Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

Both the martial arts test and the literary test have ended, today is the day when the results are released, the master ordered someone to post a notice outside the school, early in the morning, many people gathered around, all huddled together to look for their names.

There were too many people, and the small courtyard was crowded. Yin Qiuli stood on tiptoe and looked around for a long time, but he could only see a dark figure.

After a while, it was time to enter the classroom to study. Yin Qiu wanted to find out his essay test results as soon as possible, so he bit the bullet and squeezed into the crowd. However, Yin Qiu was thin and not tall, and he lingered in the same place for a while She couldn't move forward, and she was worrying, when she saw Fu Xiang pushed aside the crowd and came towards her, and said with joy, "Yin Qiu! I saw it for you! Tanhualang!"

Upon hearing this, Yin Qiu hurried forward and said, "Really? No.3?"

Fu Xiang seemed to be happier than her: "It's amazing, even I am only eighth, you are really good at studying."

After all, Yin Qiu entered school not long ago, and there are many students who came before her in the classroom. It is not easy to pass the No. 3 exam. Yin Qiu smiled and said: "Our classrooms are different, and we learn different things. Yours The eighth is much better than my third."

The two withdrew from the crowd and walked down the corridor. Fu Xiang looked proud: "If you want to say that, I am still the first in the martial arts test. Compared with this, you have to work harder."

Yin Qiuwu got the fifth place in the trial, which is pretty good. How can she compare with Fu Xiang?

The surroundings were full of chattering discussions from disciples. Fu Xiang took Yin Qiu to a relatively quiet place and asked, "By the way, what happened yesterday? Originally, I was waiting for you in the yard, but later I saw you. Uncle Master has sent you back, so it is not good to disturb you, please tell me quickly."

Mentioning this, Yin Qiu was a little speechless, and said, "Don't mention it, luckily my uncle was there yesterday, otherwise I would have died of anxiety."

Fu Xiang's eyes flickered slightly, he smiled when he saw Yin Qiu, touched his chin and said, "Your reaction is interesting...don't say it, let me guess." She walked around Yin Qiu twice, looking With a look full of interest, "I guess, when Senior Sister Ding saw you, she must have thrown me out of the sky, right?"

Yin Qiu was taken aback, and looked at her suspiciously: "How do you know?"

"Of course I know," Fu Xiang smiled slyly, "otherwise I wouldn't ask you to go for me."

Yin Qiu pondered her words for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Fu Xiang leisurely leaned against the porch pillar, and said: "What else can you mean? Senior Sister Ding likes pretty girls. I'm not blowing your face. Anyone who sees it will have to think about it. How could Senior Sister Ding not like you?"

Yin Qiu came to his senses immediately, and said angrily, "So you expected it a long time ago, you let me go on purpose!"

Fu Xiang said: "Except for you, I can't find anyone else in this yard to help me. Besides, you threw the pot of the medicine bottle on my head, and you are not allowed to repay me once? Is this also voluntary on your part. "

No wonder she was so confident before, saying that as long as Yin Qiu goes out, she is absolutely sure, and the relationship is planned from the beginning, and she just waits for Yin Qiu to nod.

"I'm ignoring you!" Yin Qiu snorted and walked away.

"Hey! Don't be angry!" Fu Xiang hurriedly grabbed Yin Qiu, and smiled apologetically, "I did it as a last resort."

"You're just using me!" Yin Qiu felt displeased, "It's fine if you made it clear to me earlier, but you know that Senior Sister Ding might be pestering me, and you still treat me like a fool to protect you. But if you want to help you sincerely, why are you doing this?"

Fu Xiang had never seen Yin Qiu lose his temper, so he couldn't help but panicked, and said, "How can this be exploited? This is called mutual help between good friends!"

Yin Qiu pushed her away and stomped his feet angrily: "You're making a lot of nonsense, I can't say no to you, I won't be with you!"

"Oh, don't!" Fu Xiangfu held Yin Qiu again, and said with a playful smile, "I didn't force you, did you agree to it yourself? Besides, didn't you also say that Master Man was there? Then there must be no Is something wrong?"

