In the early morning, An Fei turned over and did it from the bed, took a few deep breaths, and yesterday's unhappiness had already gone with the wind. People's eyes were in front of them just to look forward. They were just to make things difficult for themselves. They had to be able to take on them and let them go. Since Niya was Thor's only daughter, An Fei could not use any means to take revenge, so let them go.

When he opened the window, An Fei saw Ernest practicing sword on the grass below. He said that he was practicing sword, but in fact he was just moving his body. When his strength reached Ernest, he could no longer break through the bottleneck by hard practice, but relying on his understanding.

An Fei grabbed a hand towel, walked down the stairs, and walked to the grass outside: "Uncle Ernest, wipe your sweat first and wait for a while." After that, An Fei threw the hand towel over.

"An Fei, I got up very early, this is a good habit." Ernest took the towel and walked towards An Fei, wiped it casually twice, and handed the towel to An Fei.

Just as An Fei reached out to pick up the towel, Ernest was stunned: "Your hand"

"What's wrong with my hand?" An Fei woke up, but he still pretended to be surprised on the surface.

Ernest stretched out his hand. The hands of the two were about the same size, and their fingers were equally slender and powerful. The only difference was that the tendons on the back of Ernest's hand were protruding, and the skin was rougher than An Fei's hand. Ernest grabbed An Fei's hand and turned it over. A thick layer of calluses was spread on the mouth of his palm. An Fei's tiger's mouth also had calluses, but only a thin layer. Ernest did not pay attention to An Fei's hand before, but now he found that An Fei's hand was unusual.

"You have practiced swords before?"

“Practiced.”

"Who did you learn sword skills with? You don't have any fighting spirit!"

"I didn't practice for a very strange person in the village for a long time. When I was ten years old, I was taken to the isolated island by Teacher Yagor."

"Do you still can't remember which village you lived in before?"

"I can't remember it." An Fei scratched his scalp in distress: "When I was young, I had no father. It was my mother who raised me. Now I only remember the names of my mother and the village chief, and everything else is vague."

"Don't worry, maybe after a while, you will remember it." Ernest paused: "What's your village chief's name?"

"His name is bin Laden, Uncle Ernest, do you know him?"

"I don't know." Ernest shook his head.

Only when you know each other, there will be ghosts! An Fei smiled in his heart and looked disappointed on his face.

"Come on, silly boy, let's compete and let me see your swordsmanship!" Ernest became interested.

"I? I'll compete with you?" An Fei opened his eyes wide.

"Come on! Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Ernest smiled and handed An Fei the magic sword he got yesterday.

An Fei had no choice but to take the long sword. If he had known this, he would not have come down.

"Be careful!" Ernest shouted, stabbed him with a sword, and fought against An Fei. He naturally would not use a little fighting spirit. Although the sword was faster, his strength was very light.

An Fei used his sword to pull Ernest's sword to the outer circle. Then he provoked the tip of the sword and swept towards Ernest's wrist. Ernest quickly pulled the sword back and blocked An Fei's long sword, and then he was stunned.

Just as magicians focus on the strength of magic and the level of mental power, the great sword masters in this world attach more importance to Dou Qi, and their attainments in swordsmanship are very simple. In the Huashan Mountains, Jin Yong wrote, there are disputes between Qi Sect and Sword Sect, and all the warriors in this world belong to Qi Sect. The Sword Sect has never appeared before. The division of each level depends entirely on the strength of Dou Qi, and swordsmanship is ignored.

Although An Fei only used the simple "英" word in Tai Chi sword, Ernest, as a great sword master, immediately noticed the cleverness. What shocked Ernest even more was that An Fei was taken away by Yagor when he was ten years old. What he learned was naturally very simple and rough swordsmanship. Even so, An Fei could still use moves that surprised him. How strong is the old man with a weird personality in An Fei village?

"An Fei, what's the name of the old man who taught you sword skills?"

"I don't know, he has a weird personality and no one wants to interact with him."

"Then can you remember the old man?"

"Yes, his beard and hair are silver-white, not too tall, and he always wears very loose clothes. By the way, there is something embroidered on his clothes."

"What?" Ernest thought he had found the clue and his expression became solemn.

"A circle, half white, half black, there is a black dot in the white semicircle, and a white dot in the black semicircle." The magic sword in An Feizhong's hand drew a yin and yang fish on the ground, and what he described was the image of Zhang Sanfeng.

"What is this?" Ernest frowned and thought.

"Uncle Ernest, have you never seen such a thing?" An Fei asked knowingly.

"Never." Ernest pondered for a while: "An Fei, come, let's compete again!"

"OK."

