After passing through the book, Master must work hard to achieve the ending of be

"That's right, you don't even know who your senior brothers and sisters are!"

Song Xiaoye patted her chest proudly.

Song Huaiqing:......

It really shines with some sunshine.

"That's right." Song Xiaoye seemed to have thought of something again, and pointed at Xiao Fangchi outside the house, and moved closer, "If that kid does something wrong, give me a severe punishment, and don't make yourself angry. If you can't bear it, , just leave it to me, and I’ll make sure that brat remembers it deeply.”

At the end of the sentence, Song Xiaoye almost couldn't contain the eager expression on her face.

What does her nephew mean? In her eyes, in the entire world of cultivation, her junior brother is the most important, she is the second most important, and Song Xuchuan is the third most important.

To be honest, when Song Huaiqing was in modern times, everyone wanted to curry favor with him when he saw that he was rich, but the only one who really treated him well was probably Li Bo.

Now, he could truly feel Song Xiaoye and Song Xuchuan's concern for her, the kind of concern that came from the heart and treated her as a close relative.

It made him feel warm and at the same time a little at a loss.

"I'll take care of it."

After thinking for a while, he replied.

Now it's not Xiao Fangchi's problem that provokes him, it's him deliberately making things difficult.

"Okay, then I'm relieved. I'm leaving first. Junior Brother, you have a good rest, and remember to take me with you when you set off."

The departure Song Xiaoye mentioned naturally meant going to Tongjian Sect.

She kept this in mind all the time.

There wasn't much fun left for her in the Bulao Pavilion, so she was thinking of going to the Tongjian Sect.

Song Huaiqing is sure that there will be a lot of fun things going to Tongjian Sect this time.

In the original book, this is equivalent to a large copy, with a lot of pen and ink.

"it is good."

Song Huaiqing responded.

After Song Xiaoye left, only Song Huaiqing and Xiao Fangchi were left in Canglang Pavilion.

Xiao Fangchi was still kneeling in the rain, his soaked clothes clinging tightly to his body, making him look even thinner.

Song Huaiqing stood up, injected himself with spiritual power, and walked towards Xiao Fangchi.

All the rainwater was kept out, and his dryness was in sharp contrast to Xiao Fangchi's embarrassment.

Song Huaiqing looked down at the person kneeling on the ground: "Don't think that just because you are my only direct disciple, you can make your own decisions. Without me, you are nothing. Do you understand?"

"Disciple knows, I hope Master will not be angry."

Xiao Fangchi didn't eat anything in the morning, so he went to Canglang Pavilion first and ate a bowl of wontons, which were still mixed with rainwater. After kneeling in the rain for so long, he was already a little exhausted, and his body swayed slightly.

Seeing this, Song Huaiqing snorted coldly and kicked Xiao Fangchi on the shoulder, "Why, kneeling for so long is no longer enough? Are you so squeamish now?"

Xiao Fangchi was kicked to the ground by him, half of his face was soaked in the rain, and his face turned pale. His eyes looked up at Song Huaiqing, as if some emotion was spreading, and suddenly it turned into another emotion that he couldn't understand.

Because he couldn't understand, he became even more irritated.

Song Huaiqing stepped on Xiao Fangchi's face and covered his eyes tightly, "Don't look at me with strange eyes, if you still want your eyes."

"I understand, Master."

"That's pretty much it." Song Huaiqing retracted her feet with satisfaction, "Go and clear the table."

Xiao Fangchi got up from the ground tremblingly, looked inside the room, and then at Song Huaiqing, with a troubled look on his face.

"Master, my disciple doesn't know how to use spiritual power to dry clothes."

The master just told the young uncle not to get the inside of the house wet. If he went in directly like this, the master would definitely be angry.

"Won't you go back and change into clean clothes first?"

Song Huaiqing had no intention of using his spiritual power to dry Xiao Fangchi's clothes himself.

"Disciple knows."

"You only have one time to burn incense. After one stick of incense, I don't want it to be left empty."

Mu Nanyuan is not close to Canglang Pavilion, and one round trip in one stick of incense is far from enough. Xiao Fangchi has very little spiritual power, and cannot use flying means, so he can only run desperately.

After a while, Xiao Fangchi came back, breathing heavily, his face became even paler, and his lips had no color at all.

"Master...honor, Ma...will be ready soon."

He raised the package in his hand and ran to the cubicle to change clothes without stopping.

He knew that it would most likely be too late to burn an incense stick, and he would not care whether the clothes he had changed were wetted by the rain when he ran, so he simply brought the clothes he had changed over.

Song Huaiqing moved a stool and sat lazily at the gate, looking at Xiao Fangchi. There was still an incense stick outside the door that was transformed with spiritual power, and it was about to be burned out.

Just when Xiao Fangchi put away the dishes and chopsticks, the incense burnt out.

Good luck.

Song Huaiqing thought to himself.

However, he had no intention of letting Xiao Fangchi go like this. Today's bullying task was not up to standard.

This was an agreement between him and Ling Ling Ling, even though Xiao Fangchi was the center of the world and nothing would happen to him. But after all, his age is there, and his body is not well maintained. If he is bullied too much, he will become disabled easily. If he is disabled, he will still suffer.

Therefore, he and Ling Lingling made an agreement that the daily bullying would only reach a certain level, and when Xiao Fangchi grew older and became stronger, the intensity would gradually increase.

This is the limit of what he can do.

"Master, the disciples have already packed up."

Song Huaiqing withdrew his thoughts and looked at the obedient person in front of him.

Xiao Fangchi stood respectfully, because Song Huaiqing said she didn't want to look at him, so she lowered her head.

Song Huaiqing controlled his spiritual power, lifted Xiao Fangchi's chin from the air, and asked, "Are you tired?"

"Disciple is not tired."

"Haha." A sneer escaped from his throat, and he increased his spiritual power. "Then you made my house wet. What do you say?"

Hearing this, Xiao Fangchi was a little confused.

He obviously came in to clean up after changing his clothes.

As if she knew what he was thinking, Song Huaiqing generously answered his questions.

"Why, the side hall is not my house anymore?"

No matter how well Xiao Fangchi did, he still made mistakes.

Xiao Fangchi lowered his eyes and said, "Disciple is willing to accept the punishment."

That obedient look really made people want to abuse him severely.

"That's so good." Song Huaiqing patted Xiao Fangchi's face as contemptuously as possible, "I want to practice archery today, so go and use it as a target for me."

"Yes, Master."

Xiao Fangchi stood back in the rain, his changed clothes suddenly wet again, with a spiritual fruit on his head.

Song Huaiqing stood up and was now in the middle of the door. He flipped his palms and a bow and arrow made of spiritual power appeared in his hands.

He pulled the bow and arrow hard, gradually pulled the bow and arrow to the maximum, and aimed it at Xiao Fangchi in the rain.

"Stand still, it won't be good if I accidentally hurt you later."

Saying this, he let go, the arrow left the string, and shot toward Xiao Fangchi with great force.

The arrow went straight past Xiao Fangchi's cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

"Ah, my teacher missed the target."