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Qing Huan hurried down the stairs following Shu Yu's flustered footsteps, she somehow regained her composure as she ran, "Was there someone just now?"

"I don't know, I only heard some movement, I'd better go back quickly, and go to see it later when I have a chance."

"In the future...you go by yourself, I won't..." Saying that, Qing Huan blushed again.

Shu Yu looked at Qing Huan's shy look, thought about it carefully, and suddenly understood something, and said with a smile, "Oh... what did you just watch?"

Qing Huan glared at Shu Yu: "Look at you smiling like that, shouldn't you have guessed it yourself?"

While chatting, the two walked back to the rest area on the first floor.

It seems that something happened.

A group of people gathered in a corner, chirping and chatting, as if they were watching something.Qing Huan suddenly realized that they were surrounded by her original seat.And my own painting...was spread out on the table when I walked away...

With a dark face, Qing Huan pushed aside the crowd and squeezed in. Seeing the scene in front of her, she was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

I saw Lan Ze sitting there with a pen in his hand, raising his eyebrows and drawing something on the scroll.Upon closer inspection, most of the results that had been drawn in the past many days were completely destroyed. There were a few bastards scribbled on it, and there were messy simple strokes, as if they were only intended to completely destroy the painting.

Seeing Qing Huan approaching, Lan Ze raised a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Hey, the little cripple is back? My sister added a few strokes to your painting, what do you think? Tsk tsk, let me tell you, your hands are really useless. What’s the name of this one that came out? Is it a latrine? I dare to name it the name of the Northern Punishment Palace. It’s better for me to add it. Take a look, does this little thing look like you? Hey, tell me, does it look like you?”

The surrounding disciples burst into laughter, and all began to sneer.Shu Yu was blocked from the crowd, unable to get in for a while, and kept walking back and forth in a hurry.

Qing Huan's eyes were red, her fists were tightly clenched, her eyes were firmly fixed on the destroyed scroll, without blinking.That look was terrifying.

Lan Ze put the pen down again, and continued to draw with simple strokes: "Look at you, you are so angry that you don't even dare to fart. What? Why are you so arrogant? Your Majesty doesn't want you, tell me you are still angry I can't be too tall. I don't have a father or a mother, hmph..."

As if at the blink of an eye, Qing Huan strode up and grabbed Lan Ze by the collar and pulled her up, her eyes were terribly red, and then a hard fist hit Lan Ze's face.

"Ah! You little bastard!" Lan Ze cried out in pain, and then nosebleeds flowed down her mouth. She looked at Qing Huan in disbelief, and stood still.She was a few years older than Qing Huan and taller, so she effortlessly grabbed Qing Huan's collar and lifted her feet off the ground, then fell hard to the ground.

Qing Huan was in severe pain, but she just let out a muffled grunt, and immediately stood up again, and threw her fists down like a rainstorm, and only hit Lan Ze's face, causing Lan Ze's face to be bruised and nosebleed.

Lan Ze held down Qing Huan, kicked Qing Huan on the stomach, and kicked Qing Huan two meters away.Qing Huan's small body rolled a few times and hit the corner of the table. The violent impact made her spit out a mouthful of blood.

Qing Huan wiped the corner of her mouth fiercely, got up enduring the severe pain, and rushed towards Lan Ze again.

But this time, he was stopped halfway.

Ping Zilai who didn't know when came and grabbed Qing Huan's collar with a dark face, anger was about to overflow his brows, the disciples had never seen Ping Zilai with such a cold expression, they all shrank their necks in fright.

Lan Ze was stunned for a moment, then called out again: "Master! Look at Qinghuan, look at how she beat me up!"

Ping Zilai glanced at Lan Ze's badly injured face, then looked at Qing Huan, whose eyes were still red, and shouted sharply: "How decent is it in the public! Go back to Hongfei Pavilion, and I will settle the score with you!"

In the main hall of Hongfei Pavilion.

