Female martial arts fanatics only love to fight, while men fight for their lives.

When little Lou Xiao came back, it was already dark.

The light in the master's hut was still on. After Lou Xiao asked for instructions at the door and was sent back, he slowly walked back to his own hut.

Then she saw her senior sister holding a ruler, with new paper, pen and books on the table, as if she was waiting for her.

No, it’s dark now, do we have to learn at this time?

Doesn’t candlelight cost money?

"Can't we start again tomorrow?" Lou Xiao said weakly, "Look, Senior Sister, I'm sweating all over. I just got down from the top of the mountain."

Xiao Zhaocheng looked at the sky and said, "It's still early. Go wash up first and come back. I'll be waiting."

This means not letting yourself off the hook.

These were all Master's requests and he could not resist. Lou Xiao added dejectedly that he needed to eat, so he was given a little more time.

It was really strange to be stared at while eating by my senior sister. Was I being too rude?

The master came out of the room and called the senior sister over, probably because he wanted to talk to her.

Lou Xiao took this opportunity to eat heartily, and then took out the snacks she had collected and hid some in her clothes.

I ran into a thin, small and taciturn little boy who was packing his things.

His eyes widened, not understanding why she hid the snacks. He wanted to say something, but his master didn't tell her not to eat them, so he didn't know what to do.

Is this the servant of my senior sister? He is too young.

Lou Xiao gave him half of the snacks in her hand and asked, "Are you someone close to Senior Sister? Are you the one who carried the things up the mountain?"

The little boy nodded and looked at her hand, not daring to take it away.

Lou Xiao stuffed it into his clothes and said, "Take it. Don't tell Senior Sister! Eat it secretly when you go back and don't tell anyone."

After she finished speaking, she remembered to ask him, "By the way, what's your name?"

The little boy spat out a number, "Twenty-six."

Lou Xiao was confused, "What? Who calls it that? Are you kidding me?"

No matter how she teased the little boy, he would not speak again, so she continued to put food in her mouth, trying to figure out when her master and sister would finish what they were saying.

What she could not have imagined was that her master and senior sister were now talking about her.

The old man added hawthorn, Shenqu and the malt sugar that Xiao Zhaocheng brought with him into the medicine bowl, and pounded them into a paste.

He chatted with Xiao Zhaocheng beside him as if he was talking to someone casually.

"Xiaoxiao is extremely talented. She was able to master something in just one day, even though others have practiced for three to five years but failed. Her future abilities will not be inferior to mine."

"That's a good thing." Xiao Zhaocheng continued, "A strict teacher produces a good student. There are very few people of her age who can be so focused and able to endure hardships."

The old man shook his head in protest.

"Walking too fast may not be a good thing!"

Xiao Zhaocheng didn't understand, "Why do you think so?"

"You are not from the martial arts world, so it is normal that you don't know." The old man scooped out the pestled hawthorn paste.

I put something the size of a sesame seed in it and rolled it into a ball.

“If the improvement of strength is not accompanied by the growth of the state of mind, it will be easy to cause problems when encountering setbacks in the future.

Or they may collapse because of a failure, or their temperament may change drastically because of a momentary obsession. We call it obsession. "

As one's strength increases, one's desires will also become stronger.

Some people want money, some want beauty, but people in the martial arts world are more interested in pursuing ultimate power.

How many are lost in it.

"She was too smooth. When she reached a bottleneck, she changed.

I don't want to see her become a murderous demon, but who can stop her at that time?"

The old man handed her the meatball in his hand and said, "I can only count on you... If one day she loses her original heart and indulges in killing, becoming an absolute disaster,

I hope you, and only you, can kill her."