Whoever can strike me hard will be rewarded handsomely.

The master and apprentice arrived at the front hall.

Jiang Jibai summoned his servants and ordered them to pour wine for the four of them, master and disciples.

Fang Yanqing limped toward the empty chair, which, as expected, attracted two pairs of onlookers.

He ignored the gazes of his senior and junior brothers, stood in front of the chair for a while, and did not sit down.

Fang Yanqing's resolute expression softened Qin Ji's previously disgruntled mood. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Why did it take so long to get some wine? Second Senior Brother, what are you standing there for? Sit down."

Shen Jiangliu: "..."

Your Majesty is truly tolerant!

Da Yin Pills.

Hearing his junior disciple's knowing question and mischievous act, Jiang Jibai coughed lightly and took his seat in the main seat.

Upon hearing the cough, Qin Ji reluctantly shut his mouth.

With the arrival of his precious second disciple, he forgot about his youngest disciple.

Jiang Jibai is biased!

Fang Yanqing didn't care much about saving face; substance was more important.

Therefore, he looked around and glanced at the cushions on the chairs of his senior brother, junior brother, and teacher.

The eldest disciple was also suspected of being beaten.

As for the teacher's... let's just forget about it.

Therefore, he turned his enthusiastic gaze to Qin Ji, "Junior Brother, when I was walking just now... you saw it too, could I borrow your cushion?"

Why do you want to borrow anything from me?

Fang Yanqing, how dare you!

You dare to steal my cushion?

I'll kill you!

Qin Ji's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot: "Don't you have your own?"

"Yes, there is one, but it's a bit thin, and it's not that cold now..." Fang Yanqing said, a thoughtful expression on his face.

He wouldn't even lend me a cushion. Is it because my junior brother is too petty, or...?

Fang Yanqing's gaze swept back and forth between Shen Jiangliu and Qin Ji once again.

It took Shen Jiangliu a lot of effort to stop himself from laughing out loud.

He took the wine glass handed to him by the servant, tasted the wine, and pretended not to see the probing gaze that Fang Yanqing was casting.

If he lends the small-hole honeycomb briquette, wouldn't it be a clear message to the miser that the small-hole honeycomb briquette will be the one who gets beaten up?

Given Xiao Kongfengmei's cunning, he might very well have included him in the accounts.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.

His fellow disciples didn't even acknowledge him; there was absolutely no camaraderie among them.

My fellow disciples are heartless, which hurts me deeply; the world is cold and indifferent, like a chill in June.

Fang Yanqing touched the warm silver in his sleeve and prepared to sit down with a feeling of unease.

Jiang Jibai couldn't help but chuckle as he stood up and handed him his cushion, saying, "Here, take this."

Fang Yanqing happily took it and placed it under her bottom.

Jiang Jibai's move was originally intended to extricate him from a predicament.

This satisfied the second disciple's needs while also saving face for the younger disciple.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the mat was handed over, a pair of intensely displeased eyes shot over from the side, almost burning two holes in him.

Both of them were beaten, but the Poison Master actually gave his cushion to Fang Yanqing.

Is this okay?

Qin Ji was so angry he was practically fuming, wishing he could have Fang Yanqing dragged out and beheaded immediately.

It's confirmed, Poison Master, you're biased!

Jiang Jibai, who received the eccentric ray: "..."

He bet that if he gave the cushion to his junior disciple and caused the disciple to lose face, the kid would make a scene against him just the same way.

Being a teacher to three very individualistic students—great! Difficult! Ah!

Jiang Jibai silently wiped away a tear of bitterness, trying to continue carrying water, and instructed the servant: "Go and change all the cushions to thicker ones."

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Double update tomorrow, I'll make up for the word count, I'm a bit overwhelmed, everyone go to bed early tonight, I'll finish the rest during the day tomorrow, *kiss*