Blame The Villain For Being Too Beautiful

Song Xuyi no longer wanted to talk to her.

Song Xuyi has become numb to the word "small" after hearing it so many times throughout the day.

Song Xuyi took a deep breath, feeling that he shouldn't care about the little villain, the more he cares about, he might fall into the trap of the little villain.

Song Xuyi thought for a while: In front of other people, the little villain can be regarded as harmonious in dealing with people, even though she always has a cold face that seems difficult to get along with, but because of her outstanding talent and martial arts genius, she probably has some Arrogance, everyone's evaluation of her is pretty good.

The reason why the little villain targeted him, Song Xuyi, was because he was the second female disciple accepted by the suzerain, and he was afraid that his existence would hinder her career as a spy, so the little villain wanted to force him away.

The more she behaves like this, the more I can't let her succeed!

Anyway, she is not yet fully fledged, and she has no way to hurt her own life on the surface. She would be fooled before, and she was too greedy for money before. As long as she treats her words as air, she will naturally have no way to get angry with herself.

Thinking like this, Song Xuyi ignored her and did not look at the sachet thrown by the little villain, and stood there with his head bowed respectfully.

Looking at Song Xuyi's appearance, the smile in Fu Xiyu's eyes gradually disappeared and she pursed her lips.

"This sachet contains my moon silver for this month." Fu Xiyu said again in a cold voice, "It's a gift from my senior sister to buy you candy!"

However, Song Xuyi still ignored her.

Fu Xiyu pursed her lips.

But as Song Xuyi expected, Fu Xiyu didn't do anything. She withdrew the hand that pinched Song Xuyi's cheek and looked at Song Xuyi coldly for a while, then turned around and went back to her own room.

Song Xuyi pursed his lips when he heard the vibrating door being slammed by the villain.

He looked very calm on the surface, but Song Xuyi was overjoyed in his heart—

"System! She seems to be mad at me!" Song Xuyi knew that this kind of behavior was very naive, but seeing the little villain's angry expression, Song Xuyi still felt very relieved.

She picked up the sachet thrown by the little villain, and slowly hung it at the door of the little villain, the more she thought about it, the happier she became:

She had learned before that some sects would send money to disciples every month in order to retain talented disciples. Judging from Fu Xiyu's words, it seems that the Taiji School also has this tradition, so Song Xuyi will definitely have Yueyin in the future.

If he doesn't worry about money every month, Song Xuyi doesn't want alms from the little villain!

Hearing the sound of a teacup being dropped in the little villain's room, Song Xuyi's lips curled up, feeling that even the air was a bit fresher, and the system even laughed "haha" in Song Xuyi's mind without restraint.

Song Xuyi raised his eyebrows, and had no dreams that night, and had a good night's sleep.

However, early the next morning, there was a knock on Song Xuyi's door, and Fu Xiyu's condensed voice came from the door: "Morning practice is about to start."

"She must be tormenting you on purpose!" The system looked at the still dark sky outside, and said firmly: "The stinky villain is really shameless! Targeting a child like you like this!"

"Isn't it?" Song Xuyi quickly got up and put on his clothes. He didn't have time to tie his hair in a bun in a hurry, washed up casually, tied his hair with a headband, and pushed open the door. She didn't know why, but she always felt that although Fu Xiyu's temperament was relatively bad, she still couldn't reach this point.

Sure enough, when Song Xuyi followed Fu Xiyu to the martial arts arena, the rest of the disciples had already arrived. The second senior brother Qian He who was the leader had already lined up the disciples. Seeing Fu Xiyu coming, Qian He even joked about Fu Xiyu : "Senior Sister came later than usual today! The hall master of Fulu Hall will probably fine you Yueyin later."

Fu Xiyu had a cold face and did not speak, but Song Xuyi silently lowered his head: Fu Xiyu should be late because of himself.

"You first ask her about her basic skills, and I'll teach them how to practice swordsmanship." Fu Xiyu told Qian He, and then went to the martial arts stage to teach swordsmanship.

Different from Lu Dun's patience and meticulousness that Song Xuyi saw yesterday, Fu Xiyu taught swordsmanship very strictly. Once she saw something wrong with her disciples, she would point it out immediately, and mercilessly asked her disciples to train again and again...and she herself taught like this The disciple's ability, her martial arts movements are extremely standard, sharp and capable, with natural rhythm and beauty, like a ruler carved out.

