"Blind, we two have been separated recently. It's my fault for me. I've been too busy these days, and I've been practicing and studying. I haven't seen each other for three or four months." Zhao Xifeng crossed his legs and sat swayingly next to Jia Wei Zi's fortune telling stall in Zhendong Market.

The summer in the town this year is not as hot as in previous years. After serving Zhong Li, Zhao Xifeng likes to wander around the town and chat with friends who are familiar with him. Anyway, he has not yet practiced the last move of Lingshan Nine Changes, and the other eight moves have already transformed into intentions. He is practicing in the movement and stillness, so he does not have to sit wither every day like other practitioners.

Today, Zhao Xifeng approached Jia Daoli.

When he was four years old, Zhao Xifeng rode a sheep and caused trouble. He overturned the fortune teller of blind Jia. While Jia cursed and chased the dairy sheep, he also exposed the fact that he was not really blind.

Since then, the two of them have formed a bond, but in order to hide their identities, Jia Daoli, who is low-key and forbearing everywhere, is not the opponent of Zhao Xifeng, the demon king of the world? Zhao Xifeng went home and organized the "cultivists" to throw stones, garbage, jump ropes, and even urinate and defecate. A month later, Jia Weizi was unable to bear the trouble of surrendering and surrendering, becoming the elder of the Xifeng Sect. Zhao Xifeng then "received the army". This is why when Zhao Xifeng first met Zhen Xingqing, he told him that Jia Weizi was the person he followed.

At this time, Blind Jia smiled slightly flatteringly and said to Zhao Xifeng: "What are you talking about? You are so busy, I am thinking about you every day. A while ago, you were injured by a small child. After I heard the news, I rushed to your mansion to visit you as soon as possible. I even gave you a talisman that was personally passed by the ancestor. I dare not be negligent. Where should I start with this life-long statement?"

Zhao Xifeng snorted coldly, took out the amulet from his neck that Jia Jianzi gave him when he was assassinated, and shook it in front of the old Taoist eyes and asked: "I am also a practitioner now, so you fool me like this? Is this broken copper piece a magic talisman? Or is it passed down by your ancestor? As a result, my father exchanged it for a little bit of money and a piece of meat?"

"The gift from the leader's father is necessary," said Jia Xiaozi seriously: "But this talisman cannot be faked. I also ask the leader to accept it and save it in person."

Zhao Xifeng hung the copper plate back on his neck casually and hummed, "If my father hadn't believed in you, I would have thrown it into the ditch."

"That's that's that." Jia Jianzi chuckled.

"Why is the Ma family so lively today?" Zhao Xifeng pointed casually at the main road next to him that runs from north to south. The Ma family members stood in a row in neat clothes, solemn and speechless.

Jia Jianzi sat in the market every day, with the most informative news. He glanced at the other side and said contemptuously: "Didn't the people from Beiyue Academy destroyed the might of your power? Then he invited reinforcements. I heard that they were talents who met once in a decade, and they were named Xiao Yin, but under the leader's command, it was probably only a few tricks. Look, the person who spoke was coming."

Zhao Xifeng sat upright and stretched his neck to look over there. He saw a group of people walking towards the end of a street. The middle-aged man in the lead was short, wearing a purple dress, a dark face with a national character, and two beards with gazes and beards were very vigorous. He trembled on his face with his steps. He sensed a gaze projecting on his body. He immediately turned to look at Zhao Xifeng with his eyes calm and calm.

Zhao Xifeng looked away as if nothing had happened, stood up with a whistle, stretched his waist wide.

The man in purple turned around and continued to walk forward, and disappeared at the end of the street in a short while.

"Virtue!" After the crowds there walked away, Blind Jia spat and cursed in a low voice.

Zhao Xifeng also snorted coldly and closed his eyes, looking disdainful. The eyes that the man looked directly at were now painful and almost shed tears.

"I'm here this time, not to find the place for you," Xiao Yin stood in the center of Beiyue Academy and looked around and said slowly, "It's normal to have both wins and defeats in the academic exam, but if you lose your mind, the next path of practice will be particularly difficult."

There was a silence on the school ground, and no one even dared to look up at the senior brother's slightly funny beard. Everyone listened to Xiao Yin's speech silently.

Xiao Yin continued, "Is it terrible to lose? No, death is terrible! I see that your heart is dead, and I just want to wait for me to bring people here to help you. What's the difference between this and death? Chu Kun!"

"Yes!" Chu Kun was stunned when he heard the elder brother calling his name, then took a step forward and answered loudly.

"Fist!"

Chu Kun punched Xiao Yin without hesitation. He was not worried that he could hurt the person in front of him, so he went out with all his might without reservation.

Sure enough, Xiao Yin was not able to accumulate strength, and he gave a punch casually.

The two fists intersected, and there was no sound of collision. However, Chu Kun's face turned miserable, and he spurted out blood and fell to the ground.

Xiao Yin sneered: "When you use your weak to fight the strong, you know that you have tried your best to bully the weak with your strong, but you are hindering everywhere? If you punch like this from the beginning, your opponent is not your three moves at all, and that young man surnamed Zhao may not be able to return in time! You abuse your opponent, seem to have the advantage and boost morale, but in fact, it arouses the opponent's desire to share the same hatred of the enemy, causing the subsequent games to be more difficult, and even if you win, you still lose! Do you know your mistake!"

Chu Kun was sweating in cold sweat, and wanted to admit his mistake, but his abdomen was so painful that he couldn't speak.

Xiao Yin looked at Gou Yifang, who was out of touch with everyone: "Are you the newcomer who possesses the secret techniques of Daze and the martial arts of Huangji Sect?"

Gou Yifang nodded silently.

"The finger is sharp and unparalleled. Have you ever thought of using the underwater yin flow to drive it so that it can move quickly and then go upstairs?" Xiao Yin said calmly, but Gou Yifang's eyes lit up, and his hands quickly pinched in his sleeves, silently estimating the possibility of success.

"Yun Qian." Xiao Yin turned his head again.

Chen Yunqian walked out in small steps, her eyes full of tears, and she choked and said, "Senior Brother..."

Xiao Yin sighed quietly and said in a gentle voice: "Yun Qian, the reason why the drunk peacock is famous all over the world is because its master eventually becomes a phoenix. Do you understand?"

Chen Yunqian looked up blankly and didn't know how to answer.

So Xiao Yin ignored her and looked around and said, "Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. You don't have to worry about it, and you should not lose because of a defeat. You should know where to lose. Our academy is clearly in the south of the Yangtze River, but it is named Beiyue Academy. That's because the Daotong of the Great Zhou Dynasty has been in the north for a hundred years, and the sages of our academy have always had a heart to go north! The north is also the land under your feet. Please do not disappoint Xiao, nor do you let the academy be shamed, do you know!"

"I know!" Everyone in the academy shouted in unison, and the haze over the past few days was wiped out.

Xiao Yin nodded slightly, turned around and left, somehow recalling the boy he had seen in the market just now.
Chapter completed!