When the sky was bright, Wu Xiu opened his eyes, it seemed that he had a dream last night, why, a sixteen-year-old boy, he was born as if he had never had a dream experience, as if someone had been shouting my name in his dream. That's what they said about dreaming, and Wu Xiu was secretly surprised.

Wu Xiu is a fairly self-disciplined person, he gets up early in the morning to wash, and then rushes to the martial arts courtyard without breakfast. The young man is also a big ups and downs, from brocade clothes and jade food, maids waiting to dress and eat to now he can't afford to eat breakfast, and he is mentally tough without giving up on himself.

The martial arts courtyard was built on the outskirts of Jinghua City, some distance from the palace, the young man trotted all the way for half an hour to see the outline of the martial arts courtyard, the ancient atmosphere, the hundred-zhang high courtyard wall is all made of magic yang stone, there is indeed wealth, Wu Xiu thought about breaking him a few magic yang stones when he was poor, but the formation was blessed, and with the strength of Wu Xiu, he couldn't pick a small piece with the strength to eat milk.

trotted into the martial arts courtyard, the martial arts courtyard area is very large, Wu Xiu was very hurried to the spiritual spring in the mountain behind the martial arts courtyard, and then carried water to water the nearly one-acre spiritual garden, which contained all kinds of rare and rare exotic herb elixirs, used for some talented disciples to cultivate, or as a task reward, Wu Xiu was just the person responsible for planting crops, and this harvest of crops had nothing to do with him.

The distance between the spiritual garden and the spiritual spring was not far, and Wu Xiu carried water again and again to water it, and then went to briefly check the operation of the cultivation rooms in various places, the addition of spirit stones, and the maintenance of some cultivation equipment.

In fact, these things are done by the students of the Martial Arts Academy in turn, but everywhere in this world is the law of the jungle, a waste material who has been cultivating for three years and still can't reach the innate realm, of course, it is more suitable to do some miscellaneous things, not only the students of the Martial Academy, but also the tutors, all acquiesce to this kind of thing, Wu Xiu is used to it, used to the malice of this world.

In the martial arts arena, Wu Xiu lowered his head to repair a batch of slightly damaged cultivation equipment, these appliances are used to practice the body in the innate realm, and it is useless after breaking through the innate to reach the foundation, this is done in order to have a certain foundation for the body and better absorb spiritual power. As for the practice of the body, this is a kind of stupidity in the eyes of those monks standing at the top of the pyramid, this world has not been out of the practice of the monk for a long time, the master of the martial arts academy Qi Zhiyi once said, the practice of the inheritance has long been cut off, this world is not suitable for the practice of the monk, the sky is already bright, the sun is just rising, the thin young man is sitting on the ground, holding the cultivation equipment in his hand is tinkering, the ground next to the young man is also throwing a piece of equipment, dense, gusts of light wind swept by, Wu Xiu's nose sniffed lightly, very charming and attractive taste, looking up, dressed in red, standing straight, sword eyebrows and apricot eyes heroic posture。

It's beautiful, but it's also dangerous, Wu Xiu just glanced at it, whispered a word of good mentor, and lowered his head, as if he was ashamed of himself, and didn't dare to look directly at the person in front of him.

She sighed softly, then turned away as if nothing had happened and she had never been. Her name is Qi Sheng, in this Jinghua aristocratic martial arts academy, she is a maverick and self-contained, with an extremely powerful background, cold, beautiful, mysterious and powerful, unclimbable, is the evaluation of most martial arts academy students on her, of course, this does not include Wu Xiu.

Qi Sheng, the tutor of the martial arts academy, has known him since a long time ago, but after the Wuwang Mansion was lonely, everyone saw the wind and made the rudder, and they wished to be as far away from themselves as possible, many such people, it is human nature to seek good fortune and avoid evil, and there are more people who take the opportunity to step on the throne of the Wuwang Mansion, Wu Xiu smiled and watched, watching his own excitement and watching so happily, he was really a strange person in China.

Qi Sheng's Qi family did not take advantage of the danger to carve up the interests of the Wuwang Mansion, perhaps because a certain high-ranking member of the Qi family had a good relationship with his father who died on the battlefield, or because of scruples about reputation and the like, in the end, he did not fight for what originally belonged to the Wuwang Mansion, but after that, it was a stranger, and Qi Sheng was the only one who still regarded herself as a person in the Martial Academy, although she never said a word to herself.

After Wu Xiu finished all the chores, there were already many students in the martial arts academy who rushed to the martial arts academy, in fact, it was said that it was the martial arts academy, but most of the students were self-studying, practicing in the cultivation room, and they would go to the tutor to ask for advice if they were confused about the cultivation.

There are a lot of people in the martial arts academy today, many student tutors from the outer courtyard come here, Wu Xiu is a person who doesn't like to be lively, lying alone on the roof of an abandoned attic, the sun is warm, the young man is half-squinting and the noisy martial arts academy, he is different from other students, like a miscellaneous worker in the martial arts academy, just working and eating every day, everyone seems to have forgotten that he is a student of the martial arts academy, maybe too long of humble life even he himself has forgotten something.

"Wu waste wood, Wu waste firewood......" The voice was urgent, and the young man raised his head and saw the person standing in front of the attic, sweating profusely, as if he had been looking for himself for a long time.

Wu Xiu didn't think much when he heard his name, he was a waste of martial arts in the eyes of everyone, it was really understandable to call him like this, Wu Xiu smiled.