Luzhou City, Tianhong Academy.

"Hey, newcomer, go sweep the fallen leaves at the door!"

Seeing a tattered broom thrown at his feet at random, Xiao Cezi did not resist. He bent down indifferently, picked up his broom, and then turned and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Along the way, he passed by many people of all stripes.

There are young talents who are shaking paper fans and chanting poems loudly, as well as scholars from big families who keep patting their ass, and even more, Pinghan scholars who are talking about current affairs in groups of three or five.

They are either proud, sycophant, or indignant.

But no one went to look at Xiao Cezi.

This figure holding a broom with an indifferent expression is like a lonely ghost, completely isolated from the world. It was only when the meal was served that everyone noticed that there was an extra pair of chopsticks on the table, and in the middle of the night, there was a lone lamp lit in the narrow hut.

Xiao Cezi walked neatly to the gate of the courtyard, without the slightest pause or any words. He bent down and began to sweep the floor meticulously.

His right hand in his sleeve was still splint. He can only use his left hand, moving the broom little by little.

It was only four days before he was rescued, and he could only walk on the ground. But the subordinates of Tianhong Academy, the scholars, and even the teachers all shouted at him and never were polite. Those people were all repulsing this taciturn young man from the bottom of their hearts.

Because he's an outsider.

As the best academy in Luzhou City, Tianhong Academy has always been a dream place for scholars in Luzhou. They sharpened their heads, squeezed their heads, and tried desperately to get inside. Among these people, the best one can become a student of Tianhong Academy, the better one becomes a teacher of Tianhong Academy, the slightly worse one is also a scholar, and the most poor one can only be a subordinate who runs errands and sweeps the floor.

However, it took a lot of effort for us to get in, you are just a stranger who was rescued by the mountain chief when he went out, how can you enter Tianhong Academy?!

They tried all kinds of ways to make it difficult for this "newcomer". They thought that Xiao Cezi would be like an ordinary young man, who couldn't stand the grievances and finally left by himself.

But in the end, they found out that the young man was a piece of cotton. No matter how humiliated you are, how provocative you are, his indifferent look has never fluctuated.

"Sand, sand, sand......" Xiao Cezi swept the fallen leaves into the corner one by one, and then turned to get the dustpan.

"Wow!" he heard the sound of the pile of fallen leaves being kicked apart behind him, and he knew that the group of people had come to make things difficult for him again.

"Oops, sorry sorry, I really didn't mean to, haha. ”

Looking at the dead leaves that were kicked everywhere, Dongmei retracted her right foot with satisfaction. He pretended to apologize as he walked towards Xiao Cezi.

Xiao Cezi froze in place, the fingers of his left hand holding the handle of the dustpan faintly white. After a while, he put down the dustpan, bent down to pick up the broom, turned around and began to sweep again.

From beginning to end, he didn't look at Dongmei.

This is the most direct disregard.

Dongmei is also used to his silence. He walked to Xiao Cezi's side with a grin, and then bent down and said softly, "Coward." After speaking, he playfully glanced at Xiao Cezi's right hand that hung weakly to the side, and walked towards the academy with his head held high.

Xiao Cezi didn't seem to hear anything, and still swept the ground meticulously.

After a long time, the fallen leaves were swept together again. Xiao Cezi turned around and walked to the dustpan and gently lowered the broom to the ground.

"Bang!" the top half of the broomstick handle suddenly fell from his hand, and rolled far away on the ground.

The red palm of Xiao Cezi's left hand was full of sawdust residues from the broom handle.

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The stars are slanting and the moon is falling, and the night is quiet.

The hut located in the backyard next to the firewood house is used to store some miscellaneous items on weekdays due to the heavy moisture.

Those scholars and subordinates were unwilling to take in Xiao Cezi. Xiao Cezi didn't complain, he went to the account room to get two thin quilts, and moved into this room alone.

A house and a person are not accepted by the world. The other people in Tianhong Academy felt that Xiao Cezi and this house were a perfect match.

Every night, the lights in this hut will be on until the third watch, and each time the lone lamp will go out when the husband who patrols the street outside the yard knocks on the pail three times. It's like a lonely ghost who can't blink his eyes and finally closes his eyes.

Tonight, the lone lamp in the hut was still on. It was only when the watchman came out and finished patrolling the street for the fourth time that the lights went out. It was as if the master of the house was reading hard tonight and forgot the hour.

Time goes back to the time of the third watch.

"Squeak" The door of the side room was suddenly opened, Dongmei covered her stomach, galloped all the way, and finally ran into the pit and squatted.

After the incident, his legs were a little numb. Fastening his belt, he staggered to his feet and leaned against the wall to walk out. He didn't see it, and in the compartment next to him, suddenly a stick stretched out.

"Bang!" The stick slammed the back of Dongmei's head, and Dongmei didn't say a word and fell to the ground.

The small door of the cubicle opened, and Xiao Cezi walked out of it. He looked indifferently at the winter plum on the ground, just like looking at the fallen leaves on the ground at the courtyard gate at noon.

He squatted down and dragged Dongmei's collar little by little to move to the pit.

"Plop!" Dongmei was kicked down by him.

He finished calmly, and walked with the stick to his hut. It's as normal as if I just took out the garbage once.

He walked silently in the shadows of the walls, like a cat wandering in the night. Walking to the door of the hut, he looked around, then gently pushed the door in.

His body froze suddenly.

At his desk sat an old figure. He heard the door open, and slowly turned his head.

He is Gongsun Xuan, the mountain chief of Tianhong Academy!

"Are you back?" Gongsun Xuan smiled calmly, without a trace of human fireworks.

Xiao Cezi's face was still indifferent, but the panic in his eyes had already exposed the violent fluctuations in his heart at the moment. His left hand still gripped the stick tightly, like a drowning man grasping at the only straw.

