After rebirth, the master became the white moonlight

Originally, several people were huddling together to gossip, but the door was suddenly pushed open. Everyone thought it was the elder who came, and no one dared to speak out in fright.

One of them saw that Fang Yuan was standing at the door, so he stroked his chest and said, "Fang Yuan, come in as soon as you come in, so why push the door hard, scare me to death."

Seeing that it was Fang Yuan who came, the noisy ones were all relieved.

Fang Yuan closed the door, walked back to his seat and sat down, looked at the sword manual on the table, and there were ink marks drawn on it when he fell asleep, "Can you gossip less and read more? And those with bad eyesight Go get a cure sooner."

"Fang Yuan, it's really rare for you to say the words 'read more'." Seeing Fang Yuan sit down, someone immediately came up to sit next to him and teased, "Your arm is like this, and you still say Didn't your master hit it?" He reached out and pressed Fang Yuan's wound, and Fang Yuan gasped in pain.

"Hiss... which eye of yours saw that it was my master who hit you?"

"Otherwise, what? Don't tell me that you and Uncle Xiao were competing in the back mountain, and then you accidentally got scratched by a tree branch... Hahaha" He laughed, causing everyone around him to laugh.

Fang Yuan didn't say anything, they asked about the cultivation of immortals, not to mention how deep their cultivation is, it's already a low-level mistake to be scratched by a tree branch, and the word "inattentive" is even more taboo, taboo, absolutely not commit.

"I don't care if you believe it or not, in short, don't make rumors about my master, go away, and get in my way." Fang Yuan tidied up the table, vacated a space, and lay down on the table.

I don't know if it was because of the rebirth, he felt very sleepy.

Just about to squint for a while, a voice suddenly came from behind him, with a bit of disdain and mockery: "The calf back then has grown up and learned to protect the master."

Fang Yuan turned his head and looked, he recognized this person, Song Jian, the chief disciple of Uncle Yuan Sheng.

Song Jian and Xuanwen are the same age. It is said that he also wanted to worship under Xiao Zijun back then, but unfortunately Xiao Zijun only accepted Xuanwen that year. Received apprentices.Song Jian's cultivation is not as good as Xuanwen's, so naturally he has nothing to say, but Fang Yuan is a real rookie, no matter his cultivation or knowledge is inferior to Song Jian's, Song Jian has been secretly angry in his heart, so whenever he gets the chance, he wants to mock him. sentence.

Fang Yuan wanted to sarcastically go back countless times, but he was cowardly. If Xiao Zijun knew that he was talking about him, the broken arm might no longer be a rumor.

Fang Yuan had no choice but to change the topic: "Senior Brother Song Jian, watching too much excitement is not conducive to practice... ah."

Before he could utter all the words, a wooden sword was placed straight across Fang Yuan's neck, sweeping away his sleepiness.

Song Jian got up from his seat, and slowly walked to Fang Yuan with the sword in his hand: "I'm not interested in watching your excitement, I want to have a discussion with you, try?"

Fang Yuan looked at the wooden sword with straight eyes, still coming?He is still hurt!He smiled and pushed away the sword in front of his neck, and said, "Just try it and forget it. It's wrong to fight privately."

"Are you afraid?"

Fang Yuan thought to himself, of course I am afraid, if the master is not good, the apprentice must be good, okay?If you try this, you will probably die.

He thought softly in his heart, but his mouth was hard: "I'm afraid...that's impossible, I'm afraid that you will be injured later, brother, and it's hard to explain to the uncle."

After Fang Yuan said this, he immediately wanted to slap himself, and he couldn't control his mouth any time soon!

Song Jian seemed to have heard the answer he wanted, and the upturned corner of his mouth showed his excitement. With a strong hand, he twisted the wooden sword into a sword flower, and stabbed at Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan dodges very quickly, attacking him is not good, but he is the best at running away.

The classroom for evening courses is not big, one table is next to another, there is no space for fighting, Fang Yuan can only step on the stool and jump onto the table, and then jump from one table to another table, and then carry the stool as a defense, the room is full Dodging randomly, Song Jian chased him and beat him, and the idlers in the room lined up in two rows to watch them beat.

After more than twenty strokes, Song Jian jumped onto the table.He stabbed upwards, Fang Yuan bent down to hide, he stabbed downwards, Fang Yuan stepped on his wooden sword, and grinned at him: "Brother, is it almost? I have no grudge against you, right?"

You are angry, you should go to Xiao Zijun, why are you beating me?

"It seems that your master didn't teach you well." Song Jian didn't listen to him at all, and kicked Fang Yuan with his leg. Pulled back.

He wanted to stab again, but the door was suddenly opened, and everyone felt their hair stand on end when they heard the sound. Even Song Jian was taken aback, and Fang Yuan felt chills on his back.

Elder Qingbeard, the most ruthless, stern and indifferent little old man in this sect, is standing outside the door now. He looks at the messy benches and flying books everywhere in the room, and there are two other people standing on the table, I almost didn't take my breath away.

Qingxu sternly reprimanded: "Presumptuous!" Then he waved the two people on the table and sent them flying.

Fang Yuan and Song Jian fell to the ground, clutching their buttocks and unable to get up for a long time. Like a gust of wind, the green beard came over and grabbed the two of them by the collar in an instant, and the speed was astonishingly fast.

So much so that those who remained were still in shock, and asked each other with a hanging breath:

"Just now... was that Elder Qingbeard?"

"Seems to be……"

"Can Fang Yuan and the others still live?"

"uncertain……"

Fang Yuan and Song Jian were taken to the Jingsi Hall by Qingxu. Jingsi Hall is a very magical place. It has several rooms. The doors of the rooms are not closed all the year round. In other words, anyone passing by can see clearly what the people inside are doing.

