Tianqin Empire, Heiyao City, in a dilapidated brick house in the slums. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Students, look at the blackboard, these two words read: ideal. That's what we're going to be about in this lesson. Everyone has ideals, and everyone's ideals are different......" As soon as Teacher Sun started to lecture, he found that Xue Hao in the audience was in a daze.

Xue Hao doesn't know what's going on recently, and he often goes to class in a daze and is absent-minded.

"Xue Hao, let's talk about your ideals first. ”

Xue Hao, who was wandering in the world, came back to his senses and stood up slowly, he has always been named to answer questions because he is not paying attention to lectures recently.

"My ideal, my ideal is ......" Three seconds later, Xue Hao thought of his answer: "My dream is to become a demon hunter." ”

This answer is very common, just like the children on the earth want to be scientists. Xue Hao is from Earth, and his soul was worn on this child not long ago, which is why he has been in a daze recently.

"Hahaha......" The other students burst into laughter.

Xue Hao didn't understand why such an official answer caused other students to laugh.

Teacher Sun patted the table and motioned for everyone to be quiet: "Ahem, Xue Hao's ideals are very good, but when establishing ideals, you need to properly consider your actual situation." Okay, sit down. Niu Gao, tell me about your ideals. ”

"My dream is to be a witcher, I want to defend humanity and become a hero......"

"Good!" the students applauded.

Xue Hao was very unhappy, why was he also a demon hunter, it was natural for Niu Gao to say it, but he was ridiculed when he said it. However, it was not Xue Hao's ideal to defend humanity or anything, he just heard that demon hunters had good welfare, high status, and respect.

Next, the other students also talked about their ideals, in addition to Xue Hao and Niu Gao, there are several other people who also want to become demon hunters, in addition to cooks, tailors, langzhong, teachers, and all kinds of professions.

Xue Hao is very strange why there are still people who want to be cooks and tailors such a low-level profession, which child on the earth says that he wants to be a chef when he grows up, not to mention being laughed at by others, it is estimated that he will be beaten by his parents.

Although Xue Hao is only ten years old, Xue Hao is an adult in his twenties, and the word "ideal" written on the teacher's blackboard can be seen by Xue Hao at a glance, and there is no need to study at all. In fact, the characters and Chinese characters in this world are almost the same, and Xue Hao doesn't need to learn them at all.

However, Xue Hao is more concerned about how to return to the earth, this world is too terrifying, there is no electricity, no network, no various games he loves, on the contrary, there are cannibalistic green goblins!

What's more, this Xue Hao is an orphan, only one of his grandfather and another sister who are also adopted, and the family can be said to be poor.

Even if I cross, I will pass through an official family! Xue Hao complained, but unfortunately it didn't help, he had been abandoned by God.

In Xue Hao's fugue, time passed unconsciously, and it was time for the end of school.

Xue Hao was walking on the way home, when a strong force suddenly hit him from behind, causing him to stumble and almost fall. Xue Hao turned around and saw Niu Gao and his little attendant Hou Xiaolin.

Niu Gao's family runs a restaurant, and in this slum, his family is better off than most people. Because of the restaurant at home, Niu Gao eats roundly, and is about the same age as Xue Hao, but he is half a head taller than him, and his body is even stronger.

Xue Hao knew from his memory that Niu Gao usually bullied him a lot.

"Your ideal is also a witcher, why are you the only one like me who is qualified? Niu Gao said loudly.

"That is, only Niu Gao is qualified. Hou Xiaolin echoed on the side.

Xue Hao: "Do I want to be a demon hunter and have something to do with you?"

"You're still hard-mouthed, it seems that you don't know who has the final say here. Niu Gao clenched his fists and walked towards Xue Hao.