Ping Zilai sat on the main seat with a calm face.A group of disciples lined up in two rows with their heads bowed respectfully, and Lan Ze and Qing Huan knelt in the middle, not daring to speak.

Lan Ze's face was only injured, which looked serious, but it was actually a skin trauma.And Qing Huan didn't seem to have any serious problems on her face, but after being kicked heavily by Lan Ze, her abdomen hurt like a knife, and there was a strong smell of blood in her mouth, but she would rather swallow it than spit it out.

"Who made the move first?" Ping Zilai asked sullenly.

Lan Ze said first: "Of course it's her! I don't know what kind of deep hatred I have with her, so I rushed up to beat me without saying anything, Master, look at the blood on my face!"

Ping Zilai glanced at the two of them lightly, and then asked: "Why did she hit you for no reason?"

"Qing Huan has disliked me for a long time, do you still need a reason for beating someone?"

The disciple next to her didn't dare to stand up and speak out when she heard her talking nonsense.Shu Yu raised her eyes and was about to say something when the disciple next to her pulled her sleeves and gave her a look.Shu Yu ignored it, and stood up and said: "That's not the case. It was Lan Ze who provoked first, and his words hurt people too much!"

"You have a good relationship with her, so it's natural for you to say that, Master, you can ask other people to see if this is the case."

Ping Zilai looked at the disciple next to him.Those disciples were trembling with fright, let alone stand up and say something.

"Shut up! Lan Ze, be careful of retribution!" Shu Yu shouted.

"Shu Yu, you go down, don't talk anymore. Qing Huan, you say it yourself." Ping Zilai looked at Qing Huan.

There was still a mouthful of blood in Qing Huan's mouth, she just gritted her teeth so bitterly that they were about to be crushed.She looked at Lan Ze again, and slowly spit out a few words: "If it happens again, I will not only beat her like this."

A few tears came out of the corners of Lan Ze's eyes, and he looked at Ping Zilai with tears in his eyes: "Master, look at her! She is so rampant, why are you leaving her in Beijing?"

Ping Zilai looked at Qing Huan, and asked slowly: "I'll give you another chance. What are you going to say?"

Qing Huan wanted to cry so much, she couldn't think about it.

But she can't cry.

In a trance, she remembered not long ago, when she was still in Rongku Pavilion.

At that time, Master left Beijing for more than ten days, and she missed Master very much.The master finally came back, the master took her to the Plum Garden, and the master taught her how to practice sword.

But she didn't practice well.The master said angrily, "If you can't finish it, you just sit on the ground and cry. What does it look like?"

She still remembered that the plum garden was cold that night, some petals were scattered in the air, some of them fell on Master's shoulder, but Master didn't even notice.Master's angry face really made her panic, her heart was so nervous that she shrank together, she thought, she could never make Master angry again in her whole life.

Sitting on the ground and crying, it's really ugly.

Qing Huan took a deep breath, held back her tears, and said word by word:

"Disciple, I have nothing to say."

Ping Zilai was silent for a moment, and said: "Qing Huan, you really disappointed me. If Master Nanyang saw it, he must be very disappointed." Ping Zilai sighed, and turned his eyes to a certain point of nothingness outside the main hall door: "Go to the penalty room and get twenty sticks. Within ten days, you don't have to use it for class."

Two disciples stepped forward, one of them grabbed Qing Huan's arm, and half dragged her out of the main hall.

Qing Huan only remembered Shu Yu looking anxiously at her face, and Lan Ze's triumphant face when she turned her head.

Qing Huan lay expressionlessly on the bench, while a disciple who was punishing with sticks looked at her with embarrassment.

Such a young child, who looks like only nine or ten years old, is still a delicate little girl, how did he do it?But fights, where is it serious? Master is also true, twenty sticks, if he really fights, how can this little girl survive?

"That... I mean beating, bear with it, it won't be hard to bear." The male disciple comforted Qing Huan, said, tremblingly raised the long stick, and dropped it.