And with such a perfect ruler in front, it is natural to quickly compare the omissions in everyone's martial arts training process and speed up the learning process.

It's no wonder that Fu Xiyu has such a high status in the Taiji School in the plot summary, and everyone has never doubted her: after all, most of the disciples are trained by her, who would doubt the teacher who introduced him?

"Don't look! Sister Fu has always been strict, and it's scary to look at. Unlike our master who is gentle and kind, I'd rather let the master teach me."

Seeing Song Xuyi staring at Fu Xiyu, Qian He laughed out loud, and pulled Song Xuyi's hairband which he had roughly tied up: "Tsk, it seems that senior sister hasn't taught you how to groom yourself! You did that yesterday The son didn't even notice it, and it's hard for the master to laugh at you. Don't look at the master smiling every day, the master actually cares about appearance..."

Even though it was far away, Qian He still felt the cold gaze projected from Fu Xiyu and falling on his hand.

Qian He didn't dare to talk nonsense any more, immediately withdrew his hand, and returned to the topic with a smirk: "Junior Sister, have you practiced martial arts before? What moves do you know?"

After all, the original body was a child of the Jianghu, and her family had taught her some basic martial arts skills before. After Song Xuyi practiced for a while, Qian He asked Song Xuyi to practice alone for half an hour, while Qian He went to meditate under the shade of a tree.

Song Xuyi practiced for half an hour and stopped out of breath.

After hesitating for a while, he stepped forward and woke up Qian He, who was leaning against the tree and sleeping soundly, and said softly: "Senior Brother Qian, I have finished practicing for half an hour, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Tell me." Qian He yawned with sleepy eyes open, followed Lu Dun's example and took out a folding fan from behind and shook it.

"You said that Senior Sister Fu was deducted monthly money, so how much was she deducted?" Song Xuyi was wary of Fu Xiyu's movements, and continued to ask.

"Fulutang has always been strict in doing things," Qian He yawned again, and casually said, "Sister Fu will probably be deducted three taels of silver this time, right?"

"Three taels?!"

Song Xuyi was taken aback, he didn't expect to deduct so much money: three taels of silver was Song Xuyi's plan for a month's meal money.

Song Xuyi had inquired before coming here, because Song Xuyi is a disciple passed on by the suzerain, so he does not need to pay tuition fees, but the rest of the disciples need to pay a high amount of Shuxiu after entering the school, and all the food and clothing in the sect need to be paid for by the disciples themselves. Moreover, there are many wealthy disciples in the Tai Chi School, and the price of goods in the Tai Chi School is also higher than the market price.

"Then...then how much is our moon silver?" Song Xuyi asked cautiously and continued to ask.

"What is our Yueyin?" Qian He tapped Song Xuyi's head with a fan, and chuckled, "Senior sister Fu and I have Yueyin because we want to teach new disciples how to practice martial arts. You are just getting started. Little disciple, are you still pointing to having moon silver?"

No moon silver?

Song Xuyi froze in place, and his mood suddenly fell to the bottom: Then...the three taels of silver deducted by Fu Xiyu, how long will he have to save to pay back to Fu Xiyu?

But Song Xuyi also understands that it's no wonder that Fu Xiyu, it's because of Fu Xiyu's words that he figured out that he would have Yueyin...

Song Xuyi was extremely annoyed, but Qian He continued to say: "It's also because Senior Sister Fu is diligent, we each only have ten taels of silver a month, but she treats these disciples meticulously, even the disciples who are not very talented. Teach." Qian He thought that Song Xuyi was frustrated because he didn't have Yueyin, so he didn't care, and lay lazily on the tree again: "But what's the use? No matter how hard we try, these mediocre disciples can't catch up with us. "

"Actually, Sister Fu didn't say anything, and Fulutang didn't know that she was late today, but Sister Fu has such a temper! I think she will definitely go to Fulutang to say it later..."

"It's good for you to listen to this now. In another five or six years, if you want monthly silver, you can also come to earn this hard money." Qian He lay down on the tree again sleepily, and handed it to Song Xuyi. A booklet: "If it weren't for the master's favor to guard the new disciples to practice martial arts, I would have been reluctant to come here."

"You practice according to the booklet, and ask me if you don't understand..."

