Heinous

When Xue Zhe took the thin paper book, Bu'she didn't react yet, but when he opened the paper book and flipped through it for a while, a rare look of almost astonishment appeared on his usually calm face.

He didn't continue to read, but just looked at Xue Zhe silently, as if waiting for him to say something.

Xue Zhe was not surprised, but he was still a little depressed to find that he saw a trace of doubt in Bu She's eyes.

Laughing wryly in his heart, Xue Zhe tried his best to keep his voice calm, and said, "Well... remember what I told you before? There is no such thing as martial arts and rivers and lakes in our world, and it is also in the novels. "

"Actually, I seem to be mistaken."

"Now, it seems that my father...is a master of martial arts."

Only now did Xue Zhe discover that the most painful thing in this world is not making up lies—he could make up tens of thousands of words without blinking—but how to explain the absurd "truth".

He is obviously a father and son, but he doesn't know anything about his father's martial arts attainments, and he doesn't even know about the existence of Jianghu. It wasn't until he encountered Unforgiveness that he discovered everything by "coincidence"...

This kind of logic may make sense to a modern person, but for the unforgiveness from a real, turbulent world, it is too much like a child's joke.

Even if he could barely believe it after all the previous things, then the Jiuming Xuanyin Jue in Xue Zhe's hand was the last straw that made this reluctant trust collapse.

coincidence?

It must be too coincidental...

At the beginning, Xue Zhe could try his best to explain what had happened in the past few days in a relaxed and cheerful tone.But the more he explained, the more unreasonable he felt. In the end, Xue Zhe had completely given up trying to let Bushe accept his statement. He just wanted to explain the truth as much as possible while concealing the fact that "you are from my book".

Believe it or not, he really doesn't care that much.

After the chain of cleverness and cleverness finished, Xue Zhe turned his head to the side, not wanting to see the unforgiving reaction.

It is right to be suspected of telling a lie, but if you are also suspected of telling the truth, it feels really aggrieved...

However, the culprit was still his own father...

Just as Xue Zhe was silently thinking about how to sue the empress dowager severely, he heard an answer.

"Thank you."

"...?"

Xue Zhe looked at Unforgive with some surprise.

This answer...

Bushe was silent for a while, and then said: "As the master of the Demon Sect, do you count as entering the rivers and lakes? Then..."

He hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "Will it be dangerous?"

Xue Zhe was stunned for a moment, and it took a few seconds for him to react. He shook his head and said, "No... even if someone wants to trouble me, he must first consider the meaning of our court here. Do you want to practice martial arts? It is a crime for a person to use force, but it is also a crime to force a fight against someone who does not want to fight."

He was also worried about the question Unforgiveness asked before, but Xue Qirong dispelled his worries in this way.According to the provisions of the "Convention", even if both parties are in the world, if they want to compete, they must first follow the rules, unless the other party has violated the taboo—if Shen Yueying hadn't mistakenly thought that he was a criminal. He didn't have the confidence to provoke directly without the law of granting martial arts in private.

After a pause, Xue Zhe smiled again: "What's more...with the arrogance of those people, they probably don't bother to argue with me, a powerless scholar."

Although Xue Zhe seemed a little far away from being powerless, he consciously humbled himself.

"That's good." Bushe nodded, with a relieved look on his face.

Xue Zhe looked at him intently, but found that the little doubt he had just now had completely disappeared at this moment, and he returned to his usual expressionless face before, only occasionally when he glanced at the book in his hand, he could see it in his eyes. There was a trace of excitement that could not be concealed.

That's it?

Xue Zhe, who thought that even if he didn't get some doubts (after all, Bushe is not very good at questioning) would at least get some cold reception, couldn't help being a little dumbfounded.

This feeling of preparing everything for a storm only to get a rain of apricot blossoms... is so subtle.

But no matter how subtle it was, Xue Zhe would not be so stupid as to ask "Why don't you doubt me", and after a few more random words, he excused himself to sleep and sent Wu's forgiveness back to his room.

Too many things happened this day, he needs a good rest to be...

In the room of Unforgiveness.

He was cross-legged on the bed, gently rubbing the cover of the book with his hands, the quaint pages trembled slightly between his fingers, making a fine "rustling" sound.

What I thought was hopeless in my life, I never thought it would come true at this moment...

Even if he has learned to suppress all his emotions, at this moment, it is difficult to suppress the excitement in his heart.

How many years of lingering nightmares, how many times of coldness that invaded the whole body...

Taking a deep breath, Bushe slowly put down the book to calm down.

All of this is thanks to... him.

Thinking of the person who had a frowning face just now, who seemed to be talking with Huang Lian in his mouth, but still explained to him little by little what happened in the past few days, the corner of Unforgiveness's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

In all fairness, what Xue Zhe said before is really... too coincidental.

Especially... the book in his hand.

If Bushe is allowed to speculate based on the previous factors, then the most likely situation he can come up with is that Xue Zhe planned to use him from the very beginning.

The time we met in the woods was enough for Xue Zhe to discover what his martial arts were, and when he noticed that the martial arts he practiced happened to be the same as his own, he had the idea to use him.

As for the subsequent events, it may be accidental, or it may be a calculation that was fully arranged by someone...

When Bushe first thought of this possibility, he felt very sad.

But soon, he was relieved.

What about using it?

Those people he met before also wanted to use him in exchange for glory and wealth, in exchange for a road to the sky. What they gave was the combination of swords and treacherous calculations, and they had to flee back to the Valley of Unforgiveness in embarrassment. Died on the way.

And Xue Zhe...

In fact, sometimes, being used is not unacceptable.

