Half a year later, the martial arts training ground.

All the members had gone, leaving only a lone figure doing simple and repetitive movements, punctuated by rustling sounds.

This person is Xiang Yang, she tidied up the last place, wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeves, and stretched her waist.

Looking at the smooth and clean martial arts training ground, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Then put the cleaning tools back in the utility room in the corner of the martial arts training ground, dusted off the dust on his body, and walked towards the cafeteria.

Her steps were a little more brisk than usual, and of course, she had a reason to be happy.

From when I first arrived, it was almost midnight and I was as tired as a dead dog, to now, I can easily tidy up before dinner, which is a big improvement.

Before he reached the door, he heard an unpleasant shouting, "Dead old man, get out of here!"

"Don't go too far, the dean said, raise me until I am old. An old voice said in a low voice, and there was no pain in his tone, just stating the facts.

"Then go to the dean, get out, or I'll break your old leg and make you completely lame." ”

"All I need is two steamed buns. The man retreated, but there was no weakness in his words.

"Any steamed buns, rancid water is a waste. ”

Xiang Yang knew who the person who was scolding was, he was the nephew of Deacon Liu in the courtyard - Zhang Lin. Zhang Lin was arranged to manage the canteen because he did not have the qualifications to practice martial arts, and he was the most bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.

Like a dog in front of those geniuses, she is extremely arrogant to others, and she has also suffered several losses from him.

Xiang Yang approached and just saw an old man being kicked out of the door, accompanied by the laughter of others.

"What are you looking at? Don't go to dinner yet. Zhang Lin shouted, and the onlookers dispersed in a hurry.

Xiang Yang walked towards the canteen without squinting, but stopped before he was about to step into the canteen door, sighed lightly, and turned to walk towards the old man.

Squatted down, put the old man's arm on his shoulder, and helped him to walk forward. When you find that the elderly have inconvenience in your legs and feet, slow down your pace to match the speed of the elderly.

"Where-to-go?" asked Xiang Yang at the fork in the road, coughing lightly, as if she was not used to talking.

In the past six months, Xiang Yang has rarely talked to people, and when he first speaks, his speech speed is very slow, accompanied by a hint of hoarseness.

The old man didn't answer her, but leaned in one direction, and Xiang Yang helped the old man to walk that way.

Along the way, the two did not talk again, only the sound of soft footsteps and the overlapping shadows that were constantly stretched, and they followed them all the way.

The destination is a dilapidated courtyard, in the most remote part of the martial arts. After Xiang Yang helped the old man into the house, he turned around and left, without glancing at the courtyard.

After Xiang Yang left, the old man sat there motionless, just looking at a sword on the wall, his eyes full of memories and nostalgia.

When the footsteps sounded again in the courtyard, the old man turned a deaf ear until the footsteps gradually appeared, and two flattened steamed buns appeared in front of him, and the old man looked at the comer.

It was the child just now, the old man slowly stretched out his hand to take it, but he didn't eat it immediately.

Xiang Yang looked around the house, walked to the stove, added water to the pot, and began to boil water.

When Xiang Yang boiled water and served it in a bowl to the old man, the old man raised the steamed bun in his hand and ate it slowly. Xiang Yang did not stop after doing this, and turned to leave.

When I got back, I just washed it and went to sleep.

The next day, Xiang Yang did not go to the martial arts training ground as usual, but walked towards a remote courtyard. The old man had already gotten up and sat on a wicker chair outside with his eyes closed.

After Xiang Yang entered the house and boiled the water, he began to clean the house. When the old man heard the voice, his eyes opened a little slit and then closed them again, as if the opening of his eyes just now was just an illusion, but it could be seen that the old man's face had softened a little.

In the middle, Xiang Yang left for a while, and after bringing back two steamed buns, he went to the martial arts training ground and started a busy day.

Actually, she can bring out more food, the martial arts academy does not have a hard and fast rule that she must eat in the canteen, and there is no prescribed amount, the problem is - she can't bring it out, the reason is that Zhang Lin.

In order to save time, she wanted to bring food, so she could solve lunch directly in the martial arts training ground, which could save time and finish it early.

