At noon, school finally ended.

Yang Ye combed through some disordered memories in his mind, mixed in the crowd, walked out of the classroom, and walked towards the school.

When I came to the school gate, a plainly dressed girl greeted me with a smile and said, "Brother Xiaoye, if you have something to do with art and literature today, she won't wait for us, she will let us go back first." ”

Yang Ye was slightly stunned, stopped, and looked at her carefully, in her memory, the girl's beautiful and gentle smile was clear and profound.

Her name is Cai Xiaoyan, she is a girl from Yang Ye's neighbor's house, the two are childhood sweethearts, they grew up together since childhood, and they have an excellent relationship.

This year, like Yang Ye, she was admitted to this convent with excellent grades, so every time she got out of school, the two would wait for each other and go home together.

There is also a girl named Wang Yiwen, who is also a friend of the two from childhood to adulthood, the girl has a strong personality, and she is like a boy all day long, and she was admitted to the Xiuwu Academy not far away.

The Xia Kingdom has been advocating civil and military affairs since ancient times, and in every city, there is at least one monastery and martial arts academy.

And those who are not willing to be ordinary, regardless of men, women, young and old, can achieve their careers and gain official positions or fame through the cultivation of literature or martial arts.

To cultivate literature, we must first understand the literary atmosphere through some poems, articles, or tunes that contain literary atmosphere, and then continue to read and study, absorb literary atmosphere into the body, and become a scribe.

After the scribes, there were also literati and scholars, etc., and these scholars were collectively referred to as literati.

The most powerful literati can use their literary qi outside the body, fly to the sky, kill enemies and destroy demons, and can do anything.

As for martial arts, you need to first perceive the vitality of heaven and earth.

Every morning, the sun rises and is full of vigor, which is the time when the vitality is the strongest.

At this time, the effect of cultivating martial arts is the best.

Cultivating literature requires talent, and cultivating martial arts requires talent.

Martial arts cultivators need mental formulas, exercises, and even more so, martial artists personally teach, while cultivating texts is relatively simpler.

As long as you are inspired and can show your good talents, you can practice Wenqi at home.

For example, creating your own poem, writing a tune, inventing something, etc., can increase the tone of the culture.

Of course, these things are very difficult for people in this world to create by themselves.

The martial artists here have a long history, and the literati are in the stage of germination.

There is no deep cultural heritage, and every country hides those works that contain literary atmosphere, so the development of literati is very slow.

Many people, from birth to old age, probably haven't even read a little poem with a literary atmosphere, let alone let them do it themselves.

Even those who come from good backgrounds can only recite simple poems, and sometimes make mistakes, and even then, they are proud enough.

It can be seen from this that the culture here is barren.

Yang Ye and Cai Xiaoyan walked back, thinking about these things in their minds, and the various emotions that came through had already faded away, and now it was imperative to change the status quo and ensure that they could live safely.

"Brother Xiaoye, what's wrong with you? Are those bad students bullying you again?"

Cai Xiaoyan followed behind Yang Ye, watching him silent, the background seemed more and more lonely, and suddenly felt a little pain in her heart.

She also knew that Yang Ye was often ridiculed and teased by the students in the class because of his poor family background, and some of them even beat him and made him climb on the ground as a mount......

"Don't be afraid, Brother Xiaoye, Sister Yiwen said that she is cultivating hard, and she will help you avenge when the time comes. Cai Xiaoyan comforted softly, with a touch of perseverance in her clear eyes, and said: "Xiaoyan will also work hard, when I become a scribe, I will protect my brother." ”

Yang Ye stopped, turned his head to look at her youthful appearance and hopeful eyes, smiled slightly, and nodded: "Well, Xiao Yan, I'll wait." ”

Cai Xiaoyan smiled shyly and said, "Usually as soon as I say this, Brother Xiaoye will stubbornly shake his head, saying that men are protected by women, not protected by women, why don't you say it today." ”

Yang Ye looked at her with a smile and said, "I figured it out today, I'm so stupid, you two are so smart, naturally you protect me." ”

"Hehe, Brother Xiaoye is not stupid. Cai Xiaoyan's eyes smiled into crescent moons, paused deliberately, and suddenly blinked: "It's just a little bit stupider than me." ”

Yang Ye smiled, and according to the familiar memory, turned into an alley.

Looking at the dilapidated and ancient houses around him, he sighed secretly in his heart.

"Brother Xiaoye, I have good news for you. ”

Cai Xiaoyan followed him into the alley, hesitated, and suddenly couldn't help but say.

"Say it. Yang Ye glanced at her with a smile and said, "Brother, I'll listen to you." ”

"Huh. Cai Xiaoyan was a little embarrassed, but her cheeks were flushed, overflowing with excitement, and she twisted for a moment, and Fang said in a low voice: "Brother Xiaoye, I am about to feel the tone." By three days at the latest, I should be able to condense my spirit. ”

After speaking, she looked at Yang Ye cautiously, with a hint of apprehension in her dark eyes, afraid that this news would stimulate him, who had been so strong since he was a child.

"Oh, yes, Xiao Yan, congratulations. ”

Yang Ye glanced at her somewhat uneasy expression and smiled secretly in her heart.

"Brother Xiaoye, you ...... You're not going to start hating Xiao Yan, are you? ”

Cai Xiaoyan regretted telling the news a little, Yang Ye originally had good grades, but because of his family background, he was bullied in the academy, and his grades plummeted, otherwise he would definitely be faster than her because of his family background.

Yang Ye stretched out his hand, touched her head gently, and said with relief: "How come, only when Xiao Yan is strong can she protect her brother, and my brother will not hate you because of this matter." ”

Cai Xiaoyan saw that he was sincerely happy, and he didn't mean to force a smile, his heart suddenly relaxed, and he nodded firmly: "Well, when Xiaoyan is powerful in the future, if anyone dares to bully Brother Xiaoye again, I will ...... I'll just ......"

Speaking of which, she really couldn't think of what to do, so she snorted for a long time, waved her little fist and said, "I'll beat him to tears!"

"Poof—"

Yang Ye couldn't help but laugh and said, "What if he is thick-skinned and doesn't cry?"

When Xiao Yan heard this, she was a little embarrassed, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Then beat him away, and don't let him bully you." ”

"And what if his legs are crippled and he can't run?" Yang Ye continued to tease her.

Xiao Yan was not stupid, and said with a smile: "No, if he has crippled legs, without Xiao Yan's action, Brother Xiao Ye can beat him." ”

Yang Ye was stunned for a moment, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, and said, "That's right." ”

"Hehe, you're so stupid. ”

Xiao Yan pointed to his deliberately strange expression and chuckled.

While the two were talking and laughing and walking, three young men armed with sticks suddenly appeared at the turn of the alley in front of them.

"Tsk, Brother Wang, look, that little girl is really fucking punctuality!"

The tall and thin young man on the left suddenly lit up his eyes when he saw the girl behind Yang Ye, and his face was full of salivation.

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