My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

It has been more than three months since Feng Dafu and Tong Zijin left Jiushan School and headed east. I received a letter from Feng Dafu.The letter said that he and Tong Zijin had settled down in their hometown on the East China Sea, opened a medical clinic, Feng Dafu saw a doctor, and Tong Zijin kept accounts. Proudly said that Tong Zijin has only hit him once in half a month.Enclosed with the letter is Feng Dafu's latest manuscript, saying that Tong Zijin asked him to write based on the stories we have experienced together, and not to circulate it to others, but to give me a copy as a souvenir.

The title of the book is "Return of the Clouds", and I opened Chapter 1, and the title read "The son of a family is so romantic, he goes boating in the Yanbo Tower at a starry night".

I just don't want to watch it anymore.

This dog thing also named me Ouyang Shuangjiang in the book, saying that it was for the needs of the plot, so that from the name to the character, I could be shaped into an image of a family member who is idle and idle, living among thousands of flowers without even touching himself.Xia Yu, on the other hand, fell in love with the heroine and was a positive hero with strong martial arts skills.

I just hate that I didn't punch him a few more times when I had the chance to spar with him.If we can really meet again in the future, I will definitely push him to the ground and beat him again.

Having said that, I thought about the fact that I and him were not in the same boat, and I immediately became much more at ease.Because during the past three months, the script I wrote with him as the protagonist has been handed over to the storyteller in the town at the foot of the mountain, and it is said that it is surprisingly popular.

Because I was injured after being poisoned, Xia Yu didn't urge me to practice martial arts for a long time, nor asked me to write documents for him.Qian Chongxue is approaching day by day, he has become very busy, he is often not in the sect, when he is away, I will occasionally take the initiative to look at his documents, other than that, I know I can't help, so I will never make trouble Looking for a beating.

In this way, I have more leisure time. Not only did I write Feng Dafu’s storybook, but I also wrote several stories about the chivalrous actions of the head of a certain faction that I made up by myself and the accidental encounter with the eldest lady of the martial arts family and the beautiful female ranger. Then there were short stories like this, although they didn't say it clearly, they pointed directly at Xia Yu.I also gave it to a few storytellers I am familiar with, and they also told me that they hoped that I would often write stories and give them to them.

Surprisingly, not long ago, when Xia Yu was away, I received three letters from my parents who hadn't heard from me for two years, one for me, one for Xia Yu, and one for Dr. Liu .I only opened mine, opened it, and it was nothing more than ordinary greetings, saying how many places they had traveled and how many scenery they had seen, but in the end they still did not reveal their whereabouts to me.In the letter, my father still scolded me for not being good at martial arts, and said that when he came back, he would fight me with his own hands; but my mother said that she hoped that I could find something I really like to do, and it doesn't matter to practice martial arts. I am happy.

It can be seen from the handwriting that father and mother experienced a fierce confrontation when they wrote the letter. I'm afraid they really moved their hands. On the piece of paper that father wrote first, the last word was only half written, and the ink dragged on for a long time. On the second half of the page, my mother's beautiful handwriting overwhelmed the room until the end, and there was also a flower drawn by her.

Obviously my dad lost again.I looked at this letter paper with vivid handwriting and ink dots, and smiled unconsciously. Since there are still people who miss me in the distance, my life is still happy.

Then I handed Dr. Liu's letter to him, but it took two days for the other letter to be delivered to Xia Yu.This is also the first time I went to see him since we saw him off at the mountain gate that day.He was still the same as before, after being himself, he didn't talk much, and he didn't smile much.Originally, I was standing by and watching him open the letter, but I was a little curious whether the letter my father and mother wrote to him was the same as mine, so I asked, "What did my father and mother write to you?"

"Nothing." It seemed that he didn't want to tell me.

"mean."

"I want to see for myself." He glared at me and directly stuffed the letter into my hand.

My letter has been written for nearly ten pages, but Xia Yu's has only three sheets of paper, and each sheet has only one sentence, which are "You will never get back with a lifetime." It was also written by my mother and my father. My mother wrote the first half of the sentence "be careful in everything, and safety is the top priority."

In three sentences, I only understood the last five words, and suddenly felt a chill down my back, and I was about to break out in a cold sweat.

"Have you finished watching?" Xia Yu asked.

"It's over..." I have no confidence at all, why does my father let Xia Yu supervise me!Has he not given up his dream of making me a martial arts master?

