Rebirth of a Star General

Before he went to Xianchang school, he Yan always felt that he was very good.

After entering Xianchang hall, he Yan took another step on the road of doubting himself every day.

All the students in the Xianchang school are the children of the noble family. Not only are they rich and powerful, but they also have a rich family background. It is impossible to compare such a family, a nouveau riche family, or a family that relies on chengjue for a living. If he Yuanliang had not kept a personal relationship with his teacher at the beginning, he Yan could not have been stopped by the back door.

On the one hand, he Yan is very happy that she can enter Xianchang hall. On the other hand, she is full of pain for her every day in Xianchang hall.

The reason is nothing else, because compared with the children here, her performance is really a bit miserable.

He family raised her to use male etiquette and conduct outside, but she did not learn much about inside. When I first arrived at Xianchang hall, I didn't know what to do with it. I often made jokes, but my husband was helpless.

If the liberal arts were better, she would read and recite it several times, listen carefully when giving lectures, and she could barely get through the middle school. But when it comes to martial arts, it's a total failure.

Since he was a child, he Yan sneaked away to the Houshan sect monks to carry water and practice martial arts. She thinks that she is also very decent now. As a result, her first martial arts examination in Xianchang hall has become a wonder of Xianchang hall.

"Bow, knife, stone" are not the same qualified, galloping down from the horse, the arrow missed, even the husband shook his head and sighed, the young people around pointed at her and laughed more and more, there is a humanity: "he Rufei, you can't be a woman? Why can't you do anything? Do you usually learn embroidery at home

He Yan stands up from the ground in a panic and pats the dust on his body. He thinks, no, he will be found out if he goes on like this. Before he finds out his identity, he will be taken back by Madame Heda, and he will have to hold back at home again. Or study hard and practice hard, so as to stay in the Xianchang hall safely.

So he Yan began to study hard and practice hard.

There is no such thing as stealing light from the wall, no reflection of the firefly in the bag, and there are some dancing chickens, and there are also some hanging beams and stabbing stocks. He Yan often practiced calligraphy, horseback riding, archery and knife training while scolding in his heart.

She tried her best and could only struggle at the edge of her tail, so those who could easily win the top prize without any effort were particularly dazzling.

Xiao Jue is one of them, or the most annoying one.

This young boy is like a prodigal, like thinking like a mule. His family is so superior that he sets thousands of favors in one. That's all. He goes to school every day and is often late. Sometimes he leaves early. He doesn't pay much attention to him. He is always the first in Arts and martial arts.

He Yan was puzzled. God had given him beauty and dignity. Why should he do so much to give him wisdom? Can't you give it to yourself?

God did not answer Heyan, she can only tears to make up for it.

Gradually, he Yan's "sword, horse, bow" began to have an effect, although it was not as good as those young people who had been in contact with their parents and brothers since childhood, and they were not even the last one. Sometimes they fought for it, but they could also fight for the third from the bottom.

He Yan felt satisfied and worked hard, but he still got something.

At the back of the Xianchang hall, the martial arts division will divide the weapons. Heyan chose the sword among the swords, not for anything else. He just felt that the sword was lighter and lighter than the sword, so it was not so hard to swing.

However, her swordsmanship is also a mess.

He family has not asked Mr. Wu to teach her in the house alone. He Yan has no foundation at all, even his horse steps are crooked. The swordsman of Xianchang hall has no hope for her either. Just look like you can resist the enemy. Let's talk about it. It's really dangerous for a young master to go out without a few attendants. It's up to the servants.

However, he Yan felt that this was not possible.

Since she has chosen, she should practice her sword well. The students can only go home on two days a month and live in the Xianchang hall the rest of the time. She sneaked out in the dark at night and ran to the school yard to practice sword.

The school building is elegant. When the moon is good, the wind blows and rustles in the bamboo forest, and the green color is winding. There are bamboo and cypress in the moon, and the red carp tail in the pond, which is like a fairyland in the painting. The master practises sword here. He only waits for the world to change. He will come out when there is chaos.

He Yan is very happy to practice, if you ignore her poor swordsmanship.

I cut off a corner of my clothes. I hit my head by the scabbard. I tripped and fell. I'm not careful

She heard a slight smile.

In the night, this chuckle to inexplicable, Heyan nervous to get up, is not the ghost?

When she saw the stone bench in the courtyard, she did not know when a person was sitting. She was wearing white robes and brocade boots, and her eyes were bright. She was the favorite son of heaven, Xiao Jue.

Xiao Jue looked down at her. She put her hands behind her and wiped the stains on her clothes. She said calmly, "what are you doing here?"

"Watch you practice sword." The young man replied lazily.

"Yes, what is there to see?" She plucked up the courage to reply. She never liked to talk to the teenagers in Xianchang hall. They didn't like her, and they always bullied her.Xiao Jue looked at her for a while, suddenly stood up, she was caught off guard, the youth has arrived in front of her. She is a girl. She is not as tall as a boy, so she can only reach the young man's chest. She raised her head and could see the clear chin line of each other, and the beautiful, tender and cool eyes like autumn water.

"I was just an accident..." The young man gently hooked the corner of his lips. He was born with a beautiful and heroic appearance. With a smile, he compared the cool night of the whole courtyard, which was more moving than the moonlight. However, the words he uttered were ironic, "someone is still a weak chicken with such efforts."

He Yan said:

She pushed Xiao Jue, picked up the sword and ran away. She was indignant. The LORD was fair. He gave the boy beauty, talent and family background, but he didn't give him a good heart.

What a nuisance!

After that, he Yan still sneaks into the yard to practice sword every night. She thinks that hard work can make up for the weakness. It is better to work hard than not to work hard.

However, to her indignation, Xiao Jue followed her out every night since that day. When she practiced sword, he would sit on the stone bench, read and drink tea by candlelight. She was black and blue, and several pieces of her clothes were damaged. He was bright and clear, elegant and had time to see her make a fool of herself.

She is still trying to maintain the last three to the last sprint, he effortlessly, everything top.

Efforts are still hard, relaxed is still relaxed, spring and autumn, winter and summer, the youth has grown into youth, the girl has changed her face. White clouds and dogs, vicissitudes of life, the same, only Xianchang hall in the night, and the backyard bamboo tip of the moon at the third watch.