But that Zhang Lin took pleasure in bullying these miscellaneous servants, but it was not as good as she wanted. After many fruitless attempts, Xiang Yang had no choice but to give up.

Even these two steamed buns were brought out by her flattening and hiding in her sleeves when others were not paying attention.

Just now, as soon as Xiang Yang stepped into the door of the dining hall, a nasty voice sounded in his ears, "Hey, the genius of our martial arts academy is here." ”

It was that Zhang Lin, followed by a large number of laughs and whispers.

"Genius, why didn't you come this morning?"

"Wouldn't it be better not to come, seeing her dirty scum action, I'm not in the mood to practice. ”

Xiang Yang ignored it and went straight forward to get the food.

One of the thin men pinched his nose and said sharply: "It's my wishful thinking, martial arts training is not something that ordinary people like me can dream of, I will do my job well in the future-"

The man's words fell, and there was another burst of laughter.

In the past six months, such scenes have often appeared, and Xiang Yang is accustomed to it. She took her meal, went to the table and chair in the corner, and ate it seriously.

She had been angry and sad before, and she had also resisted, but in exchange for their intensification. Later, I slowly figured out that as long as I didn't care and completely ignored them, they would stop, and no one had a hobby of grandstanding.

"Is this turning grief and anger into food?" Xiang Yang didn't react, "Cut, boring." The thin man probably found it boring, and after finishing speaking, he stopped paying attention to Xiang Yang and turned to talking and laughing with the people at the same table.

Xiang Yang finished eating quietly and successfully walked two steamed buns.

Here, she has no friends. Because she is the poorest and the most wasteful, she always believes that friends are based on reciprocal status.

Even if she doesn't dislike her, she doesn't have the time to make friends, and she can't just run to those geniuses and say: "You are so pitiful, make friends with me, I will cover you in the future." "I believe that as long as you are not brain-dead, you will not do such a heartless thing.

In this way, the ordinary and dull day passed again.

In the morning, there was just a glimmer of light in the east, and Xiang Yang was already in the martial arts training ground.

Hold a stick in your hand and practice the moves you've learned before. Ever since she had some extra time, she would come to the martial arts training ground every morning to watch and study.

Although the Martial Academy will not specifically teach miscellaneous servants, it does not prevent them from watching and learning, and learning as much as they want, at least they can strengthen their bodies.

At first glance, Xiang Yang practiced martial arts, I felt that it was smooth, every move was in place, and if you looked closely, you would find clues, there would be occasional pauses, not very coherent, although it was quickly corrected, it always felt a bit far-fetched.

In fact, the reason is very simple, the head of the sect decides the practice and process of martial arts according to each person's situation. And Xiang Yang is a miscellaneous servant, who will seriously teach a miscellaneous servant!

The sun slowly rose, and more and more members entered the martial arts training ground. They didn't laugh at Xiang Yang like they did yesterday, everyone practiced very seriously.

It's not because of how hard they really work, but because of the head of the martial arts academy. I don't know what his name is, I only know that his surname is Wu, and everyone calls him Wu Tou, which is the most severe.

When Wu Tou came, it meant the beginning of a day of penance. From time to time, he instructed and corrected his disciples' movements, and whenever this happened, Xiang Yang would stop and study seriously.

After the morning exercise, Xiang Yang brought two steamed buns to the old man as usual.

Through the understanding of the past few days, I know that everyone calls the old man Song Lao, and I don't know when he has been in the martial arts courtyard.

I heard that it was because of an outing, and when I came back from an injury, I hurt my leg, and I can no longer contribute to the martial arts. The dean remembered that he had dedicated his life to the Martial Academy, and he had no family, so he let him spend the rest of his life in the Martial Academy, and the Martial Academy was responsible for his food and clothing.

Unfortunately, the dean was too busy, and most of the people below were in disobedience, so there was a scene where the old man went to get food by himself that day.

