Xingtian stopped, others could say whatever they wanted about him, but not about his father.

It's nothing else, it's true that you don't lose a piece of meat, but it's about dignity, especially the dignity of your father. In Xingtian's heart, his mother died early, and his father supported a family alone, working hard and complaining, and absolutely not allowing anyone to insult him.

Xingtian turned around, but he was staring at Xu Jiang, his eyes were cold and terrifying.

"What, you're still not convinced?" Xu Jiang looked at the anger in Xingtian's eyes, but sneered: "Believe it or not, I'll beat you up now!"

When the people around saw that there was a good show, they also got out of the way and looked at it with a grin.

Relying on the fact that he has practiced the Five Tigers Shaoyang Fist to the sixth level, Xu Jiang has always been arrogant, coupled with the grievances between the two adults, he has long wanted to teach a lesson to Xingtian, and today he is also deliberately looking for trouble, but after speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and punched him directly.

With a snort, this punch went straight to the Punishment Heaven Gate.

The fist wind is whistling, and it turns out that it has achieved 'punching sticky wind', and many teenagers around are envious, and being able to do 'punching sticky wind' proves that it is the characteristic of practicing the Five Tigers Shaoyang Fist to more than five times.

Xing Tian was also aroused at this moment, seeing that the opponent's punch was fast and urgent, there was no way to avoid it at all, he could only retreat with his right leg and force his waist, and he also punched out.

It's just that although his punch is also rigorous, the power is much worse than that of the other party. saw the two fists collide together, and Xu Jiang didn't move at all, but Xingtian kicked back a few steps back.

There was a sudden sound of laughter and cheers around him, Xing Tian stabilized his body, but he only felt pain in his fists, his arms were sore, and there seemed to be a boulder pressed on his chest, and his blood was surging, and it took a while to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Haha, waste is waste, I only used thirty percent of my strength just now, and now I will punch again!" Xu Jiang was about to fight again, and at this time, a thunderous voice sounded at the door.

"Early in the morning, you don't practice boxing well, is it itchy? Xu Jiang, Xingtian, you two know the rules of the martial arts hall, and you are not allowed to fight in private, but now you have broken the rules, now run twenty laps around the martial arts training ground, and come to see me after running!"

The person who spoke was a man in a gray cloth shirt, with knotted muscles, exposed skin that was bronzed, green tendons bulging on it, thick eyebrows and big eyes, it was the master of this martial arts hall, Mu Haifeng.

Seeing Mu Haifeng coming, Xu Jiang glared at Xingtian fiercely, but he knew that he couldn't fight today, so he began to run around the martial arts training ground.

This Mu Haifeng is the only 'quenching' martial artist in Wajin Village, and it is said that he has long connected the five tigers and Shaoyang boxing to the ninth level, and there are more other martial arts, but his personality is hot and strict, and he said that the punishment for running is already light.

Xing Tian also hurriedly ran around the martial arts training ground.

At this moment, Xingtian's shortcomings in physical fitness were exposed, and a quarter of an hour later, Xu Jiang had already completed twenty laps, while Xingtian had only run half of it.

Seeing this scene, Mu Haifeng shook his head, but stepped into the martial hall.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the torture genius entered the martial arts hall with a sweaty face, and Xu Jiang, who was already seated, sneered, and whispered: "It's so unbearable, you still want to practice martial arts, it's delusional!"

"Okay, Xingtian, sit down!" Mu Haifeng stood in front with his hands behind his back, glanced at the students below, but said: "There are only three months left before this year's martial arts test, this martial arts test is not unique to my Great Zhao Dynasty, the world's martial artists, the first hurdle to pass on the road to fame is the martial arts test, after the martial arts test, the sky is high and the birds can fly, if you can't pass the martial arts test, it will be a dead fish into the quagmire, and this will be the case for a lifetime." You still have a chance, three months, I want you to redouble your efforts to practice, two months later I will hold a martial arts competition, test your cultivation results, if you don't practice the Five Tigers Shaoyang Fist to the fifth level, then don't go to the martial arts test after that, so as not to embarrass me!"

This sentence immediately caused an uproar below.

Naturally, those who are well gifted are snickering and gloating, while those who are not talented are pale and bitter.

"At that time, the first place in the martial arts competition will be rewarded with a 'first-grade quenching pill'!" Mu Haifeng threw a bombshell.

Speaking of 'Quenching Pill', even Mu Haifeng was excited, the Dan is divided into nine grades, one is the lowest, and the nine is the highest, although the reward pill is only one grade, it is also a rare thing, even for a martial artist who has successfully quenched his body, it is also a good thing that can improve his skills, and for those who have not quenched his body, it is a great supplement.

