Window Han Xiling

Qian Qiuxue is Zhuo Zhuo's disciple. It stands to reason that with such a noble and doted master, Qian Qiuxue should have a good life in Mingjiao. Enter the door, throw a few introductory classics, and the practice is really up to the individual.

As a master, she didn't care, and of course she didn't take her seriously.

As for Master Fang—Qian Qiuxue's elder brother was said to have been killed because he refined evil medicine and harmed many of his classmates. After the news of his death came out, many people clapped the table and applauded.

It is the utmost benevolence and righteousness for Master Fang to keep this child alive. He is in poor health, how can he take care of everything?

Because of this status, because he was not valued, because he was born too well, these are the reasons for being bullied.

But she didn't say a word, she was beaten and only protected the book that Zhuo Zhuo threw to her in her arms.

Zhuo Zhuo doesn’t stay in Mingjiao often, and it’s rare to come back. She thought of her little apprentice, she came uninvited, and pushed the door in. Qian Qiuxue just put on her clothes and she came in. Although she didn’t show a piece of flesh, her face She still turned red suddenly, and grabbed the skirt of her clothes tightly, "Master."

"What kind of clothes are you taking off in the blue sky?" Zhuo Zhuo felt puzzled.

"It's all right." She raised a very nice smile, "Master, are you done?"

There is no resentment at all for being left alone for half a year.

"Yeah." Zhuo Zhuo said perfunctorily: "How are you practicing? Show me some moves."

She has no interest in Qian Qiuxue's face, but her two senior brothers have no interest in this person at all. The Mingjiao has elders who are good at this, and if they fall into the hands of these people, it's okay if they voluntarily, if not voluntarily...

Zhuo Zhuo is not a careful person, it is very good to think of this step, and he never considered whether Qian Qiuxue would be excluded and bullied.

Some people are the favored children of heaven, they are born aloft, they have never experienced it, and of course they don't think about it.

Qian Qiuxue got up naturally and picked up the sword.

She only used two moves before being stopped by Zhuo Zhuo.

"Raise your wrist," Zhuo Zhuo said, "Exercise, did you not eat at noon?"

"..." She really didn't eat.

The girl's face turned red.

"You really haven't eaten?"

Qian Qiuxue nodded awkwardly.

"That wrist strength shouldn't be so vain," Zhuo Zhuo frowned and said, "Are you injured?"

Qian Qiuxue nodded, then immediately shook her head, seeing burning and irritability, grabbed her wrist, and the sword fell to the ground with a bang.

Qian Qiuxue's complexion turned blue from the pain, more like a porcelain object.

"Take off."

"Master?!" Qian Qiuxue exclaimed in shock.

Zhuo Zhuo raised his hand and tore half of her sleeve off.

Talking to Qian Qiuxue is really easy to get mad.

What made her even more angry was still to come, the girl's somewhat thin arms were covered with bruises and bruises, except for the face and hands, there was no good place.

The person who strikes is smart, and he only chooses to hit places that this person can't see.

"Who did it?" Zhuo Zhuo asked word by word.

Qian Qiuxue said coyly: "I fell during practice."

"You can fall like this in your practice. Why didn't you fall to your death?" Zhuo Zhuo laughed angrily, "I ask you who did it!"