Brother, Stop Doing It, You Are A Villain!

Cultivation academy, on the martial arts arena.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in white was holding a long blue sword and dancing gracefully under the watchful eyes of dozens of people.

She shook her hand, and dozens of Sword Qi shot out like raindrops. However, although Sword Qi is dense, it is orderly and clear. The girl is like the most brilliant luthier, although the rhythm is as dense as raindrops, but every single note is clear, crisp and moving, like pearls and jade falling on the plate, and rain hitting plantains.

After the first round of Sword Qi, the girl's sword turned around, and the azure long sword transformed into thousands of bodies at that moment, and like a peacock spreading its tail, it stabbed at dozens of different directions almost at the same time, causing everyone to scream involuntarily. exclamation sound.

When Sword Qi was about to be exhausted, the girl's sword power rose again, and the new Sword Qi continued like a tide, sweeping out wave after wave. Faintly, one can see the faint electric light jumping on it. With more and more lightning, the sound of "cracking" could be clearly heard in the air, and a vortex formed by the condensation of lightning gradually appeared in front of the girl.

Just when the lightning became more and more dazzling, and it seemed that it was about to explode, the girl raised the lightning high with her long sword. At the next moment, there was a loud rumbling noise in the air. Everyone present felt that their sense of hearing had been taken away, and only the roar of lightning kept lingering in their minds.

After a long time, everyone finally recovered from the loud noise. Looking at the young girl again, she saw that she had sheathed her sword, and her expression was calm, as if she had just completed a trivial matter.

It was only at this time that everyone realized that they had forgotten to breathe under the shock of the girl.

After a while, applause sounded like a tide.

The girl waved her hand calmly, signaling for everyone to be quiet. After the applause stopped, the girl said calmly: "What I demonstrated to you just now is the 'Tianlun Sword Art'. This Tianlun Sword Art is very effective in group battles, but it is less effective in one-on-one battles." It needs to be greatly discounted, so everyone should pay attention to the situation at the time when using it. The basic key of this sword formula is the word 'quick', but fast and orderly, each Sword Qi must be hit at the position it should be hit... ..."

During the girl's eloquent explanation, everyone present listened very carefully. From time to time, some people raised their hands to ask own questions, and the girl answered them one by one.

About a quarter of an hour later, the girl had finished explaining the Tianlun Sword Art. Seeing that everyone no longer raised any questions, the girl said: "The Tianlun Sword Art that I will demonstrate to you today, everyone should practice a lot after returning home. You can use it fluently within three days, and use it proficiently within seven days. Skilled use The standard is that the accuracy of Sword Qi's position can reach more than 60%. Well, let's practice separately!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone wailed.

"Isn't it? To achieve 60% accuracy? Teacher Feng, kill me!"

"Exactly! This 60% accuracy is not something normal people can accomplish, right?"

"Teacher Feng, don't treat others as yourself! I really can't do it!"

"It's over, it's over, it seems that there is nothing else to do these days, and all the time has to be used to practice Tianlun Sword Art!"

...

Amidst the wailing, a faint smile appeared on the face of the girl who was still as cold as ice. She said: "This is my requirement. Failure to do so will only prove that you are stupid. If you don't want to be stupid, then practice hard. Those who fail to meet my requirements will face punishment!"

Everyone's complexion changed drastically, and they no longer dared to say anything to complain, and hurriedly found a place to practice.

The girl walked to a corner of the Martial arts arena on her own, sat on a chair, and watched everyone practicing the Tianlun Sword Art that she had just learned. Although their techniques are unfamiliar, they are still working hard to adjust the position of each sword, striving to meet the requirements mentioned by the girl.

Although the girl looked very young—in fact, she was not very old—but everyone present was afraid of this girl, and did not dare to underestimate her because of her young age. Because this girl is the swordsmanship teacher of the Cultivation Academy, no one in the entire Cultivation Academy can compare to her in terms of swordsmanship. There are even rumors that even Xiao Ruoyao, Xiaoyao Sword Immortal, highly approves of her swordsmanship talent, and believes that her future achievements will be no less than her own.

And when she taught swordsmanship, her requirements were also very strict. I don't know how many former rebellious students fell under her sword, and were severely taught to be human by her long sword. As for their fate, everyone present subconsciously chose to avoid it.

Because it is too miserable.

So in front of the girl, even if you are pretending, you have to pretend that you are working hard, and you must not be targeted by the girl!

As a result, the martial arts arena is in full swing. Everyone was sweating profusely from the practice, and they didn't know whether they were tired or scared.

