The old man looked embarrassed, after all, it was someone else's son, and it was a very unqualified thing to criticize other people's sons in front of his son, his wrinkled face was flushed with the little daughter-in-law, until the white Qiu boy walked ten steps, this breath was really unbearable, and he roared: "What if it's his son, the second dog next door died in battle, the third cat next door also died in battle, and the little shunzi in the east of the village also died, is all this not responsible for him, since you are his son, you should feel even more ashamed." ”

War kills.

This is war.

The young man's footsteps are not fast, he heard the old man's roar and did not look back to argue, the best argument is to win the war, the victory will be stimulated by the war will be regarded as glory by the people, defeat or stagnation is equivalent to shame, the people's hearts can not be moved back by reason.

Qingjiao Academy Palace is located in the east of Fengtian City.

This place is different from the downtown area, and there are relatively few people, because the most important big competition near the age of eighteen, the students are all concentrating on cultivation, and there are fewer people on the street, and most of them are discussing doubts about martial arts when they can get together.

After the students saw the white-furred boy coming over, their expressions were a little strange.

Some people subconsciously raised their hands to say hello, as if they thought of something, quickly lowered their heads and pretended not to see it, and even whispered in a low voice.

The two sides of the main road in front of the school palace are planted with plane trees, and at this moment, the weather is June, and the new leaves on the trees have almost changed, and the sunlight shines through the dense leaves, sprinkling on the ground like a little broken gold.

The boy ignored the strange crowd and continued to walk towards the school palace.

A head poked out from behind the thick plane tree, and when he saw the young man concentrating on walking, the corners of his mouth rose and smiled coldly, his body was lowered, his feet bent and bounced away, and his palms opened like tiger's claws, and he jumped down from the tree and pounced on the young man's head.

The boy raised his hand and grabbed the little guy's collar with extreme precision, his arm straightened and screwed him in mid-air.

"Wow, I'm a big tiger, the tiger is going to eat people, eat people," the little guy was carried by the boy in his hand and did not forget to make a fuss, twisting his body to make this vicious expression.

The young man held her eyes and said, "Big tiger?"

The naughty child was stunned for a moment, and immediately changed his face and said, "I'm a little sick cat...."

The young man put her down, shook off the fallen leaves of the sycamore on the white fur, and walked towards the school palace.

"Brother Jing Ming, you wait for me," the child immediately chased after him, and ran over half of his body, leaned sideways and poked his head over to look at the young man's face, the young man had a slight smile in his eyes, his fair face was particularly handsome, and the little guy said nymphomaniac: "Laugh, so handsome, if you tell Sister Zhu that you can change the string of sugar gourds again." ”

In exchange for a chestnut that Jing Ming gave her.

This little girl's name is Yu Qingqing, often funny in the academy, very popular with disciples, because of the naughty and cute was nicknamed Xiao Yu'er, whenever I heard this nickname, this little girl had to put her hands on her waist, and said angrily: "How can you call it a little fish, isn't the fish thirsty to death when it comes ashore, there is a green one in my name, the tree is green, the bamboo is green, call me a little tree, a little bamboo is good." ”

These two nicknames are not afraid to compare with 'little fish', who can figure out the child's temperament.

Xiao Yu'er rubbed his head and ran to the front of Jing Ming, and the two hands gestured with the autumn leaf swordsmanship he had just learned, and said: "Brother Jing Ming, Xiao Shuzi came to you today for nothing else, he just learned the magic of the world, and he specially came to find a master to break his wrists, and fortunately he is famous in the rivers and lakes." ”

Jing Ming grew up with swordsmanship in the school palace, and once overpowered two fellow brothers with a sword, and the school palace has a ranking list, since his swordsmanship has emerged, he has been firmly at the top of the list, and he is the first person to graduate from Fengtian this year.

This is also the reason why the little fish squatted in the tree all morning.

