But after a while, Yang Kai returned, holding a bowl of white rice in his hand, and handed it to Zhao Ya.
Zhao Ya took it and looked up at him: "Just a bowl?"
"Not enough?" Yang Kai frowned.
"But there is Brother Xiaobai!"
Zhao Yebai shook his head quickly: "It's okay, I'm not hungry."
Zhao Ya looked at Yang Kai pitifully: "Master, can you give me an extra bowl?"
"No!" Yang Kai said, before leaving.
"Sniff!" Zhao Ya died of anger. Not only is the master of her own inhumanity, he is also dying of stingy, but there is always something to eat, and the impression of him in my heart is so bad that I would not worship him if I knew this. It's a master, it's really outrageous for an adult to bully two children.
After some push, the two children gobbled up a bowl of white rice, eating to their satisfaction. Although they were still not full after eating, they had at least some strength.
In the Void Continent, spring goes and autumn comes, late summer and winter solstice, year after year.
Zhao Yajia's resources are extremely extraordinary. The senior leaders of Qixingfang originally had high hopes for her. They felt that with her qualifications, the road to practice would be smooth, and I was afraid that it would not take many years to easily break through the emperor.
However, ten years later, Zhao Ya was actually nothing more than the True Origin Realm.
The road of martial arts, from bottom to top, is divided into body quenching, Kaiyuan, Pneumatic, Clutch, True Essence, Wandering, Transcendent, Saint, Holy King, Return to Void, Void King, Daoyuan, Emperor Zun, a total of 13 levels.
Although the speed of gaining True Yuan in ten years is not slow, it is not judged by Zhao Yajia's qualifications.
You know, the same group of Miao Feiping who had visited Seven Stars Square is now a transcendent realm, two realms ahead of Zhao Ya.
The news came that everyone in the world only treats the Qixingfang Taishang who lives on Qingyu Peak as a misunderstanding child. Although he has a high level of cultivation, he does not know how to teach his apprentices. There is not no such person in this world who knows how to cultivate, but It may not be a good teacher, a good piece of raw jade has been polished by him, and I can't help feeling sorry for Zhao Yamingzhu's secret cast.
As for the handyman Zhao Yebai who entered Qingyu Peak with Zhao Ya, he has long been forgotten, and only the disciples of Qixingfang can often see Zhao Yebai busy up and down the mountain.
Ten years have passed. The kid who was seven or eight years old at that time is now a boy of seventeen or eighteen. The more than ten years of handyman life has made Zhao Yebai's figure vigorous and his eyes are energetic.
Under Qingyu Peak, by the water pool, Zhao Yebai rushed around carrying two large buckets and filled the buckets with water. When he had no time to leave in the future, he saw a group of people coming bustlingly.
These people are all disciples of Qixingfang. In the center, they have red lips and white teeth. They are surrounded by the crowd. The stars are like a moon, and they are a few years older than Zhao Yebai. Come here while walking.
Hearing the movement, Zhao Yebai looked up, his face stiff.
The group of people came to Zhao Yebai and gathered him in the center intentionally or unintentionally. The folding fan boy slapped the folding fan away, stuck it behind his head, and looked at Zhao Yebai carelessly: "I asked you to pass it to Junior Sister Xiaoya the day before. Did you hand it in?"
Zhao Yebai scratched his head: "It's handed over."
The boy raised his eyebrows: "Give it to her in person?"
"Yeah." Zhao Ye nodded his head.
The boy excitedly said: "What did Junior Sister Xiaoya say?"
Zhao Yebai replied: "I didn't say anything."
The boy was stunned and asked, "Does the junior sister watch it?"
"Tell the truth or lie?" Zhao Yebai asked cautiously.
The boy stared: "Of course it's the truth!"
Zhao Yebai said quickly: "I didn't look at it, I just tore it, and then told me to ignore you next time!"
The look of expectation on the young man's face suddenly turned into infinite loss, and even his face became a little pale, as if he had been hit hard.
"Senior Brother Liu." Zhao Yebai yelled softly, "I still have to carry water, so let's go now."
The young man surnamed Liu recovered, gritted his teeth and said, "It must be you who said something bad, or else the junior sister would tear up the letter without reading it!"
Obviously, when she saw the junior sister last time, she smiled at herself. How could she smile so sweetly if she didn't care about her
Zhao Yebai hurriedly waved his hand: "I didn't. I didn't say anything. I just told her that it was from Brother Liu. Then Xiaoya asked Brother Niu and Brother Dog..."
"You still quibble!" Senior Brother Liu was furious and waved: "Beat him!"
Zhao Yebai suddenly hugged his head and squatted down in a thunderous manner, and curled up together: "Don't slap your face!"
The skill of the action is obviously a long battle.
Over the years, as the age has grown, Zhao Ya has become more and more spiritual. Those brothers and sisters from the upper and lower sects have the privilege to meet her, which one is not tempted
It's a pity that Zhao Ya lives deep in Qingyu Peak on weekdays, and can't wait to get down the mountain, so many brothers want to feast their eyes on it is an extravagant hope. In this way, Zhao Yebai, who rushes up and down the mountain every day, has become the best microphone.
Zhao Yebai didn't know how many letters that implied sentimentality had been handed over, but they were torn to pieces by Zhao Ya every time.
