Disciple and grandson, stop, you have committed the following crimes

The altar was airtight, and after staying in it for a long time, I felt some difficulty in breathing. Zuo Ning and Shiyi didn't have any injuries and felt stuffy, let alone the weak A Que, breathing and walking became heavy.

I don't know if I am so weak that I have started to have auditory hallucinations. Ah Que's whole head is buzzing, and A Niang is calling his baby name over and over again. Every time he calls, it touches his heart. , Raising his hand to wipe his face, his hand was stained with tears.

Fortunately, the light here is not very good, and I walked behind me with good eyesight, so I avoided some embarrassment.

"Don't come if you're told, it doesn't matter if you die, don't drag me in to be buried with you..." Xiao Shiyi couldn't help complaining again.

"Don't worry! Even if I die, I will send you out alive..."

Although A Que's breath was weak, his tone was extremely firm. Eleven didn't know whether he was born with arrogance or always liked to take advantage of the quickness of his tongue. When these words came out, they comforted him more or less at this moment. Some anxiety and fear.

I don't know how long he walked, Zuo Ning suddenly stopped in his tracks. The place that was still dark just now was suddenly bright as day. Not far in front of Zuo Ning, there was a figure who was practicing martial arts with a sword. As the sword fell, the sleeves of his clothes fluttered, sonorous and powerful, and his skills were extremely extraordinary.

"Master..." Zuo Ning frowned, and slowly spit out these two words.

He didn't know why he saw Qi Rong here, but he hadn't seen his master practice swords for a long time, and this scene particularly touched him. Zuo Ning walked towards his master. The master in white was clearly still young He was about to speak, but suddenly a clear and clear childish voice took a step ahead.

"Master, Master!" The child was about five or six years old, holding a bunch of grapes in his hand, with a soft voice, "Master, the newly grown grapes are so sweet, Ning'er picked them for Master to taste!"

Qi Rong put away his sword, and his attitude from high to low was not angry and pretentious, the smile on the child's face suddenly subsided, and the grape in his hand fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Are there any exercises today?"

The child lowered his head in fear, scratched his fingers and shook his head again.

"Karma is good in diligence, waste in play; action is accomplished in thinking, destroyed in following. How many times have I said it?"

"But Master..."

"Don't need to say too much, if you fall behind in this disciple competition, you will leave Guixu to make a living..."

The child bit her lips tightly, trying hard to restrain the tears from flowing out, "Ning'er knows!"

Qi Rong waved his sleeves, let out a "hum", left behind a sentence of "something that doesn't make a talent", and left.

The small back didn't know how long it lasted, and it began to tremble. Zuo Ning watched this scene, and quietly walked up to the child.

Sure enough, the boy cried with tears and snot, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of being heard and blamed by the master.

Zuo Ning's mouth twitched. Looking at the child in front of him, his mind drifted away. When he came back to his senses, the screen turned and it was another scene.

The child has grown up a bit. In order to exercise his strength, a stone is hung on each of his slender arms, and he is stepping on a tree stump that is not high or low, and he is practicing kung fu step by step.

Time passed, and some time passed, and the child seemed to have grown into a teenager. The tears that he had held back as a child disappeared, replaced by his vigorous figure and the momentum of swinging a sword.