"Father's life is hard to break, you say so." Xia Yu looked at me and sneered.

"..."

I shouldn't be pretentious and go to read the letter my parents wrote to him. It's fine if I don't understand the few words that may be code words about sect affairs. Now I have seen the basis for Xia Yu to teach me, no matter how big it is Dissatisfaction can only be suppressed and swallowed.

"I haven't looked at you much these three months because I broke your leg and let you recuperate. Now you can run around, why don't you let me see how much you have become unfamiliar with martial arts in the past three months. "

"No, no, no, no! I came to deliver your letter today without having breakfast!" I hated myself for unnecessary actions.

"Draw your sword!" Xia Yu didn't listen to me at all, so he picked up the vermilion pen for daily approval from the table, walked to the open space outside the door, and assumed the posture of using a short blade.

With a pen against my sword?There are so many tricks, I can't beat him empty-handed, but he insists on using a pen as a weapon, what did this pen do wrong?What am I doing wrong again?He just wants to humiliate me in another way, right?

But I dare not refuse, if I compete with him, it is still a relationship between the two parties, if I refuse to compete, the result will be that I will be beaten unilaterally.I had no choice but to draw my sword, bite the bullet and walked out, posing a martial art gesture upright.

"You go first, you attack and I defend." Xia Yu said.

What else can I do, it doesn't make any difference whether I hit him first or he hits me first, anyway, I can't beat him, the way I rushed up first is like dying.

"Momentum!" Xia Yu took my first move without moving. I didn't stop moving, but he could easily pick apart every sword of mine with a pen, and he could teach me a lesson while striking, "said How many times has it happened! You have no deterrence in your moves, and you lost before you even started! If you don’t have the sword energy, you have to shout! Haven’t you watched the disciples practice? When you make moves, shouting can also make up for the momentum of your moves!”

"I can't yell!" I yelled loudly.When practicing, the disciples really asked to "drink! Ha!" when making a move. On the one hand, it is to practice momentum, and on the other hand, it is also to adjust the rhythm and breathing.But I always felt that the shouts came out of my mouth, and I was not only not passionate, but tired.When my father presided over the training before, I just kept my mouth shut and kept my mouth shut when my father was in charge of the training. Only when my father came to my side would I pretend to shout.

After a difficult move with Xia Yu, he just stood there and blocked all my moves with that vermilion pen. Moreover, he found a chance to turn defense into offense and use the pen as a blade on me in the gap between defenses. I tapped several cinnabar points. If he used a real knife, I'm afraid there would have been a hole in my body, and with such a disparity in strength, I still think he didn't use all his strength.

"You said you couldn't shout?" Xia Yu said coldly.

"...No, I just feel like shouting..."

"I'll teach you to shout."

"Wait……!"

"Drink!"

As soon as Xia Yu finished speaking, he yelled, and rushed over with his hands, holding a pen straight to my face. I just felt that his whole body was surrounded by a gust of wind, which was indeed a strong aura!The first thing I saw was the dust swirling around his feet to support the fallen leaves when he started. The next moment his pen was in front of my eyes, and I wanted to take half a step back and raise my sword to block it. But you can really feel his body lingering or the vigor brought by his movements rushing towards your face, everywhere is suppressed, this is the attack style of our Nine Mountains School of Swordsmanship!I couldn't raise my sword in the end, so I subconsciously closed my eyes.

"See, even if I haven't touched you, I can hold you down first." I opened my eyes, and saw Xia Yu's pen stopped less than three inches in front of my eyes. If he didn't stop, This pen must be able to pierce my whole head through, right?

"..." I don't know what to say. When he taught me in the past, he mostly taught defensive styles, and he didn't mention the so-called momentum. I often practice self-defense skills.And when he taught me to defend, although he opposed me in an offensive style, he must have played hard. He only taught me skills, but he never made me feel such a strong sense of oppression.

"Look carefully!" Xia Yu drew a cross on my forehead with a pen, "I'm practicing the first form of attacking here. If I want to shout out, I'll hear it in the room too! If you can't practice well, you're not allowed to eat."

"I didn't eat breakfast today..."

"The disciples are not as good as you, do you still have the face to eat?"

"I……"

"Are you embarrassed to shout? Or don't you want to shout yourself? If so, I can accompany you to learn from screaming."

"...I yelled, I yelled." What else could I do?

My brother is so strong, I am also very desperate!