Hearing that there was a reward, and it was also an extremely precious 'Quenching Pill', many people were ready to try it at the moment, especially Xu Jiang, who had the highest realm. Obviously, he who has already practiced the Five Tigers Shaoyang Fist to the sixth level is the most likely to win the first place in the martial arts competition, and he is also the most likely person to include this 'Quenching Pill' in his bag.

Xingtian, who was sitting cross-legged at the back, obviously showed a trace of yearning, if there was a quenching pill, he was not hopeless. It's just that to win the first place in the martial arts competition, it is difficult for him now.

The school stipulates that the most poisonous noon of the sun can rest for two hours, so the students are three or three by two, or frolic, and Xingtian is to eat some of the dry food brought, and then slowly walk out of the Xuewu Hall.

Xingtian did not go home, and there was a big willow tree at the east end of the village, where there was a house, but it was Xingtian's destination.

Walking to the door of the house, Xing Tian knocked twice on the door panel, and soon the wooden door creaked open. The one who opened the door was a girl dressed in green, eccentric, but when she saw Xingtian, she smiled: "You're late today, hurry up, my sister has been waiting for you for a while!"

Entering this house, you can see that the small yard is full of all kinds of plants, the ceiling of the yard is built with a lot of fine bamboo, the bamboo is crawling with blue-green plants, which is full of flowers, red and green, the floor paved with bricks and stones is spotless, in this remote country, this house is obviously extraordinary.

There are two wooden tables in the courtyard at this moment, and a young girl is already sitting behind a wooden table with a guqin. This girl is white-clothed and snowy, green silk is like a waterfall, her face is pretty, and her age is similar to Xingtian, she saw Xingtian follow the girl in green in, but she smiled gracefully, and said: "I have recomposed the shortcomings of yesterday's song today, you come and listen to it, and help me give advice!"

Looking at it like this, this girl and Xingtian are extremely familiar.

Xing Tian was also extremely relaxed here, but he smiled and nodded, and sat on the chair next to him very familiarly, and after a while, the girl plucked the strings lightly, and a string of water droplets cleared the pool, and the sound of the jade beads sounded.

During the whole process, the girl concentrated on stroking the qin, and Xingtian also listened carefully.

Half a pillar of incense, the sound of the piano dispersed, and Xing Tian nodded again and again when he heard it.

"It's indeed much better than yesterday, Linglong, your piano skills are getting better and better, although I haven't heard anyone else play the piano except you, but I guess there is no one in the world who is better than yours!" Xing Tian said.

However, the girl in white was a little embarrassed, but she said angrily: "The world is big, the sun and the moon are beautiful, and there are countless talented people, you say that I am the best in the world, are you deliberately making fun of me?"

The girl's name is 'Linglong', not from this village, no one knows where she comes from, two years ago, Linglong took the green-clothed girl Xiaocui to live here, and accidentally met Xingtian, when the two talked very happily, they became friends, that is, at that time, Xingtian met such a confidant.

The word "confidante" was also seen from a book in Linglong's home, in short, the two have the same temperament, it can be said that they are "irreversible", of course, Xingtian naturally knows the love between men and women at this age, but he knows that Linglong must have an extraordinary background, but he is a little ashamed of himself, and the two only talk about piano painting and interesting things in the village when they meet, but vaguely, Xingtian has a good impression of Linglong in his heart.

Of course, not only Xingtian, all the teenagers in the village are in love with Linglong, but Linglong's origin is a mystery, and Xingtian is the only one who is close to Linglong in the village.

Hearing Linglong's words, Xingtian was a little embarrassed, he hurriedly waved his hand and said: "How come, I can't praise you, how can I make fun of you, by the way, there is some decline and sadness in your piano sound, is there something troublesome recently?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the depths of Linglong's eyes, the piano practitioner, a bosom friend is hard to find, but Xingtian is undoubtedly her bosom friend, but Linglong obviously didn't want to say more, but deliberately avoided the topic and said: "I see that you are very tired recently, is it because you are going to have a martial arts test?"

When he mentioned this matter, Xingtian's face was a little gloomy, three months later, it was the fateful martial arts test, when the time came, he would leap into the dragon gate, or an ordinary life, like his father, to be a country bricklayer, in one fell swoop, but although Xingtian's ambition was big, he was helpless and congenitally insufficient, and he really didn't have much chance of winning.

