Black powder self-cultivation

As soon as the words fell, Lin Qingyu suddenly heard: "Wait, disciple has something to say."

Master Tianshan raised his eyelids and looked at him indifferently.

Lin Tianluo also turned to look at him.

Lin Qingyu said: "Since entering Tianshan, the younger brother has been disciplined by the disciple. This time, the fault is the disciple's improper discipline. All the responsibilities should be borne by the disciple."

"Brother, you—" Lin Tianluo couldn't help but widen his eyes and shook his head, "I..."

Lin Qingyu secretly held his hand and looked at him with deep meaning in his eyes. In the end, Lin Tianluo swallowed what he wanted to say.

Lin Qingyu took a step forward, lifted his robe, knelt down in front of the master, and said in a low voice: "This time, the younger brother was brought down by the disciple. As his senior brother, the disciple not only did not stop him in time, but also did not stop him in time." The elder brother's responsibility will make him make a big mistake, so this time, the disciple is willing to bear the [-]-stick responsibility alone, and hopes that the master will fulfill it. I believe that after this incident, Luo'er will know his mistakes and correct them. Master give him a chance."

Lin Tianluo was startled, and knelt down beside him, staring at him blankly.

The young master looked at the two of them triumphantly.

Master Tianshan sighed, and said in a gentle voice: "In this case, as you asked, Lin Tianluo fought and injured people in public. The crime is unforgivable, so he will be punished to think about the cliff and the wall."

Lin Qingyu tugged at Lin Tianluo's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Master."

Lin Tianluo also whispered: "Thank you, Master."

After speaking, the two looked at each other, Lin Qingyu loosened Lin Tianluo's clothes, got up and walked outside the hall, walked to the square, raised his hand to remove his shirt, revealing his bare back.

"Brother——" Lin Tianluo's heart twitched slightly, and his eyes were stung by the white snow covering the ground.

The people in the punishment hall walked behind Lin Qingyu with a wooden stick and said, "Sorry."

A stick landed on his back.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Qingyu was about to block the entrance of Yinhua Villa again. Lin Qingyu let go of his internal strength, and was hit by the stick abruptly, his body shook slightly.

Lin Tianluo clenched his fist involuntarily, and looked at the old owner and the young owner in a blink of an eye. The old owner had a deep expression on his face, but the young owner looked like a villain.

Lin Tianluo gritted his teeth.

Then the second stick and the third stick fell.

Lu Beixuan walked up to Lin Tianluo at some point, and called out in a low voice, "Little brother."

Lin Tianluo looked at him.

"Don't worry, senior brother...he can handle it." Lu Beixuan comforted.

Lin Tianluo nodded, and in the blink of an eye, the seventh stick had fallen, and there were red marks on Lin Qingyu's originally fair back, which showed that the executioner did not act lightly.

"Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the people in the punishment hall can't release the water." Lu Beixuan said helplessly.

"It's all my fault this time." Lin Tianluo turned to look at the young master, with a murderous look in his eyes.

——I won’t let you go easily.

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……

In just a few minutes, it seemed as long as centuries to Lin Tianluo. Finally hearing the words "execution completed", Lin Tianluo quickly took off his thick robe and put it on for Lin Qingyu to prevent him from freezing.

"Are you okay?" Lin Tianluo looked at him with concern.

Lin Qingyu's complexion was slightly pale, and his hair was soaked in cold sweat. He looked down at Lin Tianluo, with a soft light in his eyes, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "No problem." Turning to look at the old owner He and Shao Zhuangzhu, "I don't know if the two of you are still satisfied?"

"Cough." The old manor owner cleared his throat, and finally smiled, "This...why is this punished? The old man just came to seek justice, and didn't intend to do so, and the master's beloved disciple was punished. I'm sorry. However, since the matter has come to this point, the old man has nothing to say, I admire the integrity of the head of the sect."

"The owner is joking." Master Tianshan said calmly, without changing his expression, "Since that's the case, the grievances between our two factions will be wiped out."

"That's natural." The old owner clasped his fists together, "Let's take my leave now, and there is no need to send it far."

It wasn't until the people from Yinhua Villa walked away that the disciple yelled, "Who wants to see you off."

Master Tianshan coughed lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Qingyu, you have been wronged today, go back and rest."

"The disciple takes orders." Lin Qingyu said.

As soon as the master walked out of the main hall, the disciples rushed forward and surrounded Lin Qingyu and Lin Tianluo: "Brother, are you alright?" Lin Tianluo's eyes were not very friendly.

Lin Qingyu raised his eyes and glanced coldly, and the disciples immediately put away their hostile gazes, only to hear Lin Qingyu say: "Qingyu is here to thank my juniors for their concern, everyone should leave. Luo'er, help me go back to rest."

Lin Tianluo took his arm, carefully helped him to leave, and asked as he walked, "Does it hurt?"

A pale smile appeared on Lin Qingyu's face: "It's okay."

"Fortunately, it hurts." Lin Tianluo blamed himself, "Your flesh and blood are not made of steel and iron bones. I am so stupid. How could I ask you such a stupid question as to whether it hurts or not?"

"Yeah, Luo'er has always been stupid."