The room inside this place is used to punish plagiarism, and the courtyard outside is used to punish kneeling. Fang Yuan is not talented, and he has been here seven or eight times, staying inside and outside the house.

Now Fang Yuan and Song Jian were kneeling in the yard with their heads bowed, Qingxu paced back and forth in front of them, nodding on their heads while pacing.

"You two little bastards, do you still have rules in your eyes? Have you forgotten all the rules of Xiaoshan's family? You have heard your noise throughout the evening repair. If I don't come, are you planning to lift the roof? "

"Don't think you'll be fine if you don't talk, talk!"

Fang Yuan said, "Don't dare."

Song Jian also said: "Don't dare."

Qingxu sneered, and walked in front of Fang Yuan: "Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan, you are ashamed to say that you dare not, you are already a regular visitor of Jing Si Hall!"

Fang Yuan was a little helpless, he didn't say "dare not", so what did he say?Stiff your neck and say "I dare", isn't that courting death?

"Song Jian, you can be regarded as Fang Yuan's senior brother anyway, and you are fooling around with him!"

Fang Yuan muttered to himself while listening: He was the one who picked things up first, what do you mean fooling around with me.

Who knows that Qingxu has excellent hearing, he said seriously: "What are you mumbling about? Think I'm deaf? I really don't know how I allowed Zijun to take you as an apprentice! You are just... just..."

Seeing that he had been there for a long time, Fang Yuan didn't come here for a reason, and said kindly: "It's the wild boar who stole Master's good cabbage. I know it. You have scolded me several times."

"you!"

"But Elder Qingbeard, that's not right. Cabbage can't move, so he can only stand and let the pigs hug him. My master is not Cabbage, he can move, he has his own thoughts, he..."

Fang Yuan suddenly shut up in the middle of speaking, and quickly lowered his head.

Qingxu said: "What is he? Why didn't he say anything?" He turned around and saw Xiao Zijun standing at the door at some point.

Under the moonlight, the white clothes were dusty, as if he was about to melt into the moonlight, his eyes were cold, like a cold arrow shooting directly at the person kneeling on the ground, Xiao Zijun walked in slowly, Qingxu saw him coming, and said to him: "You came just in time, these two, you see how to deal with them."

When Xiao Zijun came over, Song Jian just raised his head, and their eyes met for a moment, Xiao Zijun ignored him lightly, walked directly in front of Fang Yuan, and he reprimanded: "You really don't change after repeated admonitions."

He said goodbye to Fang Yuan at the back mountain, and went to discuss the letter with Qingxu. As they walked, the two said that they had just arrived at the place where Wanxiu was. Originally, he planned to visit Xuanwen and Fang Yuan. At the door, there was a noisy noise in the room, and then Qingxu dragged the two of them here, and it didn't even take an hour.

"Master..."

"Where did Xuanwen go? Didn't I tell him to look after you?"

Fang Yuan was afraid that Xiao Zijun would involve Xuanwen, so he said truthfully: "Senior brother went to help me get the medicine."

Xiao Zijun knew that his arm was injured, so he didn't ask any more about Xuanwen, and said, "If you don't listen to what I teach, I won't be able to see you if people see you. Just kneel here tonight." He glanced at Song Jian , and said: "As for you, I will ask someone to notify your master later, and see how he punishes you."

The implication is that I don't punish other people's apprentices.

When Song Jian looked at Xiao Zijun, there was a gleam in his eyes, and the moment Xiao Zijun said this, the gleam dimmed, and his hands hanging by his side clenched his clothes, lowered his head, and pursed his lips. Say nothing.

After Xiao Zijun left, Fang Yuanduan was kneeling in the yard, and Song Jian was also kneeling and did not leave. Fang Yuan asked him curiously, "Why didn't you leave? I didn't punish you to kneel here all night."

Song Jian said: "You want to take care of it?"

Fang Yuan: "Okay, okay, I don't care about you, you can kneel if you want, then don't bother me."

"What are you going to do?" Song Jian asked.

"I'm not doing anything, don't be so vigilant, okay? If you kneel like this all night, your legs should be useless. I'll lie down for a while in the middle of the night. Don't tell my master." Fang Yuan blinked at him.

Song Jian was shocked: "Have you always been so unruly?"

"Yes," Fang Yuan hammered his stiff waist, knelt on the ground and said, "I'm not controlled, I don't listen to teachings, I'm not like you, I get double punishment, I don't know how to be flexible."

"You... hum!"

Fang Yuan talked about winning, and closed his eyes to rest in satisfaction.

The yard was very quiet, the moonlight was shining, and the shadows of the trees were whirling. After a while, a man climbed over half of the wall, rushing over with medicine and gauze in his hand.

"Brother?"

"When I went to find you, they said that you were taken away by the elder Qingbeard. I guessed that you were here." Xuanwen shook his head, untied the cloth on Fang Yuan's forearm, opened a medicine bottle and gave He wiped it and asked him, "How long are you going to kneel?"

Fang Yuan sniffed in pain: "Tomorrow morning, hiss, lightly brother."

Xuanwen poured another bottle of medicine powder evenly on the wound, and finally wrapped it up with new gauze.

After the bandage was finished, Xuanwen said: "Then I'm going back, be careful yourself, don't oversleep and let the master find out." Xuanwen knew that he would definitely not kneel down honestly all night.

Fang Yuan smiled at him: "Don't worry."

Before leaving, Xuanwen glanced at Song Jian next to him. He closed his eyes, his hands were hanging by his sides, his waist was straight, and there was an obvious scratch on the back of his hand. It was probably from a fight with Fang Yuan at night. It's time.

Xuan Wen asked: "Song Jian, would you like some medicine?"

Song Jian opened his eyes and looked at Xuan Wen, then closed them again, and said coldly, "Don't worry about it."