[Slag Rebellion] Regaining Ice and Autumn Love

The tea got cold round after round, and the kneeling legs became numb round after round. Even so, Luo Binghe still knelt stubbornly and reheated the cold tea again and again.

Three days passed, and Master still did not come.

Master...

Luo Binghe held back his tears, not letting them flow, still kneeling outside the bamboo house, looking at the closed door of the bamboo house, hoping to see that blue figure—even if he doesn't like him, But don't wait to see him...

Ming Fan brought some seniors to the side of Luo Binghe, and said sarcastically: "Yo, you are still fantasizing about Master's return, Master will not even talk to you!"

Ming Fan hated Luo Binghe very much, since he came, he has taken all of Yingying's attention, and even Xia Yixi has protected him.

Another brother said: "I see, the master has no intention of accepting you as an apprentice at all. How can you get into the eyes of the master? I advise you to be sensible and get out of Qingjing Peak as soon as possible, and don't wait for the master to drive you away!" "

"That's it!"

……

Luo Binghe's heart was pierced like a knife, but even so, he still knelt down in an orderly manner, unshakable and deaf.

"Okay, just kneel like this for a day, and see if Master will pay attention to you!" Seeing him so calm, Ming Fan said angrily, "Master will not talk to you if you kneel until tomorrow! If you are still here tomorrow Don't blame us for blasting you down."

After all, he walked away.

Luo Binghe really knelt outside the bamboo house for a day and a night like this.

The night was a bit damp and cool, and there was still a light drizzle. Luo Binghe's face was drenched, whether it was rain or tears.

The sun rises.

It's the fourth day.

It is because I have no self-knowledge, have too many extravagant expectations, and have too many extravagant expectations.

Master will not take care of himself.

He slowly raised his legs and found that his knees were very swollen and painful, and a sad look gradually appeared on his childish face.

After one night, Luo Binghe's whole body was wet and his face was haggard. He didn't need to look to know that he was extremely embarrassed.

Ming Fan came with a group of people, and said contemptuously: "It's really a tortoise, and I don't even look at my identity, you get out of here now!"

Luo Binghe panicked, he begged: "Brother, don't let me get out... It's fine to keep me here to do odd jobs, you can do anything, can you not let me get out..."

He has nowhere to go.

"Go away, who is your senior brother!" Ming Fan said angrily, but after thinking about it, his eyes glowed with slyness, and he said, "I can tell you to do anything?"

"En." Luo Binghe nodded.

Ming Fan smirked and said: "Then you go chop firewood today, chop eighty bundles."

Another brother said: "There is still more, carry water, our water tanks are all empty!"

In this way, Luo Binghe spent the day laboriously chopping down thick and strong trees with a rusty axe, carrying two buckets full of water on his swollen and painful knees, and every time he took a step, his knees would hurt like hell.

At night, Luo Binghe limped back to the dormitory, and found that the quilt and pillows on his bed were gone. The brothers in the dormitory said to him: "Only the disciples of Qingjing Peak can live here. You are a handyman. You don't deserve to live here."

"But Senior Brother, where should I live?" Luo Binghe asked.

"Live wherever you like! There is room in the firewood house, you can live there!" The brothers said impatiently with disdain on their faces.

"Okay." Luo Binghe lowered his head in disappointment, and limped out.

As soon as he walked into Chaimen, someone behind him stopped him.

"Junior Brother Luo, why did you come here? Aren't you going back to rest?"

It was Xia Yixi who came.

Luo Binghe faltered: "Senior brothers called... told me to sleep here..."

"You look so pale, what's wrong with your leg? They are too unreasonable, let me talk about it!" Xia Yixi said indignantly.

"Xia, what do you want to tell us?" Ming Fan led most of his disciples to surround him and said, "Don't think I'm afraid of you because you know some punches and kicks! Luo Binghe is not a disciple of our sect, so naturally he can't live here Here, this is the rule!"

Xia Yixi was surprised, and asked Luo Binghe: "Master, didn't you come yesterday?"

Luo Binghe nodded slightly.

Xia Yixi didn't think for a long time, and said to him: "In that case, come and sleep in my room. I live in the first disciple's room, one room for each person. You can come and stay for a few nights, and make a decision when the master comes back."

Ming Fan himself disliked Xia Yixi, especially when the master allowed him to live in the first disciple's room, Ming Fan felt very jealous.