Song Xuyi looked at Qian He's weary look, and felt a little subtle in his heart, but at this moment Song Xuyi couldn't care less about Qian He, and the more urgent thing was to pay back Fu Xiyu's three taels of silver.

Even though he knew that Fu Xiyu's demon sect had robbed the Song family, but one matter was another matter, not to mention being teased by Fu Xiyu yesterday for being greedy for money, Song Xuyi didn't want to owe her any favors.

Song Xuyi took the booklet with a sullen face, and began to calculate in his mind while practicing: If you want to practice martial arts, you must keep up with your nutrition. She originally planned to have a bowl of porridge in the morning, eat two buns and an egg, but in order to pay off the debt, if the egg is removed, she can only eat one bun, and she can't eat meat stuffed buns, and she can't eat meat dishes at noon , I can only eat steamed buns at night...

If this continues, in about two months, I will be able to save enough three taels of silver to pay back to Fu Xiyu.

Song Xuyi sighed in his heart. In these worlds, the main gods gave her a better identity. There was an error in this world, and Song Xuyi finally realized the long-lost feeling of a penny forcing a hero to death.

This feeling is very familiar. In my long-standing memory, Song Xuyi was desperately earning and saving money in order to treat his family members...

After making a plan in her heart, Song Xuyi began to concentrate on practicing. However, her young body could not withstand such high-intensity practice. When the bell finally rang for the end of morning class, Song Xuyi gasped for breath and collapsed exhausted. on the ground.

However, Qian He, who had been in high spirits, visibly cheered up, and shouted at Song Xuyi: "You don't go to the dining hall, and you won't have any food if you go late!"

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Song Xuyi was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back. Seeing this, he hurriedly got up from the ground, and inadvertently glanced at Fu Xiyu, but Fu Xiyu was still staying in the hall to teach a few disciples who had irregular movements.

"Leave her alone, Senior Sister, this is an old problem!" Qian He dragged Song Xuyi to the cafeteria.

According to his own plan, Song Xuyi ate a bowl of porridge and a steamed stuffed bun painlessly, nibbling on it in small bites—as long as he eats slowly, he will feel fuller.

Qian He, a half-year-old boy, was also rough-minded, so he didn't notice Song Xuyi's difficulties at all, so he ordered a lot of food and ate it in front of Song Xuyi.

Song Xuyi was a little bitter in his heart. After finishing the porridge, he put away the bowl, grabbed the buns and ate them while walking, and went to the training ground to continue practicing martial arts:

Time is running out, and I must learn martial arts as soon as possible. Only in this way can we better protect the hero and heroine in the later plots.

Song Xuyi returned to the practice field after eating the buns, but Fu Xiyu was still teaching those people how to move. Seeing Song Xuyi approaching, Fu Xiyu looked up at Song Xuyi.

Song Xuyi, on the other hand, carried out his principle of treating her like air, and still ignored her, and began to concentrate on practicing according to the booklet Qian He gave—

The sun gradually rose, and Song Xuyi practiced for a while before Fu Xiyu stopped instructing his disciples and let go of the last disciple. But at this time, there was obviously no food in the dining hall, so Fu Xiyu didn't care, and walked in front of Song Xuyi , corrected Song Xuyi's movements with a straight face.

Putting aside the previous grievances, Fu Xiyu's guidance was indeed very professional. Even though Song Xuyi was a little bit itchy with hatred when he saw the face of the little villain, Song Xuyi still lowered his head and said "Thank you, senior sister" after Fu Xiyu finished the guidance.

Fu Xiyu glanced at Song Xuyi, pursed her lips and nodded, her eyes darkened, she turned and walked towards the direction where Lu Dun lived.

"Hey, senior sister went to master again."

Qian He also came back to the Martial Arts Arena at this time. He hiccupped and looked at Fu Xiyu's back enviously: "Senior sister has to learn from master for an hour every day. Except for senior sister, no one else has been taught by master alone like this! Really! I hope that I can be as good as my senior sister in the future, so that I can get independent teaching from my master, and I will be mad at the third junior brother and the others..."

Song Xuyi also discovered that the relationship between these brothers who practiced martial arts with Lu Dun did not seem to be good. Each of them expected to get Lu Dun's attention, and even secretly compared each other to cause trouble.

