However, before Xia Wushuang could take two steps, the small boy who had been slapped in the head three times in a row suddenly jumped out.

"Wait, uncle! Can I challenge you now?" The little man stood out among the teenagers and said firmly.

Xia Wushuang seemed to turn back consciously, then grinned and praised: "The little guy has a very good personality and has not disappointed the uncle."

He did not let the boy take action first, but instead bounced out with a clean and neat finger.

Suddenly, an invisible force suddenly appeared in the space, causing the road to crack and draw a path visible to the naked eye, leading directly to the fifteen-year-old boy.

The little boy didn't even have time to react, so he was directly knocked away by this casual finger and then fell to the ground.

The villagers were shocked and retreated one after another. They never thought that this son-in-law from the Baitian family would be so powerful with one move.

"What's the name of the little guy?" Xia Wushuang asked with a smile.

The little boy was knocked away by one finger for more than ten meters, stood up from the ground in surprise, touched him for a long time, but he did not find any wounded scars from his body.

"Uncle, my name is Xiao Ming! What magic did you use just now? Why don't you need to chant a spell?!" The little boy touched the back of his neck embarrassedly, unable to even take a move. He felt that he was too embarrassed.

"Xiao Ming?" Xia Wushuang smiled even more when she heard this extremely familiar name and nodded and praised: "You have two very powerful star talents, so don't go to Xiao Ali. If you have time, come to me. The uncle will give you a set of more powerful meditation methods."

"Really?" The little boy's eyes lit up, and he instinctively felt that this uncle must be more powerful than the fourth lady.

Xia Wushuang nodded. Among these thirteen teenagers, he valued this little boy the most, and he had the intention of poaching from Xiao Ali from the beginning.

"Where are we, uncles?!" When the young men saw the power of the uncle in front of them, they immediately threw away the last trace of reserve in their hearts. They all came to the side of the little boy, looking at Xia Wushuang with anticipation.

Xia Wushuang couldn't help but smile. This is the so-called teenager's nature. Born in an orphanage like an environment, it seems that he has never experienced such a period. It is also an irreparable regret when he thinks about it.

After thinking about it, it was not easy to favor one person in front of so many villagers. He nodded and said, "If you are not afraid of suffering and skinning, you can come to me then."

Seeing this, Fuxi was naturally happy. It was also a blessing for the Baitian family to get along with his son-in-law so easily.

"By the way. Everyone should do their own business, no need to send it."

After saying this to the surrounding villagers, Xia Wushuang waved her sleeves and continued to pass through the lane with good fortune and joy.

Low eaves, old houses, uneven gravel paths, and mulberry roads in front of the door. This is a paradise that is invincible.

Not long after, under the leadership of Fuxi, Xia Wushuang came to the gate of the temple opened by Li Tian Xiao Ali.

This temple, specially used for teaching and solving doubts, was built by the Baitian family at the edge of the village, on the farthest side from the Monster Mountain.

The entire building is somewhat similar to the Temple of Heaven in the ancient Central Empire Capital. It is centered on a towering tower, surrounded by rising white stone fences and white stone stairs. Beyond the stairs, there is a wide open space, specially used by those seeking scholars to listen to mysterious magic courses.

Xia Wushuang walked to the door and looked up. He saw a stone plaque hanging on the eaves of the door, with four ancient words "Wushuang Temple" written on it, with a trace of tender demon flowing, which really made him feel warm and he couldn't help but want to see the little beauty bathing by the lake again.

The warrior guarding the gate saw that Xia Wushuang's face was unfamiliar, and was about to come forward to ask if he was a foreigner who came to listen to the class. As a result, Fuxi ran to the door, grabbed the guards who were preparing to check their identities, and muttered twice in their ears with cleverness.

The eyes of these warriors suddenly became surprised. Finally, they bowed to Xia Wushuang together, and then quietly retreated back to the original garrison gate.

Xia Wushuang smiled and said nothing in the face of such special treatment. He was the son-in-law of the Baitian family. He said something that seemed a bit arrogant. In this small village, what kind of gift he could not bear?

However, although he entered Xiao Ali's temple with the green light, he retreated Fuxi in a low-key manner, and then walked slowly towards the front row alone along the inconspicuous corner.

As one of the few saint-level mages in the dusk stairs, Xia Wushuang has an extremely special aura when walking. In the meantime, he "fits the Tao with his body". His behavior can affect the magic power in the space, which will give people an inexplicable shock, and the prototype of the saint's pressure.

Under such an invisible shock, even if Xia Wushuang was in the front row and kept walking forward, no one dared to stop him. Instead, many listeners gave up their seats, hoping that he could sit next to him.

