The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Qin Shi's sword moves were so fast that it was hard to see where the blade was.

But one after another, they share the same origin with him, and they clearly know the path of his sword, and know where the next sword will go.

Even if his moves are not as fast as Qin Shi's and his strength is not as strong as his opponent's, he can still clearly perceive his opponent's sword style.

His cultivation base is low, so he has to lower his posture, use his smiling face as a shield to block the opponent's disdain and cynicism, and deal with the opponent secretly.

This does not mean that he is willing to bear the other party's ridicule, scorn and teasing.

If there is a chance for a weak chicken like him to win with a small gain, he also wants to win.

Qin Shi was condescending and looked down at him proudly, not paying attention to him at all.

This kind of contempt and contempt, but it is a good opportunity to win by surprise.

He had already calculated Qin Shi's sword move, and avoided the vital point, deliberately letting the opponent's sword penetrate his body.

He trapped the opponent's sword in his body, Qin Shi couldn't make the next move immediately, but he was able to take advantage of this opportunity to turn defeat into victory and turn the tide of battle in an instant.

Any opponent's contempt for him may become a chance to defeat the enemy.

This is not the swordsmanship taught to him by his master, but the intuition and instinct of a mortal with mediocre talent who crawls and rolls in the mud, pain mixed with blood and tears, takes root in countless frontlines of life and death, and grows savagely.

It is the humble and insignificant yet noble and magnificent desire to survive and win that is deeply engraved in the bones and blood.

Relying on his natural vigor and unwillingness to admit defeat easily, a little foundation-building cultivator put his sharp sword on the neck of Venerable Nascent Soul.

The indestructible arrogance and arrogance in his heart allowed him to be ruthless towards himself and his enemies.

He won.

The mountain wind blows through the long forest, the vegetation sways gently, but time seems to be forbidden.

The waves of pines burst out, blowing out the silence of high sky and light clouds.

In the whole world, there seems to be only the sound of calm, or the heartbeat of a huge earthquake, and the sound of blood dripping on the slate.

One after another, he looked at Qin Shi indifferently. After a while, he retracted his sword, and the corners of his mouth raised into a perfect arc again, elegant and cold.

"Thank you, brother, for your pointers."

Qin Shi's lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

He should have withdrawn his sword too, but his sword was still stuck in his opponent.

As if feeling no pain, one after another calmly, smiling, pulled out the sword that pierced the body.

The movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

The bright silver blade was stained with blood, giving it a cruel and eye-catching beauty.

It was suddenly thrown to the ground, covered with gray-brown dirty dust, humiliating the reverence and nobility of Excalibur.

"I want to go back to heal my wounds, so I won't be with my senior brother." One after another, his voice was gentle and his attitude was gentle, and he said it lightly, as if he had only suffered a small injury.

The large bloodstains smudged on the white clothes, depicting the pattern of serious injuries in thick ink.

If it wasn't for the proper calculation, avoiding the vital parts and piercing the wounds of the body, he would never have allowed him to walk away from this place leisurely as if nothing had happened.

"Wait..." Qin Shigang stopped him, but before he could finish his sentence, he was frozen in the breeze of the cold mountain stream together with the footsteps that had just been raised one after another.

The two were so focused on fighting that neither of them noticed that Xia Zhi, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, suddenly had a tall, slender figure.

Xia Zhi lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, standing upright.Although it is the standard standing posture of the disciples of the famous sect, which seems to be carrying a ruler behind their backs, it is still difficult to conceal the trembling all over the body.

Compared with the thin but not weak, proud and majestic Juechen Daojun next to him, he showed a shrunken head and tail, and looked even more miserable than the blood-stained and scarred one after another. extremely.

One after another, my heart suddenly felt cold: Oh no.

The master is high-spirited and upright, with both ability and moral integrity, and he certainly doesn't like his disciples to argue secretly.

He was stabbed by Qin Shi, and a bloody gash was drawn on the opponent's neck. In such a brutal situation, the excuse of "instructing swordsmanship" obviously couldn't be fooled.

According to the rules of the sect, will they be punished to the Discipline Hall?

He has been working in Tianzong for more than two years, consciously and cautiously, and has not done anything out of the ordinary.At this moment, he made a big mistake and was caught on the spot.

He has no experience of being punished, so he doesn't know what kind of punishment is waiting for him.

Seeing Xia Zhi's fearful and timid look, the punishment they will receive may be very... terrible?