Song Xuyi didn't want to get involved in these right and wrong, and concentrated on practicing his martial arts.

Qian He also got rid of that tired attitude and began to practice sword seriously, guiding Song Xuyi from time to time. I have to say that Qian He does have the capital of arrogance, his martial arts skills are already remarkable at a young age, and the elders passing by all praised him when they saw him...

But Qian He stopped after practicing for more than an hour. Seeing that Song Xuyi was still practicing seriously, Qian He laughed out loud: "Who is not good for you to learn, but you can learn from Senior Sister Fu!"

With a sigh, he returned to his residence with his sword on his back.

The Tai Chi school arranges martial arts training for young disciples relatively freely: before the disciples are ten years old, all disciples are required to attend morning classes. The morning class time is the time to teach new knowledge. After breakfast, the disciples will come back to the Martial Arts Field to compete in twos and threes and fight each other. After noon, a group of people will arrange their own activities. Most of them will choose to practice martial arts in their own residences.

Song Xuyi returned to his yard after lunch. After all, the martial arts arena was ventilated on all sides, and Song Xuyi's clothes were not too thick, so it was too cold to practice martial arts there.

Fu Xiyu didn't come back, Song Xuyi was also happy and at ease, practicing basic movements in the yard until evening.

Song Xuyi finished his dinner, and when he came back, he strode for a while. After Song Xuyi washed up and fell asleep, there was a little movement from the yard...

Is the little villain so busy inside the door?

The busier Fu Xiyu was, the deeper his penetration into Tai Chi Sect became.

Song Xuyi felt a sense of crisis in his heart, but he was so tired after a day of tossing around, Song Xuyi fell asleep involuntarily.

The next morning, the system rang the alarm clock in Song Xuyi's mind on time, but Song Xuyi practiced too hard the day before, his back was sore and his back was so painful that he could barely lift his hands...

Song Xuyi almost put on his clothes and tidied himself up hastily.

And it was almost as soon as Song Xuyi had **** his hair tie indiscriminately, when there was a knock on the door.

Song Xuyi didn't want to owe Fu Xiyu any more money, so she hurriedly opened the door. Fu Xiyu looked at Song Xuyi in surprise, curled up her fingers by her side, pursed her lips, turned around and walked in front—

Song Xuyi didn't care about the pain all over his body, and followed Fu Xiyu with his short legs, and finally arrived at the practice field before the disciples arrived.

Qian He looked at Song Xuyi's messy hair again, and winked at Fu Xiyu: "Senior Sister, this is your fault! What do you think you have raised your child?"

Song Xuyi pursed her lips, and said in her heart that if Fu Xiyu tied her hair, she would probably be even more unsightly, but Song Xuyi thought that she would be in front of others, and she couldn't be as ignorant as the little villain, so Song Xuyi endured it Forbearance, still did not complain.

This day was still the same training intensity. After a day of training, Song Xuyi felt that his body was no longer his own. Fortunately, there was a hot spring pool in the bathroom. Song Xuyi soaked in the pool for a while to relieve the pain, returned to the room after taking a shower, fell asleep on the bed.

But the evil consequences of Song Xuyi's lack of food showed up in the middle of the night. Song Xuyi only felt his stomach growling, and woke up hungry after not sleeping for long.

She remembered that there seemed to be a wild jujube tree outside the yard, which was full of wild jujubes, and it might be possible to pick them to eat. She was about to go out to pick them, but she saw Fu Xiyu in the yard.

Fu Xiyu was rummaging through the weeds in the corner of the yard, as if looking for something...

If Fu Xiyu was around, Song Xuyi was naturally embarrassed to go out to pick jujubes to eat, but Song Xuyi waited for a long time and didn't see Fu Xiyu return to the room, so he felt drowsy, thinking of going to bed, clutching his empty stomach and fell asleep again.

Early the next morning, the alarm clock set by the system rang again on time. Song Xuyi went through a difficult process of getting up, and got up in a daze. Before he had time to comb his hair after washing, there was a regular knock on the door.

"Open the door!"

How did you come so early today?

Song Xuyi was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and walked over to open the door with a comb, and hurriedly said, "Let me comb my hair..."

However, Fu Xiyu took the comb from Song Xuyi's hand.

