Xia Sheng left with such a swagger, leaving only shock.

The boys and girls led by Xiao Yong stared at each other with big eyes, and they didn't understand what the situation was.

As for Qin Yan, she had not yet reacted for a while. She stood there like a lifeless puppet, without stopping Xia Sheng from leaving, nor continuing to give lectures.

Because at this time, she was completely immersed in Xia Sheng's words and fell into a madness.

"How did he know that I was suppressed by a martial artist of the same level? How did he see with his naked eyes that my master spirit is from the Qingyan Bird? He even guessed that the other party was using a water-patterned sword!"

Putting aside these strange questions, is it said that martial arts practitioners must be better than spiritual practitioners at the same level?

Next time you meet the other person, you can only run the farther you want, as better?

"If this is true, then in next month's tribe competition, I, Qin Yan, will I be destined to be a loser!"

"hateful!"

Qin Yan clenched her pink fist hard, and the bright orange aura on her body appeared and her strong power swept through like a storm, making several students in the front row pale.

Several children were even scared and cried on the spot.

Now, Qin Yan discovered her loss of composure and quickly detained the aura that was ready to move in her body, looked at the little guys who were at a loss, and looked at the little guys with apologies.

"Okay, the teacher just wanted you to experience what spiritual pressure looks like in person. Now let's continue to give a lecture."

With Qin Yan's gentle voice, the scene was quickly controlled.

But as the "top student" in this class, Xiao Yong's eyes shines with gloating light.

"Hey, look, that guy Xia Sheng dared to skip class openly. Teacher Qin was really angry this time! He annoyed a great spiritual master. In my opinion, let alone Xia Sheng, maybe even his cook father will be in trouble!"

Xiao Yong's speculation was confirmed after class because Qin Yan specially called him in front of him.

Feeling the fair skin and delicate face of the beautiful teacher up close, Xiao Yong seemed to be hunching his head and looking respectful, but in fact his eyes were sweeping towards the two snow-white pieces on Qin Yan's chest unscrupulously.

"It's a pity that this little girl is not something I can mess with."

Just as he was thinking about this, Qin Yan's voice sounded like nature came to Xiao Yong's ears.

"Do you know where Xia Sheng's home lives?"

When Xiao Yong heard this, he naturally thought that Qin Yan was going to find trouble for Xia Sheng, and immediately replied enthusiastically: "I know, I know! His father is the chef of Wanfulou. Their family lives in the wooden house in the backyard of Wanfulou. Teacher Qin, do you want me to take you there?"

Qin Yan hesitated for a moment, shook her head: "No need, okay, now the get out of class is over, you should go home quickly, be careful on the way."

Xiao Yong bowed respectfully, glanced at Qin Yan reluctantly, then turned around and walked out of the classroom.

I thought to myself: "It seems that I have to go to Zuihuayuan to vent my fire today."

Of course, Qin Yan didn't know the dirty thoughts in Xiao Yong's heart. In fact, she could not have imagined that in this seemingly simple Baima Town, a seventeen-year-old boy had already known all about men and women and had a taste of it.

At this moment, she just murmured quietly in her heart: "Wanfulou, Xia Sheng."

At the same time, although Xia Sheng had been openly skipping the class and slipped out of the private school early on, he did not return to Wanfu Building, but wandered on the street.

It was said that the weather was beautiful. Xia Sheng had just walked outside before the rain stopped after the rain, otherwise he might have been soaked in a long time ago.

Now he has completely awakened, or more accurately, what has accompanied him awakens with the memories of the previous eighth generations.

He first carefully checked his physical condition.

The final result made him unable to help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Because the old gentlemen in the private school were not wrong, he did not have the conditions to become a martial arts practitioner.

Of course, this is for Xia Sheng before today. In fact, as long as he is willing, he can adjust his body strength to a very terrible level in less than half a month.

but……

Xia Sheng just smiled at this. He did not consider what he should do next, and was too lazy to think about what kind of physical technique he should choose in his memory if he wanted to endure his body.

no need.

After nine generations of reincarnation, in the first eight lives, he was fighting against his own destiny and the world every time. Every time he became the most amazing figure in the world.

A casual wave of your hand can determine the life and death of hundreds of thousands of people, determine whether the world is peace or war, and determine the fate of all countries and races in the world.

He believed that even after tens of thousands of years, every one of his names would be recorded in history books for future generations to look up to.

But unfortunately, he has never lived past 25 years old in every life.

What's even more regrettable is that he has never truly enjoyed life and the beauty of this world once.

He was too tired. In total, he had been tired for nearly two hundred years.

In this life, he is now 16 years old. If he cannot escape the curse of fate, then there will be only 9 years left for him to live.

If that's the case, why not enjoy these 9 years of time and be free and easy?

Success.

Life is short, so you should live as gorgeous as summer flowers.

But perhaps, the quiet bloom is another kind of splendor?

