Qinghuan hurriedly went downstairs with the flustered footsteps of the drizzle, and his mind was a little more sober as he ran, and then he came back to his senses: "Someone just now?" ”

"I don't know, I only heard movement, let's go back quickly, and I'll see it again when I have a chance."

"Later...... You go by yourself, I won't go......" said, Qinghuan's face flushed again.

Shuyu looked at Qinghuan's embarrassed appearance, thought about it carefully, and suddenly understood something, and said with a smile: "Oh...... What did you just see? ”

Qinghuan glared at Shuyu: "Seeing you smiling like that, shouldn't you guess it yourself?" ”

The two chatted as they walked back to the rest area on the first floor.

As if something had happened.

A group of people gathered in a corner, chattering about something, as if they were watching something. Qing Huan suddenly realized that they were surrounding the seat where he was originally sitting. And their own paintings...... Spread out on the table when you walked away......

Qing Huan stepped forward to push away the crowd with a black face, squeezed in, and saw the scene in front of him, so angry that he almost vomited blood.

I saw Lan Ze sitting there, holding a pen in his hand, raising his eyebrows and drawing something on the scroll. On closer inspection, most of the results that had been painted with so much effort had been completely destroyed, with a few kings scribbled on it, as well as messy simple strokes, which seemed to be intended to completely destroy the painting.

Lan Ze saw Qinghuan coming over, and a smile provocated at the corner of his mouth: "Yo, the little cripple is back?" My sister has added a few strokes to your painting, what do you think? Tsk, if you want me to say, your hands are really rubbish, what is this called? Latrines? also dare to inscribe the name of the North Punishment Palace. Or is it better for me to add, you see, does this little thing look like you? Hey, let's talk about it, does it look like it? ”

The surrounding disciples laughed and sneered. The rain was blocked outside the crowd, and he couldn't get in for a while, so he kept walking back and forth in a hurry.

Qinghuan's eyes were red, her fists were clenched, and her eyes were firmly nailed to the ruined scroll, without blinking. It was a terrible look.

Lan Ze put the pen down again, and continued to draw the stick figure Wang Ba: "Look at you, you are so angry that you don't even dare to put a fart." How? What are you arrogant about? Your Excellency doesn't want you, you can't tell you that you are still high-spirited. No dad or mother's thing, hum ......"

As if it was a blink of an eye, Qinghuan stepped up and grabbed Lan Ze's collar and pulled her up, her eyes were terribly red, and then a hard fist slammed into Lan Ze's face.

"Ahh You little bastard! Lan Ze let out a painful cry, and then the nosebleed ran down her mouth, she looked at Qinghuan in disbelief, and simply stood up. She was already a few years older than Qing Huan, and she was a little taller, so she effortlessly grabbed Qing Huan's collar and lifted her feet off the ground, and then fell hard to the ground.

Qinghuan was in severe pain, but he only snorted, and immediately stood up again, pounced on Lan Ze, and smashed his fist down like a torrential rain, and only hit Lan Ze in the face, causing Lan Ze to have a bruise and nosebleed.

Lan Ze held down Qinghuan and kicked Qinghuan on the stomach, kicking Qinghuan out two meters away. Qinghuan's small body rolled a few times and hit the corner of the table, and the violent impact made her spit out a mouthful of blood.

Qing Huan wiped the corners of his mouth fiercely, endured the severe pain and got up, and rushed towards Lan Ze again.

But this time, it was intercepted halfway.

I don't know when I came to Pingzilai grabbed Qinghuan's collar with a dark face, and his anger was about to overflow his eyebrows, and the disciples had never seen Pingzilai have such a cold look, and they all shrank their necks in fright.

Lan Ze was stunned for a moment, and then shouted again: "Master! Look at Qinghuan, look at what she beat me into! ”

Ping Zilai glanced at Lan Ze's badly injured face, and then looked at Qing Huan, who was still red-eyed, and shouted: "Under the public, what kind of system!" Go back to Hongfei Pavilion, I will settle the account with you! ”

In the main hall of Hongfei Pavilion.