At the beginning, the brothers still cared about the majesty of the overlord elder on Qingyu Peak, and did not dare to do anything to Zhao Yebai. This kid said that he was a handyman at Qingyu Peak, but it was up to the owner to beat the dog.
But later everyone discovered that the Supreme Elder really ignored Zhao Yebai's life and death, so he put his heart down, and Zhao Yebai did not suffer for this.
Fortunately, the people who shot were also measured and didn't know how to make heavy moves. They all knew that Zhao Yebai was just a mortal who hadn't practiced before. When he beat him, he only exerted some punches and kicks, and never used the power of a martial artist.
There was a crackling, the dust was flying, Zhao Yebai was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face.
"What are you doing!" An angry shout came, and immediately a bearded young man sprang out from the woods, wrapped in violent power, and scattered the many brothers who had gathered around Zhao Yebai. People couldn't dodge, and fell to the ground.
Senior Brother Liu stared at him and whispered: "Miao Feiping!"
The visitor came to visit the gate of the mountain in the same period as Zhao Ya, and was also born in the Seven Stars Collection. Now he has a cultivation base of the Transcendent Realm. Among the same age of the same school, his cultivation base is far ahead, and he is also by the sect. The senior leaders have high hopes, and the supply of spiritual materials is open, and many of his older brothers are not as good as him.
Miao Feiping stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Yebai up, glanced up and down, and asked, "Is it all right?"
Zhao Yebai grinned and said, "It's okay, brothers and sisters are joking with me."
Miao Feiping hates that iron is not a steel track: "I've been beaten like this, and I'm still joking with you? You laughed too."
"Can you cry then?" Zhao Yebai twitched at the corner of his mouth.
Miao Feiping snorted coldly and turned to look at the senior brother Liu: "At any rate, they are all elite disciples of Qixingfang. So many people bully an ordinary person who has not practiced, so it is so face?"
Senior Brother Liu and the others were shuddering and did not dare to answer. None of their cultivation bases were as high as Miao Feiping, and their status in the sect was not as high as Miao Feiping, whom the elders had expected. How dare to talk back, if it is really annoying. If they were beaten by others, it was all in vain, and their teacher would never give them a head.
"A group of bullies and fears of hardship, hit you, I think I dirty my hands, but if I don't clean up you, someone will clean up you."
When Senior Brother Liu heard this, not only was he not surprised, but he was delighted.
Miao Feiping looked bored and waved: "Get out of here!"
A group of people ran away without a trace.
After everyone disappeared, Miao Feiping turned his head and glanced at Zhao Yebai, stretched out his hand and lit him: "What is good about you? I told you not to be a handyman on Qingyu Peak. You didn't listen. You were beaten every three times. It's very comfortable for a meal?"
Zhao Yebai smiled naively.
"Take it." Miao Feiping threw a porcelain bottle over, "Smear it on the bruise to invigorate blood and remove blood stasis."
"Yeah." Zhao Yebai was not polite with him, took the porcelain bottle and opened it and smeared it.
Miao Feiping sighed: "Back when we were young, you took the initiative to join the Qingyu Peak as a handyman in order to make Sister Xiaoya feel at ease. The road will go wider and wider, and how long can you guard her? In a few decades, Xiaoya will still be that Xiaoya, and you will probably become a bad old man by then. You want Xiaoya to face that all day long. A terrible old man, does he wash his face with tears?"
Zhao Yebai was silent.
Miao Feiping patted him on the shoulder: "The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain. Think about it yourself."
"Yeah." Zhao Yebai answered silently.
"I went back to the Seven Star Collection a few days ago and met Aunt Lu and her mother-in-law." Miao Feiping said again.
Zhao Yebai looked up and said, "How are my mother and mother-in-law?"
Miao Feiping smiled: "It's good, don't worry, it's strange to say that the mother-in-law is so old, the younger she lives, the wrinkles on her face are less than last time, your mother is not Becoming younger, it just doesn’t seem to have changed at all. I couldn’t believe it when I went to meet them. It’s really weird. They haven’t practiced before, so how can they still look permanent.”
"Where is Uncle Yang?" Zhao Yebai asked.
Miao Feiping said, "Uncle Yang has left two years ago. Before leaving, I told your mother to tell you that you should be well at Qixingfang. If anything goes wrong, go home."
"Uncle Yang gone..." Zhao Yebai's expression darkened. He hadn't had a father since he was a child. Uncle Yang gave him the feeling that he was a father. I don't know how many times he hoped he could be with his mother after he was a child. You can start shouting daddy.
It's just that every time I say this, I will be knocked out by my mother.
My mother-in-law said that Uncle Yang has several daughter-in-laws, and it is not a problem to always wander outside. Sooner or later, he has to go back.
"Uncle Yang said that sooner or later he will see you and Xiaoya." Miao Feiping added.
Zhao Yebai smiled: "I see."
"Go back." Miao Feiping waved.
"Then I'm leaving." Zhao Yebai said, lifting the wooden bucket filled with water with both hands, walking fast.
Miao Feiping twitched the corners of his eyes, secretly feeling that although this kid has never practiced, his strength is really great, how can ordinary people carry such two buckets of water and run faster than a rabbit.