A murderer, that is, a killer, exists that violates laws, regulations and customs, but it does exist.

No one is born to be a murderer. Xue Qing is a very orthodox family, and even said to be a great family, and is a master of Chinese studies. She also studies hard and has achieved success in her studies. If nothing unexpected happens, she will be a university teacher and live a leisurely and normal life.

But life is always full of various accidents. First, my grandfather died of illness in the hospital, and then my parents died in a car accident. This is an accident that many people will encounter, but Xue Qing’s relatives encounter artificial accidents.

The reason is nothing new, it is nothing more than a dispute over interests in the business world. The other party does it very cleanly and is always not subject to legal sanctions when accidents are not subject to legal sanctions.

Xue Qing did not collect evidence or revitalize the family business for a gentleman who took revenge for ten years. This was a long and desperate process, so she also began to learn to create accidents, earnestly and focused, just like going to school to learn how to kill and accidents.

She studied for five years, and did this after three years, and then became famous in a certain circle and became a business.

She does business and will naturally become a business.

She thought maybe the air crash that killed her was also a man-made accident... or she thought too much, no matter what, Xue Qing died and Xue Qing lived again, so let's live well.

Xue Qing slowly breathed in the breath, and in the quiet night there seemed to be crisp sounds like fried beans or instantly.

Xue Qing's life was on the right track. He got up early and ran to school. He came to Guo's school after school in the afternoon. He wrote and memorized his writing at night and practiced martial arts before going to bed. The time was intensive and compact.

A month passed almost in a blink of an eye.

When footsteps came from the gray street, the woman who was splitting the fish didn't have to raise her head.

"Brother, I'll buy a fish to replenish it after school." She said loudly.

A gust of wind beside me.

"...OK..."

The sound passed by with the sound of footsteps.

"Leave the best for you," the woman shouted.

In the dark green light, the young man raised his hand and walked away with big strides.

Xue Qing kept walking through the city gate... She has now run farther away. Not only has she become familiar with the iron shop, but she often chats with the fish-selling woman, but she even meets this old man who picks up cow dung every day.

"...Old man... Do you need to use cow dung every day..."

She suddenly said.

The old man with his head down and carrying a basket was startled. He seemed to be panicked at the stranger's questioning, and seemed to have no idea what to say.

“...use.”

When he answered, Xue Qing had already run away.

It was even earlier when Mr. Siqiu yawned into the house. Xue Qing had already untied the blue cloth bag, wiped the table, chair cushions, and wrote a page of words.

"...Your handwriting is not good-looking..." Mr. Sihuang sat down and said.

"I don't have the strength to write well now, and I will become more and more beautiful in the future." Xue Qing said.

Four brown lip smacks.

"I'm talking about students," he said, "Do you ever feel you're having bad times?"

Xue Qing thought about it seriously and shook her head.

"No." she said.

This serious thought made Mr. Sige even more frustrated. He shook his head and suddenly slapped a few books on the table.

"...In the fifth year of Duke Xi, in the spring, the Marquis of Jin killed his son Shen Sheng..." he said.

Xue Qing stopped writing.

"...... Qi Boji came to pay tribute to her son. Xia, Gongsun Zirumu, Duke Qi, Song, Chen, Wei, Zheng, Xu Nan, and Cao Bo met the prince of the prince at the head..." She read it steadily.

Mr. Sige asked a few more casual questions, and Xue Qing memorized them without exception.

"Okay." Mr. Si Bro looked at her, a little surprised, "I have actually memorized all three volumes? How did you do it?"

Just memorize it, memorize it by rote, Xue Qing thought about it.

"Maybe I am really Wenquxing." She said.

Mr. Si Broo gave her a thumbs up, and bowed her hand to express his admiration.

Xue Qing smiled.

"Sir, it's not bad," she said.

Just now, Mr. Sihu asked questions or listened to her reciting, and he still didn't open it while putting his hand on the book. Obviously, he remembered it in his heart.

"Of course, I am the star Wenqu descending to earth." Mr. Sige said with a little smugness and twisted his sparse beard, and his wrinkled face smiled like a flower.