She took a fixed look at Song Xuyi, then pressed Song Xuyi's shoulder to signal Song Xuyi to sit on the stool.

"Don't move."

Is she... going to comb her hair again?

No wonder it came so early.

In her heart, she pursued her previous principle of ignoring her and treating her as air, Song Xuyi also followed her, sat quietly on the stool and began to close her eyes and doze off.

Song Xuyi originally just wanted to take a nap, but her body was only six years old at this time, and children happened to be short of sleep. When Song Xuyi woke up again, she found that she had arrived at the martial arts arena, lying on Fu Xiyu's thin and thin back .

There was a lot of noise around, and Song Xuyi was put on the ground by Fu Xiyu while he was dazed.

"Senior Sister, you are acting like this! Junior Sister is still young, you must take care of her more. Before you didn't know how to comb your hair, you just went to learn it!"

"Not to mention, Junior Sister combed her hair today, and it looks pretty good!" Qian He smiled and leaned over to look at Song Xuyi.

He originally thought that Fu Xiyu would not pay attention to his words, but the clinker Fu Xiyu nodded, and actually gave him a light "um" before turning around and continuing to teach the rest of the disciples.

Qian He was stunned for a moment at first, and then he was so happy that he turned his head to look at Song Xuyi: "Look, senior sister also admitted that she treated you badly before! Don't you thank me, senior brother? With your senior brother, I will keep an eye on you." , Senior Sister will treat you better and better in the future—”

Song Xuyi casually said "Thank you, brother", but his eyes fell on Fu Xiyu beside him involuntarily.

Did Fu Xiyu know how to comb her hair before?

Involuntarily, Song Xuyi thought of how serious Fu Xiyu looked when he combed his hair for the first time, and how Fu Xiyu looked when he was holding the weeds last night...

Some things gradually became clear in my mind:

So, Fu Xiyu used weeds to practice combing her hair last night?

Maybe I wrongly blamed her the day before yesterday. When I met Lu Dun, Fu Xiyu didn't mess with her hair on purpose...

The anger in his heart subsided a little, but remembering that this person was the big villain in the future, Song Xuyi pursed his lips, and still decided to continue to practice his principle of "ignore her, treat her as air", and resolutely not to soften his heart to the little villain.

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Time flies, and soon Song Xuyi has been an apprentice for nearly half a month.

Under Song Xuyi's frugal policy, she managed to save a tael of silver.

Moreover, Song Xuyi climbed up the tree while no one was paying attention, and successfully hoarded a large bag of jujubes. Although the jujubes were really sour, Song Xuyi still had something to fill his stomach when he was hungry, so he wouldn't be so hungry that he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

Song Xuyi is very satisfied with this progress, and also very satisfied with the way of getting along with Fu Xiyu—

Fu Xiyu seemed to be afraid of other people's gossip, so she came here every morning to comb Song Xuyi's hair, and carried Song Xuyi to the martial arts arena. At the beginning, Song Xuyi was a little shy and didn't want Fu Xiyu to recite it, but Fu Xiyu was so strong at this time, Song Xuyi didn't want her to leave , Song Xuyi had no choice but to compromise...

Other than that, there was no other communication between the two.

Song Xuyi also found out Fu Xiyu's whereabouts: Every morning, he leads his disciples to morning classes, and then goes to learn martial arts from the suzerain. In his spare time, he also needs to help the suzerain take care of the Taiji sect's chores. One of the busiest.

Song Xuyi subconsciously accelerated the process of martial arts: Fu Xiyu's penetration in Tai Chi School is too deep, and he can't stop it now. Only by strengthening his strength and taking on Fu Xiyu's work can he have a chance to reduce her penetration into Tai Chi School.

However, Song Xuyi was satisfied with everything, but some people were not satisfied—

This morning, when Song Xuyi was practicing martial arts, Qian He looked at Song Xuyi's appearance, frowned beside Fu Xiyu and said, "Senior Sister, you have to persuade Junior Sister to eat! Her appetite is pitifully small, look at her cheek lost so much weight..."

Small appetite?

Fu Xiyu looked up at Song Xuyi's cheeks that were no longer chubby, and remembered Song Xuyi's appearance of climbing a tree to secretly pick jujubes to eat a few days ago, his eyes were dim, and his lips were pursed.

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If there is no update at 23.30 in the evening, then little angels, don't wait~