Yin Qiu looked at her: "You're still laughing! What if the uncle wasn't there yesterday? What do you ask me to do?"

"It's impossible for her not to be here," Fu Xiangsha said in a serious manner, "I heard that a newcomer came to the courtyard the day before and had an argument with you. Although Uncle Man was not there, he specially called a senior sister to help you out of the siege. Uncle Man is very concerned about you, so she will definitely be there during the martial arts test, firstly to see if the newcomer will trouble you, and to see how you perform in the martial arts test , She will come no matter what, seeing you being taken away by Senior Sister Ding, how could Uncle Man ignore you?"

Hearing her words, Yin Qiu couldn't help being surprised that Fu Xiang was so thoughtful. Not only did she anticipate Ding Lianzhen's reaction when she saw Yin Qiu, but she also calculated Man Jiangxue into it. Participating in person, she is fully aware of any possible changes, and achieved her desired goal without any effort.

The more Yin Qiu thinks about it, the more unpleasant it becomes. Since she met Fu Xiang, she has had a very good impression of Fu Xiang from the beginning to the end, and she also regards her as her only friend. Unexpectedly, Fu Xiang is usually careless and informal, but his heart is so deep , Yin Qiu suddenly felt that he still knew very little about Fu Xiang, as if he had never really understood her.

Even though this matter was really not a big deal, Yin Qiu couldn't help feeling awkward, feeling that he had fallen into Fu Xiang's trap in a daze, and didn't realize it at all.

When the bell rang, it was time. All the disciples in the courtyard started to walk towards the classroom. Yin Qiu turned his head away with a sullen face and said, "Stop talking, let's go to study."

Seeing that her demeanor was not good, Fu Xiang knew that Yin Qiu must be unhappy, so he followed her footsteps and said, "Good Xiaoqiu, don't be angry with me, you see, you have Uncle Man to protect you, but I am I'm alone, I can't count on others when something happens, I can only find my own way, I really didn't mean to lie to you, can you forgive me?"

Yin Qiu couldn't help slowing down after hearing these words.

She thought of Fu Xiang's life experience for a moment, and thought that Master Fu didn't care about her, and only threw Fu Xiang to Yunhua Palace to fend for herself. She didn't care about it for so long. If Fu Xiang learned well, he could go back. If she doesn't learn well, she may have to stay in Yunhua Palace for the rest of her life. Yin Qiu is still taken care of by Man Jiangxue, but Fu Xiang has nothing. In a way, she is actually more pitiful than Yin Qiu.

Looking at Fu Xiang's earnest eyes, Yin Qiu's heart softened, and he said dryly, "I'm not angry with you."

Feeling relieved, Fu Xiang grabbed Yin Qiu's shoulders and coaxed her: "It's fine if you don't get angry, don't really ignore me, I only have a good friend like you, if you ignore me, my life will be meaningless I can only find a piece of tofu and crash it to death."

Yin Qiu was amused by her and laughed, and said, "You are so thick-skinned, it would be strange if the tofu hit you to death."

"Then I'll hit the wall!" Fu Xiang made a gesture to find the wall.

"Okay, stop making trouble," Yin Qiu pulled off Fu Xiang's hand, "If you don't come into the classroom, the master will punish you!"

After she finished speaking, she walked into the hall in a hurry. Fu Xiang looked at her back and raised the corners of her lips slightly.

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Just as Yin Qiu entered the classroom, the master followed in. The students all bowed down and greeted the master. The master praised the top three for the release of the rankings, and then rushed to the door and said, "Come in." .”

Under the curious eyes of the crowd, Meng Jing was wearing a brand-new student uniform and stood by the door expressionlessly.

"This is a new classmate. He is twelve years old. His name is Meng Jing. He will study with you from now on. Please take care of him."

Just hearing Meng Jing's name, all the students in the room showed a clear expression. The story of him beating Yin Qiu a few days ago has spread throughout the New Disciple Academy. Jing heard something, and for a while, the students whispered to each other, whispering constantly.

"It's him? The one who made trouble when he first arrived two days ago."

