Bite!

【Left Sleeve Knife +1】

The current cultivation layer: the ninth layer, the speed of the knife increases, and the second increase can be carried out in the middle of the way, so that the enemy is unable to guard against it.

Xia Ji stretched his waist and woke up in the boudoir of An Xiaomeng, the top brand of the Moon Shadow Building.

A new day, a new harvest.

The knife in the left sleeve is not known to be the mastery of which master of the royal capital, anyway, I haven't heard of it.

However, in addition to the two major forces on the surface, "Golden Wind Drizzle Building" and "Thunder Howling Hall", there are countless underground forces, and there are also many assassin organizations.

Therefore, this left-hand sleeve knife should be an assassin's hole card, after all, Xia Ji has tried, this knife is very hidden, and it is almost 100% fatal within three steps.

Because he had been lying on the desk for a long time, his body was a little stiff.

But it's only a slight pranayama.

The scorching true qi of Jiuyang's true body penetrated the body, breaking the stiff muscles, and making the whole body extremely comfortable and the spirit much better.

He looked out the window at the market, the waning moon had set, and at the beginning of dawn, the cries of cooking cakes and noodles had slowly moved.

I had a headache from the wine last night, and I just went to eat a bowl of noodles.

Sideways, in the red gauze tent, An Xiaomeng fell asleep with her side face, her legs were between the quilts, and her cheeks were still red.

Out of the Moon Shadow Building.

He went straight to the street and came to a noodle shop.

The noodle shop wiped the table with a shriveled little woman, not very old, but there were a lot of vicissitudes between her eyebrows, frowning and there were always a few wrinkles on her forehead.

"What do you want to eat?"

The little woman raised her head, and when she saw Xia Ji's appearance, she was stunned, and hurriedly said, "General Xia." ”

Look at General Xia's cloak again, and the smell of high-end rouge gouache, I don't know where I lingered last night.

Such a teenager is really lucky.

seems to have been born, and fate has arranged glory and wealth for him.

And I need to work hard, which is really unfair.

But what can be done?

Others dare to call Xia Ji "the big straw bag of the royal capital", but face to face, these poor people who buy and sell small books dare not be disrespectful.

At this time.

The thick cloth curtain of Youzizi behind the noodle shop was opened, and the autumn wind poured in, and inside were two little girls with yellow faces and thin muscles, "Mother, are you here?" ”

The little woman glared at them and said, "Go and heat the pot!

The two little girls were startled, and hurried away, rubbing their sleepy eyes, rolling up their sleeves, collecting firewood, heating the pot, dividing the dough, and making some toppings.

The thin little woman was a little sorry and said, "General Xia, you came too early today, you may have to wait for a while." It's all to blame on these two dead girls, who refuse to get up from bed. ”

Xia Ji looked at the sky, and it was slightly bright.

So he said, "It's okay, I'll wait a while, and I'll add a portion of all the toppings." ”

The little woman hurriedly agreed.

Xia Ji began to wait quietly, he looked at this familiar street, there were gradually more people, and many guests who came and went for breakfast saw him, but they hurriedly avoided him, or sat at the adjacent table, with their backs to him.

People gather by like, and things by groups.

Xia Ji has never been a group.

Because everyone thinks that sitting with the big straw bale of this royal capital can't be laughed at.

And this big straw bag also has the title of general, if you really sit together, is it possible to say a few kind words to him respectfully?

This straw bag doesn't learn anything, lingers in fireworks and willow alleys all day long, in addition to moaning and humming two lines of poetry without illness, what else can he do?

If he hadn't had a sister, a sister who was willing to be eaten by the old cow, he wouldn't have been able to mix it up.

It's just a lucky bale.

But he seems to be self-righteous, Angang is proud, and he is as shameless as his sister.

These words are just thought in the hearts of the people, but no one will say them.

As for talent.

No one thinks his poetry is good.

The real literati only felt that these were the voices of the people, and they could not rejuvenate the country and govern the people.

And ordinary people, or those who run the rivers and lakes, will not admit that a big straw bag can chant quatrains.