Unforgivable because martial arts are originally extremely talented—thanks to Comrade Xue for his generous setting—shortly after he got the complete book of Jiu Ming Xuan Yin Jue, he understood it in a general way within a few days. And Comrade Xue Qirong, who was free and ran to his son every day, did not hesitate to give pointers, which made his strength improve a lot in a short period of time.

However, in a harmonious society, even if martial arts are greatly improved, they cannot be used casually to eradicate violence and improve the good. The advancement of unforgivable martial arts seems to be mainly used in some places where chickens are killed with sledgehammers...

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Bushe walked into Xue Zhe's room lightly.

This time is enough for Bu’an, who always goes to bed early and wakes up early, to get up in the morning before going out for morning exercises and buy some breakfast, but for Xue Zhe, who loves to stay up late every day and not stay in bed until one or two o’clock in the morning, it is just the right time for a good night’s sleep. when.

Bushe glanced at the computer table not far from the bed, where there were a lot of messy snack bags—most people who stay up late like to prepare some snacks to satisfy their hunger, Bushe has already practiced from the number of snack bags The ability to speculate on how long Xue Zhe stayed up last night, and it's almost the same.

Expecting someone to wake up voluntarily now seems unlikely...

With a swipe, Bushe opened the thick curtains, and the morning sun came in from the window, and began to dance unscrupulously on Xue Zhe's face.

Xue Zhe's eyelids moved slightly, and then he turned over without hesitation, turned his back to the sun, and tried to continue meeting Duke Zhou.

There is no other way—seemingly helpless but subtly happy in his heart, he sighed in disbelief, grabbed the quilt tightly wrapped around Xue Zhe with one hand, and began to slowly pull it out.

His strength is not strong, so it is difficult to wake up a guy who insists on immersing himself in sleep, and he is not in a hurry, but slowly pulls off most of the quilt, exposing the person wrapped under it.

His eyes circled around Xue Zhe's body, and he fixed his eyes on a good attack spot, and nodded secretly.

"Azhe, get up." Before making a move, you still have to move your mouth.

"..." There was no reaction at all, Xue Zhe was determined to continue sleeping.

Great, let's get started.

With palms formed into knives, concentrated strength in the palm, Unforgiveness decisively landed a palm, pierced through someone's neckline, and stuck to his back.

a while.

"Hiss—" He took a deep breath, and Xue Zhe shrank—the move Bu'she used was the Ice Palm recorded in Xuanyin. Is it enough to freeze the internal organs of a human body into an ice mass, and stick it directly on the human flesh like now...

Huddled in the warm bed and having a sweet dream but someone came suddenly, Xue Zhe suddenly woke up from the dream, twisting subconsciously trying to shake off the cold hands on his back—it’s a pity that if it can be done so easily, If you don't forgive me, you will be a master... After tossing around like a maggot for a few minutes, Xue Zhe's sleepiness suddenly disappeared.

"Okay, okay, I'll get up!" Xue Zhe gritted his teeth as he threw off the quilt and took a few steps.

Unshe withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and nodded—the task of waking someone up was successfully completed, and he was ready to have breakfast.

As a freelancer, irregular life is the norm. Even if Xue Zhe is still conscious, it is far from enough to let him work and rest normally.And the alarm clock and the like are really not enough to counter Xue Zhe's determination to sleep in.

Therefore, Mr. Xue, who was always worried that his son would turn upside down and ruin his health, entrusted Unforgive with a job as a half-teacher very unkindly-to urge someone to get up on time.

It is not necessary to go to bed on time, after all, Bu She is used to going to bed early.Anyway, after doing this a few times, if Xue Zhe doesn't want to die every morning, he will naturally go to bed when it's time to sleep.

Naturally, Xue Zhe strongly protested against this point, but it is a pity that after being educated by Mr. Xue that staying up late will cause harm to the body, he completely ignored Xue Zhe's protest and even threats, and resolutely said it every morning. Wake someone up at regular intervals—after being tortured several times, Xue Zhe had to give up staying up late and waking up late.Of course, occasionally he will be unconscious, the consequences...

"I'll give you a heart attack sooner or later..." Xue Zhe said vaguely while biting a piece of bread.

"Uncle Xue said that if you don't do this, you will sooner or later be mentally weak." Although Bu Cang has not yet figured out what mental weakness is, he only needs to understand that it is a troublesome disease.

"Cut..." Although he was upset, Xue Zhe had to admit that his father's worries were justified - after all, several of his colleagues were getting worse and worse due to the upside-down life. He is also quite vigilant.

But that doesn't mean he's happy to be called out like that...

While Xue Zhe was silently thinking about how to take revenge in the future, his cell phone rang suddenly.

"Hello?" Xue Zhe's tone suddenly became blunt when he took the phone and found that it was his father's call.

"Are you awake? It seems that Xiao Amnesty is very conscientious." Father Xue said cheerfully—in Xue Zhe's opinion, it was pure gloating.

"...If you have something to say, say it early, if you have nothing to say, hang up early." Xue Zhe gritted his teeth.

"Of course there is something--the little ghost's household registration and ID card are almost done now, remember to go to the police station to get it some other day."

"Oh?" This is something Xue Zhe has been thinking about.In modern society, it is basically difficult to get anywhere without a household registration certificate and an ID card. However, if such a real "black household" without parents or family background wants to apply for an identity certificate, the procedures required are extremely cumbersome. , annoying enough.

Now that it's finally settled, he also has something on his mind.

"Remember to tell me after you get it, otherwise it will be difficult to book a plane ticket." Xue Qirong's next sentence surprised Xue Zhe—book a plane ticket?do what?

"Needless to say, of course it's the martial arts conference, my dear sect master's son!" Xue Qirong said happily on the other side of the phone.