Qin Shi's heart also felt cold, more thoroughly.

Although Shizun is still smiling slightly at this moment, he can clearly sense that Shizun is definitely burning with anger.

He has served his master for many years, and it is rare to see him so angry.

Master's whole body was full of aggressiveness and coercion, quenched with a thrilling cold, soaking into the internal organs, limbs and bones, making him unable to move for a moment.

The fellow disciples were talking gossip in private, complaining that Taoist Juechen prefers the second apprentice.

Qin Shi scoffed at those gossip and gossips: Is this the preference in your eyes?

Still too light.

Only he, the apprentice of Juechen Daojun, can clearly know how much the master favors Lianlian.

Master didn't accept an apprentice, didn't he pick up a pleasing decoration.The master treats this apprentice like a foolish king, who is bewitched by beauty and lost his eyes and mind.

Kung Fu and swordsmanship, every move and every style is personally instructed, and the pills and magic tools are like flowing water without any stinginess.

What upset him the most was Master's attitude towards Lian Lian, who never said a word of seriousness in his soft words.

In comparison, he is like a weed without a mother.

It's not that the master treats him badly. He has taught him with all his heart and soul for so many years, and he has never been harsh on him.He is already the best master for disciples in the cultivation sect.

But he is an apprentice, but he is like a big Buddha invited back.

For example, now, the cold light and anger that flashed in Master's eyes seemed to burn him to ashes in the next moment.

All the thoughts are turned, only in a moment.

Seeing that the two of them finally noticed him, Daoist Juechen smiled lightly and said, "Finished?"

There was a sting in my throat one after another, and I was speechless.

Finished.

Is it time to be punished?

Where is the Discipline Hall?

The expected punishment did not come as expected.Neither the stern reprimand nor the earnest warning came from the mouth of the master.

There is only sincere concern in the gentle words: "Xu, follow me to Chenfeng Palace to heal your wounds."

There was a slight shock in my heart one after another, and it was only then that I suddenly remembered that I was still injured.

Daoist Juechen Bairun's slender fingers approached suddenly, wanting to check his injuries.

He took a step back without showing any signs, and respectfully cupped his hands: "I'm going back to the house to heal my wounds, so don't bother Master with such a small matter."

Master is like the bright moon, spotless, and should not touch the blood and dust on his body.

Although he was regarded as a childish child by the other party, he has already passed the age of fighting with others outside, and crying to his parents with snot and tears after returning home.

He has already reached the crown, no matter how much he has been wronged outside, he will straighten his clothes before entering the door, adjust his facial expressions, cheer up, and go home in good spirits to tell his parents that everything is going well today.

A filthy and embarrassing appearance should not be seen by the master, so as not to dirty the eyes of the immortal.

What's more, although it didn't hurt the vitals, it was by no means a minor injury.Already feeling cold and stiff after bleeding so much.

If he doesn't leave, he won't have the strength to maintain his calmness.

They bowed to leave one after another, and hurried towards their own residence.

Remnants of blood dripped down, blood sprayed all the way, and slender red lines were drawn on the bluestone board.It quickly penetrated into the rocks, and the bright red faded rapidly, leaving no trace in an instant.

After the thin figure left, Taoist Juechen turned his attention to the big apprentice again.

Qin Shi had already lowered his head: "The disciple knows his mistake, and is willing to be punished by the master."

He knew in his heart that the master would not open his mouth to scold him, especially in front of an "outsider" like Xia Zhi, the master would never let him be ashamed and refute his face.

Taoist Juechen nodded slightly: "You just drew your sword, and you didn't intend to hurt anyone."

It is one after another, taking the body as a prison, voluntarily accepting this sword, in exchange for an opportunity to turn defeat into victory in an instant.

"Forget it this time. But," Daoist Juechen said with a smile on his lips, and Shuang's voice was cold, "I won't be an example."

Qin Shi suddenly felt a burning pain from the wound on his neck that was about to heal itself, spreading to his whole body, but it was as cold as a frost knife.

He had no doubt that if there was another time, the sword on his neck would not belong to his junior brother.

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

One after another: Master is kind-hearted, he must not like to see himself and his brother at odds.

Other: No, he only treats you well.

2.

One after another: Fighting privately with seniors, breaking the rules of the house and being caught on the spot, you will definitely be punished badly.

Master: School rules are all written for show.It's okay for you to hit others, but it's okay for others to hit you.