Autumn leaves swordsmanship is a two-handed sword, the moves are meticulous and complex, it is a strong martial arts, even high-level students may not be able to fully grasp it, Xiao Yu'er's immature face is solemn, both hands rise out of two fingers to make a sword, from the beginning of the hand has been cast, between the two fingers of the sword intent is high, the change between the law is orderly, Jing Ming's feet did not stop, the two eyes have been paying attention to the changes of Xiao Yu'er's sword moves, a sycamore leaf on the tree floated down, Jing Ming rose out of two fingers, the sycamore leaf fluttered between the two hands of the little fish, bumped into her, and stuck to the clothes。

The solemn little girl immediately stopped playing, her face a little annoyed.

In the morning, when he used the autumn leaf sword in front of his grandfather, he was not less praised, which was also the main reason why Xiao Yuer dared to scream in front of the young man.

"Hmph," the little girl stomped her feet angrily and scolded: "I know that grandpa lied to people, and said that I have no ancients before and no one after me, but I was casually slapped in the face by Brother Jing Ming, see if I go back and don't pull out your beard." ”

The plaque hanging in front of the gate of the Qingjiao Academy Palace reads: 'The wind and water rise. ’

Every Qingjiao School Palace will hang these four words, implying that the martial arts of the juvenile entrance palace will be able to flourish in the future, and it is rumored that these four words are written by the Taixuan Mountain Palm Sect, which contains a very clever martial arts, and there are really people who have sat under this plaque for three months, and they have not been able to realize a trick and a formula.

Xiao Yu'er said that she was going to pull her grandfather's beard, but she hurried home without hurrying, and chased after her again, just like the last time, she was still looking at Jing Ming with a strange sideways.

Jing Ming was amused by this girl, tapped her forehead with his finger, and said, "What are you doing?"

This time, the lively little fish was indeed a little sad in her eyes, and her little face was pale, and she said, "Brother Jing Ming, are those true?"

Jing Ming's eyes flashed a little dark, but he covered it up very well, and he didn't let Xiao Yu'er notice it, and he was about to ask the fingers on her forehead to open and hold her little head to turn her around, and said, "What is really fake, go home." ”

At this time, two people walked down the steps in front of the gate of the school palace, he happened to hear Xiao Yu'er's question, laughed, and said: "Xiao Zhuzi, since your brother Jing Ming didn't tell you, then Brother Hanchuan came to tell you, all this is true, Jing Ming, the first person in the Fengtian School Palace, changed from the first to the other first, but it was an upside-down ......."

When he said this, Song Hanchuan also stretched out his thumb and slowly turned upside down.

Xiao Yu'er's face was angry, and she didn't like this guy who never called her Xiao Yu'er's nickname, and yelled out the words she inadvertently learned from her father: "Fart." ”

Song Hanchuan looked stunned, Xiao Yu'er was in the scholarly family, and his father was the first assistant of the court, Confucianism and Taoism, and it was reasonable to say that there should not be such a sound, but he was quickly relieved and looked at Jing Ming, since he was by the side of this puppet son, it was normal to learn a sentence or two of vulgar words.

"Little Shuzi, didn't my uncle tell you to be cautious in making friends?" Song Hanchuan said with a smile.

Xiao Yu'er lowered her head, obviously afraid of the learned father, but her mouth was closed one by one, and it was clearly the word 'fart'.

Today is the last day of registration, Song Hanchuan calculated that Jing Ming's arrogance would definitely come, and he waited here early, just to humiliate this guy who had suppressed him for more than 11 years, seeing many students surrounding him, his expression became more and more proud, and said: "Little bamboo, it seems that you don't believe it?"

He paused, raised his eyes and pretended to be mysterious, and said: "Okay, let me tell this most mysterious and bizarre secret in Quanfengtian, we all know that there is such a well in our Great General's Mansion, and the son of the General will practice martial arts by the well every day, but I don't know how to drop, three days ago, this son who was quite diligent in cultivation suddenly twitched, this convulsion doesn't matter, and as a result, the good Puyu Ninth Phase was drawn into a small stone realm full of potholes, and it is also strange How can a good cultivation twitch?" I remember that there was no thunder that day," he clapped his hands as if he was awake, pointed his fingers, and said: "I know, there was thunder the night before yesterday, it must be that God will open his eyes and punish the general who caused ten thousand households to be white, and hide the thunder in the well first, our poor senior brother Jing Ming, no, as soon as the practice starts, he will pull his hips directly..."

