He also spent more time with the master, and he knew what the master was thinking, so he naturally buried it in his heart and didn't say anything about it.

It's just that the veil is still hidden in the cabinet drawer in the bedroom.

On this day, Rong Zhiwei sat in front of the window, holding a black in her left hand and a white child in her right hand, playing against herself, Sheng Changan sat quietly opposite her, watching her play chess, silently learning.

After a while, she suddenly stopped the chess in her hand and looked up at him: "Chang'an." ”

"In vain."

"Is the saber still handy?"

She had just given him a new saber the other day.

Sheng Changan nodded happily: "The apprentice uses it to beat all the outer disciples alone." ”

Although Rong Zhiwei is proficient in all kinds of weapons, the most convenient and elegant one available is the sword, and the sword has been with her for the longest time, and as a personal apprentice, Sheng Changan naturally has more swords.

"Then," she lowered her eyelids, and then made a move: "Let's go down the mountain and practice." ”

"Down the mountain?" Sheng Changan's eyes widened in surprise: "Do you have to go?" ”

She didn't answer again.

Sheng Changan was entangled for a moment, frowning slightly: "But Master, aren't the senior sisters all going down the mountain to experience after they are fifteen years old?" ”

Rong Zhiwei stopped the chess in her hand, stretched out her hand to sweep all the half-played chess pieces from the chessboard, and after putting the black and white pieces into the box, she looked up at the window and thoughtfully: "You are different from them." ”

"Yes..."

Although he didn't want to leave his master's side, the senior sisters who had gone down the mountain to experience said that there was another world under the mountain, and there were many interesting things, and he finally answered it.

"For there is your new hairband in the teacher's room, go down the mountain tomorrow for half a month."

Early the next morning, Sheng Changan put the original pink hairband into the drawer, replaced it with a new red headband, prepared a sword and a small storage bag given by the master, and stepped out of the Ningxi Hall with a red plum fan on a white background.

Several senior sisters knew that he was going to practice, so they prepared things for him, or food or small objects and magic weapons, and stuffed a storage bag full, but before going down the mountain, they still didn't see the master come out.

Thinking about it, the master should have left Ning Xi early in the morning to participate in the tri-monthly trial meeting of the immortal world.

Feeling a little empty in his heart, he turned around and went down the mountain, holding the green jade fan given by the master in his hand.

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Two weeks later, Sheng Chang'an's red robe was stained with dark red blood, and he returned to the Ning Xi Sect with a body of injury.

He stood in front of Rong Zhiwei and said a little weakly: "Master, the apprentice is back." ”

She was still dressed in a moon-white robe, her waist-length black hair was simply curled up with a hosta, and she was frowning at him at the moment: "How did the injury come about?" ”

Sheng Changan lowered his eyes and was silent for a few seconds.

"Huh?" She continued.

"I was accidentally injured by sparring with other sect disciples."

"Yes."

Rong Zhiwei obviously didn't believe his words, but if she was just sparring, no matter which sect the disciple was, it would be up to the point, and the injuries on his body didn't look like they were just striking.

“... Yesterday, I met a few people from the Moyun faction, who were disrespectful to the apprentice, and spoke wildly, and the apprentice taught them a lesson. ”

Well, he still couldn't lie to her.

"Why?"

Sheng Changan said confidently: "They insulted the master with foul language, saying that the master is ugly and makes a lot of trouble, and the purpose of covering his face with a veil is to cover his ugliness... Obviously not! ”

"Mo Yun faction, how many people?"

"There are two inner disciples, and one outer door..."

Rong Zhiwei looked at the injuries on his body: "Did you fight, or did you escape halfway?" ”

If he was one against three, then he would never have been injured so much.

"The disciple seriously injured all three of them."

It should have been something worth showing off, but Sheng Changan looked at Rong Zhiwei's increasingly cold eyes, his heart became more and more bottomless, and his tone also dropped.

"Kneel outside the temple for three days."

She didn't say anything more, but punished him.

"Master!"

Sheng Changan's eyes widened, and his tone was a little aggrieved.

Rong Zhiwei closed her eyes and said sharply: "Go." ”

“...”

As if angry, he threw the fan in his hand and the long sword hanging from his waist at his feet, turned around and walked to the front of Ning Xi Palace, knelt down with a thud, and did not frown when he was injured.

He didn't understand why the master wanted to punish himself heavily, even ignoring his own injuries!

Obviously, he is defending the reputation of his master!

He did not allow anyone to slander the Master.

The summer sun was shining, and he knelt outside the hall with grievances in his heart, and the wounds on his body were hot and painful.

Not long after, several senior sisters heard that he had come back from training, and they all ran to the Ningxi Palace to look for him, and when they saw him being punished to kneel in front of the hall again, Sheng Changqi hurriedly asked, "Why was he punished for kneeling again?" It's all wounded..."

Sheng Changan's face was pale, the blood on his lips was gone, and there was a faint blood stain next to his knees kneeling on the ground, he shook his head and signaled to several senior sisters that he was fine.

"How can this work, no matter what, you will definitely not be able to survive such a heavy punishment, no, I will go to the head to intercede."

The four senior sisters stood outside the hall one after another, saluting respectfully in the hall: "I ask to see the master." ”

A few seconds later, Rong Zhiwei, dressed in white, appeared at the door, and her cold eyes swept lightly towards several people: "What's the matter?" ”

"Master! The fifth junior brother still has injuries on his body, no matter what mistakes he makes, please take it lightly! ”

"Master, the junior brother must be exhausted when he returns from training, not to mention that there are injuries, and the heavy punishment is too much!"

"Master, please let the junior brother heal the injury first, and then it's not too late to punish kneeling, this will definitely not be able to endure!"

"Master, please take it lightly!"

Looking at the several female disciples of the inner sect who interceded for him, Rong Zhiwei turned her gaze to Sheng Chang'an, who was covered in blood, and sneered: "If you have nothing to do with this matter, leave quickly, and those who violate it will be punished together!" ”

"Master!"

Several people also wanted to intercede for him.

"I'm useless?"

The cold voice was like an ice edge, piercing into the hearts of several people, she turned to leave, and the four senior sisters were annoyed, the only one in this Ning Xi faction who did not dare to disobey was the master.

"I'll go find Shizun to find a way for you."

"I'll go too!"

As soon as the words fell, several people quickly left, and Sheng Changan was still kneeling in place.

At night, he was still kneeling outside the hall, and several senior sisters went to find their own masters, but the two elders in the sect were the senior sisters of the head of the sect, and they had no right to interfere with the disciples, so the matter was naturally over.

Sheng Chang'an, who was kneeling outside the hall and was scarred, turned black in front of his eyes, and he couldn't support it, so he fell to the ground and fainted.

The everlasting lamp outside the Ning Xi Hall was still on, illuminating him outside the hall.

In just a moment, Rong Zhiwei walked out of the Ning Xi Palace, just like five years ago, when he was punished for kneeling for two days.