Xia Sheng just swaggered away, leaving only the hall full of astonishment.

The boys and girls led by Xiao Yong stared at each other with big eyes, completely ignoring what the situation was.

As for Qin Yan, she hadn't reacted for a while, like a lifeless puppet, she stood in place stunned, neither stopping Xia Sheng from leaving, nor continuing to lecture.

Because at this time, she was completely immersed in Xia Sheng's words and fell into a daze.

"How did he know that I was suppressed by a martial cultivator of the same rank? How did he see that my master spirit was Qingyan Bird's with just the naked eye? He even guessed that the other party was using a water pattern sword!"

Putting aside these weird questions, could it be said that within the same level, martial cultivation must be stronger than spiritual cultivation?

The next time you see each other, you can only run as far as possible?

"If this is really the case, then in next month's intra-clan competition, I, Qin Yan, am destined to only be a loser!"

"Damn!"

Qin Yan clenched her fists fiercely, the bright orange aura on her body loomed, and the strong power swept like a storm, making several students in the front row pale.

Several of the children were so frightened that they cried on the spot.

At this moment, Qin Yan discovered her gaffe, quickly collected the aura in her body, and looked at the little guys who were at a loss, with an apologetic face.

"Okay, just now the teacher just wanted you to feel what spiritual pressure looks like, and now let's move on. ”

With Qin Yan's soft voice, the scene was quickly controlled.

But as the "top student" of this class, Xiao Yong has a glint of schadenfreude in his eyes.

"Hey, look, that guy Xia Sheng dared to blatantly skip class, Teacher Qin was really angry this time! Annoyed a dignified spiritual master, in my opinion, don't say it's Xia Sheng, maybe even his cook father will be unlucky!"

Xiao Yong's guess was confirmed after class, because Qin Yan specially called him in front of him.

Feeling the fair skin and delicate face of this beautiful teacher up close, Xiao Yong seemed to hang his head and look respectful, but in fact, a pair of eyes were unscrupulously sweeping towards the two snow-white patches on Qin Yan's chest.

"It's a pity that this little girl is not something I can provoke. ”

Just thinking like this, Xiao Yong's ears heard Qin Yan's heavenly voice.

"Do you know where Xia Sheng's family lives?"

When Xiao Yong heard this, he took it for granted that Qin Yan was going to find trouble with Xia Sheng, and immediately replied eagerly: "I know, I know! His father is the cook of Wanfu Building, and their family lives in the wooden house in the backyard of Wanfu Building, Teacher Qin, do you want me to take you there?"

Qin Yan hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head: "No need, okay, now that class is over, you should hurry home too, pay attention to safety on the road." ”

Xiao Yong saluted respectfully, glanced at Qin Yan with some reluctance, and then turned around and walked out of the classroom.

I thought to myself: "It seems that I have to go to the Drunken Flower Garden today to vent the fire." ”

Of course, Qin Yan didn't know the dirty thoughts in Xiao Yong's heart, in fact, she couldn't have imagined that in this seemingly simple White Horse Town, a seventeen-year-old boy already knew everything about those men and women, and knew the marrow.

At this time, she just silently muttered in her heart: "Wanfulou, Xia Sheng." ”

At the same time, although Xia Sheng openly skipped class early and slipped out of the private school, he did not go back to Wanfu Building, but wandered around the street.

It is also a beautiful day, Xia Sheng just walked outside with his front foot, and the rain on his back foot stopped, otherwise he might have been drenched in soup.

Now he has completely awakened, or more accurately, along with him, there are also memories of the first eight lives.

He first carefully examined the condition of his body.

The final result made him shake his head and smile bitterly.

Because the old gentlemen of the private school were not wrong, he really did not have the conditions to become a martial artist.

Of course, this is for Xia Sheng before today, in fact, as long as he is willing, within half a month, he will be able to adjust his physical strength to a very terrifying level.

But......

In this regard, Xia Sheng just smiled, he didn't think about what he should do next, and he didn't bother to think about which anti-heaven physical technique he should choose in his memory if he wanted to boil his body.

There is no need.

After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, he struggled with his fate and the world every time he was in the first eight lives, and every time he became the greatest person in the world.

With a casual wave of his hand, he can decide the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people, decide whether the world is peaceful or war, and decide the fate of all countries and races in the world.

He believed that even after tens of thousands of years, each of his names would be recorded in the history books for future generations to look up to.

But unfortunately, in every life, he did not live past the age of 25.

What's even more regrettable is that he has never truly enjoyed life and the beauty of this world once.

He was so tired, he had been tired for nearly two hundred years before and after the eight generations combined.

In this life, he is now 16 years old, and if he can't escape the curse of fate, then he will only have 9 years left to live.

In that case, why not enjoy these 9 years and be at ease?

Xia Sheng.

Life is short, so life is as gorgeous as summer flowers.

But perhaps, the quiet bloom is also another kind of splendor?

From the moment he walked out of the class, Xia Sheng had already made his own decision, so he didn't think about how to turn himself into a samurai, let alone simply find a spiritual object to make himself a spiritual cultivator.