Looking at Xingtian's expression, a glimmer of luster flashed in her delicate and pretty eyes, but she sighed lightly: "That's it, don't mention this disappointment, I know that you like to paint, so I bought a painting from the daykeeper the day before, go to the house to have a look!"

As he spoke, he entered the house.

The house is spacious, bright, and unadorned, but it is immaculately clean. And on the wall facing the door of the house, there is a picture of the 'Eight Tigers Traveling in the Mountains'.

The tiger is the king of the mountain, and the picture is divided into eight fierce tigers with different postures and postures walking around in the mountains, or crouching, running, or leaping...... In short, the eight tigers exhibit eight forms.

"The style of the pen is resolute, the lines are simple, but it is just right, the thick ink is faint, and the spirit of the king jumps on the paper...... Linglong, this is a good painting!" Xing Tian saw this painting, as if he had forgotten his previous unhappiness, and walked to the painting in a few steps to observe it carefully.

"That's natural, our young lady knows that you like painting, so we specially invited Master Gu to ......" Xiao Cui on the side just said half a sentence, and was glared back by Linglong with the second half of the sentence.

Linglong's eyes were smart, looking at Xingtian who was concentrating, and seeing that the other party was concentrating on the painting and didn't seem to hear Xiao Cui's words, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After a long time, Xing Tiancai retracted his gaze and nodded secretly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After that, he chatted with Linglong for a while, and they talked very happily, playing chess and drinking tea, and they were very interested. Time passed, and after the shadow of the sun outside the hospital tilted, Xing Tiancai was shocked to find that the lunch break was over, and hurriedly got up to say goodbye.

"By the way, tomorrow I will go out to run errands, and I will not be here for a few days, or as usual, if I come back, I will hang a willow branch in front of the door......"

When Xingtian left, Linglong instructed.

The latter nodded, it was a little game between him and her, and he knew that Linglong often went out, but he didn't feel like it. And when Xingtian's figure left the small courtyard for a long time, that Xiaocui looked at the stunned Linglong, shook her head and said, "Miss, since you want to help him, why don't you tell him clearly!"

Linglong was slightly stunned when she heard this, but just shook her head, the smile on her face before had been retracted, and there was a sense of loss in her expression, and she said slowly: "Since I didn't say it two years ago, I won't say it now, I have my destiny, and this fate cannot be violated, so I and he are people of two worlds after all, and you and I will leave this place in three months, even so, it is better to be a country boy who doesn't know anything, and I will also face my fate, and it will be irrelevant!"

The tone is lost, but also firm.

Xiao Cui seemed to want to say something, but when she thought of something, she also sighed and kept silent.

Linglong then looked at the 'Eight Tigers Touring the Mountains' on the wall, and said: "This time Master Gu came to convey his father's edict, it just so happened that he was a painter and a master of martial arts, so I implored him to paint and integrate a martial arts into the painting, unless he is a person with a high level of understanding, it is impossible to see the mystery in the painting." Xiaocui, I met and intersected with Xingtian, this is fate, but unfortunately this fate is coming to an end, he is congenitally insufficient, whether he can understand the mystery can only depend on his chance, and I will not tell him, let alone help him, for him, this may be the best......"

Xiao Cui knew the meaning of these words, and could only sigh, indeed, the difference between Xingtian's identity and Miss Linglong is more than 108,000 miles, and some things are by no means Xingtian's control, not to mention that he is a country boy, even Miss Linglong, can only obey the arrangement of fate, naturally some things, the country boy still doesn't know good, knowing it, but it will only increase his troubles.

Linglong then walked slowly into the inner room, this is her boudoir, but also elegant introduction, at this moment on the desk in the room, there is a golden silk brocade fabric made of good silk, obviously through the hands of famous people, if it is a knowledgeable person can recognize this thing, because in the Great Zhao Dynasty, only the holy decree can be written with this object.

It reads: "Fengtian carrier, Emperor Wu said, the seven princesses are skillful and generous, gentle and generous, outstanding in appearance, and set royal talents." Since the 317th year of Zhao Wuli, he granted the request of the Heavenly Wolf Dynasty and his relatives, and gave the seventh princess to his third prince, King Zhou Lie, as his wife. However, the princess was young, and wrote a letter to beg the countryside to experience the hardships of the people for two years, and to sympathize with the common people. This spring and autumn change, the two-year time limit is approaching, and Princess Linglong and Da Zhao Wuli will return to Kyoto before the ninth day of September in the 319th year of the Great Zhao Wuli to prepare for peace, and I will do this!"

"There are only more than three months left until the ninth day of the ninth month of September......" In the boudoir, the tone was soft, but the mourning was infinite.