With a calm face, he sat on the main seat. A group of disciples under the seat lined up in two rows and hung their heads respectfully, and Lan Ze and Qinghuan knelt in the middle, and they didn't dare to speak.

Lan Ze was only injured on his face, and it looked strict, but in fact, it was all skin trauma. And Qing Huan's face didn't look like a big deal, but after being kicked hard by Lan Ze, her abdomen hurt like a knife, and her mouth was filled with a strong smell of blood, but she would rather swallow it than spit it out.

"Who's going to do it first?" Pingzilai asked gloomily.

Lan Ze preemptively said: "Of course it's her!" I don't know what I have a deep hatred for her, so I rushed up and beat me without saying anything, Master, look at the blood on my face! ”

Ping Zilai glanced at the two of them lightly, and asked, "What did she do beating you for no reason?" ”

"Qinghuan has long looked at me unpleasantly, do you still need a reason to beat someone?"

The disciples next to her heard her nonsense, and they didn't dare to stand up and speak. Shuyu raised her eyes, and was about to say something, when the disciple next to her pulled her cuffs and gave her a look. Shuyu ignored it, but still stood up and said, "That's not the case. It was Lan Ze who provoked first, and his words hurt people too much! ”

"You have a good relationship with her, so you naturally say so, Master, you ask the others to see if that's the case."

Ping Zilai looked at the disciple next to him. Those disciples were all trembling with fright, let alone standing up and saying something.

"Shut up! Lanze, you beware of retribution! Shuyu shouted.

"Shuyu, you go down, don't talk again. Qinghuan, you say it yourself. Pingzi Lai looked at Qinghuan.

Qinghuan was still holding a mouthful of blood in her mouth, and she only gritted her teeth with hatred, and her teeth were about to be crushed. She looked at Lan Ze again, and slowly spat out a few words: "If I do it again, I will definitely beat her like this." ”

Lan Ze squeezed out a few tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Ping Zilai with teary eyes: "Master, look at her!" is so rampant, what is she left to do in the North Punishment? ”

Ping Zilai looked at Qinghuan and asked slowly, "Give you another chance." What exactly are you going to say? ”

Qinghuan wanted to cry very much, and she couldn't think about it.

But she couldn't cry.

In a trance, I thought of not long ago, when she was still in the Rong Wither Pavilion.

At that time, the master left the north for more than ten days, and she thought that the master could not think about it. The master finally came back, and the master took her to the plum garden, and the master also taught her to practice swords.

But she didn't practice well. The Master was a little angry and said, "If you can't finish it, you just sit on the ground and cry, what does it look like?" ”

She still remembered that the plum garden was cold that night, and there were a few scattered petals in the air, and a few petals fell on the master's shoulder, but the master didn't notice it. Master's angry face really made her panic, and her heart shrank together nervously, she thought, she can't make Master angry again in her life.

Sitting on the ground and crying, it's really not the same.

Qinghuan took a deep breath, held back her tears, and said word by word:

"Disciple, there is nothing to say."

Pingzi Lai was silent for a moment and said, "Qinghuan, you really disappointed me." If Nan Yang Zun saw it, he would definitely be disappointed. Pingzi sighed and looked at a certain empty spot outside the door of the main hall: "Go to the punishment room and get twenty sticks." For ten days, there will be no more classes. ”

The two disciples stepped forward, and one of them grabbed Qinghuan's arm and pulled her out of the main hall half-dragging and half-dragging.

Qinghuan only remembered that Shuyu looked at her face anxiously, and Lan Ze turned his head with a smug face.

Qing Huan lay on the bench expressionlessly, while a disciple who performed the stick punishment looked at her with a sad face.

Such a young child, who looks like he is only nine or ten years old, is still a delicate little girl, what did he do? But if you fight, where will you go, the master is really, twenty sticks, if he fights hard, how can this little girl die?