Song Lao heard the sound of slow footsteps, his brows furrowed slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xiang Yang approaching in an awkward posture, Song Lao took the steamed bun handed to him, looked at Xiang Yang's slightly trembling hand, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

Xiang Yang didn't notice the old man's expression, and even if he knew, he didn't care. After the morning exercise, I was a little tired, worried that today's work would not be completed, so Xiang Yang did not stop and walked out directly.

"Are you practicing martial arts?" Song Lao didn't ignore her as usual, and his tone was a little dignified.

Xiang Yang didn't answer, Song Lao saw Xiang Yang stop, knowing that he had guessed correctly, "You can't practice anymore, so far, not only has you practiced without any results, but also hurt the foundation, and the gains outweigh the losses." ”

After listening to Song Lao's words, Xiang Yang did not make any response, and raised his feet and walked out.

Another morning, when Xiang Yang came to Song Lao again and handed him the steamed buns with trembling hands, Song Lao knew that this kid didn't listen to him and continued to practice martial arts.

"Why don't you go home? Parents who really love their children won't allow their daughters to come here. Song Lao was just curious, thinking that she had some unspeakable hardships.

Xiang Yang was not surprised that Song Lao would see through her identity, and it was strange that she had never seen anything at Song Lao's age, and she couldn't see it.

Xiang Yang replied slowly and seriously: "I don't have any money, and I don't want to go home." ”

I can't understand it if I don't have money, and I can't understand 'I don't want to go home'. Song Lao was even more curious, "Why don't you want to?"

Xiang Yang didn't continue the previous topic, she stiffened her body and cleaned up briefly for the old man, and when she turned to leave, she said firmly, word by word: "I want to cultivate." ”

Song Lao was very shocked, and looked at the direction of Xiang Yang's departure in a daze.

Xiang Yang is talking about cultivation rather than martial arts, others may not know, but Song Lao knows the difference between cultivation and martial arts, if he didn't find out the child's temperament, he would think that this child was deliberately approaching him.

After Xiang Yang finished speaking, he left, not finding Song Lao's abnormality.

In this way, after a few more days, Song Lao stopped Xiang Yang, who was leaving, "If you really want to cultivate, I will teach you." I said in advance that I hadn't cultivated. When you really start cultivating, I don't know what to expect, so come back to me after thinking about it. ”

After finishing speaking, Song Lao no longer spoke, but stared firmly at the sword on the wall, his eyes full of longing.

After Xiang Yang finished cleaning the martial arts training ground, he sat on the martial arts platform facing southeast. Whenever she got tired and wanted to rest, she would sit here and look into the distance, because that was the direction of home.

She misses home, her parents, and her brother. In fact, you don't have to think about it, even if you are homesick, you can't resist the desire to see him.

Xiang Yang walked all the way to the remote courtyard, step by step, stepping on his feet hard, as if telling himself that his decision was not wrong. Gradually, the pace became faster and faster, and finally ran to the small courtyard.

When Xiang Yang panted and stood in front of Song Lao, Song Lao was not surprised at all, as if he knew that she would make such a decision.

"In the future, I don't have to practice martial arts, forget the moves I have learned, and recuperate my body to the best condition. Old Song pointed to a letter on the table.

"Every day, I take the morning to go to the Nanque Street Treasure Medicine Workshop to learn medical science, which will be used in the future, otherwise the cultivation process will be very painful. ”

"When you get there, find someone named Wang Cai, and he will tell you how to do it. ”

Xiang Yang didn't mean to take it, Song Lao knew her thoughts, but he didn't agree, "Cultivation is not in a hurry, you'd better believe my words, otherwise you will be the one who suffers." ”

When he saw that Xiang Yang listened to his advice and finally reached out to get the envelope, Song Lao closed his eyes and said slowly: "Alas, today's dinner hasn't settled yet! ”

Xiang Yang knew that Song Lao would not teach himself now, and it was not interesting to continue to stay here. So she walked briskly to the dining hall, she didn't want to be tired all night and go hungry.

As for the old man's hope to improve the food, Xiang Yang directly ignored it. She really has no money, and her monthly money is deducted by Zhang Lin every month.

She also wants to improve her food, at least change her clothes, and the current clothes are still brought out when she left home, and she will definitely not be able to wear them after a while, because she has grown taller.