Martial artists are under the age of twenty, and the first realm foundation building period is also called the Puyu period, which is divided into nine periods, the higher the physique, the purer the physique, and the more comfortable it will be to practice martial arts in the future.

Jing Ming is eighteen years old this year, and the ninth phase of Puyu was originally the beautiful jade of the beautiful jade, but it suddenly collapsed, which can be said to have broken the road of martial arts.

The speech-style ridicule elicited laughter.

Jing Ming's face was indifferent, as if he was indifferent to everything.

This made Song Hanchuan, who originally wanted to see him decadent and helpless, look a little embarrassed, snorted coldly, and scolded: "At this time, I still want to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, and I will tell you that the purpose of today's meeting is to replace your useless father, and I can't take a small prison sheep pass for three years, this ability really doesn't dare to compliment, hum..... , without the general's pole backing, I see how long you can pretend. ”

He had never been so happy, and his grievances for more than ten years poured out, and he continued: "Jing Ming, aren't you the first in the swordsmanship palace, I was the first to disagree, and I practiced two hands casually in the morning, and came to senior Jing Ming..... Ask for a lesson or two. ”

The word senior is very strong, and the meaning of ridicule is full.

Just when the students thought that Jing Ming was going to be beaten, a woman was squeezed out of the crowd of onlookers, saying that it was squeezed out, it was better to be kicked out by her, and there were already five or six students lying on the road.

The woman wore a long brocade robe, and the red plums bloomed on the white background, although the eighteen-year-old figure has not fully grown, but the convex one has been convex, and the one that should be warped has also been warped, and the face is even more delicate and very, a natural stunner, Jing Ming was bullied in public Xiao Yuer was already wronged, as if he had bumped into a savior, he pounced and asked for help: "Sister Qingyu, you are here." ”

Song Hanchuan had a strange face.

Since the appearance of this girl, the crowd of onlookers has been very interested in distancing.

Bamboo light rain, the name is gentle, but the temperament is outrageous, there was a young man who admired her dressed up and wrote a special invitation to Confucianism to write a love letter asking for a relationship, I never thought that I hadn't finished reading it, I was blocked by this girl with the word irritability, and she was beaten violently, and she lay on the kang for three months, and she couldn't even speak completely after getting off the kang, she ranked seventh in the school palace, and she was a girl with a lot of martial arts talent.

Zhu Qingyu glared at Song Hanchuan and said, "I heard that you just learned a set of swordsmanship?"

Song Hanchuan is not low in the ranking, but he has not yet entered the top ten, ranked twelfth, and the difference between the twelfth and the seventh is five numbers, but it is very reasonable, he subconsciously wanted to shrink, but quickly stopped, after all, face dictates, not to mention that this is the school palace, there are so many teachings and practices, and I am confident that this girl will not dare to make a mistake, and said: "Yes, I just want to challenge Jing Ming... Senior. ”

Originally, he was talking about a junior, but he was stared at by Zhu Qingyu and could only be changed to a senior.

Zhu Qingyu rubbed his knuckles and made a gurgling sound, and said, "If you want to challenge my man, pass my level first." ”

"Zhu Qingyu, you're enough," Jing Ming really couldn't stand the boldness of this girl.

The originally domineering bamboo light rain immediately seemed to be a different person, docile like a kitten, not only retreated, but also stomped his feet with his mouth pursed, and said, "What are you doing..... What's the matter, you lump of wood, I don't know that my surname is bamboo, and those who scream light rain or light rain will die, really. ”

Jing Ming couldn't stand Zhu Qingyu's big nerves, and quickly entered the school palace, at this time, the dean, Mr. Changjing, had already noticed the movement at the door, and this fight was destined to not last.

Song Hanchuan was unwilling, and yelled at Jing Ming's back: "Jing Ming, you can't avoid this battle, I will challenge you at the Qingjiao Festival and trample you under your feet openly." ”

Jing Ming didn't look back, and his smiling face was a little stiff at the moment.