But Wen Quxing's appearance was not good, Xue Qing smiled.

"Can you learn the next few volumes?" she asked.

Mr. Si Brooke sneered.

"You really don't know what you can do?" he said, "You don't understand the meaning."

This is indeed, Xue Qing nodded.

"Then please explain, sir." she said.

Mr. Si Brooch coughed lightly.

"No hurry, let's talk about it after lunch." He said, his eyes falling on the blue flower cloth bag beside Xue Qing, with some anticipation, "What delicious food did your mother cook today?"

......

The food Xue Qing had eaten when she went to school was made by Xue’s mother in the morning.

"Actually, it's not necessary. The food and drink on the street is too much, and your father-in-law won't be reluctant to spend money on you." Mr. Si Ge said, watching Xue Qing open the flower cloth bag, revealing the square food box.

She also told Xue’s mother that she didn’t need to cook so much food for her. It was very tiring and troublesome, and she couldn’t buy anything if she had money.

"The outside is unclean." Xue's mother said, rejecting her suggestions.

In fact, Xue Qing had almost never eaten anything outside. She didn't know about the past. After she woke up, Xue's mother would remind her not to eat randomly every time she went out.

"You are weak and you're hurting your stomach carefully." She always looked worried.

This body is indeed weak enough. It’s not that the Xue family is quite poor, so how can they raise children so spoiled? Maybe it’s better to be more solid than raising them, Xue Qing thought and opened the food box.

Mr. Si Brown was already holding up his chopsticks and couldn't wait.

"Ah, there are pork braised hands." He shouted, "The Guo family is really rich."

Yes, this is not that Xue’s mother has money, and the food and drink are provided by the Guo family. Xue’s mother is never stingy and can let go... Her son was almost beaten to death by the Guo family, so of course she had to use their money to support her.

Xue Qing took the initiative to ask Xue’s mother for the weight, and she still respects her teachers very much.

Mr. Si Brown dropped the chopsticks to block Xue Qing's chopsticks.

"...Student, if you push it down, I will have only beans to eat your husband." He said, looking at the braised pig hand on the plate... Half of it had been taken away by Xue Qing.

"Sir, I'm old, it's better to eat less oily food." Xue Qing said, and then broke away and pulled apart before giving up.

Mr. Si Brown immediately took away the plate, held the white rice on the plate, stirred it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"......I'm old, how long can I eat oily... I eat one more bite, one bite..." he said vaguely.

Xue Qing smiled and said nothing, lowered her head to eat.

The teacher and student ate the food in the food box cleanly. Xue Qing went to the water tank outside the door to scoop water and scrub the water. Mr. Si Broo burped and said he wanted to go to bed.

"Only after sleeping well, you have the energy to do things." He said.

Xue Qing put the food box and sat outside the cottage. While basking in the sun, she silently read the three volumes of spring and autumn again. After reading it once, she got up and called out Mr. Si Brown who was sleeping in the straw shed next door.

"I'm just asleep, right?" Mr. Sige was very annoyed.

"Scientifically proves that taking a quarter of an hour is enough," Xue Qing said.

"What is science? Why do you say such annoying things?" Mr. Sihuang said hatefully and stood up and came out.

But he did not go to school, but instead twisted a bunch of ropes among the pile of debris.

"Let's go, let's go to class." He said, and walked towards Liudaoquan Mountain with a kick.

Do you still have to give a field lecture in the field? Xue Qing followed up with some confusion.

Mr. Sige did not go to the main entrance of Liudao Quanshan Society... There were people guarding it regardless of day or night, and idle people were not allowed to approach him. He walked to a depression in the distance.

Xue Qing looked up at the cliff straight.

It won't be here...

Her thought flashed through her, and she saw Mr. Si Brown, who seemed to be unstable, jumped up against the cliff and climbed upwards.

It is winding and nimble, as if walking on flat ground, like Spider-Man.

Xue Qing watched his figure grow higher and higher until he climbed into the top of the mountain and disappeared.

She knew that the old man who could approach her silently was indeed extraordinary.
Chapter completed!