On one side of the platform was a stone chair made of ink blue stone. On it was an old man in ochre dressed in Tang suit, with white hair and skinny skinny. Looking at the boy's performance, he kept shaking his head and couldn't help but sigh and said, "Xiao Xin, you do it again."

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the jade plate under the first small scale line still looked bright red, and the few faint green lights flashed by were almost negligible.

The old man stood up suddenly, tall but thin, he was slightly hunched, his arms trembled, and pointed at the boy: "It's been two years, but you haven't practiced it at all! You are not a material for practicing martial arts! The rotten wood cannot be carved!"

When the old man found out that he loved the most and wanted to teach all his martial arts skills the most was a waste of martial arts practice, the blow he suffered was as painful as losing his most promising young son a few years ago.

The old man endured the pain in his heart and announced loudly: "Lu Xin, the third-generation grandson of the Lu family, is stupid and difficult to become a great man. From now on, he will not be allowed to practice the Lu family's martial arts and chase it to Motianling!" After saying this, the old man felt that his whole body was about to be taken away. After losing his most valued young son, he placed all his hopes for the revitalization of the Lu family on his youngest son's only son, but now all these expectations have failed.

As the old man had just announced this decision, the Lu family members standing on the martial arts field began to talk.

"I haven't practiced it at all? How is this possible? His father reached the second level when he was five years old. How could the genius son be a useless person?" A very small number of tribe members who sympathized with Lu Xin's encounter were lamenting his talent.

Someone responded: "His father is a martial arts genius, but his mother belongs to the Zhang family. What qualifications are the Zhang family? A group of face-to-face people who only know how to make money and don't have kung fu. I guess he must have inherited his mother's qualifications."

Suddenly a harsh voice sounded: "I have always seen him as a waste since I was a child. Now it seems that he is a waste! His father has been dead for three years, and his mother has run away with others again. Why does our Lu family still take in such waste? This kind of garbage thing should have been driven down the mountain and left at home to waste food." The person who said this was Li Gang, the second uncle of Lu Xin. A foreigner was not qualified to speak out here, but Lu Xin failed to practice Fu Hu's skills. There was no need for the tribe members to offend Li Gang, who was the fifth level of Fu Hu's skills and was ranked as deputy director of Jiangzhou Municipal Education for a waste.

Li Gang's two sons, Lu Xin's cousin Li Fatang and Li Zhantang, saw that his father set the tone, helped him for his father. He mocked Lu Xin: "Even if he can practice martial arts, he is still a fool. Let's go down the mountain as soon as possible."

Those distant relatives are mostly villains who never give in time and only take the blame, following Li Gang's saliva: "This waste is thrown away from our Lu family! It's best to expel the family and let him die!"

Since his father went to Japan to perform a mission and died in an airplane accident, his mother was forced to remarry others under pressure from her parents' family, and his grandmother, who loved him the most, passed away. Lu Xin felt that this manor was becoming more and more like an ice cave. He could tolerate the harsh training day after day, but the cold reception of those relatives made him unable to bear it, but no matter how unbearable he could, he had to endure it.

Since he started practicing martial arts at the age of three, he could not remember how many times he had been despised, ignored, contempt and malicious oppression. He had become accustomed to it. At this time, the ridicule coming from the martial arts field fell into his ears no different from the sound of a fly.

Lu Xin was just disappointed with himself, very disappointed. The last hope of staying in the Lu family was cut off. He could no longer support his father and could no longer repay his grandfather's expectations for him.

Lu Xin slowly raised his head, and his face, which looked thick-browed and big eyes, was filled with indifference that was inconsistent with his age. His dark eyes swept coldly over his relatives, making the relatives who were still whining, especially the father and son of the Li family, flashed a little panic in his heart.

Although Lu Xinnian didn't remember clearly, he could fully imagine how respectful these relatives would be to themselves and even how humble they would be when their grandfather was still in the commander of a large military region, and their father was genius who had cultivated to the highest level of ancestral internal skills.

Lu Xin's grandfather Lu Chengwan heard the people's discussions too much. He was furious and waved his hand to signal the people to shut up. Lu Chengwan was in a high position, and had been through the battlefield for a long time. He became serious, extremely majestic, and murderous. Those guys were silent, hurriedly closed their stinky mouths and stood there obediently.

But these people were still gloating at Lu Xin's every move. They looked at him to death and wanted to see how depressed he would be.

After Lu Cheng's words determined Lu Xin's future, he suddenly remembered the youngest son Lu Junzhong, who had no bones. Looking at Lu Junzhong's orphan, he felt a little guilty. He gently pulled Lu Xin up and said softly: "These people have thin eyes, don't be as knowledgeable as them. If you go down the mountain to study cultural knowledge well, you will also be a literary talent. In fact, it is not just martial arts that can lead to a future."

Lu Xin knew that his grandfather was comforting himself. Those who practice martial arts in martial arts schools such as Shaolin martial arts schools at the foot of the mountain had no future. They just came out as bodyguards and security guards, and they could not compare with those who studied culture at universities. But how could the martial arts practiced by ancient martial arts families like him be compared with those who studied literature?

The first rule for a family to cultivate talents is to emphasize martial arts over literature. If Lu Xin has the talent for martial arts, the family will vigorously train it. In addition to family masters who devote themselves to teaching martial arts, the family also invites famous teachers from other places to teach cultural knowledge, and does not have to go down the mountain to study at school. When Lu Xin finishes his studies, the family will also use the strong relationship established in the military and political circles for decades to pave the way for Lu Xin. If you want to be a civil servant, you can at least pave the way to the commander of a city, and if you want to be a military officer, you can also make him sit as the commander of a division.

However, all this and future prospects have nothing to do with Lu Xin. Since he cannot practice his ancestral internal skills, he can only become a screw in the family industry. Everything he does in the future is paving the way for other talented family teenagers and making wedding dresses for them.

Lu Xin smiled bitterly and stepped down from the platform, preparing to go back to the yard to pack up his things and go down the mountain to study.

Grandpa Lu Chengwan looked at Lu Xin's back as he was dissatisfied, and hurriedly called Lu Xin: "Lu Xin, don't be busy packing things first. Go to Baiyun Temple to see Monk Sekong. He is close friends with your father. Maybe he can show you a different way."

Lu Xin responded without looking back and walked down the mountain.
Chapter completed!