My whole family abuses me? Then I will abuse the whole family!

He Jianjun took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep breath and exhaling a large puff of white smoke. He said with a sad tone, "Whether he played or not, he would not have won the championship."

Wen Jing tilted her head curiously, "Why?"

"In that Sanda competition, we both made it to the top three. I didn't expect Li Biao to make it to the top three in his first competition. In addition to us, there was another contestant who had won the championship for many consecutive years. At that time, the rules of Sanda competitions were not strict, and many banned moves could be used. He liked to use small moves to cripple others on the court."

"My master and other coaches couldn't stand this kind of person and taught me many ways to deal with him. At that time, I just thought that my master wanted me to win the championship and didn't think too much about it."

"The first match was between me and Li Biao. He always thought highly of himself and thought he could win the championship. He asked me to let him win when we fought, and I agreed at that time. When the master found out, he scolded both of us and told us to give up the match or to fight seriously on the field. Li Biao didn't want to do that and had a big fight with us, saying that the master was biased towards me. After that, he quit the sect and went to learn martial arts somewhere else."

"How could he understand that even if he beat me, he couldn't win the championship. That guy was very ruthless. Although I won in the end, it was a hard win. My leg and arm were broken, and it took a long time to heal. Later, I played against Li Biao again. He knew that I had a leg injury, but he hit me in that area, and the old injury recurred. This time, my meniscus was torn."

Wen Jing was a little confused, "You didn't tell Li Biao about these things? You kept them all hidden?"

He Jianjun sneered, "I told him, why didn't I? We almost told him ten times a day, but he just wouldn't listen. He just thought we were looking for an excuse to snatch his chance to play and make him miss the championship."

[Some people are like this, they never think they are incapable, never think they are wrong, and always find excuses to make up for their self-esteem]

Wen Jing understood, patted He Jianjun on the shoulder and consoled him, "Li Biao actually knew in his heart whether he was right or wrong, but he just didn't want to admit it. Even if he went astray, he had a good excuse to comfort himself, saying, 'I did this because they forced me to do it', making himself look so innocent."

"You, just relax. This kind of person is not worth your sadness, and there is no need to let him go just because of the friendship between you and your fellow apprentices."

"Because he doesn't deserve it!"

He Jianjun turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with complicated emotions. His lips moved a few times, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

I agree in my heart that what the little girl said is right.

He turned his head and took a puff of the cigarette, then carefully put it out, leaving the half behind.

I kicked that pile of shitty friendship out of my heart, and I felt much better.

[Not bad, not bad. Now I have a way to comfort people.]

Wen Jing looked a little proud, "Of course, a good teacher produces good students. Is my learning from one example good enough for other situations?"

[Okay, okay, it works very well. I’m quite proud of it, hahahaha]

This was the first time Lin Zhen laughed. Her cold voice became light and joyful, and the whole world seemed to become brighter and warmer.

Wen Jing was in a very good mood, looking into the distance with a smile.

The atmosphere became quiet, and the two of them just stood at the edge of the playground and watched the group of children practicing martial arts.

A cool breeze blew by, dispelling a lot of sorrow.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, He Jianjun was the first to break the silence, "Has your laziness and stealing been enough? It's time to practice martial arts."

When Wen Jing heard this, she felt the flesh in her legs start to hurt again.

"Can I not practice for a while..."

"No, you have to strike while the iron is hot when practicing martial arts. How can you practice one day and rest the next? Do you think you can fish for three days and dry the net for two days?" He Jianjun glanced at her and said, "Hurry up, don't dawdle, stand up! Do 30 squats first."

Wen Jing was speechless. She was just about to ask if she couldn't do squats first, but after a whimper, she obediently went to do squats.

Every time she did one, she felt the flesh on her thighs swell and hurt so much that she wanted to cut it off, and tears welled up in her eyes.

But the pain was not as painful as when Wang Dahai hit her, so she actually persevered.

.......

The sun slowly set behind the mountain, its afterglow shining in the sky, dyeing the horizon a light orange-yellow.

From the family compound, I heard the sound of a spatula stirring in a pot, accompanied by the sound of oil popping. I took a deep breath and realized it should be stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts. After a while, I heard a woman shouting at her children to come home for dinner.

The atmosphere in the Wang family was very tense at this time.

Wang Dahai looked at the handsome and fashionably dressed young man who was sitting on a chair and drinking soda. His expression was not disrespectful at all, but rather very respectful.

More than ten years have passed. It looked like this when Zhang Daxian came to his house, and it still looks like this when he comes to his house now.

Same youth, same soda, same fashion.

You are indeed a great immortal.

"Great Immortal, we can't tear down this door, why is that?"

Zhang Daxian looked very arrogant. Hearing this, he put down the soda bottle, stood up and went to look at the door.

Perhaps he saw something, his expression became very solemn. He took out a compass from his backpack and looked at it carefully, only to see the needle on it spinning wildly.

Zhang Daxian's expression became extremely serious again. He took out a peach wood sword and gestured here and there, jumping up and down like a monkey, with a hint of serious silliness.

"Bah!"

The three members of the Wang family were frightened by this shout, but they dared not say anything. They continued to watch Zhang Daxian take out another bell, shaking it continuously and muttering some incomprehensible spell.

After a long time, Zhang Daxian took out a yellow talisman and pointed it at the iron gate.

I saw that the talisman actually caught fire on its own.

Zhang Daxian threw the talisman upwards, made complicated hand gestures with his hands, closed his eyes, and continued to mutter incantations.

I don’t know how long he recited it, it was so long that Wang Lele yawned and wanted to take out some dried tofu from his pocket to eat.

"Ah!"

Zhang Daxian made a gesture to end his exercise. The arc of his movement was a bit large, and his carefully groomed hair was a bit messy, making his cold face seem broken in a different way.

"Did a bride touch this iron door on October 14, the day of the dog?"

Wang Dahai was a little confused, "What time is Wuxu?"

Zhang Daxian almost rolled his eyes, "It's between 7 and 9 in the evening."

Wang Dahai understood after hearing this. He remembered that he was beating Wen Jing at that time. Wen Jing ran to the iron gate and nodded frantically, "Yes, yes, yes, I did."

Zhang Daxian put away the magic tool, used his fingers as a comb, and combed his bangs that had been loosened by the magic he had just performed.

"That's right. The Wuxu hour is in conflict with the dragon's evil spirit in the north. You should be born in 1952, which means you are a dragon. This iron gate faces north. The bride carries the red evil spirit. The female ghost was touched by this red evil spirit and broke free from the seal I set. I am afraid she will turn into a fierce ghost and come to take your life."

"I'm afraid...it has already possessed a human body and is looking for your life."