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Lin Sijin's eyes widened when he heard the words, he heard someone answer "yes", black boots flashed past him, and Feng Rugao's cold voice came from his ear.

"Head up, come and kneel down."

He was kneeling originally, Lord Changming had a very high status, usually the disciples in the sect had to bow when they saw Lord Changming, and their disciples from Changgao Peak had to kneel when they entered the main hall.

Feng Rugao took in a total of seventeen apprentices, some of them died at the hands of evil spirits, some of them went out to practice, or some of them were practicing in seclusion. At present, only him and Sheng Rufei are in Changgao Peak.

The huge main hall was very deserted, as if a cold wind was blowing in along the window sill, his heart was also chilled.

Lin Sijin's finger bones were slightly white, and his heart was beating non-stop, as if there was a small black spot in his heart that was constantly expanding and spreading.

His whole body was a little unstable, and he was full of thoughts that he was finished, his face turned pale with fright, and he raised his head to look at the man in the main seat.

The man's face was stern, and his eyes fell on him, showing no pity.

Lin Sijin felt that the wind outside the hall seemed to have stopped, he stood up, stepped into the side hall for the first time, and knelt down in front of Feng Rugao.

When he knelt down, his knees softened, facing Feng Rugao at close range, the pressure from the other party rushed towards him and invaded his whole body, he felt very cold, as if his whole body was kneeling in the snow, and the cold breath rushed towards his face .

Feng Rugao looked at him with lowered eyes, holding a thick and long ruler with his cold white fingers, and said coldly, "Stretch out your hand."

The corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he glanced at the ruler Feng Rugao was holding, and before he hit him, he already felt the pain.

Since he was a child, he was most afraid of pain. He would yell several times when he was poked with a needle. When he was beaten as a child, he would cry for several days. After finishing the door rules, he still got beaten.

While backing off, he stretched out his hand and looked at Feng Rugao secretly, hoping that the other party would let him go.

"Master, I know I was wrong." He said dully, his voice low and inaudible.

The main hall was very quiet, apparently Feng Rugao could hear it.

Stretching his fingertips in the air, Feng Rugao lowered his eyes and asked him, "Since you know your mistakes, why don't you correct them?"

With a "snap", the ruler was pulled out in the air, and there was a villain in Lin Sijin's heart who was yelling not to be beaten, his heart was beating non-stop, without even thinking about it, just looking at it made him feel good pain.

So he retracted his fingertips subconsciously, and the movement was so fast that Feng Rugao's foot fell into the air.

Needle dropping could be heard in the hall, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze. Lin Sijin noticed that Feng Rugao's eyes were on him. He lowered his head, moved his fingertips slightly, and began to admit his mistake again.

"Master, this disciple knows his mistake."

He admitted his mistake, the man remained silent, and a silent atmosphere was brewing in the hall.Lin Sijin seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, and he was not stupid, of course he knew what the other party meant.

So he cautiously held out his hand again.

With a "snap", this time the ruler fell directly on his palm, and there was a burning pain in his palm, Lin Sijin bit his lower lip tightly, so as not to let himself scream out in embarrassment.

It hurts.

His palms turned red in an instant, he didn't know what Feng Rugao used to punish his disciples, but now he only thought that the other party didn't hold back at all, and the beating was so painful.

It was just a slap, and his fingertips retracted, and the man's voice rang in his ears, repeating.

"Hand out."

The ruler fell down again, Lin Sijin stretched out his hand, a layer of sweat broke out from his back, his face was almost pale.The heavy ruler fell on the palm of his hand, and the edge of the ruler reached his fingertips. With ten fingers connected to his heart, a red mark immediately fell on his fingertips.

Lin Sijin was in so much pain that he wanted to call his mother, and his knees started to hurt as he knelt down, and the palm of his hand was drawn again by the ruler, covering the original marks, and the red marks turned blue and purple after a while.

While smacking his palm with a ruler, the man watched him slump in pain, while questioning him, "Since you know your mistakes, why don't you correct them."

——Since you know your mistakes, why not change them.

Only Feng Rugao's words remained in Lin Sijin's ears, as if there were echoes constantly ringing in his ears, his shirt was soaked, and his whole body was like a soaked piece of paper.

"Master, this disciple knows his mistake...will correct it."

"Master, the disciple is wrong."

All he could think about was admitting his mistakes, and wanted to stop Feng Rugao, but Feng Rugao listened to his promise, and didn't show mercy, and beat him thirty times.

In the middle of the journey, he also changed his hand, his left hand was so painful that he could hardly feel it, Feng Rugao obviously grasped the strength, it only made him feel too much pain, and he didn't smoke at the same place.

This caused not only the palms of his palms, but also the side of his fingertips, and the vicinity of the tiger's mouth to become red and swollen. When the thirty boards were drawn, his whole fingertips were shaking from the pain.

The main hall was still quiet, Lin Sijin's whole body's attention was on his hands, and he accidentally touched the ground with his palms, causing him to gasp in pain, feeling that his eyes were a little blurry.

With a sore nose, he lowered his head not to look at Feng Rugao, but looked at his palm, which was bruised and purple, how could he copy the rest of the rules like this.

It's useless to plead, so many times, he couldn't finish copying, not to mention that his hands are like this now.

Feng Rugao took away the ruler, but he was still kneeling on the ground, his face was pale, and he heard the man say, "Feng Qing, take him back."