It is in the dust circle, and in the circle of gentlemen, Xia Ji has some reputation.

The autumn wind is so bleak.

Xia Ji got a haircut.

And the hot noodles are finally served, red soup, a few tender green onions, and a serving of toppings, each in a pot.

Xia Da gulped down, the noodles were in his stomach, and the hangover was relieved a little.

And at this moment, the patrol shift is over, and the night shift group begins to come to the downtown to look for food.

Seeing Xia Ji, there was another burst of laughter.

There was also a patrol guard hiding in the patrol group who shouted at the top of his voice: "General Xia, which building are you going to tonight, can you get to the bottom of it? Yesterday the Moon Shadow Building, tomorrow will it be the Flying Flower Palace, or the Goddess Pavilion?"

Immediately afterwards, another patrol guard said: "Xiao Qi, you want to win money, right? After losing three games in a row, your eyes are green, haha." ”

Xia Ji sat quietly, he ate the noodles and drank the noodle soup one by one.

It was as if he hadn't heard all the words.

It wasn't until he finished eating that he smiled and asked, "Who cooked the noodles?"

The little woman in the noodle shop was stunned, thinking that the noodles were not delicious, and hurriedly shouted inside: "Jin Bingyun, you come out and apologize to the general." ”

In the thick cloth curtain, a little girl with long hair and a shawl, but with yellow hair and very fine hair, ran out with her head down, her mouth slightly open, and she looked frightened.

Xia Ji beckoned to her.

A little girl named Jin Bingyun walked over in a hurry, her thin shoulders trembling.

Walking up to the young man, she softly squeezed out a mosquito-like voice: "General." ”

Xia Ji was silent.

Just when Jin Bingyun felt that he was about to be scolded angrily again, his hand was grabbed and his palm was cold.

Xia Ji took out a silver bean and put it in the palm of her hand: "The noodles are delicious, I'll come back next time, okay?"

Jin Bingyun's pupils stretched, not knowing what to say.

Xia Ji put a silver bean in her palm, flicked his fingers, and another silver bean drilled into her sleeve, and then winked at her playfully.

He got up and left.

Only the little woman was left muttering, "Dumb." ”

But the little girl looked at the young man's back on the street and silently wrote it down.

She has never been spoken so gently since she was a child, and she has never been helped so kindly.

A warm current is born from the bottom of my heart.

She didn't know how to repay the boy, maybe... Cook noodles better?

Jin Bingyun couldn't help but ask, "Mother, who is he?"

The little woman whispered, "It's just a lucky big straw bale." ”

...

After breakfast, Xia Ji went to Tianque School Palace for a while.

The strange thing is that he has just appeared under the palace hall, and many strong people have said that they have something to do, and then let the apprentices practice by themselves, and they use their body methods to run away.

Yan Xiaofeng's words were released, and this group of strong men was afraid that Xia Ji would take a fancy to him and want to be his teacher.

The teacher who is a big straw bag, isn't this a pit?

In the Tianque School Palace of Nuoda, except for a few people who retreated on the top floor, everyone else was gone.

Xia Ji closed his eyes, and he could clearly sense how these people left.

Even the way this group of people left could feel it.

These body methods, he is either the ninth layer, or the tenth layer, and the eighth layer is almost the eighth layer, and he is always eight or nine and ten.

If he wanted to, he could still quietly chase after him.

However, he does not debunk.

Just right.

You are reluctant, I don't want to.

You don't want to be my teacher.

I don't want to take advantage of the emperor.

The younger generation of academy disciples who were practicing, as well as the dolls who were just getting started and laying the foundation, witnessed this magical scene.

As soon as Xia Ji came, the teachers all ran away.

This scene is too shocking.

Xia Ji wandered around for a while and walked away.

A girl couldn't help but ask in a milky voice: "Senior brother, he seems to be at the same level as us... Why is he so old? Who is he?"

The senior brother who replied looked at the back that was already far away, sneered, and showed a mocking look: "It's just a lucky big straw bag." ”

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