Help!After being transformed into cannon fodder, he was doted on by the yandere villain.

Qi Hanzhi always looks at his mood when doing things.

Xie Xingchen understood.

After understanding, Xie Xingchen frowned. He was forcibly kissed twice in one day. Who was worse than him?

After the kiss ended, Xie Xingchen wiped his lower lip with his hand, his fingers stained with blood, and he took a breath, "Master, where is the reward you promised to your disciple?"

Xie Xingchen wanted to divert Qi Hanzhi's attention as soon as possible, fearing that Qi Hanzhi would want to kiss him again and his lower lip would really hurt.

Being bitten twice a day is unbearable.

"My teacher gave it to you. It's the blue hairband on your head."

"Huh? Is there anything special about that?" Xie Xingchen raised his hand, touched his hair, and touched the hairband.

But the feel doesn't seem quite right.

Before Qi Hanzhi could tell what was special, Xie Xingchen turned his head and saw the blue hairband hidden in his hair through the bronze mirror.

"..."

He fell silent.

The sky blue hairband was tied into a bow-tie style by Qi Hanzhi.

As expected of Qi Hanzhi, he is very vengeful.

Seeing that he had discovered it, Qi Hanzhi chuckled and said, "My craftsmanship is not good? My disciple doesn't like it?"

Xie Xingchen gritted his teeth: "No, disciple, I... like it very much."

It turned out that Qi Hanzhi had discovered the bow tie he had tied.

Damn, he was so smart.

Qi Hanzhi: "Disciple, it seems you are not very satisfied with this reward?"

Xie Xingchen instantly returned to his original state and quickly denied: "I'm not, I didn't." Don't talk nonsense.

"The hairband has my sword intention, which can block your killer moves when you are in danger."

Qi Hanzhi paused for a moment, then continued: "It's even more powerful than Gu Li's mother's sword intention."

Xie Xingchen: "..."

Sir, is it necessary to compare?

-

A few days after returning to the clan.

Yu Guyi informed the disciples who had been to the secret realm together to go to Renye Peak and hand in the thousands of handwritten sect rules.

Renye Peak, vestibule.

"Didn't you copy it?" Yu Guyi scrolled down the sect's rules and asked the disciple who shrank like a quail in front of him, sternly and solemnly.

Quail disciple was forced to ask, but he only dared to nod.

Yu Guyi was angry that he would not argue, and cast his eyes on the other disciples standing in a row, "Which of you copied the sect's rules?"

He doesn't ask how many disciples will copy it now, but if one of them copies it, he won't be angry.

At least you can lie to yourself, and there are still disciples who are obedient.

Looking around at the disciples standing in the courtyard, no one dared to raise their head, they all lowered their heads in guilt.

The air pressure is extremely low.

Yu Guyi's expression was ugly, as if he had been smeared with mustard.

Suddenly, a disciple in the crowd raised his hand.

When Yu Guyi saw it, his expression finally softened a bit.

It seems that there are still disciples who listen to his words, and the Yulun Sect will not be finished.

"Well, very good, then hand over the sect rules you copied." Yu Guyi looked at the disciple who raised his hand, feeling a little relieved and his tone became a little softer.

The disciple raised his hand and scratched his head, "Elder, I suddenly remembered that in the secret realm, you told me that I don't need to copy the sect rules."

——While in the secret realm, this disciple hugged Yu Guyi's thigh, which made Yu Guyi feel annoyed, and Yu Guyi said that he didn't need to copy the sect's rules.

Yu Guyi squeezed the sect rules in his hand tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand throbbed.

Mo Xiaosheng stood beside him and saw that the sect rules in his master's hands were almost crushed to pieces. She kindly reminded him in a low voice: "Master, the sect rules are about to be broken."

Yu Guyi was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

If the sect rules are broken, they are broken!

The worst thing is, he will no longer be this bad elder!

Sooner or later, he will be angry to death in Yulun Sect.

"Elder?"

"Oh, this elder did say that you can get out..." Yu Guyi paused and breathed a sigh of relief, "walk out of Renye Peak."

"For the remaining disciples, copy those two sect rules a thousand times. If you don't finish copying them, you won't be able to leave Ninye Peak."

This order caused the punished disciples to complain one after another.

Xie Xingchen was also one of those hard-working people who copied the sect's rules, but he didn't complain.

He had forgotten that he also had to copy the sect rules. After returning to the sect, he practiced sword practice for a few days and pondered the demon bone fan, and the deadline was coming.

Xie Xingchen decided to accept his fate, sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, and began to write down the sect's rules.

Finish copying early and finish the work early.

"But, Elder Yu, if we don't finish copying tonight, where will we sleep?"

Some disciples from other peaks did not want to be supervised and prayed for a loophole to be exploited so that Yu Guyi could let them go back to their respective peaks.

The disciples who wanted to be punished by Ren Yefeng could not take advantage of the loopholes, and they did not want the disciples of Biefeng to take advantage of the loopholes.

They gave Yu Guyi advice, "This is easy to handle. You can squeeze in our disciples' residence tonight. We at Nin Ye Peak still welcome you."

The attempt to take advantage of the loophole failed, and the disciples of Biefeng were angry and said in a strange manner: "Okay, thank you for enduring Yefeng's hospitality."

The disciple of Ninye Peak smiled and said: "No thanks, no thanks, we are all from the same sect, no need to see anyone outside."

Xie Xingchen lowered his head and copied the sect's rules. Hearing these senior brothers bickering, he found it quite interesting.

If it weren't for the important task of copying the sect's rules two thousand times, he would also like to add a few sentences.

After a while, the only sound left in the vestibule was the sound of the brush falling on the pale yellow rice paper.

Something quiet.

Yu Guyi had already left, and he was so angry that he went to drink tea to calm down.

The writing brush in the hand of the begging brother was dancing like a dragon. He approached Xie Xingchen and asked, "Junior brother, how was your copying? How many times did you copy it?"

He remembered the last time he told Xie Xingchen about the pain of copying the sect's rules. Xie Xingchen didn't take it seriously at the time.

Now Xie Xingchen is definitely tortured by the sect's rules just like him.

"It's still a thousand times away." Xie Xingchen concentrated on and replied to him calmly.

A thousand times?Only a thousand times left so soon?

This guy has eight hands, right?

Brother Beggar didn't believe it, so he looked at Xie Xingchen and was instantly stunned. "..."

"Thank you, junior brother...you really have eight hands..."

"It's just a routine operation, senior brother, practice makes perfect."

I saw Xie Xingchen holding several wolf-hair brushes in his hand at the same time, writing quickly.

In the time it took others to write one line, he wrote several lines.

This skill comes from Xie Xingchen’s Chinese teachers in elementary school, middle school, and high school, who are very keen on letting students copy articles.

Over time, Xie Xingchen's skill of using several pens to copy text at the same time reached its peak.

Brother Beggar thought this method was good, so he imitated Xie Xingchen and held several wolf hair brushes in one hand, shaking them lightly.

He wants to try this method too.

But he had gotten used to it for a long time, writing with only one brush in each hand. If he wrote with multiple brushes at the same time, the ink would shake out on the paper and turn into a pool of black.

"..."

Practice makes perfect, but he seems to be unable to give birth.