"Let Sixteen supervise him in the future, and copy and send the rest of the house rules within half a month."

Feng Qing is Feng Rugao's sword spirit, when he heard that he was in front of him, he stood up by himself, and didn't want to stay in Changming Palace for a moment, because he complained about Feng Rugao in his heart, he said "disciple resigns", and left the Changming Palace. Ming Palace.

His palms still hurt, and he would twitch every time he moved, saying that Feng Qing was sending him off, but he was sending him to Sheng Rufei, and Sheng Rufei would supervise him to copy the house rules.

"Young master, are you angry with Sword Master?" Feng Qing, who is a sword spirit, has always treated Feng Rugao with a respectful title, and asked beside him.

He didn't speak, but Feng Qing spoke up, "Jianzun has always been strict, punishing his disciples in the past... But it's not just as simple as slapping the palm, it is already a light punishment for the young master."

Just now, he saw clearly from the sidelines that the plank he hit was not heavy, but the boy was in pain as if he was going to pass out in the next second, and the sword master withdrew his strength for the next few steps.

When Lin Sijin was blown by the wind, he also felt chilly all over his body, and he just broke out in a lot of cold sweat.He felt a little wronged, why didn't Master ask him why he didn't finish the copy.

He blinked, forced back his tears, looked at his palm, and said "oh" in a low voice.

"Young master, don't blame Sword Master. You are so slack in cultivation, and now you are safe and sound under Sword Master's wings. If you leave the sect in the future, how can anyone protect you?"

Feng Qing's words sounded like persuasion, but Lin Sijin lowered her head and did not reply in silence.

"The talents of the disciples accepted by Sword Master are not bad. The young master is not the only disciple of Sword Master. Don't let Sword Master down."

In the Changming Palace, it was pitch black, and the man seemed to melt into the shadows.

Feng Rugao lowered his eyes, he could hear the conversation between Feng Qing and the boy, and when he heard Feng Qing's last sentence, the emotion in his eyes changed a little.

Although he didn't think so, he really wanted to hear the boy's reply.

It would be great if the young man could correct himself because of this in the future, and what Feng Qing said were not all excuses.

He didn't hear the boy's reply for a long time. He thought that there would be no answer, but he didn't expect to hear the soft and muffled voice of the boy outside the hall.

With a bit of grievance and unhappiness.

"Since the master doesn't like me... can I change to another master?"

Feng Rugao: "..."

Feng Qing was stunned when he heard the words, he really wanted to beat the young man in front of him for Feng Rugao, but it didn't seem to work, this young man didn't seem to know how difficult it is to be a disciple of Feng Rugao, it is the fate that thousands of people can only dream of.

No one else could ask for it, but this young man said lightly, "Anyway, he doesn't like me, so it's better to change him."

"Young master...you..." Feng Qing was a little stuck. This was the first time he encountered such a situation, and he was a little surprised. It was hard to imagine in his heart that Feng Rugao, who was listening to the two of them in the main hall, would be like that. kind of mood.

Lin Sijin remained silent all the way after that, he knew that he had said something wrong, and if Feng Qing sued him, he might still be beaten.

So when he arrived at his yard, he said to Feng Qing: "Just send it here, you can go back."

Feng Qing was a little embarrassed, and said euphemistically: "Young master, it's still early in the morning, what Jian Zun wants you to go to the sixteenth son to copy books."

In fact, it was too early, Lin Sijin didn't say anything when he heard the words, his hand hurts, and it was just right to have Feng Qing follow him, please ask Feng Qing to help him take the things along the way.

Feng Qing who followed all the way: "..."

Sheng Rufei's yard was not far away, and Lin Sijin didn't have a good impression of Sheng Rufei, but it was slightly better than Feng Rugao, after all, Sheng Rufei didn't hit him with a ruler.

Feng Qing knocked on the door for him, and the courtyard door opened, revealing Sheng Rufei's indifferent face, Sheng Rufei said to Feng Qing, "Master has already communicated to me."

"Then I will trouble Mr. Sheng."

Lin Sijin watched Feng Qing's figure disappear in place. He had not yet applied the medicine to his hand and was in great pain. He followed Sheng Rufei into the room.

He had been to Sheng Rufei's yard a few times before, and Sheng Rufei's room was sparsely furnished and tidy, with a sword, a table and a bed, and everything else was gone.

As soon as he sat down at the table, he saw Sheng Rufei conjuring two small black porcelain bottles out of nowhere, and the small porcelain bottles were placed on the table.

Sheng Rufei's expression was indifferent, "Put the medicine on first."

The other party has always been so indifferent. Lin Sijin's heart is made of glass now, and she was not very happy at first. Hearing Sheng Rufei's cold sentence, he seemed to be blaming him. The corners of his lips were tightened, and his eyes were red a little.

While thinking in his heart to make peace with this annoying protagonist, he was still feeling wronged because of the beating.

He had to copy the door rules many times, and he obviously couldn't finish copying them in half a month, and he would still be beaten when the time came.

This day is over.

Sheng Rufei had just witnessed the process of the little man being beaten, and he almost knew that this man was afraid of pain. Now that he was in front of him, the grievance did not seem to be feigned, he just said something to let the other party take the medicine himself.

It was as if he had done some heinous thing, which was more severe than the master's punishment with a ruler.

He frowned slightly, the young man looked at him with red eyes, his face was cold, he was so used to it on weekdays, his tone still sounded cold and a little stiff at this moment.

"Hand out."