After an unknown period of time, a crisp bell rang suddenly. The girl stood up, clapped her hands, and everyone immediately sheathed their swords and lined up respectfully in front of the girl.

After scanning the crowd, the girl said indifferently: "Everyone, practice hard when you go back, and the first test will be held in three days. This test will not be counted in the assessment, but please don't take it to heart. Alright, get out of class is over!"

After finishing speaking, the girl turned and left on her own.

And everyone finally got out of the girl's sight, and they all heaved a long sigh of relief. Just thinking about the test three days later, everyone's face was full of bitterness again.

Oh, what else can I do? Go back and practice hard!

After the girl left the martial arts arena, she saw a small figure squatting on the ground holding a branch and didn't know what she was doing. And on the shoulder of that little figure, stood a red spirit bird the size of a pigeon.

The red spirit bird had a keen sense, and turned its head around when the girl just walked out of the arena. After seeing the girl clearly, the spirit bird seemed a little excited and subconsciously flapped its wings towards the girl.

The little figure squatting on the ground patted the spirit bird on the shoulder with some dissatisfaction, and said in a childish voice: "Huang'er, don't make trouble, you hit me on the head!"

A smile appeared on the girl's face, she stepped forward quietly, and said softly: "Little guy, what are you doing hiding?"

"Playing with ants!" The little figure replied subconsciously, and immediately felt that something was wrong, and quickly raised his head, revealing the immature face of a four or five-year-old boy.

The little boy hastily dropped the branch in his hand, stood up, and said to the girl with some embarrassment: "Master, are you done?"

"Well, I just finished a class!" The girl bent down and picked up the little boy, "Little brother, since you're here, let's have a meal with senior sister!"

"Okay, okay!" The little boy smiled.

The spirit bird flew up from the boy's shoulder, landed on the girl's shoulder again, and rubbed the girl's cheek with its small head, looking quite intimate.

The little boy was a little bit annoyed, and said angrily: "Okay, Huang'er, you will abandon me as soon as you see Senior Sister! I won't play with you in the future!"

The spirit bird tilted its head and blinked, with an innocent look on its face.

The girl patted the little boy's head and said with a smile: "Okay, little brother, are you still jealous of senior sister?"

The little boy scratched his head in embarrassment, but didn't speak.

On the way to the cafeteria, the two met many staff and students of the Xiuzhen Academy. They saluted the two of them one after another, saying "Young City Master, Teacher Feng", and the two returned the salute with a smile.

The girl and the little boy were Feng Lingxue and Hefeng Lingyu.

Feng Lingyu is now four years old. As the only son of Feng Shao, the lord of Wuling City, Feng Lingyu can be said to have grown up in the favor of everyone. But for Feng Lingyu, besides his parents, the closest person is Feng Lingxue. Because in his impression, Feng Lingxue was the one who treated him best.

As the only son of Feng Shao, Feng Lingyu was born to be the sole legal heir of Wuling City. In order to cultivate a qualified future city lord, Feng Shao and Lin Xiaoran have very strict requirements on Feng Lingyu.

Feng Lingyu is still young, so he doesn't quite understand the good intentions of his parents, and the boy is naturally mischievous, sometimes he can't help but go against his parents. Most of the time, Feng Shao and Lin Xiaoran will follow Feng Lingyu to present the facts and reason, convincing others with virtue. But sometimes when anxious, the couple will beat the child.

At this time, Feng Lingyu would run to Feng Lingxue to seek shelter, and Feng Lingxue would intercede for Feng Lingyu. I don't know how Feng Lingxue did it, basically every time after Feng Lingxue begged for mercy, Feng Shao and Lin Xiaoran gave up beating Feng Lingyu.

Over time, Feng Lingyu regarded Feng Lingxue as a safe haven.

Feng Lingxue's dependence on Feng Lingyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Feng Lingyu didn't know it herself, but Feng Lingxue knew it very well. In fact, where did her pleading play a role? It's clear that Master and Mistress found a way for me to step down through her! The couple actually didn't want to beat their son, but Feng Lingyu was really too naughty sometimes, he couldn't do without beating him!

At this time, Feng Lingxue's role became very important.

Feng Shao and his wife, Hefeng Lingxue, one of them sang red faces and the other sang bad faces, and with some cooperation, they managed to control Feng Lingyu into obedience.

But the price is that compared to his parents, Feng Ling Yu Ming is significantly closer to Feng Lingxue. This made Lin Xiaoran sometimes couldn't help feeling that his own son would be snatched away by others.