Nie Feng woke up very late, and even the sun was on his buttocks. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His mother, Nie, did not wake him up early in the morning for breakfast as usual, but let her son rest until now.

Sitting up, slowly twisting his body, and suddenly Nie Feng was surprised to find that there were many swollen and painful parts yesterday, but they were all healed overnight, and he didn't even look carefully, and there was not even a trace of it.

"Am I so powerful?" haha!" Nie Feng laughed.

Quickly getting dressed and getting out of bed, Nie Feng took a few basic swordsmanship postures, practiced for a while, and then patted his arms and legs, "It's really healed! It seems to be more flexible and powerful than before! Now, I don't have to lie on the bed anymore!"

Retracted his posture, straightened his shirt slightly, opened the door and wanted to go out.

It happened that Nie came to see him, and the mother and son met at the door.

"You...... Why are you up? Go back and lie down!You kid, you're so badly injured, you want to run out just a little bit!" Nie was obviously surprised and annoyed.

"Mother, I'm fine, look!" Nie Feng lifted his injured arm, his fair skin glowing softly in the morning sun.

Nie Shi looked at it carefully over and over again, "Strange! Your arm was bruised yesterday, why is there nothing to do now?" I'll look at your legs!"

When the Nie clan confirmed that Nie Feng was really completely fine, he couldn't help but be stunned in place.

"Mother, I'm going out to practice swords!I'll be back before dinner!" Nie Feng shouted from afar, turned around and ran away without a trace.

"This kid, it's just fine, and his body is weak, why did he start to ignore it!" Nie Shi complained, and then touched his forehead, "Could it be that I was dazzled yesterday......?

Nie Feng followed a tree-lined path towards the Sword Pavilion and walked briskly, this path was found by himself, along this path not only could he quickly reach the Sword Pavilion, but he also rarely encountered the children of those swordsmen, thus avoiding a lot of trouble.

The Sword Pavilion is located in the central area of the Mu Mansion, when Nie Feng arrived, there were already many teenagers in the Sword Pavilion who had started their morning exercises, their morning exercises were the same as Nie Feng's, they were all practicing basic swordsmanship, unless they could survive three years, no matter who they were, they were not qualified to learn sword moves in the Mu Mansion, of course, if someone was willing to teach, the Mu Mansion would not bother to care, just like Tie Ming.

"Look, isn't this Nie Feng? I remember that he was seriously injured by Tie Ming the day before yesterday, why is he getting better now?"

"This kid is tough enough, in the face of someone as powerful as Tie Ming, he dares to contradict it, it's really admirable!"

"Alas, I hope Tie Ming won't trouble him again in the future! But it's true, this Tie Ming always seems to look at Nie Feng unpleasantly. ”

When they saw Nie Feng walk in, several teenagers began to whisper, Nie Feng had obviously seen it, but as if he didn't know, he walked straight to the sword stand, took a rhombus sword, and practiced on his own.

Rhombin, a sword made of rhomin, is not comparable to a sword made of steel in terms of sharpness and dexterity, but it is no different from an iron sword in terms of weight and flexibility, and is most suitable for beginners.

In addition to the children of the Mufu lineage, plus the children of the swordsman who have become swordsmen year by year, as well as the children of the inferior people, the total number of teenagers is also nearly a hundred, so the square before the Sword Pavilion is also quite large, of course, in this group of teenagers, the children of the swordsman account for most of them, and the children of the inferior people are less than twenty.

Nie Feng hates the children of this group of swordsmen very much, relying on his identity, he always has a proud and commanding face, although there are many of them with kind personalities, but Nie Feng obviously does not want to have any interaction with them, even if the other party deliberately lowers the shelf, it will still make him extremely uncomfortable.

Therefore, Nie Feng does not have many friends, but Yuan Li, who is also the child of a sword servant, is one.

Seeing Nie Fengchen practicing, Yuan Li leaned over, "Hey, Nie Feng, has your body recovered?"

"Hehe, it's okay!" Nie Feng would often smile honestly when facing his friends.

"I seem to feel that my basic swordsmanship has improved in the past two days, do you want to give it a try?" Yuan Li said with some mystery.

"Oh, really, then you have to be merciful!" Nie Feng looked interested.

Just as the two were about to fight, they suddenly heard the clapping applause on the side, and when they turned their heads, their brows couldn't help frowning.

Mu Qing, the grandson of the three elders of the Mu family, and Tie Ming's sworn friend.

"Yo...... Isn't this Nie Feng, who is a nine-rank qualification? Why does Nie Gongzi want to find someone to learn swordsmanship? Do you want me to accompany Nie Gongzi to practice?" Mu Qing's tone of voice was neither yin nor yang, which made Nie Feng extremely uncomfortable.

The nine-rank qualification was the result of Nie Feng's measurement when he first entered the Sword Pavilion, and when this news came out, it attracted the laughter of many teenagers, because the qualifications of ordinary people are all seven-grade, and the better ones can reach the sixth grade, or even the fifth grade, and the worse ones are only the eighth grade.