"That...... I mean to fight, you bear with it, it won't be hard to bear. The male disciple comforted Qinghuan and said, tremblingly raised the long stick and fell down.

This stick is really not heavy, but when it hits Qinghuan's back, it provokes her to spit out a mouthful of blood. No matter how light Rao is, Qinghuan is a ten-year-old child with light internal strength after all, how can he stand twenty sticks.

The male disciple saw Qing Huan spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face was even more embarrassed.

At this moment, the wooden door of the punishment room was suddenly pushed open, and Lan Ze squinted in with a squinted eye with a wound that had just been treated.

"Are you...... Sister Lanze? What are you here to do? The male disciple was puzzled, thought about it for a while, and asked again: "Isn't it, Master, he canceled the punishment of Qinghuan?" I'll just say it...... Twenty sticks is too ......"

"It's not. Master called me over and supervised the beating of the twenty sticks. Lan Ze stared at Qing Huan viciously, and touched his injured nose with his hand, "Master said, I want to beat him hard." Otherwise, she won't have a long memory. ”

"Huh?" The male disciple frowned, holding the wooden stick and scratching his head, "No...... This is also ......"

"You still don't fight? Master personally gave the order, do you dare not fight? Lanzer shouted.

Qinghuan seemed to be isolated from the outside world, just staring blankly at the ground.

Lan Ze saw that the male disciple still couldn't bear to start, stepped forward and snatched the wooden stick, turned around and used a lot of internal strength, desperately hitting Qinghuan's back!

Lan Ze was born in a famous family in the rivers and lakes, and he has a martial arts foundation since he was a child, and he is not shallow. She was able to use all her strength to fight hard, far more than the disciple had just done normally.

"Hmm!" She snorted, her eyebrows were about to twist together, she felt like her internal organs were about to burst, her back was burning with severe pain, and the rough wooden stick directly scratched the clothes on her back, leaving a terrible blood mark on her delicate back. Qinghuan's fingers clasped tightly around the edge of the wooden stool, almost as if they were about to be inserted.

Lan Ze didn't care about the feeling of lightness, and didn't leave her a moment of respite, and then the second stick fell with a roar.

This time it fell to Qinghuan's buttocks.

Qing Huan's fingers on the wooden stool had been broken and bleeding.

Lan Ze went crazy and whipped the wooden stick on Qing Huan's body, on her back, arms, and thighs, and she was hurting everywhere, and she shouted while beating: "Little bastard!" Little mongrel! How dare you hit me?! Why don't you call it out? Yes? What to pack! You give me death! You give me death!! ”

Qing Huan's whole body was bleeding, and bright red blood was dripping down several wounds, forming a thin line and dripping to the ground. The ground was full of horrible blood, and it was shocking to see it.

Qinghuan vomited a lot of blood, and the entire bench was stained red with her blood. She struggled to keep a clear eye, staring hard at the ground trying to find a glimmer of focus. Now she didn't even have to endure it, she had no strength to cry out because of the pain.

"Master...... Master......" Qinghuan suddenly began to murmur in her mouth, and these two words were called out, and the tears she had endured for a long time finally broke through her eyes, dripping to the ground, mixed with her blood.

"Do you still want to be honorable? Hahaha, that's ridiculous! I went down half a month ago! She doesn't care about you for a long time! ”

Miscellaneous...... What the?

Master...... Let's go?

Master...... Let's go...... It's been half a month......?

Why...... Why don't you sue her...... Why......

Doesn't Master know...... Has she been waiting for her in Hongfei Pavilion......

Why...... She...... Isn't it good......

Qing Huan could only see a piece of blood, and could no longer find a clear image, his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

The male disciple stopped Lan Ze and shouted, "Stop! You're going to beat her to death! She's going to die! ”

"What does it matter if she's dead? Cheap life! There are thousands of dead people, she's a fart! Phew! Lan Ze threw down the stick, brushed his sleeves and left.

The male disciple hurriedly picked up the unconscious Qinghuan carefully and ran to the main hall.