"I heard that his parents were killed by the Ziwei Sect. He insisted that it was Yin Qiu who killed him, and beat Yin Qiu in front of several senior brothers."

"How did such a fool get assigned to our classroom?"

"Where are you going if you don't come to our place? It seems that you have never read a book. Can he understand other classrooms?"

……

The intermittent words came to her ears, and Meng Jing felt uncomfortable when she heard it, and secretly clenched her fists.

"Quiet!" The master drank this sentence, looked around for a while, pointed to the disciple beside Yin Qiu, and said, "You, sit in the back, Meng Jing, you go and take his place."

The disciple was taken aback for a moment, then looked sideways at Yin Qiu who was also in astonishment, and didn't say much, so he honestly packed up his pen and ink and gave up his seat.

Meng Jing raised his eyes to look at Yin Qiu, his expression changed instantly, and he said coldly, "I don't want to be at the same table with her."

"You don't have a place to talk!" The master said concisely, "I let you sit and you sit, don't delay the old man's lecture, go over!"

Meng Jing gritted her teeth, reluctantly walked to Yin Qiu's side, slammed down the pen and ink, and sat down.

The students looked puzzled, you looked at me and I looked at you, as if they didn't understand what the master meant by this move.

"When you enter the school, you are classmates. I have to forget about the big hatred in the past. The old man's rules are here. I don't ask you to get along with each other sincerely. At least in the old man's class. If anyone dares to make trouble, I will never Can't spare him!" The master glanced around condescendingly, without falling on Meng Jing and Yin Qiu, and said loudly, "Turn out the books and read aloud in the morning!"

Soon, there was the sound of flipping books in the room, and the students sat upright, holding the books high in front of their eyes, and began to recite in unison.

Yin Qiu never expected that Meng Jing would be in the same classroom with her, and even became her deskmate. This situation is so embarrassing, how embarrassing it is. Ning got up, and didn't even look at the textbooks much.

Fortunately, Meng Jing didn't provoke her during the whole morning. Perhaps his wife had greeted him beforehand. Although his face was extremely ugly, he didn't deliberately pick Yin Qiu's thorns, and just sat there without saying a word. The seat is like a wooden stake that cannot be moved.

Classes were over at noon, and the students went to the dining hall to eat as usual. Fu Xiang knew that he was ashamed of Yin Qiu, and when he heard the bell, he rushed to wait for her.

When the two met, Fu Xiang performed well again and told Yin Qiu a lot of jokes, but Yin Qiu was depressed and depressed.

"What's the matter?" Fu Xiang looked at Yin Qiu, "Are you still angry with me?"

Yin Qiu shook his head, and looked back into the classroom.

The disciples had already left, only Meng Jing was still sitting at the table, everyone had a bad impression of him, so no one took the initiative to talk to him, and they all tacitly regarded him as air.

"Who is that?" Fu Xiang poked his head, "Look at Yansheng."

Yin Qiu said, "It's Meng Jing."

Fu Xiang dragged his voice "Oh": "Is that the new one?"

Yin Qiu said, "Yes."

"How did he become your tablemate?" Fu Xiang said, "I haven't had time to ask you these few days, how could he, a newcomer, argue with you?"

Yin Qiu looked at Fu Xiang with a complicated expression, "Do you still remember that when we were in Qingluo City, my uncle and I asked you about someone?"

Fu Xiang said: "Remember." She glanced at Meng Jing's back again, "Could it be him?"

Yin Qiu sighed softly, and on the way to the dining hall, she explained in detail what happened between her and Meng Jing.

After listening to her, Fu Xiang suddenly realized: "No wonder he will do something to you... But you didn't kill his parents, why does he always bully you?"

Yin Qiu said: "But in his heart, I am the one who killed his parents."

"That's because he doesn't know right from wrong," Fu Xiang raised his eyebrows, "It's obvious that his parents wanted to kill you first to make money, but in the end they were killed by people taught by Ziwei, what's the matter with you? He won't go Seeking revenge from the Ziwei Sect, but coming to bully you, is not like a man!"

