"Are you the new junior brother?"

A small head poked out, a lovely face revealed, and the figure of a little girl emerged.

The girl looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a small face that looked a little baby fat. Her face was a little rosy at the moment. She stood there and looked at Chen Ming lively, with some curiosity in her eyes.

"This...senior sister?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Chen Ming looked at him for a long time before uttering a word.

"ah."

Hearing the word "senior sister", the little girl immediately smiled, her little face burst into laughter, and she happily stepped forward and touched Chen Ming's head: "Junior brother is so good."

"Uncle Lu has something to do and asked me to come over and show you the surroundings."

"My name is Fang Jia, how about you, junior brother?"

She smiled all the way and looked very lively when she ran and stopped. Suddenly she looked back at Chen Ming and asked him.

"I'm Chen Ming, courtesy name Chang'an."

Chen Ming smiled and said the name of this life.

"That's Junior Brother Chen."

Fang Jia lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said: "Come with me."

"The front is where the Wenyuan Academy is located, and the Martial Arts Academy is on the other side."

Walking out of a spacious hall, Fang Jia pointed to a large courtyard and said.

Chen Ming was stunned: "Our Yueshan Sect, and the Academy of Literature?"

"Otherwise?"

Fang Jia turned around: "Don't you think that we martial arts practitioners just don't know a single Chinese character and regard books as nothing?"

"That's not..." Chen Ming thought for a moment: "But he shouldn't be very studious, right?"

"It won't work if I don't study." Fang Jia said with a face full of vicissitudes of life: "I also want to practice martial arts without studying literature. Those books are annoying to death. Reading them over and over makes my head hurt, but this condition does not allow it."

"Those secret books are too cryptic, some mental tips and so on. If you don't know enough about them, you won't be able to understand them. If you continue to practice them forcefully, you will probably become useless."

"This is pretty good."

Fang Jia grimaced: "According to the instructors, some legendary advanced martial arts also require your mind and philosophy to match. You can't practice without thoroughly understanding the essence of the book."

"So when you learn martial arts, you should learn literature first. The two should not be separated!"

Speaking of this, she said with some pride: "You must underestimate our liberal arts academy. Our Yueshan sect's liberal arts academy has produced several number one scholars in the past!"

"A great martial arts sect...has the number one scholar?"

Hearing this, Chen Ming twitched the corner of his mouth and secretly complained in his heart: "It's awesome, but this style of painting... doesn't seem to match it?"

"Because there are more scholars who have been educated, among the celebrities in Xiangzhou, our Yueshan sect also has a lot of reputation, and many children of wealthy families are studying in our liberal arts academy."

In front of him, Fang Jia pointed to the liberal arts college in front of him: "Starting from tomorrow, you can also go there and study together."

"this......."

Chen Ming showed some hesitation on his face: "But I want to practice martial arts..."

"Practice martial arts..."

Fang Jia looked at Chen Ming and couldn't help but shake his head for a moment: "With your body, you'd better take care of yourself for two years."

"Your face is pale and your steps are sluggish. It seems that you are weak in blood and lack of energy."

"If you practice martial arts under such circumstances, you will not only get twice the result with half the effort, but you will probably end up with something wrong in the end."

She shook her head and looked a little disapproving of Chen Ming: "You should recuperate for two years first, and then think about martial arts training when your body is well."

Hearing this, Chen Ming was a little frustrated, but he didn't say anything.

To be fair, his body is indeed a bit weak. He usually feels out of breath even if he takes two steps. He almost died when he went up the mountain before. He is definitely not suitable for martial arts training.

"However, in order to escape the danger of life, we still have to find a way to practice martial arts."

Although he went up to Yue Mountain, Chen Ming did not forget what he heard at the bottom of the mountain.

The predecessor of this body died inexplicably. If he didn't want to follow in this body's footsteps, he would have to work hard.

Now that he has come to Yueshan, practicing martial arts has naturally become his only hope.

In the evening, in a courtyard.

Chen Ming gently put down his luggage and sighed deeply.

"It's been just one day..."

Lying quietly on his bed, looking at the unfamiliar house, Chen Ming murmured to himself.

From early morning to early evening, he had been on the road all day, and it was only now that he finally had time to rest.

A strong wave of sleepiness came over his mind, causing his eyelids to fight and bump together from time to time.

The vision in front of me gradually became hazy, and a bit of inexplicable purple flashed across my eyes, like an illusion.

"wrong!"

The next moment, Chen Ming suddenly woke up, and his somewhat tired brain suddenly woke up.

He stared blankly in front of him. To be precise, he was looking at something in front of him.

Source power:0.14.

"What the hell?"

Looking at the thing that appeared inexplicably in front of his eyes, Chen Ming was stunned and stayed in place for a while.

It wasn't until a long time later that he realized: "What is source power?"

"I'm sure that I didn't have this thing in my previous life... So does this thing belong to this body, or does it only come after I traveled through time?"

Touching his head and looking at the thing in front of him, Chen Ming had a headache: "And... what is the use of this thing?"

Looking at the image of the source of power that appeared in front of him, he felt a little excited, and the sleepiness that he was still feeling immediately disappeared.

The next day, early morning.

When the sun rose from the sky and illuminated the earth, Chen Ming stared at a pair of deep dark circles under his eyes and yawned as he walked into the academy.

Yesterday, under the leadership of Fang Jia, he already knew his location, so he walked over directly at this moment.

"This junior brother?"

I walked to my seat and just sat down when a voice came from the front.

Chen Ming looked up and saw a man sitting in front of him.

It was a young man wearing a long robe. He didn't look too old, probably only about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was holding a book in his hand and was looking at him curiously.

"This junior brother is so new to me. Is this your first time here?"

Looking at Chen Ming who was sitting behind him with deep black and white eyes, the young man twitched his lips and asked curiously.

"Hello, senior brother."

Chen Ming nodded tiredly, his words sounding a little listless.

It’s no wonder that anyone who doesn’t sleep one night will probably not be energetic the next day.

Chen Ming's body in this life is only fourteen years old. He is still growing up and is not as experienced as he was in his previous life. He will naturally feel uncomfortable if he stays up all night.

"Junior brother, it looks like he didn't get much rest last night."

Looking at Chen Ming in front of him, the young man was a little speechless, and then he said seriously: "I am Wang Li, a person from Fengcheng."

"I came one month earlier than Junior Brother. If Junior Brother has anything you don't know, you can always ask me."

"Thank you so much, Senior Brother Wang."

Chen Ming raised his head and glanced at Wang Li in front of him, and then reported his name: "Chen Ming, a person from Longshui."

"It turns out to be Junior Brother Chen." Wang Li nodded, looking like he suddenly realized something.

He seemed to be a very enthusiastic person, taking advantage of the morning class before he started, he kept asking questions without looking at Chen Ming's deep dark circles.

Chen Ming just dealt with it one after another, occasionally looking around.

There were not many people in the hall in front of me. Including Chen Ming and Wang Li, there were only eight people in total, and they were generally very young.

While Wang Li kept talking, everyone else was holding books in their hands and reading there, and they all looked very serious.

After a while, a thin old man wearing a master's robe came in from outside and walked to the podium in front. After looking at the newcomer Chen Ming, he didn't say anything more and started to speak directly.

The things he explained were not complicated. Most of them were explanations of the meanings of ancient Chinese characters. Even if he had not heard the previous content, Chen Ming could understand it.

However, during the lecture, sleepiness kept rising in his mind, making him have the urge to lie down and sleep.

Feeling this impulse, he shook his head and lowered his head again.

Source power:0.23.
To be continued...