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4. Living Martial Arts Collection (1/5)

In the morning light of autumn, take a deep breath, and it will be like sucking in the sky and earth. It will roll in the belly with the remaining smell of alcohol.

Xia Ji breathed a sigh of relief and soaked in the wooden barrel. In order to prevent the water from getting cold, Qingzhuzi grabbed the kettle from afar from time to time, shouting, "Young Master, move it to the side", then tried hard to raise his hands and put the mouth of the pot to the edge of the wooden barrel.

Gulugulugulugulugulu...

Hot water enters the bucket.

Xia Ji suddenly felt the water warm again.

Although Qing Zhuzi is a maid, because of the environment of the Xia family, because of her origin, because of her large family, and because of her long-term stay in the Xia family, she is not as humble as an ordinary maid. In her heart, she even regarded this seventeen-year-old young master as her "little brother". After all, if her brother is still alive, it should be the age of the young master.

Therefore, she was puzzled by the elegant and polite young master who would say something like "like people with style".

But she couldn't help but say, "Young Master, you have to travel a hundred miles a day, and we all see your progress."

Xia Ji knew that Qingzhuzi was encouraging himself to not give up on himself because of disappointment, so he smiled and nodded: "Sister Qingzhu, I'm fine."

Qing Zhuzi stood aside with a big kettle in his arms, looking at his clear pupils, which were clear and clean, and even felt relieved. He complained a little, "Young Master is really a little bit. He knew that the young master would be going to take the exam next year, and he took you outside to fool around. He was really worried that he would die. Yesterday, your second sister came back very late. She knew that you were not at home and didn't even sleep, so she went out to find you."

Xia Ji felt warm in his heart as he heard these concerning complaints. He said "sorry" softly, then closed his eyes and let go of his spiritual sense. All the movements and even the outside of the Xia Mansion fell into his ears.

Pedestrians walk around the street.

And those who hide in the dark or passers-by will say something unintentionally.

"Do you know, this is the Duke of Xia. Duke of Xia guards the northern city for half a day. He is a pillar of the country. Unfortunately, he gave birth to such a young son."

"No, even if the children of ordinary families have to enjoy so many resources, no matter how stupid a person is, he has already broken through to the first-grade warrior, right? It's not an exaggeration to be the second-grade third-grade, right? Then Xia Ji is better. Not to mention the second-grade third-grade, he is not even the first-grade, it's really funny."

"Maybe I'm stupid in reading. I heard that the young master often reads books at home, but I don't know what he's reading."

"Maybe, this is a nerd?"

"Haha, my brother is right, but even if the person in this family is a waste, he is still lucky to have his brother Xia Mingkong and Xia Wudi support him."

"So what about luck? Isn't it a waste that even a first-grade warrior cannot break through? If he can't get into the first-grade warrior, he won't even think about the scientific test... He has spent so long not break through the first-grade warrior. Can he break through before the scientific test?"

"That's right, he was destined to be a shame for the Duke of Xia and a waste to make fun of the entire capital. Apart from playing with a playboy like the 14th Prince, he had no other friends, haha."

"I won't say it, I won't say it anymore. Such a person whose fate has been set is not worth discussing with someone like you and me? Let's go~"

Outside the door, the soft voices made by passers-by as they passed by fell clearly into Xia Ji's ears.

But there are countless people in the world who like to chew in the dark and those who like to put down the wrong person.

The vicious words are not much.

Xia Ji, I'm used to hearing it.

But, he didn't care.

...

After taking a shower, he changed into a loose moon-white robe and sat in a house full of ancient style.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the bronze mirror. Everyone in the mirror was as beautiful as jade, with black hair shawls, and his pupils were particularly clear and clear, which made people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze when they saw it.

The bookshelf of this house is filled with booklets.

There is only one book left on the desk.

Only reading one book at a time is the rule he set for himself.

Xia Ji didn't fall asleep, so he sat directly at the desk and flipped out the book.

It was a martial arts book called [Nine Styles of Mo Dao], which was written by my second sister in the second sister squeezed out time to investigate the case. It embodies a lot of her hard work and secret techniques, which are in-depth and concise and analyzes them very thoroughly, so that she can lay a solid foundation and enter the realm of a first-class warrior.

Of course, it is not that easy to really get into the first grade.

First of all, you must cultivate a "skill", whether it is sword, sword, gun, bow, or arch.

Secondly, we must cultivate our minds, reject interference in our hearts, be calm in our minds, and be attentive and consistent.

Then, in the corresponding state of mind, we will use the Dharma to mobilize blood and energy, and transform it into essence, which is blood and strength.

The second sister also gave her the method of cultivating the mind. It was a technique she combined with her predecessors’ martial arts and integrated into her own understanding - [Ting Jingxinzhai].

It is precisely because of my solid basic skills that when fighting with others, my second sister can often hear the flaws clearly in the noise, and then slash out with one knife, either defeat the enemy, kill the enemy, or break the opponent's weapons with one knife.

Just as Xia Ji was thinking, a soft knock came from outside the door.

"Young Master, have you slept?"

"Come in, Sister Qingzhu."

As the words came, a "creaking" sound came from the door.

The maid in the green shirt held the dining plate, and there were warm but light porridge and some side dishes on it.

She was stunned when she saw Xia Ji sitting at the desk, and then said, "Young Master hasn't slept all night, and is still reading at the desk?"

Xia Ji reached out to take the dining plate and smiled and said, "Look for a while."

Qing Zhuzi bit her lip and said softly: "The autumn is bitter and cold, don't get the cold air into your body. What's more, I heard that sharpening a knife will not delay chopping wood. You don't have to hurry up."

While eating warm rice porridge, Xia Ji said, "Sister Qingzhu, don't call himself a slave in my Xia family."

Qing Zhuzi bit her lip, but lowered her head and suddenly...

She seemed to have thought of something and said, "By the way, my son, today's servant..."

Xia Ji interrupted her and said, "Sister Qingzhu."

Qing Zhuzi felt warm and said, "Okay, OK, this morning, I heard from the old lady that the master and the eldest son ordered people to send a lot of martial arts and other booklets back. They will be placed in the Linlang Water Pavilion at that time. Only when the young master can heal the spirit before he can go to read the book."

After saying that, she watched the young master eat quietly. Finally, she gave a few more concerns, hoping that the young master would have a good rest, recover his energy and read the book before leaving.

She gently took the door to the house, walked a few steps, couldn't help but turn around, and couldn't help but sigh.

How fate is it?

The young master is obviously very hardworking. He is familiar with the secrets of martial arts in many sects in the world and can see through many martial arts moves. He is almost a big shot in martial arts theory, and even if he sits with the master to discuss martial arts, he can do so.

He had a strong memory, and it could even be said to be a living martial arts book.

But why, why do people who work so hard can't break through the first level?

Why?

How unfair it is to be jealous of talented people!
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