Song of Adolescence

The next day Lei Wujie was awakened by the sound of a flute. The flute sound was a little ethereal, with a trace of indescribable melancholy. With the flute sound, his mind flew back to the world-famous man in a dream. Leijiabao. In the huge courtyard, there was only a middle-aged man in a gray robe standing under a somewhat dilapidated small house. He was very thin, with a pale complexion. He was sitting in the courtyard and flipping through an ancient book. He seemed to notice the person standing in front of him. The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, his expression full of anger: "What are you doing back here!" Lei Wujie woke up suddenly.

He stood up, rubbed his head vigorously, and looked up, and found that Xiao Se was still sitting on the eaves, but he was not playing a flute. He just picked a leaf from nowhere, put it on his mouth and played the tune. . Seeing Lei Wujie wake up, Xiao Se waved his hand gently, and the leaf was blown away with the wind. He leaped and fell from the roof.

"Wake up?" Xiao Se asked quietly.

"What about the boss?" Lei Wujie looked around, but did not see the man with a mustache.

"The boss went out of the city. He said that his Mengpo soup was almost a drink, and he was going to look for that overseas fairy mountain." Xiao Er came to the backyard and said to them with a smile.

"That boss..." Lei Wujie frowned, "Who is it?"

Xiao Se patted him on the shoulder: "People have helped you in three consecutive fire-scorching techniques. You are always an expert and a good person. Why do you think so much?"

Lei Wujie scratched his head: "That's right. Go, go to the Dengtian Pavilion."

Xiao Se gave him a white look: "Can't you eat early and then go?"

"Right, right, right." Lei Wujie realized that his stomach was empty and nodded hurriedly. The two said goodbye to Xiaoer, walked out of the Donggui wine shop, and sat down in a steaming bun shop on the side of the road. Xiao Se asked for two drawers of steamed buns and two bowls of soy milk, and said lightly: "After today, we are going to part ways. For the last breakfast, I invite you."

"Brother Xiao, you're a little melancholy about this." Lei Wujie took a sip of soy milk, only to feel a warm current pouring into his stomach, making it uncomfortable.

"It's not melancholy." Xiao Se put down the bowl and looked at the Dengtian Pavilion in the distance, "I just feel that it is such a long journey back, but this one is only for five hundred taels of silver..."

Lei Wujie's expression froze on his face, he seemed to guess what Xiao Se wanted to say next.

"There have been so many wrongdoings along the way, and I almost lost my life, even with the original interest, or even if you are 800..."

"I'm full, I'll go to the pavilion!" Lei Wujie swallowed a bun, picked up the package and walked to Dengtian Pavilion.

Xiao Se smiled, took a sip of soy milk, and said nothing.

The little Er on the side put the towel on his shoulders, looked at the young man in red who was walking towards the Dengtian Pavilion with pride and dignity, and shook his head: "He is another guy who doesn't know the sky."

"Oh?" Xiao Se glanced at him.

"How many veterans who have been practicing for decades can't get through this ascend to the sky pavilion. What's more, he is such a stinky kid?" Xiao Er's tone revealed disdain.

Xiao Se took out a piece of silver: "Or, let's make a bet?"

"Bet?" Xiao Er looked confused.

"Bet on how many floors that guy can go up." Xiao Se pointed at Lei Wujie's back.

"Okay, how to bet." Xiao Er came with interest.

"I bet him," Xiao Se looked at Xiao Er seriously, "I can go to the 16th floor."

Xiao Er was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, thinking that the guest officer was really stunned by the heat, so he gave himself a piece of silver for nothing.

At this time, a man dressed as a book boy was leading a tired old horse, sitting on it was a handsome scholar in white, carrying a book box on his back, slowly walking towards the Dengtian Pavilion.

"Little Master, the man in red in front seems to have gone to the pavilion." The book boy said a little blame, "Let you sleep in this morning, let people be the first."

The scholar smiled uneasily: "Maybe that guy was shot down all at once?"

"Little Master, don't you know how to look at the breath of Master Master, don't you? Take a look at this young man's breath, how many levels can he go up?" Shutong waved his head towards Lei Wujie.

The scholar waved his hand gently, and volleyed and slapped the boy on the head: "You have to be called the son, don't be called the junior uncle."

The book boy seemed to have been hit and covered his head: "I must tell Master when I go back!"

The scholar ignored him, raised his head and smiled and looked at Lei Wujie: "Well, this young man, I guess I can make it..." The scholar stopped suddenly, his expression a little surprised.

"What's the matter?" Shutong turned to look at him.

The scholar sighed softly after a long time: "Fei Xuan, it seems that this young man really wakes up late today."

In the steaming steamed bun shop on the side, Xiao Se frowned slightly, tapped the tabletop lightly, and said thoughtfully: "Qingcheng Mountain?"

Lei Wujie finally reached the downstairs of the Dengtian Pavilion. In the middle was a gate that went through the pavilion. Several family members dressed in luxurious clothes were walking in leisurely, and next to it was a small door with an upper door inside. Pavilion's road. A yawning young man was sitting on the steps of the small door, biting a big bun bit by bit, muttering in his mouth: "It's really unlucky today. It's a turn to guard this broken pavilion, but it's on this floor. I don’t know how many stupid idiots are going to be beaten again.” He heard the footsteps in front of him, raised his head, and glanced at Lei Wujie: “Boy, you want to break into the pavilion?”

