But such a simple wish will not last long.

They spent a cold winter at the top of the Nine Pavilions.

The following year he was seventeen years old.

In March, Qin Shang received an order from the pavilion master to take the head of the notorious killer blood wolf on the rivers and lakes for a period of three days.

The young man left the Nine Pavilion with full loyalty and went to carry out the task assigned by the Pavilion Master.

The blood wolf has very high martial arts, is very cunning, and is very good at hiding traces.

It took Qin Sheng two days to find the whereabouts of the blood wolf, but at that time, the blood wolf was hiding in the mountains with his friend who was also a killer and eating wine.

Seven people.

Qin Shang was stained with blood, killed seven people, and only brought back the head of the blood wolf.

But I went back late, half a day later than the three-day deadline.

Exhausted, he hurried back to the top of the Nine Pavilions, and respectfully offered his head, the young man did not wait for a word of praise, nor a word of comfort, nor even a reproach and question.

There was only a bloody whip to punish him for his bad deeds.

This is the first time in his life that a young man has been punished so severely that he bites his lip in pain, but he doesn't say a word.

Because I don't want the pavilion master to feel useless.

He is the number one master in the cabinet, he has become a talent at a young age, and he has worked so hard just to get close to the belief in his heart, how can he be weak?

Serving the Pavilion Master in close quarters, he must be stronger than the others.

So he was willing to be punished.

The young man felt that the pavilion master valued himself, so he should be punished.

He didn't complain, he only reminded himself in his heart that he needed to practice martial arts well, improve himself, and couldn't slack off on martial arts anymore.

So in the days that followed, in addition to serving the pavilion master, he had another task every morning and evening.

Continue to practice swords and practice internal strength.

Both inside and out.

In the winter of the age of seventeen, the climate was cold and harsh, and it snowed heavily for several days, and the top of the Nine Pavilions was white everywhere.

The young man thought that the pavilion master was wearing a snow-white light robe in all seasons, and went into the mountains to hunt two snow wolves, planning to make a wolf fur cloak for the pavilion master to keep out the cold.

The young man thought about the appearance of the pavilion master wearing a wolf fur, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised a smile.

But he miscalculated, and the faint smell of blood when the arrow hit the snow wolf's vital point attracted the wolves, and the young man fought with the wolves for a whole hour, killing several snow wolves, but he himself was seriously injured.

It was not difficult for him to get out on his own, but he was unwilling to leave behind the snow wolf that he had hunted with great difficulty.

However, taking the carcasses of two snow wolves with their bare hands and getting out of the pack of wolves is so difficult that it is almost impossible to do.

His shoulders were torn, and blood soaked his robe.

The young man's face was pale, embarrassed and unbearable.

The snow was falling, and he was eventually rescued by Jiuge's men, who arrived later - along with the two hunted snow wolves.

Holding on to his exhausted body and asking the pavilion master to say goodbye, the young man didn't care about his scarred body at all, and waited to answer the pavilion master's question with a kind of excitement like inviting merit.

However, no.

There was still not a word of reproach, not a word of inquiry.

Only very faint, so faint that he couldn't hear the slightest emotional fluctuation of a command, like a breeze drilling into his eardrums: "This seat doesn't like the smell of blood, when will the snow wash your body, when will you appear in front of this seat again." ”

Heavy snow...... Wash away the smell of blood.

The boy was stunned, and his thoughts were at a loss for a moment.

He didn't seem sure what he was hearing.

The snow was still falling, and he stood in a state of distraction, all his thoughts were empty, his mind was blank, and his eyes didn't even know where to look.

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