Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

"You, you are bleeding..." Liu Dan, who already looked like a three-year-old child, pointed at Song Qiming's arm which was bleeding and stammered.

Song Qiming shook his arms twice nonchalantly: "It's okay."

This little bit of blood is nothing. It’s not even as much as the nosebleed he secretly had in the house this morning.

Liu Dan: "Are you sure you don't need bandaging and treatment?"

He was afraid that this guy would take revenge on him later.

Song Qiming frowned: "What's wrong with a man bleeding a little?"

Liu Dan: ...

Wuuuuu~~He bullied me.

She cried and floated behind the Xia siblings who were whispering to each other in panic.

It hung directly on Xia Bing's back.

Ying Ying Ying.

Xia Bing helplessly stretched her hand 360 degrees to pat Liu Dan's back to comfort him.

Song Qiming also followed Liu Dan and looked over. The Xia siblings took a few steps back in fear.

"You two come here!" Song Qiming pointed at Xia Qingzhu and Xia Bing.

The two continued to retreat one after another.

Crazy, crazy, completely crazy...

I no longer cared about anything else and just turned around and ran.

They are going to find Master Jiang.

Let Master Jiang see if Song Qiming is possessed by some evil spirit.

"Oh, it's okay, don't worry about him, young people are full of passion and have endless energy.

It’s okay to bleed a little and vent occasionally.

You guys continue to practice yours."

Jiang Zhiyi said calmly, as if he had anticipated the abnormality of Song Qiming described by the three ghosts.

After receiving Jiang Zhiyi's reply, the three ghosts drifted in a daze in the opposite direction of Song Qiming and continued to practice.

Anyway, the three of them didn't want to see Song Qiming again today.

The sky gradually darkened, and the mottled shadows of the trees merged into a dark patch.

Song Qiming, who had cut down 150 bamboos as thick as an adult's arm, dragged his long legs towards the wooden house.

The speed is slower than ever before.

Even though he deliberately slowed down, he still saw the light coming from the cabin.

Song Qiming hid behind a big tree.

Very distressed.

He didn't dare go back.

He was sure that his master had touched it before.

Has the master already noticed his dirty thoughts?

Will the master dislike him?

Do you think he's disgusting?

The more I thought about Song Qiming, the more I shrank back.

He didn't dare face Jiang Zhiyi.

It was already completely dark.

Through the dim light, Song Qiming could see Jiang Zhiyi standing in front of the wooden house waiting for him.

The master has been waiting there for almost ten minutes.

The cold in the deep forest at night is particularly strong.

The master is in frail health, and he cannot let the master suffer for him anymore.

Song Qiming gritted his teeth and walked out from behind the tree trunk.

I decided to apologize to Jiang Zhiyi when I met her later.

No matter how Jiang Zhiyi beat or scolded him, he was willing to endure it.

Just don't abandon him.

On the way to Jiang Zhiyi, Song Qiming casually pulled out a few thumb-thick rattan sticks.

When he walked up to Jiang Zhiyi, he didn't dare to look at his expression and knelt down with a thud.

He raised the cane above his head and said, "Master, please punish me."

Jiang Zhiyi: ...

What do you mean?

Could it be that he hid behind the tree for so long just to try something?

Jiang Zhiyi took the rattan stick from Song Qiming's hand and picked out the one that was most convenient to hold.

I pulled it and found that it is very flexible.

It should be very convenient to use.

When Song Qiming saw Jiang Zhiyi take the cane, he tore off his shirt without saying a word.

Lowering his head to reveal his strong back:

"Master, please punish me for my disrespect."

Ok?

The crime of disrespect?

Jiang Zhiyi thought that Song Qiming would be shy and embarrassed because of what happened in the morning.

So he came out to wait for him to come back, for fear that he would feel uncomfortable.

After all, I am still young.

But I never thought that this kid would feel guilty.

Over the years, I have been attached to him many times intentionally or unintentionally. Have you ever felt guilty?

When have you ever had such an awakening?

So this isn't a new tactic, it's a way of asking for forgiveness?

Jiang Zhiyi threw the cane back at Song Qiming: "You can apologize, but go inside and eat first. Only when you are full can you resist being beaten."

There was a sense of loss in his words that even Song Qiming could sense.

Song Qiming felt a chill in his heart.

It seems that the master can't wait to deal with his rebellious behavior.

He clenched the cane in his hand and followed Jiang Zhiyi into the house.

There were four dishes and a soup on the table, all of which were delicious.

It was done by the Xia siblings, with Liu Dan as their accomplice.

Over the past five years, the three people's cultivation has not improved much.

My cooking skills are getting better and better.

Liu Dan: ...You've grown three years taller in five years, but your cultivation hasn't improved much?

Xia family siblings: ... casually beating up Master Xuan won't make much progress in cultivation?

"Sit down!" Jiang Zhiyi pointed to the place where Song Qiming usually ate.

Song Qiming sat down stiffly.

"eat."

Song Qiming picked up the chopsticks and picked up some food.

The food tasted like wax when it entered my mouth.

"Wash up!"

Song Qiming went stiffly to the stream downstairs to wash up.

In order to let Jiang Zhiyi beat him to her satisfaction, Song Qiming washed himself until he looked shiny.

The already delicate and thick muscles turned slightly red after being rubbed.

Song Qiming held the vine throughout the whole process.

After washing, I put on only a pair of pants and walked up the stairs to the wooden house step by step.

With a plop, he knelt down again in front of Jiang Zhiyi.

He raised the cane high with both hands: "Master."

"Master, please punish me. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have had such a disgusting reaction towards you.

But, but disciple really didn't do it on purpose, he wanted to get up on his own."

After gritting his teeth, Song Qiming faced the crux of the problem.

There was an indescribable sense of grievance in his tone.

He couldn't understand why he acted like a hooligan in front of his master.

Why did his concentration suddenly disappear?

The master has already felt it, and he can no longer deceive himself.

The master is a person who cannot tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes.

No matter how you beat or scold him, he will accept it.

As long as the master doesn’t keep this matter in his heart and get upset.

"Oh? He got up by himself?" Jiang Zhiyi took the cane in his hand and weighed it twice.

I can't tell whether he is happy or angry.

Song Qiming nodded, still not daring to look up at Jiang Zhiyi. He kept his back straight to make it easier for him to hit Jiang Zhiyi.

He was afraid of seeing disappointment on Jiang Zhiyi's face.

The master had high expectations of him.

But he disappointed his master.

"Let me see how he got up." Jiang Zhiyi said softly.

"it is good!"

After saying that, Song Qiming closed his eyes and prepared to face the whip that would punish him.

Suddenly, something flashed through his mind.

What did the master say? He didn't mean to beat him.

What do you mean, look at how he got up?

Before Song Qiming could muster up the courage to ask, a familiar, warm breath approached his nose.

"Why, when I tease Master every day, why doesn't Xiao Ming seem so scared..."

Boom~

……

The Xia siblings and Liu Dan were resting on a tree far away from the cabin.

This tree was specially chosen by Jiang Zhiyi for the three of them.

According to Jiang Zhiyi, this is the best place to absorb the moonlight. Resting here will help you achieve twice the result with half the effort in your cultivation.

The three never set foot in the cabin at night.

The next day, the three of them waited outside the wooden house on time for Jiang Zhiyi to check their cultivation progress.

I waited and waited, but the door of the wooden house did not open.

They knew Jiang Zhiyi's temper and hated being disturbed when he slept.

So the three of them waited obediently in front of the cabin.