"Although Dongmei has a small heart, she is not guilty of death. The anger in your heart is too heavy. ”

Gongsun Xuan's tone was very calm, but in Xiao Cezi's ears, there were thunderstorms. His face was pale, his legs were limp, and his hand holding the stick had begun to tremble, as if the stick had suddenly become heavier.

"You, you know it all......" Xiao Cezi asked hoarsely. He hadn't spoken for many days, and his voice was a little jerky and dry.

"Do you know why Yun Tianchang didn't teach you the Dao Fa Divine Power?" the old man avoided answering Xiao Cezi's words. It's like acquiescence, and it's like it doesn't matter. He looked at Xiao Cezi gently, and his eyes gradually revealed a little pity.

"I don't know......" Xiao Cezi lowered his head. Yun Tianchang is the person he admires the most, but he has failed Yun Tianchang's entrustment - it can even be said to be a will. Every time he thought of this, his heart was like a knife, and he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

"That's because you don't have the will to kill. The old man twisted the bamboo stick, reached out and plucked the wick, and said casually. "It's like a knife, given to a butcher and cook, and it can only be whirled between tables and stools, but what if it is given to robbers and bandits?"

Speaking of this, the old man stopped, and looked at Xiao Cezi with blazing eyes: "They can kill people and sell goods, and do all kinds of evil!"

"Smack!" the lights burst slightly. A stream of green smoke rose, and the old man's kind face was hidden in the smoke, hazy and swaying with the smoke, which seemed extremely unreal.

It's also faintly a little hideous.

"Now you are qualified to learn the Dao Fa Divine Power. The old man casually threw away the bamboo sticks stained with lamp oil and walked straight to the door. "If you think it through, go find me in the front yard tomorrow night. ”

The old man had been gone for a long time, but Xiao Cezi was still standing in front of the door. The old man's words were like a sharp sword, stabbing into his heart that had been sealed for many days. Although he knew that the old man was not really helping him, the temptation to learn magic powers was so difficult to resist.

He was already on the verge of life and death twice.

He desperately wants to get stronger.

"It's dry, watch out for the candles!" shouted the groomer from the other end of the dean's wall, and then knocked on the hammer four more times.

It's the fourth watch.

Xiao Cezi came back to his senses. He walked to the table, blew out the light, and lay down on the bed with his eyes open.

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Before dawn, Xiao Cezi was woken up by a rush of footsteps. He got out of bed and lit the oil lamp, and before he could reach the door, the old wooden door of the hut was kicked open.

Zhu Qing led a group of scholars to rush in, glaring at Xiao Cezi with unkind eyes.

Xiao Cezi looked at them indifferently, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

It wasn't long before a figure wrapped in a quilt was carried in. His head was wrapped in gauze, his face was blue, and his body was still shaking. But when he looked at Xiao Cezi's gaze, he was as vicious as a jackal!

He is Dongmei.

"Search for me!" Zhu Qing waved at the people standing. Suddenly, seven or eight half-year-old scholars turned over to the corner of the room. In a short time, the stick was turned over, and the thicker end was still stained with dried blood.

"Bang dang!" the stick was thrown in front of Xiao Cezi by Zhu Qing. Xiao Cezi looked down at it expressionlessly, silent.

"Hmph, what else do you have to say?" Zhu Qing's face showed a little anger, but there was a satisfied smile in his eyes. This "newly-come" young man, who was not popular with everyone, finally fell to the handle - not to mention driving him out of Tianhong Academy, even if he was escorted to the government, he could also be sentenced to murder with intent to kill someone.

"What do I need to say?" Xiao Cezi suddenly spoke. He bent down to pick up the stick, looked up at the group of teenagers his size, and smiled for the first time.

This smile.

Calm as autumn waves.

But it's as hideous as a ghost!

"Bang!" Xiao Cezi swung the stick fiercely, and then smashed it on Dongmei's head!

There was no sound around.

Wisps of blood continued to flow down from the top of Dongmei's head, slowly staining the quilt on his body. Dongmei opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't make a sound. His eyes were closed, his head tilted, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"Kill, kill!" someone suddenly shouted.

Seeing that the scholars were about to flee, Zhu Qing forced himself to shout calmly: "Don't panic, he's alone!

The scholars came back to their senses, and their eyes showed a fierce gaze again. They stared at Xiao Cezi deadly, and then slowly surrounded him inside.

"How many people?" Looking at everyone, Xiao Cezi seemed to be smiling, and the short stick in his hand suddenly pumped towards Zhuqing!

"What about a lot of people?!" he shouted, hysterical, crazy like a wild wolf that had been hungry for a long time!

"Bang!" the stick slammed into Zhuqing's forehead.

Zhu Qing pointed at Xiao Cezi in shock, and then fell to the ground after a few swayings, and he was directly knocked unconscious by a stick!

Seeing that the backbone of the Lord's heart had fallen, all the scholars finally collapsed -- the most of their daily lives was just to make noise over trivial matters, after all, the so-called "gentleman does not move his hands" was placed there, where had they ever encountered such a terrible scene of sticks and blood? After a while of ghosts crying and wolf howling, crying father and calling mother, this group of scholars fled cleanly, and only Xiao Cezi was left standing in the room.

"Bang!" the short stick fell from Xiao Cezi's weak left hand, fell to the ground and rolled all the way to the corner.

He was just the end of the crossbow, and the two sticks that shot out angrily had used up all his strength. Moreover, the scar on his chest was torn again, and his chest began to slowly become red with blood.

Xiao Cezi slowly stepped back - he had no strength to turn around, and when he touched the edge of the bed, he closed his eyes in relief, and then fell headlong on the bed.