"The exercises I taught you yesterday, I will come to check them in half a month, if you are as lazy as before, hum!"

Zhao Zhenren glanced over coldly, Yang Mu trembled slightly, and watched the other party leave.

After a long time, he got up from the ground, took out a yellowed paper exercise from under his pillow, and spread it out under the candlelight.

"Tiger Claw Fist?"

Seeing the words on it clearly, Lin Ze was silent, feeling his body put on a posture, his fists suddenly burst out, looking like a tiger, but the aura in his body didn't even react at all.

This is not a practice at all.

It seems that Yang Mu also knows that he is sad and angry in his heart, and he can only sway out all his strength one punch after another.

There was no word in the middle of the night.

The morning rooster reported the dawn, and the sky was covered with a touch of fish belly white.

The young man wiped the sweat beads from his forehead, and suddenly angrily grabbed the Tiger Claw Fist manuscript and smashed it on the ground, ignoring the soaked undershirt, he casually put on a short coat and walked out of the door.

Walking out of the small courtyard, he looked around, and his eyes were slightly dazed.

On the huge Huayang Peak, there were already disciples who walked out of the door one after another, carrying the Dao sword and starting the morning exercise.

"Isn't that Yang Mu, I watched Zhao Zhenren teach him alone until midnight last night. ”

"It's really enviable to have such a master. ”

"It's a pity. ”

Some disciples shook their heads, glared at Yang Mu in disgust, and acted nonsense with a little background, not cherishing the hard work of the teacher at all.

The sound of conversation penetrated into his ears, and the boy sneered.

As if he was used to it, he pouted and turned to the other side.

Following the mountain road, I soon came to the gate of a courtyard.

Yang Mu stabilized his mind and knocked lightly on the door twice.

Squeak.

Soon, a little Taoist boy poked his head out and saw the identity of the person who came, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "Senior Brother Yang, which gust of wind blew you here early in the morning." ”

"I'm looking for Uncle Li. ”

Yang Mu's eyes were lowered, and he surprisingly didn't go back.

"It's Xiao Mu, come in. ”

A gentle female voice came from inside.

The woman in a gray robe came out of the room and said with a light smile, "Outside the door, you are doing a lot." ”

"......" Yang Mu quietly clenched his fists and mustered up the courage to ask, "Uncle Shi, I want to ask about the Tuna Technique." ”

"Huh?" the woman frowned slightly, pondering for a long time before she said slowly:

"You are Senior Brother Zhao's disciple, if you have any doubts, just ask him directly, come to me, is it a bit overstepping. ”

No one likes their own disciples to ask other people for advice.

Even if she had a good relationship with Senior Brother Zhao, she would not do such a thing easily.

"I ......" Yang Mu gritted his teeth, swallowed the words back to his mouth, and said with a gloomy face: "I'm sorry to disturb my uncle, my disciple will retire." ”

Leaving the small courtyard, the teenager wandered aimlessly in the mountains.

A breeze blows.

Stop by the stream.

He reached out and took a mouthful of cold water and threw it in his face.

Rubbing his nose and grinning a mouthful of big white teeth.

A strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he walked slowly towards the lecture class at the bottom of the mountain.

Yang Mu, who was wearing the clothes of a disciple of Huayang Peak, was quite conspicuous among a group of outer disciples, but he didn't care about the strange gazes thrown at him, and by the way, he reached out and pulled the hair of the female cultivator next to him.

"Yo, this little tuck is pretty good today. ”

"Yang Mu, you bastard!" the female cultivator glanced at him, and reinserted the hairpin in her hair with some distress.

Soon, the deacon of Youfeng began to lecture.

The boy was like the naughtiest student Lin Ze had ever seen, playing and playing, picking up Mr.'s words, and deliberately squeezing out a super loud snoring sound.

"I'm afraid of this. ”

Lin Ze shook his head, switched to another perspective, and stood behind the young man, with the other party's arm pressed under the practice mantra that he had secretly memorized.

Seems to be afraid of being discovered by others.

The thin notes were quietly hidden in his book pocket.

After class, Yang Mu stretched his waist and walked towards Huayang Peak as if nothing had happened.

Stopping at the mountainside, he removed the stones on the side of the road, revealing a small hole, and he hurriedly hid all the notes in it, and moved the stones back to seal the hole.

As soon as he turned around and walked a distance of more than ten zhang, he was blocked by a figure.

Zhao Zhenren's square face was calm and waveless.

There was only a hint of anger hidden in his eyes.

"You're going to lecture again?"

"Hmm. Yang Mu buried his head.

"What are you going to do?"

"Play. ”

"What's so funny, besides, with your qualifications, what qualifications do you have to waste time playing?" Zhao Zhenren remembered Deacon Zhufeng's evaluation of this kid, but he didn't doubt him, but his anger did not subside.

"My apprentice Zhao Jing is going to listen to the lecture class where the outer disciples gather, and you want others to see it as a joke?!"

The disciple didn't mean that. Yang Mu seemed to stand honestly and listen to the other party's reprimand, but his palms were already covered with sweat.

On the side, Lin Ze quietly stared at the square-faced Taoist.

One day and one night was enough time for him to figure out the whole thing.

No matter what the reason was that this Zhao Zhenren was dissatisfied with Yang Mu, but using this method to retaliate, in Lin Ze's opinion, it was simply not too inferior.

It's just that adults bully children, you are a real person who has built a foundation and consummated real people, and when you deal with a mid-stage Qi refining, you can't do any Taoism, but you have practiced a bunch of martial arts styles, why can't you make a bold move.

On the contrary, in this way, he wants to create in front of outsiders that he is a good master who has worked hard for nothing, and Yang Mu is a lazy and bad apprentice who does not listen to teachings.

Break people's immortal fate, kill people and punish their hearts.

"Zhao Jing. Chewing the name several times in his mouth, Lin Ze followed Yang Mu towards the small courtyard.

In fact, by this point, he was already able to quit the simulator.

This kid didn't come to him to solve his puzzles at all.

The other party clearly wants to find a backer.

can see that there is an abnormality in his cultivation, and help him convey it to the big people who can really control Zhao Jing.

Although Lin Ze sympathized with the other party, he was unwilling to be such a microphone.

Although Yang Mu is young, he is not stupid, on the contrary, he is smarter than many people.

Being able to endure for seven or eight years without mentioning this matter to others shows that this kid thinks that this matter is dangerous, even more important than the severance of the immortal relationship, and if you count it, it can only be his life.

Plus the other party's heart is not bad.

If he said it, how should the person who heard it deal with himself, wouldn't he be forcibly pulled onto the boat?

So Yang Mu was next to others to see it.

The meaning I want to express is very simple: if you can help me, it is better, if you can't help, just treat it as if you don't see it.

Lin Ze thinks that he doesn't have that right to speak, and he only has a one-sided relationship with this young man, so he has no reason to help the other party get ahead.

But he didn't want to leave like that.

Anyway, it will take the same number of times to watch it for three days and three years, so it's better to look at it again.

Let's see what will happen to this Huayang Peak Zhao Jingzhen.