In the early morning, before it was bright, Xiao Wu left the dormitory.
Shrek Academy's training ground is on the east side, an open space paved with bluestones, surrounded by several wooden stakes.
There were several worn-out targets piled up in the corner. When she arrived, there was no one on the field.
The sky had just turned white, and the morning breeze was cool, blowing the strands of hair on her temples back.
Xiao Wu took off his shirt and put it on the wooden stake, moved his wrist, and then started to warm up.
Bending, pressing legs, stretching, all the movements are done smoothly.
In the past, when she was at the Nuoding Academy, she was always doing this absentmindedly, talking to Tang San while pressing her legs.
Or urging him to get food, but now it's different.
No one is talking to her now, Tang San is not here, Rongrong hasn't gotten up yet, Zhuqing is practicing with that pervert,
Oscar is probably polishing Soul Power. Fatty doesn't even know if she is in the academy or not. She is the only one in the entire training ground.
She took a deep breath, and disappeared from the spot in a flash.
The next second, she appeared next to the wooden stake three feet away. She tapped her toes and used the force to turn somersaults.
She kicked into the air. There was no target there, but she kicked it very seriously.
Once, twice, three times.
Do it to exhaustion each time, stop for a few breaths, and then continue.
She didn't know how long she had been practicing. She only knew that the sky turned from gray to bright white.
The sunlight crossed the courtyard wall and shone diagonally on the bluestone ground.
She stopped, leaned against a wooden stake, and looked up at the sky.
Third Brother has been gone for more than half a month.
He said he was going to Blue Silver Ancestral Land to wake up Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline. She didn't know where that place was.
She didn't know how long it would take for him to come back, she only knew,
On the day he left, she didn't go to see him off.
It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare.
She took out the hair rope, which was the one Tang San left for her before leaving.
She held it in her hand for a long time, then put it away again without wearing it.
"No wait," she said to herself.
But these three words are easier to say than to do.
She stood up, patted the dirt on her body, and walked towards the dormitory.
When she reached the middle of the yard, she stopped.
Ning Rongrong is sitting on the steps, holding a glass of hot milk in his hand and drinking it in small sips.
She wore an emerald-colored long dress today, which was a bit brighter than when she wore it at Suotuo City, but the arrogance between her eyebrows had faded a lot.
Seeing Xiao Wu coming, she put down her cup.
"Are you so early again?"
"Hmm."
"You practice like this every day, aren't you tired?"
Xiao Wu sat down next to her and didn't answer.
Ning Rongrong glanced at her and didn't ask again.
The two of them sat for a while, watching the sunlight creeping up inch by inch in the yard.
"Rongrong." Xiao Wu suddenly spoke.
"Huh?"
"Why do you get up so early lately?"
Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and held the milk cup a little harder.
"Can't sleep," she said.
Xiao Wu didn't ask further. She knew why Rongrong couldn't sleep. It wasn't because Third Brother was gone, it was because of that person.
Rongrong has changed since the exchange competition.
No longer making noises like before, no longer always bringing out Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to oppress people,
She began to practice seriously, started to get up early, and started to be alone in a daze.
Xiao Wu knew it was because of the way Chen Jieqi looked at her.
"There is no Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in her eyes, only herself."
Rongrong once described it this way: when she said this, her eyes were so bright that they looked like they contained a whole galaxy.
Xiao Wu didn't answer, she didn't know what to say.
She herself couldn't explain how she felt about Chen Jieqi. That person's breath smelled so good.
It's as clean as the wind in the forest, making people want to get closer but don't dare to get too close.
It's not that I'm afraid, it's that... I don't want to break that cleanliness.
"Xiao Wu," Ning Rongrong said suddenly.
"Huh?"
"Tell me, Chen Jieqi... what does he want to do?"
Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"
"He contacted Breaking Clan, roped in the Ye Family, and asked Brother Xue for a piece of land..."
Ning Rongrong Count on your fingers,
"Isn't he doing it for Soul Master Tournament two years later?"
Xiao Wu was silent.
She has also thought about this problem. The stronger Tang San is and the closer she is to the top of Soul Master, the more dangerous her identity is.
And the more calm Chen Jieqi is, the more he secretly gathers connections and organizes power, the more she feels that this person is invisible.
But she didn't want to think too deeply about it.
"I don't know." she said.
"It has nothing to do with us anyway."
Ning Rongrong glanced at her but didn't reveal it.
"I want to take a look." Ning Rongrong suddenly said.
"What are you looking at?"
"His mine, I heard, is just outside the city East Foothills. It is surrounded by mountains on three sides and has nice scenery."
At this moment, two inconspicuous figures in mercenary uniforms hurried past on the street outside the courtyard wall,
Ordinary people can't see through the wall, but Xiao Wu's eyes are slightly focused.
She doesn't see with her eyes, she senses it with her breath.
Those two people were covered with a very light and cold haze, not murderous aura, nor Soul Power fluctuations.
Rather, it was a cold, mixed aura that made her instinctively uncomfortable.
"What's wrong?" Ning Rongrong noticed something strange about her.
"It's nothing." Xiao Wu shook his head slightly and kept his voice very low.
"It's just that lately... there have been too many strangers going to East Foothill Mine."
She paused and added softly,
"And the aura on some people is very strange."
Ning Rongrong was slightly startled. Although she could not sense the coldness Xiao Wu said, she understood another meaning.
Chen Jieqi just marked the area over there to build something, and immediately unknown people frequently approached.
This doesn't look like a coincidence.
Her heart sank slightly. It turned out that her little girlish thoughts were hidden in front of this invisible undercurrent.
So light that it's almost worth mentioning. Chen Jieqi seems to be walking smoothly, but in fact it has been stared at by eyes from the dark.
Xiao Wu withdrew his gaze and looked at her,
"In what capacity are you going? The eldest lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Ning Rongrong was choked and opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Xiao Wu stood up and clapped his hands,
"Go if you want to, don't use me as an excuse."
She turned around and walked back into the house, walked a few steps, and then stopped.
"Rongrong."
"Huh?"
"Leave a sip of your milk for me."
Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and handed the cup to her.
Xiao Wu took it, raised his head and took a big sip, with a milk stain on his lips.
She wiped it with the back of her hand and returned the cup.
"Thank you."
Then he left.
Ning Rongrong sat on the steps, holding an empty cup, watching Xiao Wu's back disappear into the porch,
She lowered her head, looked at the little milk remaining at the bottom of the cup, and suddenly smiled.
Xiao Wu is right, go if you want to, don't use her as an excuse.
But she didn't dare.
It's not that I don't dare to go to that mine, it's that I don't dare to go alone.
I'm even more afraid that when I stand in front of Chen Jieqi, I don't know what to say,
She was afraid that she was still the "witch" lady and was nothing in his eyes.
She was afraid that he would look at her the same way he looked at other people.
Ning Rongrong put the cup on the steps, stood up, and stretched.
Forget it, don't think about it anymore.
Today's practice has not started yet.
She took a deep breath and walked to the training ground.