Master is dedicated to playing the villain

This man is going to punish him

After going around for a long time, it turned out that this person didn't want to test him, but to punish him.

Each of the several elders has their own preferences, and because Xia Churan has a good understanding and high talent, the elders often give him advice in the spirit of cherishing talents.Therefore, the various methods he has learned are considered to be the most comprehensive and complex among the disciples of the whole sect, and he can memorize them all from sunrise to sunset.

Sure enough, this person has not changed, but the way of tossing him is much clumsier than before.

Xia Churan thought about reciting a few sutras casually to get by, but heard the man say again: "Don't hide your clumsiness."

The fire that had been suppressed for a long time couldn't hold back.

"The chanting is too slow, it's better for the disciples to demonstrate it again."

After the boy finished speaking in a blunt tone, he stared at Qiu Wanxuan with cold eyes. He thought that the other party would refuse, but he nodded slowly.

He quickly got up and walked towards the courtyard with his sword in hand.

Accompanied by the sharp sound of piercing through the air, the bright silver sword light flew up along with the curled magnolia petals.

While admiring the capable and dashing figure of the young man, Qiu Wanxuan quickly deduced it in her mind.

Relying on the Five Qi Chaoyuan recited by Xia Churan just now, he can deduce that the practice system of this world, although it is very different from his previous life, is still in the realm of comprehension, and there are some things in common.

With the basic mentality and deduction based on experience, he has already introduced the Taoism of Wanxiang sect in his mind.

He is hungry and thirsty, quickly absorbing the knowledge of practice in this world like a sponge.This made Qiu Wanxuan a little excited, and remembered the years of practice when he was young.So I couldn't help urging, "Don't stop after practicing one part, take the next one, and demonstrate one by one according to the level of exercises."

Xia Churan was already suffocating, and the man's order sounded like a deliberate embarrassment to him.

So he moved fiercely as if venting, and occasionally leaked his energy, and blasted a deep hole out of the rocks in the dry landscape.

Hearing a bang, he paused.

The blasted dust rose up and landed with a crash.

The air seemed unusually quiet, and even the occasional meowing of cats disappeared.

Xia Churan's heart sank, and he accidentally released the sword energy because of his unstable mood.He collected his sword calmly, looked straight at Qiu Wanxuan, and waited for the other party to speak.

After catching his fault, how will he punish him even more this time?

But Qiu Wanxuan just looked at the blasted rocks, concentrating on a thoughtful look.After a few breaths, he finally opened his mouth, "What is the corresponding heart formula for that pose just now?"

Xia Churan looked at him suspiciously, and replied: "The third form of Poxu, the sword lifts the heavy cloud and breaks the sky."

Qiu Wanxuan nodded, "The sword is too fierce, and the murderous intent is too heavy, it cannot be stabilized with your state of mind and cultivation."

As he spoke, he paced forward and reached out to take the hilt of the sword in Xia Churan's hand.

The slightly cool fingertips brushed over the back of the boy's sword-holding hand, as if swept by a feather.At the same time, a scent of orchids brushed over the tip of the nose following the person's movements, penetrating into the lungs.

Xia Churan was originally not sensitive to smells, but at this time, for some reason, his senses seemed to be magnified. It was clearly a light breath, but it made him smell a faint sweetness, which went straight to his brain, and was even a little surprised dizziness.

He settled down.

I saw the man swinging his sword lightly, glanced at the edge of the sword with his slightly lowered eyes, and then danced with the sword move just now, with a vigorous movement like a frightened bird, but the same move was missing under Qiu Wanxuan's demonstration Sharp, more quiet.

Xia Churan didn't sense any sword energy or spiritual flow, the other party was simply demonstrating sword moves.

But after hearing the short sound of breaking through the air, the white-clothed man retreated neatly, pointing the tip of the white-mansled sword obliquely under the tree.

There was only a pause.Something seemed to brush Xia Chu's dyed forehead hair. He looked up suspiciously, but saw magnolia flowers falling from the sky.Large pieces of pure white jade petals fell on the hair tips and shoulders of the two, covering the ground in a short while.

Qiu Wanxuan looked at him sideways, and handed over the hilt of the sword, "See clearly?"

Xia Churan hesitated for a moment, then took it, and nodded.

