Today we don't know what the palace lord is called.

Yin Ming immediately went to his side, pointed Xue Changqin's neck with his fingers, immediately turned black like a black robe, and patted his face: "Don't roll your eyes, you are not a mortal, just cut your trachea, but you will not Are you holding your breath? Which class, is it at the end of the crane in the Guizi class?"

As he spoke, he looked back at Fu Yuanzhi and said, "Oh, you."

There was an opening in Xue Changqin's neck, and the amount of bleeding was not as much as Fu Yuanzhi's arm, and it was far worse than the one he vomited. The wound avoided the blood very accurately and opened on the trachea, as if a hole was opened However, some young Taoists who have little cultivation, experience and knowledge just now are easily frightened by this move-after all, it is the trachea opening the skylight.

At this time, whoever remembers that he is a Taoist in his mind does not need to take a breath after another!

"You can't die with a good technique." But Yinming said casually, "The cut is very clean. Get up and go back to your room and sew it up."

Taoyue held Fu Yuanzhi, and said viciously: "Can't you die? Brother hall master, didn't you see the five spirits igniting the fire formation over there, that is to bring this poor child in to torture him."

Fu Yuanzhi sat on the ground, unable to distinguish, and could not distinguish - his mouth was full of blood, and as a law enforcement officer, Tao Yue's words carried a lot of weight, and a hundred Fu Yuanzhi could not argue with a hundred mouths.

After hearing this, Yinming carefully checked the Five Spirits Ignition Formation, and seemed to have accepted her statement, but when he turned around, he saw Xue Changqin clutching his neck, looking so badly injured that he was about to die halfway in the fairyland. About to roll his eyes again, Yinming slapped him again:

"Study hard, don't pretend to be dead, do you still want me to sew for you?"

Seeing that Xue Changqin was still covering his neck and glaring at him, Yin Ming said proudly, "What's your name? Have you never taken the "Basic Knowledge of Life Species" class? Have you never studied human structure?"

After touching two pieces of jade, a black-clothed lawyer checked it out with his spiritual sense, and said: "Xue Changqin from the Renzi class skipped eight times and failed once. The Taoist teacher suspected that he cheated and passed the exam. But there is no proof."

Yu Pian handed it over, "Here is the spirit pattern of the Rat Taoist."

Yin Ming's face was dark again, in stark contrast to Xue Changqin's instantly pale face, and he drew two strokes of spiritual power on the jade piece: "Go, go, rebuild, or you can connect your trachea within an hour, if If there is still an air leak, then just downgrade to Guizi class."

He waved his hand again and pointed at Taoyue: "Take that and follow me, the rest will clean up the place."

Xue Changqin looked at Taoyue asking for help, but in front of Yinming, Taoyue made no mistake and focused all her attention on Fu Yuanzhi, and when Yinming said to leave, she didn't even look at Xue Changqin again.

The Herrschers took Fu Yuanzhi away and left the area of ​​Chuxin Palace. All the main buildings of the inner gate of Yunmeng Tiangong are located at a higher place, so they are often nicknamed Shangfeng. If they can be retained by the inner gate as an official disciple of Tiangong, That's called "climbing to the sky", but if the disciples of the outer sect are taken to the "heaven" without graduating from Chuxin Palace, then nothing good will happen.

The law enforcement hall is also "in the sky", and the Siguo Cliff on Yinghui Peak, which is dedicated to the outer gate, is not higher than the first cloud layer, so if you violate the rules of the gate, you will go to Siguo and close it tightly.If you can go to the clouds and take a look at the gate of Law Enforcement Hall, then...

They walked over the square of Chuxin Palace, Yinming thought for a while, stopped there, and pointed at the towering stone tablet below.

"Do you recognize the palace training?"

——If you don’t do something, these four words have been drawn countless times by countless seniors who have successfully graduated from the Chuxin Palace and officially embarked on the road of cultivating immortals.

Master...

Fu Yuanzhi lowered his head, no one saw the gloom in his eyes.

Don't do something, in this heavenly palace, not everyone put their heart into it when they wrote these four words.

Private fighting with weapons is forbidden in the Chuxin Palace. Although there will be occasional fights between Lengtouqing, cutting the trachea is already a big mistake that can last a day.

Because it means that you are really doing something, not just fisting and kicking, although ordinary Taoists will not be so stupid as to die of cutting their throats - in the world of cultivators, sometimes motivation is more important than results.

The devil doesn't become a devil after slaughtering the city, he becomes a devil at the moment when he wants to slaughter the city.

Yinming looked at Fu Yuanzhi with a calm face, thought for a moment, and was thrown into the quiet room.

Total darkness.

No lamps are wasted in such a place, the ground is cold and cold, and the spiritual power in the air is thin, and even if the spiritual power is abundant, the ring and the body cannot be used;

Outside is locked the law lock carefully crafted by Zhilvtang, and a large protective array is spread out on the top of the mountain. As the hall master, Yinming can activate it instantly anywhere in the Tiangong, and many carefully selected and strictly trained Herrschers are stationed here Not to mention shutting down disciples who made mistakes, it is not impossible to shut down a devil.

The two captured devils are locked here, Fu Yuanzhi is calm, so he still has the time to look around, there is a blood demon Xie Ran sitting on a floating platform on the lower floor, and he is competing with a senior sister of the law enforcement hall. .

The entire interior of the law enforcement hall seems to spread down into the mountain, like an ancient Roman arena, going down circle after circle, but it is too big. If you look down from a high position, it has the cold gray and gloomy color feeling of the end-time technology , so the Palace Master doesn't like this place, and he doesn't like the apprentice being locked up here.

This silly boy said he could solve it, so he solved it for himself and went to prison?