From the moment he walked out of the classroom, Xia Sheng had already made his own decision, so he did not think about how to turn himself into a warrior, nor did he consider simply finding a spiritual object to make himself a spiritual practitioner.

Even these things are easy for him now.

He just wants to spend his life safely.

It's also good to be a quiet and handsome man.

Xia Sheng walked leisurely, like a first-time traveler here, admiring the surrounding buildings, listening to the hawking sounds coming from time to time on the street, and suddenly felt that this was life.

Until he finally walked to the door of Wanfu Building.

A strong man, big and thick, was waiting for him there with a dazzling kitchen knife in his hand.

"Ashen!"

Xia Sheng paused, and his eardrums hurt by the yell of breath. He quickly raised his hand to cover his ears, then raised his head, looked at the strong man, and smiled and shouted: "Dad."

Yes, the man standing at the gate of Wanfu Building and murderous intent was the chef of this restaurant, and Xia Sheng's father in this life, Xia Hong.

Looking at the extremely bright smile on Xia Sheng's face, Xia Hong was also stunned. Then he came to his senses, took two steps at a time, came to Xia Sheng, grabbed his ears, and walked towards the kitchen of the restaurant.

"Oh my dad, let go, let go, it hurts, it hurts..."

Xia Sheng was wailing all the way, passing by the hall. The children and regular customers in the restaurant were no longer surprised by this scene, and they all smiled helplessly.

It was not until he walked into the crowded kitchen of Wanfu Restaurant that Xia Hong let go of his hand and stared at Xia Sheng fiercely.

"You still know it hurts? You still know that I am your father? Ah! I think you guys haven't been slapped for three days, right? He dared to skip class! To be honest, what's going on!"

After saying this, Xia Hong chopped the kitchen knife in his hand onto the chopping board, and the sound made people's heart tremble.

Xia Sheng rubbed his ears, his heart was filled with a bitter smile, but his face timidly said, "Dad, I don't want to go to a private school anymore."

Hearing this sentence, Xia Hong's eyes were as big as a copper bell. He lifted the kitchen knife again, and the sound of the waving wind seemed to carry a strong smell of fishy smell.

"What did you say? You guys have the will to say it again! Believe it or not, I chop you up with one knife today!"

Of course, Xia Sheng would not be frightened by Xia Hong's attitude, but instead changed his expression to an extremely serious expression and said solemnly: "Dad, I really don't want to go anymore. Gentlemen have said long ago that I don't have the talent to practice martial arts, and it would be a waste of time to continue reading. It's better to learn cooking with you."

Xia Hong never thought that this trick he tried would fail today.

I don’t know if this little bastard was stimulated or took the wrong medicine, so why does it look different from usual?

Seeing this, the kitchen knife in Xia Hong's hand fell to the ground. He covered his chest with one hand and sat down dejectedly on the ground, showing pain on his face, murmured: "Asheng, you are going to piss your father to death. Do you know, do you know how much effort it took to get you to this private school..."

"Dad knows that the road to cultivation is very hard, but you can't give up, otherwise you will be as useless as your father in the future. How can you face the ancestors of our Xia family in the future..."

"Asheng...Asheng..."

Speaking of the latter, Xia Hong's voice became weaker and weaker, as if he was still choking, and the sadness on his face was even more unbearable.

But Xia Sheng smiled helplessly: "Okay, dad, don't pretend, can we both speak well?"

As Xia Sheng finished speaking, Xia Hong's body began to tremble violently. His whole face had deformed with convulsions, looking extremely terrifying, and it seemed like he would die at any time.

But Xia Sheng just stood by the side motionlessly, looking at him laughing and crying.

The next moment, Xia Hong climbed up from the ground with anger on his face, muttering: "This can't be fooled by you, it's impossible. My son can't be so smart. You must be a fake guy! Take your life!"

After saying that, Xia Hong suddenly reached out and grabbed Xia Sheng's cheek with lightning speed, tearing it to the left and right, which immediately attracted Xia Sheng's wailing.

"Dad...you're crazy...daddy!"

After a while, Xia Hong then stared at him and withdrew his hand, muttering: "It's not a human skin mask or something? This is really strange..."

Xia Sheng's face was flushed and swollen, his eyes were full of helplessness, and he said with a wry smile: "Dad, stop making trouble, I'm serious!"

This time, Xia Hong's face finally returned to normal. He stared at Xia Sheng seriously for a long time, frowned and asked, "Don't you really want to go to a private school anymore? Do you want to cook with me?"

Xia Sheng nodded, but keenly saw the sorrow flashing in the corner of Xia Hong's eyes.

This time it's no longer acting, but real.

So Xia Sheng quickly comforted him: "It's okay, Dad, even if I cook, I may not be able to make a name for myself. What if I am attracted to the emperor in the future and transformed into an imperial chef, can I still shine on my ancestors?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Hong suddenly turned around and waved his hand: "I think beautifully! Forget it, if you don't go to the private school, I won't go. I'm owed you in my previous life. In two days, my father will find you some other errands."
Chapter completed!