He obviously didn't show any sword energy or edge, not even a trace of spiritual flow, but he knocked down the sea of ​​flowers on the top of the crown with the sword intent alone.

This was the first time in his life that he saw Sword Master wielding his sword.I can't help thinking, what would it be like if this person relied on his Mahayana cultivation base to attack with all his strength?

He was still immersed in the sense of shock rising in his heart for no reason, but the person in front of him had already walked away, and he heard the person standing on the porch, saying in a clear and calm voice: "If you destroy the dry mountains and rivers in my yard, you will be punished." You will silently write all the exercises and heart formulas you have learned."

When Qiu Wanxuan said that, she bent down and picked up the cat, turned around and stepped over the threshold, and added another sentence before leaving: "Tomorrow morning."

The anger in Xia Churan's heart that had been extinguished by the shock just now flared up again.

Sure enough, he was right.

Early the next morning.

Xia Churan delivered the manuscript on time.

Qiu Wanxuan leaned lazily on the cushion of the imperial concubine's couch, with a piece of cat cake spread out in her arms.

He took a thick stack of manuscript paper, raised his eyes to look at the young man standing in front of him, his eyes were dark.

Seeing Xia Churan's unruly eyes with hostility, and remembering the lights that were lit all night in the porch last night, Qiu Wanxuan couldn't help but curled her lips slightly.

If there is any smile that seems to be absent, all the smiles fall in Xia Churan's eyes.

The boy's pupils turned to ice, and his anger became more intense.

Can this person be more direct.The old Qiu Wanxuan who can be seen through at a glance is much better than the current one, at least the malice is on the surface.Now this is simply a blunt knife grinding people, really unpleasant.

In the end, Xia Churan just suppressed his irritability, and said in a cold voice: "If your lord has nothing else to do, this disciple has stepped back."

When Qiu Wanxuan got the idea, she scanned the manuscript excitedly, and waved her hand without raising her head to signal the other party to back down.My heart said, let's go, I have to act in front of you, I'm so tired.

Xia Churan narrowed her eyes slightly, then hesitated for a while when she turned around, and looked back at Qiu Wanxuan.

The other party didn't notice his pause, but was still looking at the manuscript seriously.

Something is not right.

If this person just wants to make him feel uncomfortable, there is no need to read the manuscript so seriously. Anyway, he is silent, and he almost broke his wrist after writing for a whole night.If it is punishment, the purpose has been achieved.

But after Qiu Wanxuan finished reading a page, she gently put the paper aside, and then read the next page. Although the speed was fast, it could be seen that she scanned over every single word.Moreover, the gleams in those glazed pupils were clearly thinking.

Is it possible to see if he has made any mistakes, and then find a way to punish him?Thinking of this, he simply didn't leave, took two steps and knelt down to one side, to see what this person could find wrong with him.

Qiu Wanxuan looked up at him, raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why don't you leave?"

Xia Churan didn't look aside, and said indifferently: "If you want to find me later, you might as well wait here."

"Why should I seek you?"

"I don't know."

Qiu Wanxuan glanced at Xia Churan inexplicably, and thought to herself, is the protagonist's brain circuit different?

He was too lazy to delve into it, so he shook his head slightly and continued to read the manuscript.

The manuscripts that had been read fell on the desk one by one, and gradually piled up. I don't know how long it took, but the pile was half a palm thick.

Xia Churan couldn't understand this person more and more, so he just picked a mistake. As for looking at it for so long?

At the beginning of the manuscript, the handwriting was neat and neat, but the handwriting was not weak but strong as it went, until the last few pages were even more murderous, piercing the back of the paper.

Xia Churan's ruthlessness can be felt through the paper.

Imagining that the young man became more and more angry, Qiu Wanxuan couldn't help but curled the corners of her lips, thinking that she seemed really angry.

Seeing the subtle expression change of the person above, Xia Churan frowned even tighter.

Although he looked at this person through a mask in the past, the deep ice in his eyes could be seen through at a glance.But now that the real face is revealed, people can't understand it, which is more complicated than wearing a mask.

As the last manuscript paper fell, Qiu Wanxuan had already memorized all the contents in her heart.

The fur ball lying in his arms let out a meow, stretched its neck, and used the back of its head to touch Qiu Wanxuan's palm, "Quickly scratch, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The slender four fingers moved around the white cat's chin and neck, and he heard the fur ball say again: "Have you thought about how to oppress the protagonist?"