Lei Wujie nodded.

The young man "snorted" disdainfully, "I'll talk until I finish eating this bun."

Lei Wujie didn't worry, smiled, and walked forward and sat down beside the young man.

The young man had a better impression of Lei Wujie. He often met those martial arts who came up and shouted like they were going to fight in the ring. They didn't have any leisure and elegance to wait for him. He raised his fist and was about to fight him. Lei Wujie was so cool. Freely, there is still a bit of family style.

"Hey, I have only visited the gate of Xueyue City for three months, and it is already my turn to guard this broken pavilion for the sixth time. Today, it is still the first floor. I have suffered a lot." The young man took a bite. Bun, sighed.

Lei Wujie raised his eyebrows: "These pavilion guards take turns?"

"That's right." The young man glared at Lei Wujie, "You don't know this, and you still come to the pavilion. The first five floors are all disciples who have just started for less than a year, and the sixth to tenth floors are all for more than one year. The eleventh to fourteenth floors are all disciples who have been in the school for more than three years. The fifteenth floor is the guardian elder, and the sixteenth floor? There are said to be dozens of them in Xueyue City who are more powerful than the guardian elder. I know who the next one will be. After all, only one has appeared in the past few years when I reached the 16th floor. At that time, the Lord of the Three Cities came in person."

"A disciple who has been in the market for less than a year can hold onto this pavilion?" Lei Wujie asked.

"That's natural, what is Xueyue City. I have only been here for three months, so what? Those martial arts who claim to have been practicing in the rivers and lakes for more than ten or twenty years are not enough for me to fight. It's not my little brother, I brag. If you were not born in a family of martial arts and have that golden stab, don’t come to this Dengtian Pavilion to make trouble. Don’t say that the tenth floor worships the elders, and these five floors, no one can get through!"Young Ren Baozi finally finished eating, he looked at Lei Wujie, a little regretful, "You, you have the face of a family son, but it doesn't happen to be the life of a family son. Or, listen to the little brother's advice. Just leave. Right."

"I've walked thousands of miles to come here, I can't bear to leave like this." Lei Wujie shook his head.

The young man "tsk": "It's a persevering person. What's your name? Although you may be beaten by me in a while, but after all you met, I will walk in the rivers and lakes in the future, my brother will cover you."

"Lei Wujie."

"Oh, Lei Wu..." The young man finally didn't bite the bun in the last bite, his eyes widened, "Which Lei?"

Lei Wujie stood up, patted the dust on his body, and smiled heartily: "It's the Lei you can think of."

Damn, he's really a disciple of a family, and one of the most difficult families. But shouldn't this Leimen disciple walk down the sunshine avenue? Why are you having trouble with yourself in Dengtian Pavilion here? The young man stood up in a panic, "Xie Yanshu in Xia, from Xie's family in Lingnan."

Lei Wujie nodded and smiled at him: "Is the bun finished?"

Xie Yanshu swallowed the last bite and nodded: "Yeah!"

"Then I'm going to break into the pavilion." Lei Wujie took a step forward.

Xie Yanshu wanted to lose people but not lose face. What if you are a kid from the Thunder Gate? After all, I practiced the sword in Xueyue City for three months. I was really afraid that you would not succeed, so I took a aggressive step forward: "If you want to break into the pavilion, follow me first..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lei Wujie punched him out.

"Step across the body..." Xie Yanshu struggled in the air to finish the line, and then fell heavily to the ground, and a red shadow stepped over him without hesitation.

Lei Wujie started to go to the pavilion.

Once boarded, he went directly to the tenth floor!

In the inner city of Xueyue City, a young disciple was running to Xuehai Pavilion in sweat, shouting loudly: "It's not good, it's not good!"

"What's wrong?" A slightly older man walked out of the pavilion, frowning slightly. Other disciples who heard the sound also rushed out.

"Some...someone broke into the pavilion." The young disciple said breathlessly.

Everyone scolded after hearing the words: "Nonsense, there are people in the Dengtian Pavilion every day, what surprises you."

"But this person... went up to the tenth floor all at once!"

Everyone was in an uproar: "Tenth floor? It is Senior Brother Han who guards the tenth floor today! Could it be the martial arts senior who came to provoke again, even Senior Brother Han can fight?"

"No, not a senior, claiming to be only seventeen years old!"

"What? Seventeen years old?" Everyone looked at each other, and they were about to ask more carefully, but suddenly the group fell silent. The disciple who came to report was about to be puzzled. When he turned around, he immediately lowered his head: "Big brother..."

Tang Lian, dressed in black, did not scold him, but asked, "What are the characteristics of the person you are talking about?"

"Return to Senior Brother, wearing a red dress and holding a long package, claiming to be... a person from Lei Jiabao." The young disciple reported truthfully.

"Sure enough, it's him." Tang Lian moved in her heart, her figure flashed, and she ran towards the Dengtian Pavilion.

"Big brother, this is... going to guard the pavilion personally?"

"Big brother, which level should you guard?"

"The difference between the kung fu of the big brother and the guarding elder is only a thin line, if the big brother goes..."

"It's the fourteenth floor!"