"Hey!hey!"

Ah Chou was diligently driving the wooden stakes, even though it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather was not very hot, and it was a shady room, but the disciple clothes issued by the purple Xuanmen on his body were already wet like the sheets of the little couple who had just opened the room.

Meng Xiang sat on a small bench next to him with his head propped up, watching him boxing in all kinds of boredom.

Bored.

Ah Chou played the first book given after entering the outer door, and it was also the only book of ancient martial arts and methods to pass the back fist.

He said that he wanted to show me the results of his all-night practice, but what results can be achieved overnight? Pregnancy usually takes several days to test.

A good set of back punches, being beaten like Wang Ba paddling, and he is only one hundred and eighty years old, and he thinks you are dancing in the square if he doesn't know.

"How is it, Brother Meng. Ugly gasped excitedly and leaned up to ask.

This kid's eyes are so pure, and he has a lot of anticipation.

Looking at the ugly eyes, Meng Xiang felt that if this would spray him badly, he would definitely have a bad conscience.

"Well, it's okay. Meng Xiang said nonsense with a clear conscience.

"Really? Haha, I'm finally a cultivator!"

Seeing Ah Chou jumping up and down so excitedly, Meng Xiang couldn't bear to hit him.

Meng Xiang has seen that set of back boxing, in fact, it is not too difficult boxing, it can be achieved after practicing for seven or eight days, like him has practiced sleepless for a day and a night, and if he is an ordinary person, he can have a two-point artistic conception.

But this kid is just like the punch that Kung Fu Bang Jiang played when he said that he was a peerless master, which shows that Ugly's talent is not ordinarily bad.

However, it's actually a good thing that this kid can't fight.

Each plane has it, and each plane version is different, but this plane is more special.

Although the Tongbei Fist of other planes is the most basic martial art, if you want to practice it, it is necessary to have it for as little as one year and as much as three or five years.

It's very unreasonable that it only takes seven or eight days to get a back fist like this.

Not only that, but all the cultivation items in this plane, Meng Xiang seemed to be very fast.

As the saying goes, ten years of Jin Dan and one hundred years of Yuan Baby, cultivation is really a long process, and this plane, if everyone has enough resources, ten months can condense Jin Dan, even if it is a talent like Ugly, Meng Xiang can calculate that at most fifteen months can be out of Jin Dan.

The reason why everyone's cultivation is low is simply because the resources are insufficient.

No, no, no, that's not the point.

The point is... The cultivation of this plane, the exercises, always feel as if something is wrong, this feeling... Just like everything is a ripe duck, it has a very fast growth rate, and the downside... Meng Xiang could also see a lot.

Feel... It's like the whole plane is sick.

I hope it's a delusion.

Meng Xiang didn't think much about it.

"Ugly, why do you want to be a cultivator so much?" Meng Xiang watched him bounce around, wiped the sweat on his face disgustingly, and threw out the doubts he had been having.

When Ah Chou heard this, he stopped jumping, his face turned from happy to worried, and he lowered his head and pouted and hesitated for a moment.

"I... My father was a great cultivator... I heard that I was originally known as a master of the sword god, but I disappeared shortly after I was born, and the big boss said that my father was dead... I don't believe it, so I want to study in the real world to find my father... Even if my father is really dead, I will inherit his name. ”

Are you filming where Daddy went? It's all rancid.

Meng Xiang looked at this kid, and he really couldn't connect his face like he had been in a traffic accident with the title of the son of the sword god.

"yes, then you work hard. "Anyway, it's a good thing for children to have dreams, Meng Xiang thought about it, or didn't dampen his enthusiasm, because what if he succeeded?

You know, the two-color ball still has a 1 in 34.3 billion chance of winning the jackpot, isn't it?

Ah Qiu continued to practice, and Meng Xiang continued to be bored in a daze.

In this way, after watching it for about an hour, Meng Xiang was already asleep unconsciously.

That's when it happened.

Hiss!

Meng Xiang, who was asleep, was woken up by the sound of the fabric tearing, and when he looked up, he saw that the ugly kid had his clothes torn.

Take a closer look, it turns out that the equipment in the training room is in disrepair, and many nails are exposed on this stake.

The clothes were small, but after the sleeves were torn, Ah Ugly's exposed arms made Meng Xiang's heart tremble after a long time.