Qiu Wanxuan frowned, lowered her voice and whispered close to the fluffy cat ears: "That's not counting?"

The squinted cat's eyes of Fuqiu opened a slit, and glanced at Xia Churan who was sitting cross-legged in the corner and hadn't lost a single hair, "Is this also counted?"

After finishing speaking, he rolled his eyes at Qiu Wanxuan, "Do you think that more homework is oppressive? Don't you know that this is how top students are forced out? Maybe in the future he will come back to thank you for being a strict teacher, and count on him Betrayed the teacher?"

Qiu Wanxuan looked along, looked at the boy for a moment and then sighed, "Okay."

Seeing Qiu Wanxuan looking over at Xia Churan, Xia Churan couldn't help sitting up straighter, but waited for a long time but didn't wait for the next sentence.The feeling of waiting for the judgment was really uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but stared at the person above again.

The two looked at each other.

After counting breaths, Qiu Wanxuan finally opened her mouth, pointed to a page of slightly slack handwriting and said: "The handwriting is sloppy and perfunctory, and I copied it ten times."

Xia Churan looked at the handwriting that could not be called "scribbled" at all, and thought to himself, read it, this is it.

Maoqiu let out a whimper of hatred almost the moment he finished speaking, "That's it? That's it!"

"Do you know what the original owner did? You can't learn!"

Qiu Wanxuan ignored the meowing, still looked directly at Xia Churan and said, "I'll give you two days, go."

two days?

Xia Churan clenched his fist slightly, and copied it all night once. It was impossible to finish copying ten times in two days. This person did it on purpose, and he couldn't finish copying by then, so he had to use this excuse to increase his punishment.

Tired of the straight-forward gameplay, how about a blunt knife to cut the flesh and upgrade layer by layer?

The young man stared at Qiu Wanxuan fiercely, and remained silent for a while.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Qiu Wanxuan raised her eyebrows and said, "Why?"

Xia Churan continued to look at him, and finally said in a cold voice, "If the disciple can't finish copying, it should be regarded as the disciple who has not completed the task. Just tell me how you want to punish him. You don't need to go through this formality."

Qiu Wanxuan gave a hush in her heart, feeling as if her thoughts had been seen through.

He really thought that if Xia Churan could not finish copying and then upgrade the punishment, at least it would be justified.Why was it so obvious to the other party that it seemed like he was deliberately finding fault?

Well, he is.

But like the original owner, he couldn't do such a thing by beating people to pieces for no reason.

After thinking for a moment, he cleared his throat and forced his respect, "That's three days."

If you think about it for three days, you can barely do it.

Mao Qiu looked at him blankly, and hehehe said, "I see, you just can't do it, you have to find some reason, so that you can build yourself mentally, right?"

Qiu Wanxuan remained calm, scratched the cat's chin with one hand, and softened the furball's voice within a few strokes, "I...I tell you that this kid will be a black lotus in the future...I can't be soft-hearted..."

Xia Churan looked at him suspiciously. Since when is this person able to bargain?

Seeing that the boy still didn't leave and was still looking at him, Qiu Wanxuan frowned, wondering if he was so intimidating?This kid looked directly at him again and again, and dare not answer, where is the majesty of the master?

Thinking of this, he immediately turned cold, and said sharply, "Why don't you go soon?"

The boy finally got up, answered "Yes" in a deep voice, then turned around and left the inner hall.

When Xia Churan left, Mao Qiu forced his will to push away a pair of horse-killing hands, and the cat's eyes that were narrowed into slits stared into copper bells, "I tell you, this kid will betray the teacher after he comes out of Tianji Tower." Door, this is a key plot, and you don't have much time left."

Qiu Wanxuan glanced at the white cat, "Didn't you say that the details are not important?"

"Then you should work harder for me! If the original owner died early and the world almost collapsed, do you think I would count on you?"

"I know, I know." Qiu Wanxuan perfunctorily raised the corners of her lips, and grabbed the white cat again.

The fur ball meowed, and spread out into a cat cake again, "Here...here also..."

The author says:

Maoqiu: (patting the table) Seriously abuse me!

Qiu: Well, well - (continue to kill chickens)

Fuqiu: Okay.. Shuhu——

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