Autumn morning light, take a deep breath, as if inhaling the slaughter of this heaven and earth, with the residual wine in the belly, tumbling.

Xia Ji breathed a long sigh of relief and soaked in the wooden barrel, and in order to prevent the water from getting cold, Qingzhuzi grabbed the hot water kettle from a distance from time to time and ran over, shouting "Childe move to the side", and then raised his hands hard and brought the spout of the pot to the edge of the barrel.

Grunt...

Hot water into a bucket.

Xia Ji suddenly felt that the water was warm again.

Although Qingzhuzi is a maid, because of the environment of the Xia family, because she is from a big family, and because she has been in the Xia family for a long time, she is not as humble as an ordinary maid, and even in her heart, she also regards this seventeen-year-old little grandfather as her "own brother", after all, if her younger brother is still alive, it should also be the age of the little grandfather.

Therefore, she is very incomprehensible that the little grandfather, who reads every day and is elegant and polite, would say something like "like wind ** people".

However, she still couldn't help but say: "Childe, those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and besides, our progress is in the eyes of all of us." ”

Xia Ji knew that Qingzhu was encouraging himself not to give up on himself because of disappointment, so he smiled and nodded: "Sister Qingzhu, I'm fine." ”

Qingzhuzi stood aside with a big kettle, looking at his clear pupils, obviously clean, he was also relieved, and complained slightly: "The little prince is really, knowing that the son is going to take a scientific examination next year, and taking you outside to fool around, I'm really worried about the dead." Your second sister came back very late yesterday, knowing that you were not at home, she didn't even sleep, so she went out to look for you. ”

Xia Ji listened to these concerned complaints, and his heart was also warm, he said "sorry" lightly, and then closed his eyes, his consciousness was released, and all the movements of the entire Xia Mansion and even the periphery fell into his ears.

On the streets, pedestrians walk around.

And those who hide in the shadows, or passers-by, have no intention of saying something.

"Do you know, this is the Xia Guogong's family, Xia Guogong guarded the northern city for the country for half a day, which can be said to be the pillar of the country, but it is a pity that he gave birth to such a young son. ”

"But no, even if it is a child of an ordinary family, he has to enjoy so many resources, no matter how stupid a person is, he has already broken through the first-grade martial artist, right? It's not an exaggeration to say that it's a second-grade or third-grade, right? ”

"Maybe it's stupid to read, I heard that the little grandfather often reads at home, but I don't know what to read. ”

"Maybe, this is a nerd, right?"

"Haha, Brother Tai is reasonable, but even if such a family character is a waste, he has his brother Xia Mingkong and Na Xia Invincible to support him, he is really lucky. ”

"What about luck? Isn't it a waste that can't even break through to a first-grade martial artist? If you can't get into the first-class perfection, don't even think about scientific research... He hasn't broken through a product for so long, can he break through before the scientific expedition?"

"That's right, he is destined to be a shame for the Duke of Xia Guo, and a waste who laughs at the entire national capital, except for playing with the fourteenth prince, but he has no other friends, haha. ”

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it, such a person whose fate has been fixed, where is it worth discussing with promising people like you and me? Let's go~"

Outside the door, the small sound made by passers-by clearly fell into Xia Ji's ears.

And those who like to chew their tongues in the dark, and those who like to fall into the well, I don't know how much.

I don't know how vicious the words are.

Xia Ji, I'm used to hearing it.

But, he didn't care.

...

After bathing, he changed into a loose moon-white robe and sat in an ancient house.

He looked sideways at the bronze mirror slightly, everyone in the mirror was like beautiful jade, black hair and shawl, and a pair of pupils were particularly clear and clear, which made people feel like a spring breeze when they looked at it.

And the shelves of this house are full of books.

On the desk, there is only one left.

Reading only one at a time is a rule he has set for himself.

Xia Ji didn't fall asleep either, sat directly at the desk, and flipped through the book.

It was a book of exercises, called [Modao Nine Styles], which was written by the second sister in the time she squeezed out after investigating the case, which condensed a lot of her hard work and secret methods, in-depth and simple, and extremely detailed analysis, in order to lay a good foundation and step into the realm of a first-class martial artist.

Of course, it's not that easy to really get into a product.

First of all, it is necessary to cultivate a "technique", whether it is swordsmanship, knife art, spearmanship, and archery.

Secondly, we should cultivate our minds, reject distractions in our hearts, be at peace of mind, and concentrate on unity.

Then, in the corresponding state of mind, boil the muscles and bones, use the method to mobilize the blood and qi, and turn it into essence, which is for the blood strength.

The method of cultivating the mind, the second sister also gave it, it was a practice that she gathered the martial arts of her predecessors and integrated her own understanding - [Listening to Jingxin Zhai].

The second sister is precisely because of her solid basic skills, when fighting against others, she can often hear the slightest flaw in the hustle and bustle, and then cut out with a knife, or defeat the enemy, or kill the enemy, or destroy the opponent's weapon with a knife.

While Xia Ji was thinking about it, there was a soft knock on the door again.

"Childe, are you sleeping?"

"Come in, Sister Qingzhu. ”

The voice fell, and there was a "squeak" sound in front of the door.

The maid in the green shirt held the dinner plate, and on the plate was placed warm but light porridge, as well as some side dishes.

She couldn't help but be stunned when she saw Xia Ji sitting at the desk, and then said, "Childe hasn't slept all night, and he is still reading at the desk?"

Xia Ji stretched out his hand to take the dinner plate and said with a smile: "Just look at it for a while." ”

Qingzhuzi bit his lip and said softly: "The autumn is bitterly cold, don't be cold in your body, not to mention that the slave maid heard that sharpening the knife is not a mistake for chopping wood, and the son does not need to be in a hurry." ”

Xia Ji said while eating warm rice porridge: "Sister Qingzhu, don't call yourself a slave in my Xia family." ”

Qingzhuzi bit her lip, but lowered her head, and suddenly...

She seemed to think of something, and said, "By the way, Childe, today's slave..."

Xia Ji interrupted her and said, "Sister Qingzhu." ”

Qingzhuzi's heart warmed, and he said: "Okay, okay, this morning, I heard the old lady say that the old man and the eldest son ordered someone to send a lot of exercises and other books back, and when the time comes, they will be placed in the Linlang Water Pavilion, and the son can raise his spirit before he can read the book." ”

After that, she quietly watched the little grandfather eat, and at the end, she told a few more words of concern, hoping that the little grandfather could rest well, recover his spirit and read again, and then left.

She gently closed the door, walked a few steps, and couldn't help but look back, and couldn't help but sigh.

How is fate tricking?

The little grandfather is obviously very hard-working, he is familiar with the secrets of many sects in the world, and can see through many martial arts moves.

He has a very strong memory, and he can even be said to be a living martial arts treasure.

It's just, why, why do people who work so hard not be able to break through themselves?

Why?

God is jealous of talents, how unfair!