On the slender arms, there are dense bruises and purple patches, and even on some bruises, the sweat oozing out is bloody pink.

This is...

Meng Xiang couldn't help but feel nervous.

Seeing this, Ah Chou hurriedly picked up his sleeve and covered his arm, as if he didn't want Meng Xiang to see it, but it was a little naïve to want to escape Meng Xiang's sight.

"What's going on?" Meng Xiang got up and walked over to Ah Chou's side, pulling out his hidden, bruised arm.

Ah Chou's face suddenly turned blue with fright, as if he had exposed something big, and he covered his arms and shook his head: "No... It's nothing, Brother Meng, it's really nothing, you... You don't care. ”

"Show me. Meng Xiang was in no mood to joke and reached out to grab his clothes.

Ah Chou struggled desperately to escape, but where could he escape Meng Xiang's skills?

Crash!

Without doing anything, the entire sweat-soaked clothes were torn apart, and when this thin figure was revealed in front of him, Meng Xiang was stunned.

Fifty... No, it could be a hundred, the small body was like being pulled out of more than a hundred fire cups of different sizes, the whole body was densely bruised, and even the muscles in some places had died.

On that small body, there was hardly a single piece of skin that belonged to his original skin color.

And these green pieces are obviously beaten out recently.

No wonder he fought so badly and suffered so many injuries on his body, how could he practice well? Although they were all flesh wounds, it was difficult to guarantee that there would be no sequelae with such a large number.

"What's going on?" Meng Xiang didn't feel emotional, just asked him very flatly.

Ah Chou swept his cheerful and innocent cheeks, his face was full of grievances and fear, his eyes were filled with tears, and he pursed his mouth and didn't dare to speak.

If he doesn't say it, it doesn't mean that Meng Xiang can't see it.

These are all new injuries, obviously only in the last day, this kid still has two broken ribs, but he has been patient.

"You were bullied?" Meng Xiang saw that the kid didn't dare to say, so he changed his words.

Ugly licked his dry lips and nodded with minimal movements.

"Is it the same family bully?" Meng Xiang asked again.

Ah Chou is still like that, if you don't look carefully, you can't see that he is nodding, and a tear and sweat fall together.

And so it was.

It's normal for new students to be bullied by old students.

Meng Xiang is lucky, no one has come to trouble so far, but Ah Ugly is so thin, those old students who like to show off their martial arts like him like to bully the most.

He held back his tears aggrievedly, and did not make a sound of crying from beginning to end.

Meng Xiang squatted down and touched his head, his tone was not so much mild, but lukewarm: "Why didn't you tell me when you were bullied? If you want to help, I can avenge you." ”

"Don't, Brother Meng. ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as Meng Xiang's words came out, Ah Chou grabbed his hand excitedly, and shook his head desperately: "Brother Meng, they are many and powerful, and their cultivation is also high, no matter how powerful you are, you can't beat so many people, and..."

He paused for a moment, raised his head, showed a bitter and sincere smile to Meng Xiang, and said the second half of the sentence: "Before I was taken away by the butcher's village, my mother taught me that you should not do to others what you would not want to be done, as long as it is not a matter of principle, it is appropriate for young people to suffer a small loss, and it is the act of a villain to repay it." ”

This kid.

Meng Xiang looked at Ah Ugly's eyes, there was no trace of hypocrisy in his clear, water-like eyes, these words were his heartfelt thoughts.

"Yes. Meng Xiang looked at him for a long time before nodding silently.

Since Ugly himself said that he didn't want to seek revenge, he should naturally respect Ugly's thoughts.

But this hurts...

"You wait here, don't practice, I'll go to the pharmacy and get you some medicinal herbs." ”

"Medicinal materials, Brother Meng, do you still know medicinal materials?" these words made Ah Chou's eyes light up, and his worship of Meng Xiang was three points more.

"Anyway, you're waiting here. Patting him on the shoulder, Meng Xiang smiled slightly and turned to leave.

Although I don't know who bullied him, it was a little too heavy.

Boy, if you didn't know me, you'd probably have to give an account of this for the rest of your life.

If you don't want to seek revenge, then I won't seek revenge, but your wound must be healed.

Soon touched the way to the pharmacy, Meng Xiang carefully selected the necessary medicinal materials for Ah Chou's gold sore medicine, but he didn't know that at this moment, in the practice room, there was an accident on Ah Chou's side.

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