Cultivation of the present

After making up his mind, Mu Xuan followed the big man who looked like a low-level thug all the way.In his previous life, Mu Xuan had practiced mundane martial arts mentality. Even though his body has no kung fu foundation, he can still control his breath easily.In addition, he is thin and weak, as long as he pays attention not to be watched by others, he has no sense of existence at all.

This follow, followed for a whole day.

The man went to a billiards hall after breakfast. There was no one there in the morning, so he rolled up his sleeves and dozed off in the hall. He ordered a takeaway at noon, which seemed to be an accounting.In the afternoon, the number of people gradually increased. He is not a professional training partner, and occasionally he took the pole to play for a while.Like him, he usually has nothing to do, but once someone messes up, he must be the first to rush up.When night fell and there were more people, a man who looked very capable replaced the fat man.Although the big man is superior in size, but a discerning person can tell at a glance that the lean man is even better.Places such as billiard halls and bars are often prone to accidents at night. Since the big man only looks at the venues during the day, he must not have a high status in the Hon Hai Club.

The big man went out, and Mu Xuan, who had been guarding in the corner for a day, followed quietly.He hardly ate anything that day. Although the guests who came and went had money, he didn't do anything.During the period, an old man who collected rags came over, collected some drink bottles from the billiard hall, and gave the other party some money.Mu Xuan secretly remembered this scene, he didn't intend to make a living by recycling second-hand goods, but he could use this as an excuse to explain the source of his money.

Mu Xuan followed the big man all the way to a secluded alley, the big man entered a private house, Mu Xuan concentrated in the dark, listening to the small voice from inside, the corners of his lips curled up.

This is a bottom gambling house.

That being the case, he didn't have to hesitate any more.Gambling is not the right way, even if you win money, it is also ill-gotten wealth, and it is obtained in a proper way.He looked at the face of the big man. It was originally a round face with the word "Tian", but it became a face with the word "Shen" because of the curled hair on the top of the head and the composted flesh under the jaw. "Shen" literally has hidden good luck, and this big man has been lucky recently. As long as he doesn't meet his nemesis, today's game is very safe.

Sure enough, Mu Xuan endured the cold in the summer night and waited for a full night. At Yinshi (03:30 in the morning), when the sky gradually turned white, the big man walked out of the room with a red face, and he must have won a big victory.

I saw him walking briskly away from the casino, looking totally defenseless.At this time, there was no one in any street or alley, so Mu Xuan aimed at the most relaxing moment for him, used up the remaining real energy, raised his hand like a knife, and slashed at the back of the big man's neck.

The cultivator's true energy, even if it was at the end of its strength, was still hard for a big man to resist. He fell silently, without even a chance to struggle.After Mu Xuan carefully confirmed, he found all the money on him, and then dragged him to the side of the road.In unplanned areas of the city, a drainage ditch will be dug on the side of some dirt roads to prevent heavy rain and water accumulation.Residents nearby would throw dirty water into it, but now Mu Xuan threw the big man in, leaving his head to breathe outside.

After doing all this, Mu Xuan looked at the big man's stupid face and felt that something was missing.He stretched out his foot and stepped on the man's face a few times, looked at the dust on his face, and finally left with satisfaction.

To be able to survive this day is all due to the true essence in the body.Now that his true essence is completely exhausted, and the old wounds healed only [-]% and have not healed, he has no strength at all now.Reluctantly walked back to the steamed stuffed bun shop in the morning, there was no shop open at four o'clock in the morning, he couldn't hold on, and passed out.Before fainting, Mu Xuan did not forget to stuff the money into his bosom and put it under his armpit.With his vigilance, even if he fainted, if someone wanted to take his money, the body search would wake him up.

I don't know how long he fainted, until a strong fragrance wafted over, and Mu Xuan was stimulated by the hunger in his stomach.When he woke up, he found that he was no longer lying on the ground, but someone helped him to a chair, and he was covered with a worn coat.

First he touched his armpits, the money was still there.Only then did Mu Xuan look around in peace. He was sitting outdoors on a chair by the door, with a table in front of him. Judging from the rising position of the sun, it was only two o'clock in the morning (six o'clock in the morning). , he only lost consciousness for an hour.

Seeing him wake up, a person came over with a bowl and a plate.The somewhat swollen, bullying Auntie Bao put the steamed stuffed bun and soy milk in front of Mu Xuan with a disheveled face, and said angrily, "After eating, leave quickly, don't pretend to be dead in front of my house, and hinder business!"

Mu Xuan looked at the steaming steamed buns and freshly ground soy milk, slowly moved his fingers, picked up the bowl and took a sip.

The warm soybean milk flows into the stomach along the esophagus, and the heat is distributed from the inside of the body to all parts of the body.Mu Xuan, who was already hungry, exhausted and cold to the limit of his body's endurance, could not help but let out a comfortable sigh, picked up the buns quickly but still ate them gracefully.