Even if these things are easy for him now.

He just wanted to live this life in peace.

It's also good to be a quiet and beautiful man.

Xia Sheng paced leisurely, like a first-time traveler, admiring the surrounding buildings, listening to the cries of selling from time to time on the street, and suddenly felt that this was life.

Until he finally walked to the door of Wanfu Building.

A strong man of five big and three thick, holding a dazzling kitchen knife in his hand, was waiting for him there.

"Ah Sheng!"

Xia Sheng's footsteps paused, and his eardrums hurt from this angry roar, he quickly raised his hand to cover his ears, and then raised his head, looked at the strong man, and shouted with a smile: "Dad." ”

Yes, the murderous man standing at the gate of Wanfu Building is the head chef of this restaurant and the father of Xia Sheng in this life, Xia Hong.

Looking at the bright smile on Xia Sheng's face, Xia Hong was also stunned, then came back to his senses, took three steps and two steps, came to Xia Sheng's side, grabbed his ears, and walked towards the back kitchen of the restaurant.

"Oops, Dad, let go, let go, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

Xia Sheng wailed all the way, passing through the hall, and the children and regular customers in the restaurant were not surprised by this scene, and they all showed helpless smiles.

It wasn't until he walked into the crowded kitchen of Wanfu Restaurant that Xia Hong let go of his hand and stared at Xia Sheng viciously.

"Do you still know that it hurts? Do you still know that I am your father? I think your kid has not been tight for three days, has he? He dared to skip class! Honestly, what the hell is going on!"

After saying this, Xia Hong slammed the kitchen knife in his hand on the board, and the sound made people's hearts tremble.

Xia Sheng rubbed his ears, his heart was full of wry smiles, but his face was timid, and he said, "Dad, I don't want to go to private school." ”

Hearing this, Xia Hong's eyes widened to the size of a copper bell, and he picked up the kitchen knife again, and the sound of waving the wind seemed to carry a strong fishy smell.

"What are you talking about? You kid has to say it again! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu chopped you up with a knife today!"

Of course, Xia Sheng was not frightened by Xia Hong's situation, but changed his extremely serious expression, and said solemnly: "Dad, I really don't want to go, the gentlemen have said a long time ago, I don't have the talent to cultivate martial arts, and it will be a waste of time to read it again, so it is better to learn to cook with you." ”

Xia Hong couldn't have imagined that his trick of trying a hundred things would actually fail today.

I don't know if this little rabbit cub was stimulated by something, or if he took the wrong medicine, why does it look different from usual?

Seeing this, the kitchen knife in Xia Hong's hand fell to the ground, he covered his chest with one hand, sat down on the ground dejectedly, showed a painful look on his face, and muttered: "Ah Sheng, you are going to be angry with your father, you know, do you know how much effort it took your father to let you go to this private school......"

"Dad knows that the path of cultivation is very hard, but you can't give up, otherwise you will only be as useless as your father in the future, how can you face the ancestors and ancestors of our Xia family under Jiuquan in the future......"

"Ah Sheng...... Ah Sheng......"

Speaking of the back, Xia Hong's voice was getting weaker and weaker, as if he was still choked, and the sadness on his face was even more unbearable.

But Xia Sheng smiled helplessly: "Okay, Dad, don't pretend, can we talk well?"

As Xia Sheng's words fell, Xia Hong's body began to tremble violently, and his whole face had been deformed with convulsions, looking extremely terrifying, as if he would lose his breath at any time.

But Xia Sheng just stood motionless beside him, looking at him with tears and laughter.

The next moment, Xia Hong got up from the ground neatly, his face was full of anger, and he muttered: "This can't fool you, it's impossible, my son can't be so smart, you must be an impostor!"

After speaking, Xia Hong suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Xia Sheng's cheek, tearing it left and right, which immediately caused Xia Sheng's wail.

"Daddy...... Are you crazy...... Daddy!"

After a while, Xia Hong withdrew his hand with his eyes open, still muttering, "It's not a human skin mask or something, this is really strange......

Xia Sheng's face was red and swollen, his eyes were full of helplessness, and he smiled bitterly and said, "Dad, don't make trouble, I'm serious!"

This time, Xia Hong's face finally returned to its normal color, he stared at Xia Sheng seriously for a long time, frowned and asked, "You really don't want to go to private school?"

Xia Sheng nodded, but keenly saw the sadness flickering in the corners of Xia Hong's eyes.

This time it's no longer acting, it's real.

So Xia Sheng hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, Dad, even if it's cooking, it may not be impossible to get ahead, in case I am taken by the emperor in the future and turned into an imperial chef, can't I still glorify my ancestors?"

Hearing this, Xia Hong suddenly turned around and waved his hand: "Think beautifully! Forget it, if you don't go to the private school, you won't go, count what I owe you in my last life, and in two days, my father will find you another errand." ”

When he said this, Xia Hong's voice was as usual, but Xia Sheng saw that his father's fingers, which had always been as steady as Mount Tai, were trembling slightly.