When it comes to the eighth grade, it is basically considered to be a waste in the practice of swordsmanship, and there is no possibility of being promoted to a swordsman before the age of eighteen, while Nie Feng's ninth rank has become a waste among the wastes, and Mufu has not produced one for two or three years, according to the deacon who measured the grade, this Nie Feng is afraid that he will practice swords all his life, and it is unlikely that he will be promoted to a swordsman.

Therefore, among all the teenagers in the Sword Pavilion, Nie Feng, who has nine grade qualifications, can be called the best.

Yuan Li bowed slightly, "Young Master Muqing, we just practiced, and we didn't learn swordsmanship, please don't misunderstand." ”

Mu Qing rolled his eyes, "There's nothing to do with you here, get out!"

"You ......" Yuan Li, who originally wanted to exonerate Nie Feng, was also so angry that his face turned red at this moment, but because of Mu Qing's strength and backstage, Yuan Li didn't say anything more, he only stood aside with hatred, and he didn't mean to dodge.

Mu Qing didn't bother to pay attention to Yuan Li, slowly took a few steps forward, hugged his arms, stared at Nie Feng who was bending down to pick up his coat and prepare to dodge, and sneered leisurely, "What, Nie Gongzi wants to walk away when he sees me coming?

"What do you want?" Nie Feng glared at Mu Qing with extreme impatience.

Seeing Nie Feng's eyes, Mu Qing seemed to have been stung by a wasp suddenly, and for a moment a trace of extreme discomfort flashed through his heart, but then a wave of anger arose, "What do I want! Hehe, I want to have some fun with you!

"You...... Don't go too far!" Yuan Li, who was on the side, said the thoughts of many people present.

"Phew, how old are you! If you don't know what to do, you'll be next!" Mu Qing glared at Yuan Li viciously, so frightened that Yuan Li swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

In Mu Mansion, in the Sword Pavilion, Mu Qing and Tie Ming and others had already become earth overlords, and no one dared to provoke them, let alone Yuan Li, the son of an inferior person.

"Mu Qing, I'll forget it! Although this kid is a little cold, it's not easy, and there's no fun in making trouble with them!"

"That's right, Brother Mu, although this kid is not promising, but he didn't provoke us, just let him go as a fly fly!"

Although most of the people in the crowd were not very optimistic about Nie Feng, who was from a low-class background, in the face of Mu Qing's excesses, it also aroused the sympathy of some people.

Nie Feng obviously wouldn't admit the affection of these people, these people regarded him as a disgusting mosquito fly, although he was ostensibly helping him intercede, but he knew in his heart that these people just didn't like to find trouble like Mu Qing.

Thinking of this, Nie Feng couldn't help but snort lightly.

"See, it's not that I want to cause trouble, this kid doesn't accept us in his heart, if he doesn't teach him a lesson now, he won't let this kind of inferior person turn the sky upside down in the future!" Mu Qing seemed to be trying his best to find reasons for himself, excuses one after another, but his words obviously also spoke to the hearts of those teenagers, so they all fell silent.

"Did you hear that, boy? I'll let you drill through! As long as you get through, by the way, admit that you are a waste, and the master promises not to trouble you again in the future, how about it?" Mu Qing pointed to his crotch, the smug color in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and of course there was a hint of expectation.

Nie Feng was silent for a long time, he was hesitating, really hesitating.

He knew that this involved the dignity of men, and if he drilled, it would inevitably become a joke for all teenagers, so that those who still looked down on him would immediately look down on him, and those who originally looked down on him would think that he was a waste at home, and it might even affect the reputation of his parents, and it could become a humiliation for him for the rest of his life.

But if he doesn't drill, he can't say that he will have to be beaten again today, and it is not terrible to be beaten, but he really doesn't want to make his parents frightened anymore, and even if it passes today, there will be endless troubles in the future, how can this make him work hard with all his heart, and how can he be promoted to a swordsman before the age of eighteen?

Although the qualification is nine grades, known as the waste of waste, Nie Feng's heart was not knocked down by this thing, as if the fire of pride had long been buried in his heart, waiting to grow and sprout at any time, he always believed that he could definitely be promoted to a swordsman before the age of eighteen, so as to take off the hat of an inferior person, so that his parents would also stand tall from now on.

What to do? To drill or not to drill?

Nie Feng's eyes showed a hesitant look, especially when he saw Mu Qing with an "amiable smile", which made him feel like he was in an illusion.

It seems that the other party's face has become thousands of people in an instant, all laughing at him for being so unbearable, such a waste, the worried eyes of his parents seem to have appeared in front of him, in the face of the ridicule of thousands of people, the parents blocked the desolate figure in front of Nie Feng without hesitation, and in an instant, the contemptuous eyes of thousands of people suddenly turned into thousands of sword lights, stabbing at the parents who had no power to fight back......

No, I don't want this, I don't want this!

Nie Feng let out a heart-rending roar in his heart, and he swore that during his parents' lifetime, they must be allowed to get rid of the hat of inferiority, and they must be dignified in the second half of their lives, so that they will never be ridiculed again, and they will never be looked down upon again.

Today's things, one day, he will get them back little by little, so that Mu Qing, Tie Ming, and those who laugh at them and bully them will regret what they have done today, deeply regret!