A spiritual thought of the palace lord passed through the restriction silently, and the entire dark quiet room was filled with lustrous light because of his arrival.

There was a small lump huddled in the corner of the wall, and the light-colored disciple uniform was stained with blood, sticking to the body stickily. The small choked sobs that were not easy to detect stopped abruptly because of his arrival. Fu Yuanzhi lifted a piece of paper His face, which was stained with dirt and blood, showed a big smile as always, and shouted happily:

"Master!"

It seems that the house is full of sunshine.

However, he quickly lowered his head again, as if full of guilt, and said in a low voice: "The master used to run away when he said he couldn't beat him. This disciple never ran away, and he swore that he would not be saved by the master. I... I am ashamed..."

The palace lord walked over silently, sat next to him, then tried hard to separate the clumps of apprentices, pressed his protest, and said, "Show me."

Fu Yuanzhi hugged his knees and shook his head.

"What nonsense, comfortable with injuries?" Gong Zhuan scolded with a straight face, but actually wished to hold it in the palm of his hand and brag about it.

"Master, don't look at it, it's just a skin trauma... Besides, if you heal it for me, they will come to interrogate me after a while, and you will be discovered."

The palace lord's hand froze, and he silently put it back on his lap. Looking at the small group of apprentices in the corner, he felt that his internal organs had also become a small group.

"Do you know those people?" he asked.

Fu Yuanzhi bit his lip and shook his head again.

"It's not Jingzhu Xiaoyu's cronies." The palace master's spiritual sense can clearly see that when the incident happened, Jingzhu Xiaoyu was fleeing over the wall, chasing after his father's followers, and shouting the very iconic " Young master, please stop making trouble." It was like a scene of a nobleman fighting against his own father.

Look at those people... Beizhou, Lanzhou and Nanyanzhou, there are quite a few Taoists coming from there. For those Taoists who attacked Fu Yuanzhi, the palace lord tapped their spiritual power to mark them. Now those people are taking off their clothes. Pretending to be an upright disciple, he went back to the guest room where his sect lived.

Not a school, which is even more strange.

"Maybe..." Fu Yuanzhi hesitated, and under the strict questioning of the Palace Master, he said in a low voice, "Maybe because I am from the Fu family."

[Master, the Fu family is not only a demon-slaying family, but also an independent family, unlike several families that support each other with Yujingcheng, and do not associate with various Daomen. Those who want to get rid of the ancient family, those who have conflicts of interest...] Gong Ling muttered to supplement the settings.

[Moreover, the Fu family is very traditional, and the way of educating family disciples is still in ancient times. They like family education, and they don't let their disciples go to other sects. Your apprentice is a special case. There is no second one in the three islands of Shizhou A Fu family who does not study magic in the family. 】

But when he looked down at his apprentice, his eyes were bright and firm, and the reflection of the green hill was the green hill, spotless. He didn't have any domineering habits of big families, and he would never be obedient just because he was hit or excluded.

And eighteen times, eighteen times in a month, but the palace owner didn't see any revenge from him, didn't see any expression of resentment on his face, calm, peaceful, facing the abyss like stepping into spring.

It's just... After becoming a master, watching from the side, I feel that the little apprentice is pitiful, even the fat rabbits rolling all over the ground on Yueqi Peak are more arrogant than him.

So this is a great opportunity, and I won’t be regarded as some kind of demon spirit by my roommates who are in the way. The palace master generously hugged the apprentice in his arms, rubbed his head and face, satisfied with the welfare of the elders domineering, and wiped the apprentice carefully with his hands. Wipe off the dirt on his face, and pick out the leaves and clods stuck in Fu Yuanzhi's hair.

Er... The palace lord is in trouble, and the apprentice's hair is loose, but I don't know how to comb my hair in ancient costumes, so I can't tie a double ponytail for him...

Although it was just an external incarnation of the palace master's spiritual thoughts, Fu Yuanzhi was still completely stiff, all the blood rushing to his head, rumbling rumbling, those who didn't know would think that there was thunder in the veins.

"Sleep for a while, rest, I'm here with you."

I have just come to this world, and I am not familiar with the place of life. Every day when the wind blows on the top of the mountain, I see this guy falling from the ladder. It is not fate. In the realm of cultivation, you must believe in superstition!

"Master...Master..." Fu Yuanzhi was pressed on the palace master's lap, subconsciously trying to hide his blushing face, but when he turned around, he hit the master's lower abdomen.

Although the avatar of spiritual thoughts is translucent and a bit luminous, Fu Yuanzhi still feels——

It turns out that you can hug when you are injured, come on, chop me another [-] knives!

Waist!Fu Yuanzhi made a sneaky trick - in the deserted village, he couldn't control himself and gnawed on the afterimage of the spiritual power of Master Yu Jing, isn't it because that guy owes his master's waist...

Feeling the apprentice in his arms thumping, the palace lord took out the skillful technique he had practiced when dealing with the court lady's blowing hair and Daju's kick, pinched Fu Yuanzhi's back neck and pushed him back very naturally, and patted him on the back : "Hey, sleep."

Fu Yuanzhi suddenly limp into a puddle.

——Being plotted by an unknown conspiracy, you can actually be hugged and slept by the master. For the same conspiracy, give me ten more, no, one hundred!

The author has something to say: Apprentice: I am injured, I want my master to brag about it, I want my master to hug me, and I have to hold it high!

Master: Boer~

Apprentice: Applause for love!

Master: You are still young.

Apprentice: No, it’s not small, let’s try it.

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...Well... I am such a serious and dedicated dog food producer. There are clouds of conspiracy, clouds of crisis, and intense conflict plots. Is that edible? Is there sweet dog food?