A group of people from the elite martial arts hall came arrogantly and left in a dilemma.

Meng Xudong did not over-distribute olive branches to Song Yue. The time and occasion were wrong, and he suffered a considerable loss.

The classmate who was beaten by Song Yue with slippers would not have been discharged from the hospital for a week.

The wound on his face looked scary, but not serious. The key is the kick at the beginning. The other party looked careless, but it was really angry.

The psychological shadow of that classmate probably cannot dissipate for half a year.

But Meng Xudong still remembered Song Yue's appearance and secretly took a photo.

I'm going to ask someone to check it out after I go back. When did such a person appear in Hangzhou?

Why didn't there be any trace before?

Such a person must be able to join the elite martial arts hall, and then he can combine his swords with him!

As a martial artist, he didn't mind that there was someone stronger than himself at all. Only in this way could he have more motivation to move forward.

At the School of Practice, everyone was very happy at first and let out a sigh of anger!

But soon they couldn't laugh.

Because she was ridiculed by Song Yue again.

"As such a big school, it is known as the cradle of practitioners. I think you are really babies waiting to feed in the cradle. Just watching a little girl be bullied?"

After the meal time every day, Song Yue was not very happy.

Looking at a group of teachers and students from the School of Practice: "They were all beaten up by others. The lower-level people were nothing, and they were beaten to the point of being beaten to the point of being a bruised; the higher-level people were even more complete, so what other shit rules should the high-level monks not take action at will?"

"Qian Qianxue, don't pretend to be okay. I'm talking about you. Why didn't you do it just now?"

Qian Qianxue: “…”

Qingli explained with a little helplessness on her face, "We are not you, so I don't talk about the rules at all..."

"Are you stupid?" Song Yue glanced at her, "If you don't talk about the rules, just say that your brain won't turn around. If you don't use the magic of monks, you won't use martial arts to slash them? One of them is one, who is your opponent? Where did you get the ability when you hit me? Why didn't you tell the rules?"

Qian Qianxue's face became darker and darker, and she looked at Song Yue with a bad look: "Yes, why did I forget the rules when I hit you?"

When Song Yue saw that it was not good, he turned around and left without hesitation, and shouted as he walked: "Gentle, don't worry, if you call me directly if you come again, your grandchildren come. Your seniors and seniors are rules and cherish their feathers, but your brother is a bad person and never follows rules!"

Before the little girl could thank Song Yue, she found that he had walked a long way.

He glanced at Qian Qianxue who was rolling his eyes and thought to himself: The entire cultivation academy is probably the only one that can make Brother Song Yue afraid, right? No, it’s not that he is afraid, he should like it!

Thinking to himself, Wenrou took out her cell phone and quietly sent a message to Song Yue: "Brother, I'll call Sister Xue, let's have a meal together?"

Knowing that Song Yue didn't take his cell phone, he didn't expect him to go back now. After thanking Qian Qianxue, he walked towards the dormitory with the company of several girls.

Qian Qianxue looked at the backs of Wenrou and his group of people, and then looked at the direction of the school gate where Song Yue had long disappeared. She pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice: "You are stupid. Wenrou likes you so much, and she won't take advantage of such a good opportunity! She's so stupid! She's picking her feet!"

Then he thought of the scene when Song Yue used his slippers to suck the boy's face, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Although it's a bit indecent, it's really cool!

She didn't know that it would be fine to use martial arts to deal with those people, but except for teaching Song Yue a lesson once, she had never fought with anyone and had not had that rich combat experience.

Even when she had a conversation with Song Yue that time, she understood that the other party had some of the elements to give in.

If she really wants to fight hard and cruel like today, she may not be able to beat her.

After all, she was still a little nervous when facing such an occasion, but she couldn't tell anyone about this reason, which was so embarrassing.

Secondly, Song Yue has not been here for more than ten days, and the bullied person is gentle again, so she decisively went to find Song Yue.

Only Song Yue, who is worse than them, has experience in dealing with those martial artists.

The distance between the School of Practice and Song Yue’s house is less than a thousand meters, and it will take a few minutes to walk. However, Song Yue is barefoot and feels a little uncomfortable walking on the hot road, so he plans to find a store to buy a pair of slippers.

Just now, he threw the trash can after leaving the school gate.

One sticks to the blood of the boy, smells bad and disgusting!

The other one will be buried with you, and you will have to make a pair of shoes for a lifetime.

When he faced the strange eyes of passers-by, he returned home after buying slippers, it was already past 11:30. With the exciting battle just now, he felt that he was so hungry that he could swallow a cow!