Ming Fan continued: "Who allowed you to assign rooms at will! You live in that room and you really consider yourself the first disciple! Whoever dares to protect him and break the rules, as a big disciple, I can't spare him!"

Xia Yixi wanted to say something, Luo Binghe took the lead and said: "Okay, I'll sleep here." In fact, he didn't want to bother Xia Yixi.

Why not just sleep in the woodshed, he has slept in worse than this.

It's just ventilated on all sides, it's a little cooler, and the straw is a little pricked, at least it can block the rain.

……

The next morning, Luo Binghe was called by his seniors to clean the magic weapon room.

Then smashed a charm jade.

It wasn't that he was careless, but that the magic weapon was too sharp. When he was carrying it, he accidentally cut his hand, and the blood that flowed down dripped onto the magic weapon, and then - broke himself.

Before he could react, he was startled by the howling of Ming Fan who had just entered: "You broke the enchanting jade,"

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose..." Luo Binghe quickly apologized.

"What's the use of saying I'm sorry? Can you afford it?" Ming Fan said, then tore with Luo Binghe for a while, and Ming Fan pulled out one thing—a jade buckle.

Ming Fan sneered: "You bastard actually has such a precious thing, do you deserve it?"

"Give it back to me!" Luo Binghe roared angrily.

That's a gift for Brother Immortal!

He had already lost the Jade Guanyin given by his mother, and he could not lose such a thing again.

However, Ming Fan liked to see his angry expression, and he continued to irritate: "You don't have to look at me like that, it's just a jade clasp, it can barely match this magic weapon."

Luo Binghe rushed forward and punched Ming Fan, knocking out one of Ming Fan's front teeth.Ming Fan looked at the blood and teeth on the ground in disbelief, became furious, threw the jade buckle on the ground, trampled it hard, and crushed it.

Looking at the shattered jade buckle, Luo Binghe was devastated, and angrily rushed up to wrestle with Ming Fan.

The sound became louder and louder, and the disciples who heard the sound went forward one after another. Seeing this scene, they all helped Ming Fan and beat Luo Binghe violently.

Xia Yixi who rushed over stopped him and shouted: "Stop beating! Master will be angry!..."

"Xia Yixi! Don't keep using Master as an excuse!" Ming Fan said angrily.

Even though Xia Yixi was the best in hard work, he couldn't stop so many disciples from resisting him, and even suffered a few punches.

How to do it?Where did Master go?

Xia Yixi thought anxiously.

No, I can only go to Qiong Ding Peak to report to the head.

Xia Yixi left quickly and rushed towards Qiongding Peak.

……

it hurts.

Fists and feet rained down on his body, the cut on his hand was stepped on more and more, and the fragments of those magic weapons accidentally pierced his back, causing extreme pain.

The jade clasp that was to be given to Brother Immortal was broken, broken...

……

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Binghe's consciousness gradually blurred, and the pain in his body no longer brought him to mind.

"stop!"

A voice came in.

It's a nice voice, just like the voice of a fairy brother.

This was Luo Binghe's last consciousness before he fell into a coma.

In a daze, he felt a pain in his back. Someone gently wiped his back, even though it was very light, it still hurt.

When Luo Binghe thought of the broken jade clasp, his heart ached even more.

"Binghe, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Whose voice is it?It sounds so nice.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw the one who was hugging him to sleep—Master!

The embrace was extremely soft, and the hand seemed to be caressing the back of his head.Although the master closed his eyes, his expression was as gentle as water, and there was a bit of pity.

Is it the medicine given by Master?

Is it Master holding him all night?

He couldn't believe the fact and rubbed his eyes with his hands.

Not a dream!

Luo Binghe was ecstatic.

It turns out that a portion of Master's gentleness will also belong to me.

On the trial ground, Luo Binghe didn't see Master's appearance by himself, and even after that, he didn't have the chance to see what he looked like.

And now, Luo Binghe can actually look at the sleeping face of the master so closely and so carefully.

Master's face is so beautiful, the sound of the thin breathing at the tip of the nose is so pleasant, the lips are so soft, and the protruding Adam's apple is so beautiful...

Subconsciously, Luo Binghe touched Master's Adam's apple and rubbed it carefully.Suddenly, as if reacting, his face blushed, and he quickly stopped, scolding himself for his frivolity in his heart.

Luo Binghe lay quietly, looking at Master quietly.

I really want to keep watching like this.