expenses and high school tuition, but the university was a bit insufficient, and Qin Jian had to prepare for it himself.

"I really want to find a suitable job to work and make money, it's too expensive to go to college, and I have to live in the school, and when the time comes, even if I want to come back here, I have to take a car, it's really troublesome, and I really don't want to leave here. ”

This is something that can't be helped, after all, there is no university nearby, this neighborhood is relatively remote, if it weren't for Ning Jianzhong, the principal of Jianzhong University, insisting on establishing a school here, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be a high school here.

Another sigh.

Qin Jian looked around the house, thinking back to the good memories that belonged to him and Qin Liu, the grandfather.

"The past is vivid, but the building is empty, I am the only one, and I don't have any feelings, I am born cold-blooded and ruthless?

Qin Jian vaguely remembered that when Qin Liu, his grandfather, passed away, he didn't cry once.

From childhood to adulthood, whether he was bullied, fell and was injured, even if he bled and bleed, he didn't cry.

"I'm really hard-hearted? I haven't cried, I've never been sad, it's like a stubborn stone, no emotion, no emotion, even eating, I don't really pursue taste, as long as I can fill my stomach. ”

There was a sharp aura in his eyes, Qin Jian shook his head, now is not the time to sigh, there is still a long way to go, so it is too early to be discouraged now.

Even if my grandfather dies, I will be left with myself in the world, even if the head teacher is not very responsible, even if the living expenses are getting tighter and tighter, I should not give up on myself.

As long as the hope in my heart is not extinguished, and I am still able to turn the tide, I will be able to get ahead.

Constantly giving himself confidence and cheering himself up, Qin Jian's face was calm, he picked up his schoolbag and glanced at the ancient wall clock on the wall.

He recalled that this wall clock was bought by him and Qin Liu, his grandfather, when they lived in this house, and the two of them bought it together.

Qin Liu likes it very much, even if Qin Liu died, Qin Jian still didn't throw him away, or bury him, there are memories of him and Qin Liu's grandfather every bit here, he likes this house very much, and his Qin Liu's grandfather.

"Oh no! I'm running out of time! I'm going to be late!!"

Qin Jian carried his schoolbag, tidied up his short hair a little, it looked very comfortable, nodded, Qin Jian walked out of the house with great satisfaction, locked the door, and then rushed quickly.

Pressed for time.

Can't be late!

With this in mind, Qin Jian ran on the road and went to school.

"Huh? How do I feel, I'm not sleepy at all? I've only slept for six hours, and how do I feel, my strength has increased a lot, even if I run a lot faster than usual, I'm still full of strength, and not only that, but I don't even breathe, what's going on?"

Qin Jian found something strange about him, and he felt a little surprised in his heart.

"Could it be that the sword strength has been brewed successfully?"

While running, Qin Jian thought so, but after careful feeling, he couldn't find any signs of sword strength remaining in his body, and not only that, but there was no sign of a breakthrough in the sword state of mind.

"It's me thinking too much!"

Qin Jian sighed in distress.

Qin Jian's residential area is a poor area, and there are many poor families living here, and there are some like Qin Jian, who belong to the poor students, who are all entrusted by their families, study hard, and hope that one day, they will soar into the sky, turn over and sing serfs.

Before Qin Liu was alive, he also encouraged Qin Jian with this mentality, hoping that Qin Jian could get ahead in the future, let himself live a better life as much as possible, and go further.

"I don't want to be rich and rich, I just want to live with my grandfather in peace, but life is gone, I can only try to realize my grandfather's ambitions, study hard, but at this time on such an irresponsible class teacher, it is really ridiculous, it seems that the road ahead is difficult. ”

Under the wild running, Qin Jian quickly ran through half of the poverty-stricken areas, and at this speed, it would take less than ten minutes to reach Jianzhong University, so that there was no need to worry about being late or something.

Running fast, in front of him, a beautiful shadow appeared in front of him, wearing the uniform of the high school in the sword, it was a female uniform, it seemed that the female classmate was not very worried about being late, and most importantly, she was carrying a wooden sword on her back, which looked very sharp.

Ignoring it, Qin Jian ran directly over without looking at the face of the female classmate.

After running for a few more seconds, Qin Jian discovered a wonderful feeling.

He found that there was a feeling of blood boiling in his body, although it was not very obvious, but it was still discovered by Qin Jian.

"What's going on? Could it be that the so-called sword martial arts law can't be achieved?"

I slowed down and tried to feel it carefully, only to find that the feeling was gone.

"It shouldn't be, is it a delusion?"

Pick up the pace.

"Here it is, it's there again!"

Is it about speed?

Qin Jian guessed, and continued to keep moving forward like this, and then, that feeling continued.

"There is really a feeling, not an illusion, is this the so-called sword martial law?"

Qin Jian took a sharp breath, and then, he found that the blood boiling in his body had intensified.

"It worked!"

Taking a few more sharp breaths, Qin Jian was completely silent in this wonderful feeling.

A minute passed, and Qin Jian found that there was a warm feeling in his body, like hot water flowing in his body, and this feeling made him can't help but shout.

"It's amazing!"

Qin Jian sighed.

But in the next second, Qin Jianmeng was stunned.

Bang!

Bumped into.

Qin Jian was too focused on the sword martial arts, he bumped into a person's body, and that person was a little exaggerated, he was actually knocked by Qin Jian at a distance of three or four meters, and then hit the ground hard.

Click!

The sound of broken bones.

"It's over!

Qin Jian was stunned, staring blankly at the unlucky guy who was knocked to the ground and wailing.

It was a guy with yellow hair, and such a guy looked like a hooligan at first glance.

Beside him, there were four others like him, all of whom had bad faces, and wailed at the sight of their fallen companions.

They surrounded Qin Jian.

Then.

The yellow hair that fell to the ground was still shouting and glaring at Qin Jian, speaking ill of each other.

"Break Lao Tzu's legs, no! Lao Tzu wants his two arms!"