Heinous

The modern education of the ancients—or the ancients in martial arts novels—is a complex and meticulous task. After all, it needs to be changed little by little, from the outlook on life and the world, to the small things in daily life.As a teacher who bears the inescapable responsibility for Bu'an, in order to help Bu'g get used to the life of modern society in the shortest possible time, Xue Zhe set two courses.One is simplified Chinese characters, and the other is various common facilities in daily life - such as TV, telephone, refrigerator and so on.

As for other problems, it depends on precepts and deeds in daily life.

In this regard, Xue Zhe kept an eye on it. Among the many home appliances in the house, the only one he didn't teach Bu She how to use it was the computer.His book "Unforgiveness" has such an ending that it will naturally not be published. It depends on the Internet.

Moreover, Bushe himself lacks interest in computers. The reason is probably that Xue Zhe spent a lot of time typing on the keyboard in order to catch up with the progress after his wrist recovered. As a result, his impression of computers is only two words: "very noisy" .

Apart from Xue Zhe's simplified Chinese characters and common sense lessons, Unforgiven spent most of his day practicing martial arts.At least four hours of internal energy and four hours of moves every day, rain or shine.The lazy Xue Zhe was amazed and deeply felt that there is a reason why a master is a master. Among other things, it is simply a fantasy to let him sit there honestly for four hours and do nothing.

He also asked why he sat for four hours a day, and the answer he got was to lay the foundation—according to the person who taught him martial arts, before he was 20 years old, he should meditate for at least two hours a day to adjust his breath , to enhance internal strength. After the age of 20, there is no hard and fast rule, it depends on each person's affinity, law and talent.In the original words, "If you didn't know how to practice at that time, you don't need to practice, and you will kill yourself early."

Hearing that, Xue Zhe was extremely speechless.

According to Xue Zhe's setting, Bu Amnesty is a martial arts genius, but Xue Zhe at that time was extremely disgusted with the boring and flirtatious setting of "I was not good at martial arts, but I ate a panacea/obtained a secret book of magic skills to reach the sky in one step", so in the article It was mentioned in Li that before going out of the valley, Bushe "trained hard day and night" under the supervision of his master, but he didn't write what the hard work was, but now he has witnessed it with his own eyes.

Besides practicing martial arts for a few hours a day, the modern life of Comrade Master Unforgivable is actually quite ordinary.

After all, masters also have to eat.

Early morning, morning market.

"Haha..." Xue Zhe yawned big, wiped his face, and managed to stay awake.

Catch the morning market is quite painful for a person who likes to sleep in. Last night, Xue Zhe accidentally chatted too high and slept late. When he woke up in the morning, he wished he could just sleep to death.

Of course, he might have given up on early waking if someone hadn't been serious about calling the morning service.It's a pity that Unforgive was very firm in carrying out his casual sentence "If I don't get up in the morning, remember to call me" last night, Xue Zhe looked at the expressionless person standing by the bedside, and meditated in his heart for a long time to be a good example. Only then got up with a half-dead face, dressed and washed, and stood in the cold wind to clear his mind.

There are many stalls selling breakfast in the morning market. The aromas from pancakes, fruit buns, wontons, porridge, tofu brains, etc. are mixed together to form an indescribable but very appetizing taste.This smell made Xue Zhe's brain clearer, and at the same time, it accurately aroused his greed.

The most popular stall in this morning market was set up by an old man, who had a long beard, the roots were as white as snow and as smooth as silver, like a martial arts master in a novel.Such an immortal old man should at least lead the crowd to practice Tai Chi in the park, but he set up a small stall for fried noodles in the morning market, which is a bit weird.

However, the craftsmanship of the old man is indeed at the level of a master. His stall only sells one kind of fried noodles. The taste is sweet but not greasy, with a milky fragrance but not fishy. After that, there is even a bit of aftertaste, full of lingering fragrance.

Such craftsmanship is naturally sought after by people, but it is a pity that the temper of the old man is also at the level of a master. The opening time of the stall is uncertain every day, and the time of closing the stall is also uncertain, and each dim sum has a fixed amount. No jumping in line is allowed.

The old man has a long history of setting up a stall. When Xue Zhe was a child, he was often brought by adults to help him line up with money.The current situation is the same as before, but his level has been upgraded to the one where people help to line up, which makes him feel a lot better.

"Wait here for me, I'll be strolling around the morning market, and I'll come to you later." Xue Zhe took out money from his wallet and handed it to Bu She, "Be careful, if you encounter a thief, remember to be merciful."

This statement seems a bit strange, but considering the personal safety of the thief, Xue Zhe thinks it is better to add this sentence.

