Disciple kneels and begs for my forgiveness [Transmigration Book]

The whip came out through the air, but it wasn't as fast as the last time it hit Xie Chi.

Mo Zilan could even hear how the whip approached him little by little, how it was pulled down on him, and how it was shaken away violently.In the end, there was a burning pain.

Mo Zilan straightened his back, the wound was implicated, and the pain became more intense.

Fu Qing's hand holding the whip turned slightly white due to the force.He said coldly, "Do you know what I'm doing now?"

Mo Zilan replied in a calm voice: "Master is angry."

"You think I'm you?" Fu Qing said, "It's fine if you can remember like this. Does it hurt?"

Mo Zilan didn't respond, but shook his head.

So the whip fell even more urgently and fiercely.Using spiritual power, the wound was glued between the cold and heat, which made Mo Zilan tremble.

Fu Qing still asked him: "Does it hurt?"

Mo Zilan calmed down and breathed for a while, then said: "No."

"to be frank."

"There is no pain when the spiritual power enters the body before."

What he was talking about was the excruciating pain when the demon's root bones were not sealed, and the spiritual power ebbed and flowed in the body.

Fu Qing was silent for a while, then slowly raised her hand again.

This whip, when it fell, was like a bone-piercing wind, as if even the sky and the earth changed color.He couldn't see coming and going so quickly, and when he noticed, he had already passed through Mo Zilan's body.

When the whip fell, there was no time to make a sound, but Mo Zilan shivered from the pain.Big drops of sweat dripped from his pale face, he clenched his teeth and tried to move his body.Then he took a deep breath.

Fu Qing looked at him, and still asked, "Does it hurt?"

It is impossible to say that the soul is whipped without pain.Mo Zilan could only nod his head.

He raised his head inadvertently, just in time to meet the pity in Fu Qing's eyes.

The moment the two looked at each other, Fu Qing suddenly turned her head away, hiding the softness in her eyes.The voice was so pale that there was no emotion: "Remember when it hurts, why did you beat you as a teacher."

"I shouldn't have tortured those demon cultivators." Mo Zilan said in a low voice.

Fu Qing responded, but it was as light as a sigh of relief.

Mo Zilan almost felt that Fu Qing was more unhappy about beating him than he was.He seemed to have unknowingly forced Master to make such a bad move.

But if he just gently exposed it like this, he will soon be forced to face Master again.He didn't want that, so he could only continue to be a bad apprentice who didn't know how to praise him.

Fu Qing said: "Get up."

But Mo Zilan still knelt on the spot, lowered his head and said: "Master didn't beat hard enough, I won't change it."

"What did you say?" Fu Qing asked in surprise.

After being dazed for a moment, he knelt down and looked at Mo Zilan at the same level: "Say what you think."

"They killed a lot of monks. What those monks experienced before they died was no less serious than what they are experiencing now. I treat them like this, even if God finds out, I don't care about it. What's more," Mo Zilan lowered his voice, as if angry Said the next sentence, "They still want to...blaspheme Master."

His celestial being, the person he held in his heart carefully, was so despised and profaned in front of people.How could he be willing.

If Master hadn't found out, he would have made those people pay enough before letting them die.

Mo Zilan asked sincerely: "Isn't it good to fight an eye for an eye?"

The wound on the back started to hurt again, and Mo Zilan looked at Fu Qing trembling all over, "If Master thinks I'm hopeless, just beat me to death. It's about Master, I won't change it."

There was no wavering in Fu Qing's eyes.

Mo Zilan lowered his eyes, waiting for the next whip.

But in the end Fu Qing just reached out and raised his chin, forcing him to look at her, and said flatly: "If that's the case, you and I should have died."

Mo Zilan trembled all over, and looked at Fu Qing in disbelief.

"Revenge and venting anger are two different things. As you said, those people are worse than maggots...why should they be angry with maggots?" Fu Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, calmed down unexpectedly, and explained to Mo Zilan , "In this world, apart from them, there is also the light and wind of the moon, the singing of insects in the mountains and rivers, and you and me...you have to open your eyes and see."

Fu Qing was thoughtful: "Mo Zilan, even if you think I'm talking nonsense, if you insist on your tit-for-tat... How long can the twin flower in the cold river last?"

The boy's eyebrows trembled slightly, as if he was struggling.Fu Qing hugged him into his arms, and poured cool spiritual power into his body to heal his meridians and soul.

When Fu Qing just attacked, he deliberately picked the most painful place, but it would not cause much harm.Now that the treatment is underway, Mo Zilan can't suffer too much.

But the boy's body was still shaking.Fu Qing almost suspected that the child was sobbing in his arms.

It was rare for him to worry about his old father, and paid attention to Mo Zilan's mood: "There are not many disciples like you in the world who can be treated in the arms of the master, so remember it well."

Mo Zilan didn't respond, just when Fu Qing thought he was not going to take care of him, he heard a hoarse voice next to his ear: "Disciple...keep it in mind."

"If you are free, you might as well memorize what you said before you became a teacher." Fu Qingchao tapped him on the shoulder twice, "The treatment is over, get up."

Mo Zilan coveted the temperature of his body, and rubbed against Fu Qing's body before getting up.

His movements were very small, and Fu Qing only thought that he trembled when he remembered.Seeing that there were no tears on the young man's face, he couldn't help laughing that he was worrying too much, and Mo Zilan didn't look like the kind of child who would cry about little things.