"Brother, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, Luo'er, as I said, I treat you with conditions, and you have to pay the corresponding price."

"The price?" Lin Tianluo was at a loss, "But so far, it's only you who treat me well, but I haven't lost anything."

"You will understand in the future." Lin Qingyu whispered.

Back at Bichanyuan, Lin Tianluo immediately took out all the good wound medicines that he usually treasured and applied them to Lin Qingyu. When he took off his coat for Lin Qingyu, he saw the swollen scars on his back, and his heart seemed to be used by someone. He squeezed his hand hard, throbbing and hurting.

"Luo'er?" Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Lin Qingyu couldn't help calling out in a low voice.

"Eh?" Lin Tianluo came back to his senses, "I, I'm fine, you bear with it, I'll give you medicine."

"Yes." Lin Qingyu replied in a low voice.

Lin Tianluo gently applied the ointment to his wound, looked at his back, and became dazed again.

Lin Qingyu turned around, helplessly: "Luo'er, what are you thinking?"

"No, didn't think about anything." Lin Tianluo looked away in a panic, "You must be in pain, let me blow your wound."

"Luo'er." Lin Qingyu held his hand to stop him from messing around.Blowing the wound, who will put out the fire in case of blowing out, he is liking this little guy in front of him more and more.

"Then...then let me cook for you, brother, what do you want to eat?"

Lin Qingyu laughed: "What will you do?"

Lin Tianluo was taken aback for a moment, then lost: "I can only cook porridge."

"It's good to eat something light, then eat plain porridge." Lin Qingyu said.

"I'll get it for you right now!" Lin Tianluo jumped off the bed and ran away.

"Stupid and stupid, this is your new prey?" Lin Tianluo's back had just disappeared at the door when a voice suddenly came from outside the window.

Lin Qingyu's sharp eyes swept over, the window was pushed open, revealing a tall figure, the figure is the master is a young and handsome man, when he smiles, his eyes seem to have hooks that can lure your soul away.

"Jiang Hui, what are you doing here?" Lin Qingyu said coldly.

"The leader asked me to come here. She was afraid that you would die from the poison. I heard that you refused to detoxify last time?"

"What's the matter with you."

"I'm just sorry for that young man. You know, the leader never leaves any useless people. Since he can't cure your poison, he naturally has no meaning in existence."

Lin Qingyu chuckled: "What does the life and death of others have to do with me?"

"Tsk tsk." Jiang Hui sighed twice, "Just now I saw the way you looked at that little prey, and I said you have changed, so you are still so cold-blooded and ruthless."

"Tianshan Mountain is not a place you can come to, so let's go."

The young man named Jiang Hui gave him a surprised look: "After so many years, you are still so awkward. Looking at you now, it seems that the poison has not affected you much. Anyway, I am still waiting for you in that old place. If you need it, come to me, this time I have prepared enough love flowers."

"Enough!" Lin Qingyu reprimanded in a low voice: "Get lost!"

Jiang Hui clicked his tongue, turned and left.

The white porridge in the pot here was already tumbling, and the hot mist filled the entire kitchen.Lin Tianluo turned off the fire, got up, put the porridge in a food box, and walked towards Lin Qingyu's room.

Pushing open the door, seeing Lin Qingyu's cold face, Lin Tianluo froze.

"Luo'er." Afraid of scaring him away, Lin Qingyu immediately put on a soft expression, "Is the porridge ready?"

Lin Tianluo withdrew his steps to leave, nodded, walked towards Lin Qingyu, and took out the bowls and chopsticks: "It's a pity that there is only white porridge. How about I cook something for you?"

"You can?"

Lin Tianluo shook his head.

"I'm hungry, feed me." Lin Qingyu said softly.

"Oh." Lin Tianluo sat down beside him, stirred the white rice porridge with a spoon, glanced at Lin Qingyu, and tried to blow on the cooling air. Seeing that he had no objection, he felt relieved, and did not pass it to Lin Qingyu's lips until the hot air was blown away.

Lin Qingyu opened his mouth and sipped the porridge.

"Is it too light?" Lin Tianluo looked at him nervously, "Why don't you add some sugar?"

"No need." Lin Qingyu refused, "That's fine, Luo'er's craftsmanship is very good."

Lin Tianluo was a little embarrassed by his praise.Cooking white porridge is not considered a craft at all...

After finishing the porridge, Lin Tianluo put away the dishes, and when he came back, Lin Qingyu was still sitting, and asked in a low voice, "Are you unable to sleep?"

"Some." Lin Qingyu looked at him.

"Why don't you lie on your stomach first, and I'll talk to you. If I'm tired of talking, you'll feel sleepy."

"Okay." Lin Qingyu nodded, and as expected lay down on the bed.

Lin Tianluo picked up the quilt and gently covered him, and sat down beside the bed.There were thick blankets on the floor, and the stove was burning in the room, so it wasn't cold.He folded his hands together, put them on the edge of the bed, and looked at Lin Qingyu with his head on his pillow.

Lin Qingyu's eyelashes trembled.

"Your eyelashes are so long." Lin Tianluo marveled.

Lin Qingyu smiled.