Yin Qiu sighed again: "Originally, his parents didn't have to die, but the people from Ziwei Cult mistook him for me and chased him all the way... That's why he hates me so much."

Fu Xiang paused for a moment, then followed Yin Qiu and sighed: "Speaking of it this way, although his parents are guilty of death because of Cai, but Meng Jing is not wrong, and he is also a poor person." She patted Yin Qiu's shoulder and comforted him. "But even so, don't blame yourself. If he wants to hate you, we have nothing to do with it, but you must not blame him yourself. You are even more right. You can sympathize with him, but don't tolerate him, he If he dares to attack you again, I will be the first to deal with him!"

Yin Qiu was sullen, nodded and said, "Understood."

·

The two received the food together, and when they left the dining hall, they saw Meng Jing walking alone. At this time, there was not much food left in the dining hall, so Meng Jing filled some leftovers under the eyes of everyone, and chose a seat in the corner Sitting down, his expression was extremely indifferent, not looking at anyone.

When it was time for the martial arts class, the disciples practiced swords with the instructor as usual. When everyone was sweating like rain, Meng Jing sat on the small bench outside the martial arts field, still not looking at anyone. what to think.

The entire training ground was full of disciples practicing swords, and only Meng Jing was sitting on the sidelines watching, making him appear to be alone and desolate.

Seeing this situation, the disciples inevitably chatted in low voices again.

"Why doesn't he come to practice swords? For someone who has no identity or background, the teacher teacher can tolerate him being lazy in public."

"No, we were bitter and tired when we first came here. How come we are so free when we come to him?"

"In my opinion, it's not that the teacher is protecting him. Look at his appearance, how does he look like a boy? A sissy, most likely because he is weak and unable to hold a sword!"

When the disciples said this, Qi Qi let out a burst of laughter.

"What's so funny!" The teacher teacher heard the sound and said with a whip, "If I hear you laugh again, I won't show mercy with my whip!"

The disciples have all experienced how powerful this teacher teacher is. Hearing this, they quickly put away their smiling faces and dared not make a sound, but when they saw a male disciple came out of the line, they pointed at Meng Jing and said, "Back to Senior Sister, the disciples are just I don't understand why he can sit on the side and rest, isn't that unfair? Please give me an explanation!"

Yin Qiu turned his head to look, and recognized that this male disciple was the one who fought with Meng Jing that day.

Hearing what he said, the teacher teacher surprisingly didn't get angry, just glanced at Meng Jing, and said flatly: "He has a heart disease, and he can't practice martial arts." Go with your own sword!"

Hearing this, the male disciple looked at Meng Jing with a smirk, and returned to the team. Hearing that Meng Jing suffered from a heart disease, the disciples were surprised and started whispering again.

"I said, it turned out to be a sick child."

"Don't underestimate this sick man, he is more ruthless than anyone else when he beats someone up."

"Then let's stay away from him even more in the future, lest one day the disease will be blamed on us, and we won't be able to wash it off even if we jump into the Yellow River."

"that is!"

……

Ears filled with the words of these disciples, Yin Qiu and Fu Xiang looked at each other, neither spoke, just practiced their swords in silence.

Meng Jing sat alone, although he couldn't hear how others were discussing him, but he could clearly see the eyes of those two pairs of eyes cast on him. His heart was both sad and angry, and more desolate.

He can't practice martial arts in his life, he can only be a useless scholar, even if he can read well, it is still unknown.

When he was in Qingluo City, there was Lu Huaiwei who took good care of him, but now Lu Huaiwei was seriously injured and unconscious for several days. People are willing to associate with him, but Yin Qiu has a group of friends, most of them defend her and feel sorry for her. Meng Jing is really jealous and envious.

Thinking of the days since the death of his father and mother, thinking of his heartbroken crying when he dreamed back in the middle of the night but no one knew about it, Meng Jing sat on this small bench, feeling the cold wind around him like a knife, blowing his whole body It hurts, but I can't get rid of it.

He looked at the disciples on the training ground, and couldn't help but think: Their swords are so beautiful.