The two men set off again. An Fei's strength was very weak, so weak that as long as Ernest added a little strength, An Fei's long sword would fly away during the collision, but Ernest's expression became more and more serious.

An Fei's sword-moving method is very strange. His upper arm is almost motionless. He swung his sword entirely on his wrist. His sword moves are very spicy and tricky. Ernest felt that if An Fei had the strength of a mid-level sword master or a high-level sword master, it would be enough to pose a certain threat to him.

After a moment of competition, Ernest suddenly stopped, leaned on the sword with both hands, looked up at the sky slightly, and fell into deep thought.

An Fei silently put down the magic sword. He did it on purpose! Ernest was carrying hatred and was waiting for the opportunity, but the other party had become the supreme commander of a main force. Thor once said that there were many strong people around Jerofik, and Ernest's chances were becoming increasingly slim.

Although Ernest is a person who is not afraid of death, not being afraid of death does not mean seeking death. As long as Ernest appears in front of Jerofik, he will inevitably be besieged by countless powerful people, and he has no chance to take revenge.

So An Fei deliberately showed off his sword skills, hoping to bring some inspiration to Ernest.

"Uncle Ernest, the breakfast is ready." Nya's voice sounded. In fact, it was enough for the servant to do this. But Nya knew that what happened yesterday had angered Ernest. She hoped to exchange her actions for Ernest's understanding. After all, she still wanted to ask Ernest for swordsmanship.

Ernest woke up from a dream. He looked at An Fei: "I won't have breakfast anymore. An Fei, you go by yourself. Today you are going to go to the Magic Academy. Be careful yourself. If you encounter something, if you can, just bear it first. Come back and tell me, I'll help you get justice!"

"Uncle Ernest, there will be no problem. Who can make things difficult for me?" An Fei smiled.

Ernest looked up at Nya, snorted coldly, and said nothing.

"Uncle Ernest, then I'll go for breakfast first. When I go to school on the first day, if I'm late, I'll leave a bad impression on the teacher."

"Go." Ernest nodded.

Seeing that Ernest refused to go for breakfast, Niya wanted to persuade him for a few more words, but he didn't dare, so he had to take An Fei to the restaurant.

Thor sat at the dining table, the food on the plate was ready, but he didn't move, as if waiting for someone. Seeing An Fei walk in, Thor smiled and said, "An Fei, how did you sleep yesterday? Are you still used to it?"

"Teacher, I slept very well. The bed at home is very comfortable. I don't think about getting up in the morning." An Fei smiled.

Thor didn't know what happened yesterday. Nya had a ghost in her heart. How dare she take the initiative to explain? An Fei is not a tongue-in-law. Not to mention now, even when he was in elementary school, he would never tell the teacher about any grievances. Ernest was used to freedom. No matter what happened, he chose to solve the problem himself and would never run to Thor to ramble. So in Thor's opinion, everyone was still very harmonious.

The young people sitting on both sides of the dining table looked at each other without saying a word. The person who was the latest in them also followed Thor for three or four years. Thor only gave them advice on magic, but rarely asked about their daily life. Only Niya is qualified to make Thor worry about her daily life. Now there is one more qualified person, that is An Fei.

"Hello everyone." An Fei nodded with a smile and sat down.

Only two people nodded to An Fei, and the rest seemed to have not heard it.

It seems that it was just a little trouble, An Fei breathed a sigh of relief and said in his heart that Niya was encouraged to cause trouble yesterday. An Fei thought that the other party was a very cunning person. Today, he overestimated the other party and could not even cover up the situation at the very least. The other party's scheming was limited. If these "students" were very enthusiastic about themselves and asked about their own questions, they caused illusions to Thor, An Fei would feel a headache, and now the situation has become simple.

The cause of the incident was that Thor was too good to him, which made the "classmates" instinctively disgusted with him. They could use time to dilute this disgust and win their recognition with his own efforts. If it were not forcing him, An Fei would not want to become a tit-for-tat enemy with him. Many friends and multiple enemies were blocking walls. An Fei understood this truth. Is it a conspiracy with these people under Thor's nose, or to unite with everyone, so that he can truly integrate into the collective? Which one is more beneficial to him? The answer is self-evident. An Fei has always been very broad, and he will not be resentful and remember the unpleasantness that should be forgotten.

"Nia, you will take Anfei to the Magic Academy later and tell Sdigg that Anfei is my student and let him make some arrangements." Thor said.

"Okay, father." Nya smiled sweetly.

(It’s not that I posted the wrong one. I updated the chapter at twelve o’clock yesterday, but it didn’t update until four o’clock in the morning. I thought Qidian’s program had gone wrong, so I had to post it again, but it still didn’t come out... It’s now, but there are two chapters that come out!)
Chapter completed!