Xue Hao looked behind Niu Gao: "Teacher Sun is good." ”

Niu Gao and Hou Xiaolin hurriedly turned around without saying a word: "Hello Teacher Sun, let's have a joke." ”

As a result, the two of them were empty behind them, and there was nothing. Suddenly, Niu Gao felt a strong force coming from his buttocks, he rushed forward two steps before stopping his figure, and turned to see that Xue Hao had already run.

"Dare to trick me, chase!"

Originally, Xue Hao was going to kick Niu Gao and gnaw mud with a dog, but the difference in weight was too great, and he had little strength to do it. A hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, and he naturally wants to run when he takes advantage.

After running for a distance, Niu Gao and Hou Xiaolin didn't catch up and gave up. I plan to settle accounts with Xue Hao the next day.

"Cut, if I am bullied by you two teenage little hairy children, what face will I have?" Xue Hao returned home and found that his grandfather and sister had not come back yet.

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In a restaurant called Natural Fragrance.

An old man with a withered description, his clothes full of patches, walked slowly into the restaurant. Next to the old man was a little girl in her early teens, washed white, with a small bowl in her hand.

The little girl's hair was a little messy, her face was dirty, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

Xue Lao walked into the lobby of the restaurant, first bowed to the diners, and then went straight to a bench. Suddenly, an erhu appeared out of thin air in Xue Lao's hand, and then he set up the erhu and began to play the song.

No one was surprised by such a bizarre scene, and it seemed that they were accustomed to it.

The shopkeeper and Xiao Er in the lobby just glanced at him and stopped paying attention to him.

The moment his fingers were on Hu Xian, Xue Lao's whole temperament changed. Soon, the voice of the erhu sounded in the lobby of the restaurant. The sound of this song is tactful, and the tune is desolate, like crying.

This song seems to tell a story, and the diners in the restaurant seem to see a wandering walker struggling through the wilderness. Suddenly, the erhu's voice became high-pitched, and the wandering walker did not give in at all, and fought tenaciously against fate.

After finishing the song, Xue Lao got up and bowed to the diners again.

"Good!" came from the lobby of the restaurant.

Xue Ling'er held a small bowl and walked past every diner. Diners who are willing to give will be rewarded with a few pennies, and Xue Ling'er who is unwilling will not ask for it.

At this time, a deep voice was heard: "Hmph! What kind of tune is played on such a happy day, and it is not a dead person." Today is my birthday, hey, old man, play a song to celebrate. ”

"This," Xue Lao pondered for a few seconds, "Okay, but I'm not very good at cheerful tunes, please forgive me for not playing well." ”

Xue Lao set up the erhu, and the cheerful song came from the Hu strings. It's just that the music he played before was inspired by feelings, and there were his own feelings integrated into it, and he naturally played it very well. Now this piece is tangible and soulless, and it is very unsmooth.

The man was very unhappy, no one came to celebrate his birthday, and now an old man who sells art is perfunctory to him. A moment of anger arose, and the man stepped forward with an arrow and kicked Xue Lao in the abdomen.

Xue Lao rolled over a few times and fell to the ground. Xue Ling'er hurriedly stepped forward to help Xue Lao up, and glared at the man: "What are you doing?"

The others around him also discussed: "This person is so domineering." "What kind of skill is it to bully an old man. ”......

The shopkeeper and the shopkeeper in the restaurant all watched this scene quietly, without the slightest intention of making a sound. It was impossible for them to offend the diners for the sake of Xue Lao.

The man couldn't hold back his face when he heard the discussion of the people around him. He took out a tael of silver and threw it on the ground: "If the level is not good, don't come out to perform, it's really ugly! This is a compensation for you, take it well." ”

No one saw Xue Lao's clenched and loosened fist.

Xue Ling'er stepped forward and picked up the money on the ground.

"Alas!" Xue Lao sighed in a low voice, watching Xue Ling'er pick up the money on the ground, and then leave with Ling'er. If it was more than ten years ago, let alone a tael of silver, or throwing ten thousand taels of gold on the ground, he wouldn't have looked at it more.