I don't know who reacted first, and the remaining teenagers exchanged glances with each other. rushed towards Xia Jingyu together, and when they rushed over, Xia Jingyu squatted down, and when she suddenly raised her head, her fists fell on several people like raindrops.

A few more people lay on the ground, clutching their stomachs and screaming in pain. Xia Yu'er was still on the ground, she didn't want to get up, but her legs trembled and she couldn't stand up. Xia Jingyu glanced at her, the current situation, she didn't do anything, and for this girl, there was a lot of pressure in her heart. Mental injuries are sometimes more torturous than physical injuries, and after figuring this out, Xia Jingyu picked up the books on the ground and walked downstairs.

While walking, she also muttered to herself: "At a young age, I know how to bully others, and I know how many people bully me." Really, the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient. As she spoke, she shook her head, and the smile in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

The next day, as soon as Xia Jingyu arrived at Wenyuan Pavilion, Uncle Wen hurriedly stood up from his seat and walked up to Xia Jingyu, his face was slightly tangled, and he still spoke after a while: "I heard, I heard." You hit someone yesterday. ”

"Yes." Xia Jingyu replied very simply, so that Uncle Wen prepared a stomach of words, and he couldn't say it.

He thought about it again before continuing: "I heard that you have fought several by yourself. ”

"Yes." Xia Jingyu does not deny it.

Uncle Wen's eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother Qingyang heard about your fighting methods and wants you to go over and give you a guide or two." If everyone can have skills like yours, the family will not be able to cultivate spiritual power in the future. You can also have a certain amount of self-preservation. ”

Xia Jingyu shook his head: "I don't have time, I still have to go to Elder Xia's side every day." ”

When it came to Elder Xia, Uncle Wen was also a little hesitant. If only someone else. can still look at him, the face of Wen Yuan Pavilion, only Elder Xia, he really can't do anything, but thinking of Xia Qingyang's longing gaze, Uncle Wen stubbornly spoke: "Why don't you take some time to go over and have a look every day, just thirty minutes a day." "This is a bargain in disguise.

"It's useless to teach him, you can't learn it." Xia Jingyu suddenly stretched out his hand to Uncle Wen's neck. Quickly clicked on the acupuncture points, and the action occurred between the lightning and stone fire, Uncle Wen subconsciously wanted to reach out to block Xia Jingyu. Unexpectedly, she had already made the latter move, and the sudden burst of oppression made Uncle Wen feel a pang in his heart, and he didn't wait for him to react again. Xia Jingyu had already let go. Standing here calmly as if nothing had happened: "The test is the speed of reaction and the understanding of the human body, the hand I put on your neck is not strong, but it can have a surprise effect." Do you think this technique can be learned by teaching? ”

Uncle Wen wiped the sweat from his forehead, even he didn't understand, just now, a feeling similar to a weak heart flashed in his heart. He from the girl's eyes. I saw a cold sense of killing. His voice trembled a little, and he wanted to fight again: "He will study very hard." No matter how hard the content is. ”

Xia Qingyang is his nephew, who has been a waste of firewood since he was a child, and was sent to Wenyuan Pavilion to learn martial arts. Unlike other people, after more than ten years of school, he went to various places to make a living, but he still chose to stay in Wenyuan Pavilion and continue to teach the next generation, while also practicing hard. Those who have seen him practice have only one thought that flashes through their minds - masochism. The most Xia Qingyang said was that he didn't believe in fate, he didn't believe that he was a waste of firewood, and he could only be subservient to others forever, so he had to pay more than those geniuses.

Xia Jingyu was silent for a moment, and shook his head with some pity: "No, sometimes it's talent." ”

At this time, a person walked down the stairs, twenty years old, with clear and resolute eyebrows, and he walked down slowly, "I don't believe in talent. ”

Xia Jingyu chuckled and didn't speak, "Yes, then let me sue you, what is the gap." She got into the library of Wenyuan Pavilion, picked a book at random, and raised the book in her hand: "Uncle Wen, I have never read this one." ”

Uncle Wen nodded, every time Xia Jingyu borrowed a book, he had an impression in his heart.

Xia Jingyu sat down and flipped through the book in her hand by herself, she turned every page quickly, just enough to scan the content, wanting to go deeper, but there was not enough time. Xia Qingyang stood aside, frowning, trying to find out what idea this girl had in her heart, but she was quietly flipping through the books, and her gestures made him unable to disturb at all.

Twenty minutes later, she had finished the entire book. Xia Jingyu handed the book to Uncle Wen: "I have been able to memorize all of this book." ”

Uncle Wen looked up, saw the irrefutable meaning in her eyes, and an inexplicable coldness on his body, and when he came back to his senses and realized his gaffe, he found that the book in his hand was turning on the first page, and the voice of the girl Lang Lang came into his ears. His gaze finally fell on the book in his hand, and his hand couldn't help but tremble, word for word!

Xia Jingyu memorized the entire content of the book, from beginning to end, without the slightest mistake. When she stood up again and took the book out of Uncle Wen's hand, Uncle Wen had a feeling of being separated from the world, only to see the girl's mouth open and close, what she was saying in the sun, he listened carefully, and then noticed what she said: "Learning martial arts like me, just like learning this whole library like me, the difference in talent is not hard work after all." ”

Xia Qingyang was in a trance when he heard this, and suddenly turned around in despair, ignoring the fact that Uncle Wen was calling him behind him.

Xia Jingyu smiled and said to Uncle Wen, "Since that's the case, then I'll go up first." ”

"You, why do you do this?" Uncle Wen didn't realize that when he said this, he no longer regarded Xia Jingyu as a child.

"Why bother?" Xia Jingyu turned his head with a mocking expression: "I'm telling the truth, and it's for his good." ”

Xia Jingyu turned her head and left, she didn't admonish out of kindness.

It's -- really lazy to teach others anymore. Besides, it is really enjoyable to hit other people's self-confidence, puncture others' persistence, and watch him leave with a dejected face.

When Xia Jingyu arrived on the fifth floor, he was much later than usual. Elder Xia had always been calm and didn't ask much.

Elder Xia was only a second-order alchemist, but in this third-rate city, a second-order alchemist was also very powerful. Elder Xia's duty was to refine a large number of pills every day and send them to the family's property for sale, or provide them for use within the family.

(To be continued.) )