Xia Wushuang looked around and saw that there were outsiders who admired magic in the temple, almost filling the entire temple with black heads everywhere. This shows how amazing the charm of magic is to mortals.

He thought about it for a moment, and suddenly opened a piece of white paper. In the surprised eyes of the person beside him, he used blood as ink and wrote it with fine monster words, and then rolled it into a paper snake and placed it on the ground.

Hissing!~~The sound of poisonous snakes grinning in the crowd.

The scholars on all sides were shocked. After the paper snake in Xia Wushuang's hand fell to the ground, it immediately turned into a slippery black snake. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated into the cracks in the ground and then disappeared.

"Anyway, the fantasy barrier has to be established, so there is no need to be afraid of raising a tiger anymore. Sister Guzi and Kanako can preach everywhere on the East Continent, open a dojo, and absorb believers with the charm of magic. This idea is obviously much simpler and more effective than realizing the wishes of children everywhere." Xia Wushuang murmured to himself, then casually found a futon and sat down slowly.

He sat down so lightly, but another group of people immediately changed into him. They were a group of powerful young people in the "world".

Xia Wushuang didn't care much about this.

It is afternoon in the East Mainland, and Xiao Ali did not appear on the high platform. The bustling crowd sat here. Not only did no one complain, but they were waiting patiently, just like pilgrimage believers. Everyone's will to learn magic was extremely firm.

"Is this master a magician?" Xia Wushuang sat silently for ten minutes, and finally a young man in a gorgeous robe couldn't help but talk to him.

Xia Wushuang glanced at the witty man, smiled slightly, and nodded.

"Sir, I am Fujiwara, the eldest son of the Fujiwara family in Kyoto. I wish I could ask you, are you here to attend the class as well?" The young man with a noble status was immediately delighted when he saw Xia Wushuang admit it so happily.

"That's right!" Xia Wushuang still nodded.

"Hiss!~~Is the fourth lady of the Hitan family so powerful? It seems that the task assigned to me by Emperor Muwu this time is about to be ruined again!" Fujiwara was not a little disappointed. Although he was the first successor to the Fujiwara family, he had no achievements.

"Oh?" Xia Wushuang said with a slight expression when she heard this, pretending to be indifferent: "It's not necessarily amazing. I just passed by Baitian Village. I heard that there was a preacher who opened a dojo here to preach magic, so I came over and took a look with curiosity."

"Then you dare to ask, sir, are you awesome?" Fujiwara Nobu asked this after hearing this.

"..." Xia Wushuang was speechless and looked unkind: "Didn't you ask the fourth lady of the Baitian family? What should I do if I turn the topic to me?"

"It's not like that. Although Emperor Muwu wanted to recruit Miss Ali from Heida to the cabinet as an official, he mainly wanted to train his daughter to become a magician." Fujiwara Nobu looked at the young magician who was no longer two years older than him. Seeing that his expression was still, he didn't know the depth, he could only shamelessly continue to say hesitantly: "So... I want to find a magician who is more powerful than Miss Ali to go back."

Xia Wushuang smiled. Emperor Mu Wu really had some ideas and wanted to create an immortal dynasty for his descendants. He glanced at the man named Fujiwara Bubi next to him, and said in a word that he shattered his hopes: "I think it's better to find Miss Ali. Although Miss Ali may not be very powerful at the level of a magician, if you want to teach and educate people, it is much better than me."

"Is this so?...that's really disturbing sir." Fujiwara nobi was not a fool, and his eyes were full of anticipation and dimmed in an instant.

Seeing this, the other young people around took over Fujiwara's position and began to come over to get close to each other.

However, at this moment, a sound of a gong suddenly came from the high platform of the dojo, and then a little beauty in pink robe slowly walked out of the tower in a long period of anticipation.

The dojo, which was originally a little murmur, suddenly became quiet. The young men who came towards Xia Wushuang also closed their mouths in the solemn atmosphere, and stared at the graceful beauty on the platform with their glittering eyes.

"I haven't seen each other for a year, Ali's child has become more and more beautiful!" Seeing the pink figure on the platform, Xia Wushuang's eyes lit up and couldn't help but admire.

Indeed, Lida Xiao Ali was originally a rare beauty in the world.

Now a year later, on her short purple hair, she still wore a toon flower that symbolized the will of the martyrs; her delicate little body was wearing a decent pink dress. The bookish aura of a lady from a noble family slowly unfolded with this perfect outfit, making her white fingers and face look even more crystal-like, making people unable to help but want to take a look. (To be continued...)

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Chapter completed!