Although the injury is not serious, it still needs to rest for some time.Fu Qing then brought Mo Zilan back to his residence in Yinque Domain.

The Fu family in the Yinque domain used to be a big family with a lot of bells and lanterns, and they also preferred KitKat buildings. Even if most of the continuous buildings were destroyed by monsters, there would always be some leftovers.Fu Qing chose a relatively clean palace, repaired it casually and made it a temporary residence.

The mountains are full of bamboo forests, the stream in front of the gate is gurgling, and the windy bamboo dock has the demeanor of a fairy dwelling.

Mo Zilan was wounded after receiving those whips, and fell down without a sound on the way back.

The kid seemed to be obedient to him, but he was actually quite tempered.Fu Qing was only slightly stunned for a moment, then hurriedly supported him before he fell down, and brought him back to the bamboo hut.

Mo Zilan was very quiet when he was sleeping, his face was pale, half of his face was pressed into Fu Qing's arms, it was an extremely trusting gesture.

She clearly knew that she didn't trust him so much, but she was still willing to surrender herself defenselessly.Fu Qing hesitated for a moment, then gently brushed Mo Zilan's black hair hanging down his face with his slender fingers.

Mo Zilan's previous question still lingered in his mind.

—Why don't you believe me?

Fu Qing knew that it was not so easy for him to give his trust to anyone.But he is like a hollow piece of ice and snow, as long as someone is warm enough to melt the coldness of the outer layer, he can reveal his soft inner side to that person.

But for Mo Zilan...Fu Qing suddenly felt a headache and rubbed his forehead.

He knew that he actually liked Mo Zilan very much.That look in the dark and constantly peeping towards the sun always reminded him of his former self.

Mo Zilan is tenacious, full of vitality, and sincere, which is Fu Qing's favorite appearance.

"How can I trust you?" Fu Qing murmured subconsciously as she watched the boy's brows and eyelashes trembling slightly due to anxiety in his dream.

But how self-righteous Mo Zilan is, how much he doesn't hit the south wall and doesn't look back, he also knows.He understood his paranoid side better than Mo Zilan himself.

The child protected him so tightly that he was reluctant to let others look at him even with a single glance.But he didn't know that there was a moment when the person who hurt his respected master the most was himself.

Fu Qing rubbed his forehead lightly again, and sighed like self-deprecating.

never mind.He always judges his present life by his past life, and he is the biggest idiot who bothers himself and troubles others like him.

Seeing that Mo Zilan was not sleeping soundly, Fu Qing set him up with a small array to calm his nerves.

Relying on the fact that Mo Zilan was asleep and couldn't hear him, he whispered to him, "Good boy."

The unconscious man heard his words, as if grasping a ray of light in the darkness.Mo Zilan, who was only showing pain on his face, suddenly became short of breath.

He suddenly grabbed Fu Qing's hand, almost crying, "I'm in so much pain, so sad...why didn't you tell..."

He said a few more words later, but he couldn't hear them clearly because they were too vague.

Mo Zilan opened his eyes suddenly, and seeing Fu Qing right in front of him, he was suddenly relieved, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Qing waited all night before Mo Zilan opened his eyes.

Realizing that Fu Qing was looking at him, the boy quietly smiled at him.

Fu Qing: "What?"

"When I wake up, Master is by my side... I feel at ease." Mo Zilan narrowed his eyes with a smile.

Fu Qing felt that his appearance was a bit silly and disliked him, so he just responded and said, "Don't get carried away. I'm still angry with you."

Fu Qingzao didn't bother to get angry with a child, even if he could have a little temper, he would have disappeared long ago.It's just that Mo Zilan has to remember long.

Hearing his words, the young man really became sober, but he still looked at him and smiled, as if looking at some lost and recovered treasure.

Fu Qing gave him a strange look: "You were injured before? It can't be that I knocked you out several times."

Mo Zilan knew that he must have figured out the situation in his body when he was unconscious, and there was no point in hiding it, so he could only obediently admit: "I was careless when I fought with monsters before. I thought it was nothing serious, but I didn't expect It is damaging to the root, and the old wound was brought on when I was whipped just now. Now there is no serious problem."

"If you get this kind of injury again in the future, don't deal with it on your own." Fu Qingnian thought that she was still angry with the child, so she added in a bad tone, "In case I don't know where I will die."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Mo Zilan looked at him and smiled again.

Fu Qing was confused: "What are you laughing at?"

Mo Zilan: "Master comforts me, I am happy, so I smile."

Seeing his expression without any haze, Fu Qing finally understood.

When he felt that he was fierce, Mo Zilan was not afraid of him at all.

He felt that he had to explain to the blind child.

Fu Qing then stood up, walked up to Mo Zilan, hugged his head, and pressed him into his arms.

"This is called comfort. It was punishment just now. I don't want to talk to you. Do you understand?"

Mo Zilan was suddenly hugged into his arms, feeling the warm body temperature, he was still a little dazed.

After reacting, he hurriedly hugged the master who was thinking of him, and rubbed against his ear, exhaling hot air, speaking with a smile.

"The disciple keeps it in his heart, dare not or forget it."

The author has something to say: Fu Qing wonders every day: I am such a master, am I not fierce, huh?