Master, he is always wrong

Chapter 93

As he thought about it, his eyes turned red, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward, stepping on the opponent.

"Mo Yu Zhi you bastard!" After cursing, he turned and ran away.

That kick was hard enough, of course, it wasn't impossible to dodge it, but Mo Yuzhi felt that if he dodged, his little fool might cry angrily, so he allowed her to commit the crime and stomped on her like that.

Seriously, it kind of hurts.

"Yiyi, you just left? Didn't you talk to the uncle? By the way, why is your face swollen? Who beat you, the uncle will find a place for you."

With a smile on his face, he waved slyly, but stood there motionless.

If he wants to catch up now, maybe he will be beaten by the next criminal, but he doesn't matter, I'm afraid that the little fool will get punished by himself, the pain is not only in her body, but in his own heart.

But to be honest, that mouthful was really like panna cotta, and even now he still has a lingering fragrance and aftertaste.

Back at the main peak, Luo Yi began to practice swords. Every time she was upset and angry, she would use sword practice to vent her emotions. This would not only improve her sword skills, but also ease her emotions.

Halfway through the practice, a water-blue sword sharply pierced towards him, and he dodged to block. The familiar cedar fragrance was close at hand, passing him by.

"Master." Luo Yi looked at the person who received the sword and bowed his hands in salute, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, still as cold as the moon in his memory.

Mu Yan's gaze fell on the half of her cheek that hadn't subsided from swelling, her eyes darkened, and the saber in her hand drew a crescent moon shape on the ground.

"Come again."

There is no suspense in this competition, the winner is Mu Yan, but the strange thing is that in the past, he would deal with his apprentices, at least within ten moves, he would not shoot down the saber in her hand, but this time he did not make three moves, but It was so shocking that her wrists were numb and her palms were lacerated.

In the third move, she directly let her take out the saber, and Zhi Lan Qixin's face became a little paler.

"You can't even hold your own sword steadily, how can you talk about Jianxiu!" The girl with her head bowed in front of her scolded sharply, and went to pick up the sword silently.

"Come again."

As she wished, Mu Yan shot down the sword in her hand time and time again, and when she couldn't hold her right hand anymore, she switched to her left hand, and didn't stop until both hands were injured and bleeding profusely.

"That's it for today." Standing with his sword drawn, he threw a bottle of ointment over with a serious expression, "Don't slacken your practice in the future, don't be playful anymore."

This remark is a pun, presumably because she knew that she was taken to drink by her uncle. Although she didn't drink, Luo Yi felt that the master didn't care about it, so she swallowed the words that came to her mouth, picked it up The ointment on the ground saluted and left.

Immortal cultivators have extraordinary hearing, so after walking a certain distance, she could still see the spirit crane passing by her sending a message to the master.

It's a junior sister, presumably she did something wrong, the master punished her to copy books in the library, and now she wants to copy less times to please her.

He stopped involuntarily, for some reason, until the helpless but forgiving "Then copy it ten times less, and you are not allowed to bargain with the teacher." Luo Yi felt that his hands were really bleeding .

Because it hurts a little.

However, it is not unbearable.

The corners of her lips were pursed lightly, and she slowly raised a soft arc. She continued to walk forward, but this time, she didn't stop.

When she got back to the residence, she was struggling with how to apply the medicine. After all, both of her hands were injured, and there was a knock on the door.

(End of this chapter)