This stick was really not heavy, but when it hit Qing Huan's back, it caused her to spit out a mouthful of blood.No matter how light he is, Qing Huan is still a ten-year-old child with weak internal strength, how can he stand twenty sticks.

Seeing Qing Huan spit out a mouthful of blood, the male disciple looked even more embarrassed.

At this moment, the wooden door of the penalty room was suddenly pushed open, Lan Ze squinted his eyes and came in with a freshly treated injury on his face.

"You are... Junior Sister Lanze? What are you doing here?" The male disciple asked suspiciously, then after thinking about it, he asked again: "Could it be that Master canceled the punishment for Qing Huan? Sure enough, I'll just say... twenty sticks Too……"

"No. Master told me to come over and supervise the beating of the twenty sticks." Lan Ze stared at Qing Huan viciously, and touched his injured nose, "Master said, we must beat hard. Otherwise, she won't be able to grow memory."

"Ah?" The male disciple frowned and scratched his head while holding the wooden stick, "No...it's also..."

"Aren't you going to fight? Master's own order, do you dare not to fight?" Lan Ze shouted.

Qing Huan seemed to have cut off all information from the outside world, just staring blankly at the ground in a daze.

Seeing that the male disciple still couldn't bear to strike, Lan Ze stepped forward and snatched the wooden stick, turned around and exerted a lot of internal strength, desperately hitting Qing Huan's back!

Lan Ze was born in a well-known family, and he has a foundation in martial arts since he was a child, and it is not superficial.She exerted all her energy and hit it with a force far exceeding that disciple's normal blow just now.

"Hmm!" Qinggong snorted, her eyebrows were almost twisted together, she felt as if her internal organs were about to burst, her back was burning with pain, and the rough wooden stick directly scratched the clothes on her back, and the skin on her delicate back There was a horrible bloodstain on the face.Qing Huan's fingers clasped the edge of the wooden stool tightly, almost embedded in it.

Lan Ze didn't care about the feeling of joy, and didn't give her a moment to breathe, and then the second stick roared down.

This time it fell on Qinghuan's buttocks.

Qing Huan's fingers clasping the wooden stool were torn and bleeding.

Lan Ze whipped the wooden stick on Qing Huan's body like crazy, on her back, on her arms, on her thighs, hurting everywhere. While beating, she shouted: "Little bastard! Little bastard! You still dare to hit me? ! Why don’t you call out? Ah? What are you pretending to do! Go to hell! Go to hell!!”

Qing Huan was bleeding all over her body, and bright red blood dripped down from several wounds, forming a thin thread that dripped to the ground.Terrible pools of blood were everywhere on the ground, which was shocking.

Qinghuan spit out a lot of blood, and the whole bench was stained red by her blood.She tried to maintain a little clarity, staring hard at the ground trying to find a little focus.Now she didn't even have to bear it anymore, she had no strength to cry out because of the pain.

"Master...Master..." Qing Huan suddenly began to murmur softly, and before she could say these two words, the tears she had endured for a long time finally broke through her eyes, dripped to the ground, and mixed with her blood.

"You still think about your lord? Hahaha, it's ridiculous! Your lord went down the mountain half a month ago! She has already left you alone!"

What... what?

Master... is gone?

Master... has been gone... for half a month...?

Why...why didn't you tell her...why...

Doesn't Master know...she has been waiting for her in the Hongfei Pavilion...

Why... is she... not good...

Qing Huan could only see a patch of blood, but couldn't find a clear object, her eyes went dark, and she fainted.

The male disciple stopped Lan Ze and shouted: "Stop! You will beat her to death! She will die!"

"What does it matter if she dies? What a waste of life! There are thousands of others after death, she's a fart! Pooh!" Lan Ze threw down the wooden stick and left with a flick of his sleeves.

The male disciple hurriedly picked up the unconscious Qing Huan carefully, and ran to the main hall.