Sister Wang, a nanny who has been taking care of him for many years, knows his appetite, so she always cooks a lot every time. Seeing Song Yue eat voraciously, she feels very accomplished.

After dinner, Song Yue practiced plum blossom stakes in a corner of the yard all afternoon. The footwork he learned now has a very vulgar name, called "Phantom Story", which often appears in various martial arts novels and film and television dramas.

This was once when he was very compassionate and didn't look for trouble in the School of Practice, Qian Qianxue threw it to him casually.

At first, Song Yue didn't take a look at him at all, thinking that what kind of thing is this? His name is so vulgar?

Once I was very bored and took it out to take a look as a free book, but I shouted on the spot that I regretted it.

I don’t know which senior in the evil realm would give his martial arts such a name, but this step is quite exquisite!

In fact, the group of people in the School of Practice are not all geniuses. They also practice martial arts with many strengths, swords, and martial arts. If they are abused by him many times, they will also think of ways to deal with him.

But with this step, Song Yue almost never had any disadvantages in the youngsters in the practice academy.

I don’t know where Qian Qianxue got this cold white swan. Anyway, it’s more than one level better than the so-called secrets bought by his parents at a high price.

Whether it is a practitioner who practices magic or a martial artist who practices martial arts, even a genius needs to work hard and hard. No one has a full range of skills through initiation.

In the evening, Song Yue was wet and sweating all over again.

As soon as I took a shower, I received a call from my master's wife asking him to go home to finish his meal.

The food at the teacher’s wife’s house is good. If he weren’t afraid that the nanny would be unhappy, he would run every day.

I greeted the nanny, went out to sweep a bicycle, and rushed to Master's house.

Speaking of the fate with the Master, Song Yue was sometimes a little complacent. When he first came here, he was actually very disappointed.

After all, he was a child and was rejected by his thoughtful practice academy, which was not a small blow to him.

The reason why I didn’t go home is because before he left, he had put aside his bold words with his brother who was ten years older than him - Song Chao, listen to me, one day, I will fuck you down!

His brother asked, what if it was?

The young Song Yue patted his chest: "Otherwise I won't go home!"

The young and naughty Song Yue is a weird guy, and his parents are also weird. He really left him here. Although his mother would come here occasionally and often video calls with him, she did let him grow wildly here.

If she didn't look like her mother too much, Song Yue even suspected that she was not her biological child!

Don’t people say that they are young and favored?

Why isn't my home?

Song Fan felt more like he was created by his parents in response to the national call...

So the Master is really not related to his parents.

A contemporary great scholar like the Master cannot do anything because of anyone's face.

I remember the first time the two met, it was a sunny afternoon, and he sat quietly under the academy window and listened to the teacher's lecture inside.

At that time, he looked in his forties. The handsome and elegant master found him and asked him directly if he wanted to come in to attend the class. He said he would not pay, but the master said he didn't want money, so he went in to attend the class.

It sounds like ten years!

Hearing from the Master's lecture hall at one breath.

He never regarded himself as a disciple, but he called the master's wife, the vicious woman who had never seen her for many years and had always been young and beautiful.

Of course, the Master is not old either.

It's been ten years, but it looks like it's in its forties.

Handsome and elegant, with a bookish look.

"In my opinion, your encounter with Master, is an inevitable fate!"

"So Master, can you find some advanced martial arts for me? My parents are so unreliable. They found those that are defective. They spent a lot of money and were always deceived. The key is that I am embarrassed to tell them so that they will lose their dignity and fun as parents..."

When he came to Master's house, Song Yue felt very moved when he saw Master.

The Master looked at him calmly: "The inevitable in fate? Song Yue, you need some face."

"You have not settled the debt of using stones to hit our glass before!"

"At that time, you looked dirty and miserable, and you were so compassionate that you took in such a naughty little thing. Now you still have to help you find more advanced martial arts, no matter how hard you are!

"What's the best thing about being a warrior?"

"You have a lot of knowledge, can you not be so fucked? It's not better to do knowledge than to fight and kill?"

If you can speak such a common saying to Song Yue, on the one hand, you don’t treat him as an outsider; on the other hand, you are also angry.

When his fierce wife saw Song Yue, she smiled and said gently, "Don't listen to him, he doesn't care. Master's wife will find you!"

I forgot to say that this young woman who looks over forty but looks only twenty-seven or eight years old and is actually a martial artist.

Moreover, he has excellent skills in his entire body. Song Yue is not sure what level he has, but he should have been a great master for a long time.

Many of the martial arts that Song Yue knew were taught by his master's wife.

He smiled and said, "It's better for the master's wife!"
To be continued...