I Really Don’t Know How To Practice

Seeing the boat getting closer and closer to the shore, a tense atmosphere gradually filled the air.

The people who had gathered by the lake subconsciously moved towards this side, not wanting to miss the upcoming good show.

Anyone can see that Han Xu's behavior has angered Wang Ran, and this son of General Xiaoqi is definitely not Yi Yi's generation.

In the eyes of everyone, the boat docked, and the sailors threw out the reins, tied them firmly to the stakes, and went around and around to ensure that the hull would not shake.

If Han Xu fell due to the shaking of the hull, they would not be able to bear the blame.

After the boat stopped, a beautiful maid opened the door curtain woven with gold thread, and Han Xu walked out slowly. His long hair was hanging over his shoulders, and his eyes were a little lazy, but he didn't feel decadent at all. On the contrary, it has a unique and charming charm.

Qing'er embraced the guqin, and followed Han Xu obediently. Her charming appearance made people forget that she was a brothel girl, and she was more like a young girl from the neighbor's house, which was very cute.

When the two walk together, they are definitely a pair of talented men and beautiful women who are enviable.

Seeing Wang Ran, a look of worry flashed across Qing'er's face, and she looked at Han Xu from the corner of her eye.

But Han Xu didn't look sideways, and walked straight forward, passing Wang Ran directly, as if Wang Ran didn't exist in his eyes.

"Stop!" Wang Ran's voice was low, as if suppressing his anger.

"What's the matter?" Han Xu stopped and asked.

"Didn't you see me?"

"I see."

"..."

Wang Ran suddenly didn't know what to say, as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Saw it, but still chose to ignore it?

Seeing that Han Xu was about to step away again, Wang Ran moved his feet, as if changing shape, and stopped in front of Han Xu in an instant.

"Speak up if you have something to do, don't get in the way if you have nothing to do," Han Xu said.

Wang Ran unconsciously squeezed his fist again, and then released it again. He suppressed the anger in his heart, forced a smile like a senior, and said, "Han Xu, the end of the year is approaching, and other students are practicing desperately. You have achieved a brilliant result in the year-end assessment, you are at ease, and you still have the leisure to play some melodious music here."

Wang Ran looked like a high-ranking elder brother who educated the underachievers, and continued: "I think my Great Wu Dynasty established the country with martial arts, and all the disciples who came out of my Jiuxiao Academy are masters among the masters, even the Beidouyuan disciples who mainly focus on strategy. For being one of the best elites in the world.”

"Only you, in the past six years since entering school, have not even crossed the threshold of spiritual practice. You have set a record that is unprecedented and even unprecedented. The century-old honor of my Jiuxiao Academy will be destroyed by you alone."

After finishing speaking, he still stared at Han Xu with a look of hating iron for being weak, but he was thinking in his heart, I have said so much, you should give me some response.

But Han Xu still didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little awkward, which made Wang Ran feel like he had punched the cotton with a punch, and he had nowhere to focus.

"Miss Qing'er, you may not be clear about some things." Han Xu didn't speak, but it didn't mean that Wang Ran died down. He felt that he had an obligation to let Qing'er see Han Xu's ugly face clearly.

Wang Ran straightened his clothes, feeling that the gap in appearance between himself and Han Xu was shortened, and then said: "Qing'er, you may have known Han Xu not long ago, and I'm afraid you may have misunderstood him."

"First of all, he is the son of King Han of the Northern Territory, one of the four kings with different surnames, and he has a noble status. I admit this, but he is an out-and-out dude and trash."

"Han Xu came to Wangcheng six years ago, and entered the Jiuxiao Academy with me to practice together." Speaking of this, Wang Ran deliberately emphasized that he entered the same year to facilitate subsequent comparisons.

"As we all know, the disciples of Jiuxiao Academy are all royal nobles, and the age limit for admission is eleven years old. In the first year, they learn poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, aiming at improving self-cultivation and cultivating etiquette. From the second year, they will teach Basic practice method."

"After the second year, the disciples will be assessed every year. If they can break through and become a first-rank martial artist before the age of fifteen, they will be promoted to the training in the War God Academy. The rest of the disciples will be promoted to the Beidou Academy to practice after breaking through to the first-rank martial artist."

"About 30% of the students in each batch are qualified to enter the God of War Academy, and those with the worst qualifications in history can also enter the Beidou Academy before the age of seventeen, except for this Han Xu."

"He entered the Jiuxiao Academy for six years, but he hasn't even touched the threshold of cultivation, and he can't cultivate even a trace of spiritual power. He is still following a group of eleven-year-old children to write and write. Everyone in the academy regards it as a shame."

"Miss Qing'er, you must not waste your great youth just because of such a dandy."

After finishing speaking, Wang Ran kept staring at Qing'er. He thought that through his righteous explanation, Qing'er would definitely recognize the scumbag and turn his back on it.

However, Qing'er lowered her head, with a shy face, and said timidly: "Qing'er is just an insignificant prostitute, and I don't think there is anything wrong with dancing and writing."

"You..." Wang Ran felt a little confused, his values ​​were greatly challenged, not only him, but also other onlookers were a little bit overwhelmed.

In this world, what is admired is the strong and force.

Whether it is a famous legendary figure in history, or a noble prince who holds great power in reality, they are all powerful and invincible powerhouses.

Even the most despicable women in the brothel and the beggars in scanty clothes all admire the powerful and powerful. I have never heard of anyone who has left his name in history by virtue of his literary talent.

In this world, as long as you are strong enough, you can become an extremely powerful minister overnight, or dominate one side, and be admired by thousands of people. In an instant it vanished into nothingness.

Obviously, in the eyes of everyone, Han Xu belongs to the latter, a pile of mud that cannot support the wall.

Of course, Wang Ran would not believe that Qing'er really fell in love with Han Xu's talent. Among Qing'er's many admirers, there are not a few who are talented and powerful, but she has never seen her smile at anyone .

There is only one explanation for Qing'er to say that, and that is that she fell in love with Han Xu.

Because only love can be unreasonable.

Wang Ran only felt dizzy, and then his rationality gradually disappeared.

His father is also a general at any rate. Although his status is not as high as Han Xu's father, he is still a third-rank official. More importantly, he is also very competitive. He has already stepped into the third-rank realm at the age of eighteen.

This kind of talent, even in the Nine Heavens Academy, which is full of talents, is rare in ten years. Such a genius, after graduating from the academy, can enter the army and skyrocket.

When other people saw him, they would have complimented him. He had never been wronged like this before.

Looking at Qing'er's innocent face, Wang Ran became more and more resentful.

"Hmph, she's just a bitch, do you really think of yourself as a princess?"

"Since you're shameless, I'll beat you in the face after I've dealt with Han Xu."

At this point, Wang Ran suddenly revealed a fierce look, turned to Han Xu and said, "Han Xu, anyway, the end-of-year assessment is coming, let me see if you have made any progress in your cultivation this year."

"Don't worry, I will be careful, and I will be merciful." After finishing speaking, Wang Ran stomped his feet, and the powerful power of the third-rank warrior bloomed unreservedly. There was a gust of wind.