The sky was as blue as the deep and charming eyes of a young man, bright and hot, and a cool spring breeze swept wantonly and gently across the cultivation ground, and the young men and women who were full of vitality because of their youth were soaked with fine sweat. However, the scholars were full of vitality and passion, and they were completely oblivious to the method of practicing fighting skills taught by the master, and practiced a set of skillful movements and dances vigorously.

A slender and elegant old man in a green shirt carried his hands behind his back, leisurely and slowly walked in front of the neatly arranged and consistent scholars, nodding slightly from time to time, it was obvious that the outstanding performance of this group of young scholars was very much in line with his heart.

This old man's name is Guo Shirong, and he is the academician of Warat Academy, the only Xuanqi cultivation college in this Wusi City, and has a highly respected status because he has cultivated many students.

He finally stopped in front of a young man who was gorgeously dressed, with a face like a crown of jade, and thin eyebrows and lips, and couldn't help but praise the elegant and soft movements of the young man in front of him. The teenager was also excited by Mr.'s appreciation, and he also performed a set of actions more smoothly and vividly.

This young man's name is Han Xiao, and he is the son of Han Hao, the head of the two major families in Wusi City. In addition to having an excellent family bloodline, this son is also talented and intelligent, only ten years old is already the seventh stage of Xuan Qi, which can be regarded as the best in the same age, and even many elders are ashamed of themselves.

Mr. Guo often praised him as a genius like no other, and he also swore in front of his father that Han Xiao would definitely become the first and only Xuanzun powerhouse in Wusi City in the future.

Han Hao is also even more majestic and arrogant because his family can have such a genius.

The second family, the Gongliang family, and the sons of Gonglianghu are slightly inferior to their family. The second son, Gong Liangqi, who was ten years old at the time, was only the fifth stage of Xuan Qi at this time, while the eldest son Gong Liangping, who was twelve years old, had just broken through the eighth stage of Xuan Qi. Academician Guo couldn't help but boast about them many times in front of Gonglianghu, saying that they deserve to be a family with excellent bloodlines, all of them are talented, and they are the pillars of the current family.

Compared to the young men and women who cultivated Xuan Qi in the field, the room on the other side was relatively deserted and lifeless, and the gap between the two places of the same academy was so big that it could be described as a world of difference.

The dozens of young men and women in the room who behaved particularly well-behaved and obedient were all considered to be ordinary families who were born without cultivation bloodlines.

Although people in this Xuanyuan Continent all value martial arts and light literature, and respect the strong, these ordinary family members who do not have a cultivation bloodline do not dare to expect them to walk on the road of cultivating Xuanqi and eventually becoming a strong person, they only hope that their children can learn the cultural knowledge in the books well, and be a simple teacher in the future, and they will be satisfied if they can eat together.

Ordinary children are also very sensible, they know that they are naturally inferior, and they do not have the so-called strength to compare with others, so they have learned to bow their heads and read, and endure the cynicism and wanton play of those nobles.

The tall and thin master with gold-rimmed glasses and gloomy eyes was named Jin Yiwen, although he was only over thirty years old, he was already like a man in his fifties, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were covered with fish lines.

The children in the room are hooking their heads, silently flipping through the books, they should have been innocent and romantic at their age, but they were ruthlessly devoured by these boring books, only one of his eyes were as bright as morning dew, thick eyebrows and slight slight, the handsome young man who was just starting to bloom had been restlessly turning his face to the window, and then intently watching the cultivators in the cultivation field who were as elegant as a dance, and under a closer look, it was not difficult to find that there were a few lingering threads of worry in his fiery eyes.

Master Jin Yiwen noticed his restless behavior and called him softly, but he was already completely immersed in his inner world, and put the words of this always gentle and loving master in his ears.

The master walked to his side quietly, and reminded him in a gentle voice as always: "Ye Shao, don't look at it, it's important to do your homework." ”

When the young man heard this, he quickly turned his head back and said sorry to his master, but the master only smiled softly at him, and did not blame him.

......

As the bell rang, the day's lifeless study ended. The teenagers in the study room walked out one after another, except for the master, only Ye Zhen stayed inside.

"I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't be cranky, but I can't control myself. Ye Zhen walked up to the master and raised his immature and delicate little face.

"It's okay, I don't blame you, but can you tell me why you can't control yourself?" Jin Yiwen said with a kind face.

"I just don't want to be bullied by others because I'm weaker than others. Ye Shao's immature little face rose with a sense of determination, and he said stubbornly.

When Jin Yiwen heard this, a bright light like a diamond came out in his dim eyes, and it was fleeting, he looked at him quietly for a while, and then said lightly: "Well, I know, go home, go back and do the homework I assigned and bring it to me tomorrow." ”

After speaking, he took the lead out of this suffocating room, Ye Zhen paused, and also walked out.

Ye Zhen, as usual, ran home briskly as soon as he got out of school, this was something his father asked him to do every day when he was five years old, and at that time he didn't understand why his father wanted him to do this, until he was seven years old, the gentleman of Warat Academy tested their cultivation talent.

He clearly remembered his father's disappointed look after his husband told him that he was not qualified to cultivate, and after that, his father did not strictly require him to run every day, and over time, his father was not even willing to say a word to him, he only preferred wine.

His young mind seemed to feel something, so he still insisted on running every day, and gradually he fell in love with running, and he has been running for four and a half years now.

......

As he was rushing home, several teenagers stopped him.

He didn't have to look back to know that it was Han Xiao and Gong Liangping, and Gong Liang Qi them. He knew that he would inevitably be beaten by them again, and although he knew that he couldn't outrun them, he didn't dare to stop.

Just as a few familiar winds rushed past him, they immediately surrounded him and knocked him to the ground.

Han Xiao sneered: "Didn't I warn you every day, you lowly bloodline inferior person don't do this thing in front of us that will prolong and hinder Young Master Ben's eyes? It seems that you still have to do it against Young Master Ben? Good Lao Tzu will see you beat you once in the future, and give you a little more strength every day, I don't believe that I will not be able to convince you." ”

Gongliang Qi smiled and said: "As long as you say that you are convinced, we will let you go." ”

Ye Zhen's face was bruised and purple, but he gritted his teeth, didn't say a word, and looked at them coldly.

Gong Liangping smiled: "It seems that he is still not convinced!"

Then he kicked him twice, Ye Zhen only felt extremely painful, huge beads of sweat dripped like broken beads on his face that was red like firelight, but his trembling hands supported his body twisted by pain and slowly got up.

Gongliang Qi sneered: "An inferior person is an inferior person, and if you want to blame it, you can only blame yourself for your bad life, what's the use of doing this useless struggle?"

"I tell you, if given the chance, what you have done to me now will be repaid in the future. Ye Shao's little face covered with bruises showed a resolute and calm way that only adults have.

The three of them were stunned by his unyielding expression, Han Xiao smashed his mouth, and said to Gongliang: "Brother Gongliang, my father once said to me that if you want a person to submit to you, you must slowly torture him, let his psychology collapse little by little, and let him live in fear all day long. ”

"Well, I think that's it for today, this kind of inferior person is very cheap, and he can't withstand our blows, if he is killed, there will be less fun in the future. Gongliang said with a gentlemanly smile.

After the three of them left in a big way, Ye Zhen got up from the ground tremblingly, endured the pain and continued to run home.