Aunt Bao gave three big buns according to the food intake of a normal person. Mu Xuan was so hungry that he was going crazy, feeling like he could eat the whole bun shop in one go.Of course, he definitely didn't have that ability. Three steamed buns were enough for a 14-year-old boy's body. Even if Mu Xuan was starved to death, he would still be half full.

Knowing that you can't eat too much when you are extremely hungry, Mu Xuan rubbed his belly, drank the soy milk slowly, and then sat on the chair and was warmed by the sun. His body was so lazy that he didn't want to move a single finger.

Aunt Bao came over with a stern face, glared at Mu Xuan and said, "Hurry up and leave after eating, and I will be a master in a while, you are sitting here preventing me from looking for you!"

Mu Xuan blinked his eyes, the boy was neutral and pretty, his face was rosy after eating, and the blink of his eyes was so cute.He watched Mrs. Bao's expression gradually soften, and said very obediently: "Don't you need to give me money?"

"You still know how to give money?" Madam Bao became depressed, boy, what are you doing with such a pure face, who doesn't know your virtue, my son has been robbed four times by you!When she saw Mu Xuan fainted at the door of the house, Aunt Bao really wanted to kick him into the gutter, but the child was thin and small, and he knew what Mu Laixi was like, so she softened her heart after just looking at it. Just one meal, if this little brat dares to rob her son after eating her family's meal, he will never leave him alone next time!

Mu Xuan put his hands in his pockets, and with a pull, the two empty pockets were turned out, with an expression that he had no money at all.

"Hurry up and get out!" Madam Bao felt that if she couldn't keep up with this boy, she wanted to hit him with a rolling pin, so she hurried away.

Unexpectedly, Mu Xuan stood up and said, "Let me help you with the work to repay the debt."

Aunt Bao really copied the rolling pin this time. She hit Mu Xuan on the ass with a stick and said, "What a shit job! Go to school, stop bullying my son, and I will burn incense for you!"

go to school……

Both Mu Xuan's father and the aunt in front of him said they wanted to go to school, so it must be a private school or something.This is a good place to learn about the world, but he didn't go all day yesterday, I don't know if the husband can play the board.Besides, he doesn't know where the school is, and he needs someone to lead the way.

Just as he was thinking about it, a little fat man came out from the shop, rubbed his eyes and said to Mrs. Bao, "Mom, where is my school uniform? When the flag is raised on Monday, you must wear the school uniform. If you don't wear it, the teacher will make you stand."

Oh, there happened to be a guide.

"The school uniform is right next to your bed! Wash your face and eat quickly, or you will be late!" Mrs. Bao has always taught her son with a big stick and no carrots, and reprimanded education as the main method. At the next parent meeting, the teacher picked you up again to criticize you for being the last in the class, so I'll just hit you to death with a rolling pin, and you'll be a good student!"

Bao Xiaoming shivered, woke up completely, rubbed his eyes, and saw Mu Xuan who was smiling wickedly at him outside the steamed stuffed bun shop.

"Hey, Bao Xiaoming, let's go to school together." Mu Xuan waved his hand enthusiastically.

"Ah!" Fatty Bao ran back into the house as if he had seen a ghost. Is Emma going to force his pocket money again?He managed to get the money from his mother under the pretext of buying stationery, and he didn't even eat a popsicle, so Mu Xuan snatched it away!But... but Mu Xuan fights so hard that he dares to fight high school students, he...

Shaking the fat on his body, he is just cowardly and can't help it...

Aunt Bao looked at Mu Xuan suspiciously: "What are you doing? Little bastard, don't bully my son!"

Mu Xuan withdrew the evil smile just now, and said to Aunt Bao obediently: "Why, Bao Xiaoming is easily bullied at school, so I can take care of him by accompanying him to school."

He tried his best to imitate the words he heard yesterday, and tried his best not to bring in the words commonly used in his previous life.

Aunt Bao looked at his "sincere" smiling face and nodded, "You have a conscience."

When Bao Xiaoming cleaned up, Mu Xuan also washed his face, and then helped Aunt Bao carry the dishes and pick up the buns.At seven o'clock when the students go to school, there are so many people that they are too busy. Mu Xuan is quick to learn and doesn't touch money at all. When Mrs. Bao is too busy, she just lets him go.

Busy until 07:30, the little fat man finally came out after finishing his meal. He didn't want to go to school with Mu Xuan.

Well, he doesn't want to go to school without Mu Xuan.

After Bao Xiaoming finished his work, Aunt Bao drove Mu Xuan away: "I'm too busy, you two hurry up and leave."

Mu Xuan wiped his hands, smiled at the little fat man, and saw the little fat man trembling with satisfaction, stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and dragged him to school.