"Okay." Bushe nodded, and went to line up as promised.

It seems to be a good feeling to have someone to dispatch, at least it can save a lot of trouble at this time.

Xue Zhe gave a wry smile—in order to adapt to the sudden presence of another person in his life these few days, he who has always lived alone has had a hard time, and it is only now that he can feel some comfort.

After choosing among many breakfast stalls, Xue Zhe bought two servings of tofu nao and some fritters, and after thinking about it, he brought three pies, two tea eggs, and two servings of soy milk.

Although Bu She looks like a brat, his appetite is not small at all, even better than Xue Zhe himself.It is estimated that after buying a meal for two people, Xue Zhe's hands are almost occupied.Fortunately, his right hand has basically healed, and he will not feel pain when carrying things.

After wandering around for a while, Xue Zhe found several pirated books at a book stand in the morning market, ranging from Jin Yong Gu Long to popular online novels.To his surprise, he found the book he wrote on the stall.However, it was accompanied by a sexy and hot beauty cover, and the author was also changed to Jin Yong's new work.

Squatting down and flipping through the book to confirm the content, Xue Zhe really didn't know whether he should thank the pirates for their flattery or slap them in the face with this 400-page book.The title of this book is his, and the first half of the content is also his, but the second half has been changed to another author he knows for some reason, and the pirates have also replaced the characters’ names with professionalism— —So Xue Zhe looked at his hapless protagonist suddenly turned around suddenly and turned into a body with peerless magic skills, embraced many beauties and many + N beauties silently admired him, and finally became king and invincible in the world.This is not the most nonsense, the most nonsense is that Xue Zhe wrote martial arts before, and the unlucky author just wrote Western Fantasy...

"...I bought this one." It would be a pity for such a wonderful book not to take it back and share it.

With some plastic bags and a thick book in his hands, Xue Zhe felt that he had finished shopping and started to walk back.This morning market is an oval-shaped ring structure, with a part-time residential building and management office sandwiched between the central part. Xue Zhe's current location is just opposite to Bu's, and it would take half a day to make a detour.Wanting to be lazy, Xue Zhe took aim at an alley in the middle of the building.

On weekdays, this alley is probably the place where the residents in the building throw garbage when they are lazy. There are a lot of dirty places in it, and the garbage bags are piled up into a hill.After Xue Zhe went in, he regretted a little, but since they all came in, he could only bite the bullet and rush forward.Unexpectedly, halfway through, there was a wall in front of me.

It's not a serious concrete wall, but a brick wall built by someone who doesn't know. It's more than one meter high, and a line of big characters "This road is blocked^^" was painted on it with paint.

There is a line of small characters under the big characters: "It is no longer possible to walk to the opposite side, build this wall to serve the people, don't thank me."

"Damn." Xue Zhe stared at the line of words, twitched the corner of his mouth, gave a one-word evaluation of the unknown man's creativity, turned and walked back.

It's bad luck, it's bad luck, I have to smoke it again... huh?

This small alley is not wide, and it is a bit crowded for two people walking together. Therefore, Xue Zhe had to stop when there was a person standing in the middle of the front road.

"You are... Xue Zhe?"

It was a man who was about the same height as Xue Zhe, with a handsome appearance and heroic eyes.He was wearing a light gray hunting suit, a pitch black overcoat, and riding boots. Just standing there, he seemed to be wearing an aura.

Such an outstanding person, even if he is standing...well, surrounded by two trash cans and a few trash bags, he can make the surrounding environment suddenly a bit higher, even the two people on the left and right beside him The dilapidated and vicissitudes of the trash can made him look like this, as if...

... Well, no matter how handsome or stylish a person is, he really won't be able to see it in this kind of garbage dump environment.

Seeing him standing imposingly surrounded by garbage bags, Xue Zhe couldn't help laughing, and didn't have time to answer his question for a while.The man over there frowned, and asked again: "Are you Xue Zhe?"

His Mandarin is not standard, with a slight accent, and when he pronounced Xue Zhe's name, he was a little vague.Xue Zhe frowned, and said, "What... is there something wrong?"

During the time he spoke just now, he had already gone back and forth with the faces that he remembered in his mind, and he was sure that he did not know such a number—ordinarily, the man in front of him was also very eye-catching in appearance. If he had dealt with him before, he should have some impressions. right……

"Xue Zhe..." The man said his name again, his face gradually showed disgust, his eyebrows were tied into a knot, "the rules of the world, you, fight."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, and the hem of his coat suddenly opened, and a dazzling cold light shot out from inside. He held a long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xue Zhe's face.

"..." Can anyone tell him, which f*ck is this acting in?