Along the way, the little fat man glanced at Mu Xuan from time to time, opened his mouth a few times, and finally closed his mouth.He took people to the school, and when he arrived at the class gate, he saw that the students finally gained confidence, slipped to their seats, patted their chests and took a deep breath, Mu Xuan was so scary, he pinched his stomach several times along the way!

Mu Xuan was standing in front of the class, not knowing the seat, but seeing that all the students in the class were wearing the same blue and white striped clothes, while he was wearing a pair of patterned pants (actually camouflage) and a short-sleeved shirt , finally realized that he was being tricked by that little fat man.

He gave Bao Xiaoming a vicious look, and walked over to ask where the seat was, but at this moment a stern female voice came from behind: "Mu Xuan, where is your school uniform?"

……

Mu Xuan leaned against the wall and stood outside the class door, staring at all the people who looked like teachers and fat people walking back and forth in the corridor, viciously.

Mu Xuancai was allowed to return to his seat after standing fully until the flag-raising ceremony was over after the second period.At that time there was only one empty seat in the class, just in front of Bao Xiaoming, Mu Xuan walked over step by step, smiled at Bao Xiaoming, and sat back in his seat.

He originally planned to teach Bao Xiaoming a lesson, but the teacher said a lot of bird songs in front of the podium, and the students stood up and answered a bird song together, the teacher said another bird song, and the students sat down.

Mu Xuan silently turned his head to look at the textbook opened by the girl at the same table. There were a bunch of strange characters that were more spells than spells, and there was not a single recognizable word.

Mu Xuan: "..."

The teacher wrote the same characters as those in the book with a white pen on a black wooden board, and spoke something half Zhongzhou dialect and half bird language.In the middle of the hum, the English teacher accurately flew towards Mu Xuan with a piece of chalk.Unexpectedly, Mu Xuan was very alert, a chalk head jumped over him and hit Bao Xiaoming who was dozing behind him.

"Stand up!" the English teacher said angrily.

Bao Xiaoming stood up with a sad face, and was about to listen to the teacher's words and walk out of the classroom, but the English teacher said: "I didn't mention you, Mu Xuan, the textbooks!"

Mu Xuan stood up silently. How did he know how to conjure an English book from his empty desk?No wonder Bao Xiaoming is carrying a big backpack, so now everyone can have a book in class?You must know that in the private school in the previous life, except for the rich who could have a book, the rest of the children wrote it from memory.

In the third English class, Mu Xuan was still standing outside the door.

Fourth algebra class...

The spells in this world are really mysterious things. They obviously don't have any magic power in them, but they can make people feel like they have splitting headaches just looking at them!Mu Xuan silently observed the students in the class. At least half of the students showed the same expression when facing the algebra book.

At noon Mu Xuan ate with Bao Xiaoming in the cafeteria with a gloomy face. The meal ticket was of course Bao Xiaoming's, and he followed Bao Xiaoming to class in the afternoon.Fortunately, the afternoon is about geography and history, which is what Mu Xuan urgently needs to know.Although the characters in the book are slightly different from the ones he is familiar with, they are not ghost-painted symbols but square characters after all. Coupled with the teacher's narration and Mu Xuan's own experience, he can understand even guessing.In this class, Bao Xiaoming slept openly and aboveboard, he didn't care about the teacher at all, and the rest of the students rarely listened carefully, unlike the English algebra class in the morning, he was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, but he still didn't dare to sleep.

So disrespectful of teachers...

Mu Xuan shook his head secretly. Although he has become a demon by Taoism, he always respects his teacher.Unexpectedly, disciples in this world are so rude.

He snatched Bao Xiaoming's textbook and notebook, and listened to two classes carefully. Mu Xuan finally understood the outline of the world a little bit. I fell in love with this map that draws the whole world on a piece of paper.

There is no need to personally explore, just by looking at the terrain on the map, you can simply infer where the aura is strong in this country.

Mu Xuan tapped lightly on the location of City L on the map, frowning slightly.Strangely, from the perspective of landforms, although the spiritual energy here is not as good as the famous mountains and rivers, it should not be so scarce, at least it can allow him to practice. Where did the spiritual energy of the world go?

Just as Mu Xuan was thinking, the bell rang for the next class. He looked at the class schedule at the same table and knew that this was a self-study class. It was said that this was the time for the students to practice by themselves.He didn't put away his textbook, but turned over the world map and continued to draw.

At this time, the English teacher whom I met in the morning came in with a large stack of papers. The students were not surprised at all. Even Bao Xiaoming had put the English textbooks on the table.

Isn't this... a self-study class?

When Mu Xuanzheng was puzzled, the English teacher said on the podium: "This class is a quiz."

There was a chorus of crying in the class.