In the early morning of the next day, the small building on the mountainside was paved.

The boy sat up, kicked the pig-sleeping people on either side, and began to get dressed.

Qian Yiliang turned over, grabbed the gold quilt and put it on his head.

The bracelet on his hand made a crisp sound, causing the person behind the screen to mumble.

"Master, why are you up?" The young man's slightly surprised voice came.

When the two people in the quilt heard that the master was coming, they immediately jumped up from the quilt and saluted dizzily: "Master, morning." ”

"Awake?" The boy did not have the slightest guilt of deceiving.

"What time is it? What time it is! Li Luohan let out a low cry and hurriedly got dressed, "I still have to go up the mountain to pick flowers for Master!" ”

"Defloration?" The boy glanced at the screen, snorted lowly, and walked out first.

Li Luohan dragged the dead pig-like money and shook it coldly, and finally gave up and hurriedly ran out.

In the courtyard, the blue calamus had already set up three baskets for them.

Two baskets contained an unequal number of stones, one empty.

The boy came out early, but did not set off directly.

Li Luohan ran out and saw him watering with a gourd scoop.

The poor little sapling, before he woke up early in the morning, was about to be ruthlessly poured cold water.

Qian Yiliang, who was dressed in golden light, walked out yawning, and took advantage of the watering one by one to see the watering, and quickly grabbed the empty basket.

"Master, why is this like this? Let's get up so early to climb the mountain! His eyes were closed and his mouth was beeping.

Li Luohan followed, choosing a basket with fewer stones.

The wind is the worst, and there is no choice.

Lan Yan gave him a sympathetic look and cleared her throat.

"Your master has commanded you to put these stones in the places you think are most useful, and now you can go."

"Most useful?" Hook the corners of your mouth from the wind.

It sounds good, but it's clearly just a casual throw.

Li Luohan also wanted to ask him where the most useful place was, but the Blue Blade flew away.

He was obviously on vacation, why did he come early in the morning to do such an errand, he had to hide in a place where the little girl couldn't find it.

Lan Yi pondered where it was safer, and suddenly thought......

No, half an hour later, he'll have to go to the courtyard to ring the bell!

The three of them set out for the mountain, and half an hour later, when the bell rang, the door was opened again.

Qingyan yawned and stretched, looked at the bright morning light, pulled out a small leather whip from the corner, and walked towards the training ground gracefully.

The plan of the day lies in the morning, and she wants to see if the disciples are doing a good job.

Except for the disciples who went down the mountain to carry wood, most of the disciples helped the carpenters sharpen wood in the training ground.

Qingyan passed by with a small leather whip, and no one dared to raise his head.

The elders inspect and work very hard.

She grabbed a handful of fluffy shavings and played with them.

"Tall people do the best when they plane wood."

The thin and tall disciple's face turned red, his hands crooked, and he shaved his skin.

Qingyan was dumbfounded, "Hurry up and get some medicine to stop the bleeding." ”

The originally nervous disciple saw that someone was injured and hurriedly ran away to find medicine for the injury.

The ground was full of wood and shavings, and it was easy to trip and be anxious, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

The unknown people in the distance only heard blood, wounds, and broken hands, and only one thought came to their minds.

As soon as the elder appeared, he was either killed or wounded.

Seeing that the wound is not shallow, it is necessary to get two stitches, and Qingyan's eyes are shining.

She felt that she finally had a place to use, and hurriedly called Ah Zhu to be a guy.

Everyone is hurt, what else are you going to do?

No sympathy at all?

Both those who knew the situation and those who didn't were stunned.

The little disciple who asked Ah Zhu pushed the onlookers away, and there was an empty space.

With a thud, a heavy cloth bag was put down.

He opened the cloth bag, and it was a long one, with various large and small blades and curved needles stuck in it.

Qingyan instantly turned into the attending doctor, took the disciple's hand as a piece of cloth, and began to sew and mend it.

The elder actually clamped the human skin with a clamp.

Hiss!

It hurts to look at.

Vomit!

Is this stirring up the broth?

Burst!

I can't help it, I can't help it, I'm going to vomit.

Don't you let people go even if they faint to death?

Gosh, can meat be sewn like cloth too?

After doing such a cruel thing, the elder could still laugh.

And smiling so beautifully.

It's unreasonable!

Qingyan looked at his disciple's hand with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Well, the technique has not regressed. ”

Didn't regress?

Could it be that the elders have sewn people before?

Doesn't sound like the first time.

The little disciple who was still awake subconsciously hid back.

"Ah Zhu, take all the things." Qingyan wiped his hands with a clean cloth.

She shook the fainting disciple awake and fed him a pill, "The wound heals quickly after stitching, you can't touch the water for these two days, and avoid spicy." ”

The injured disciple was surprised, and at first he thought that the elder was deliberately playing tricks on him.

But the elder was obviously healing him, and he was telling him to care for him.

"Elder Xie." The little disciple saluted.

Qingyan asked people to help him back to rest, and asked Ah Zhu to explain to the cook of the East Kitchen to make up for him.

I heard that if I was injured, I could not work, and I could still let the cook open a small stove?

The disciples who were dodging picked up the planer one after another, wanting to make a planing for themselves.

It's too cruel to do it to yourself.

They just have the heart and the guts.

The mood of the disciples was like riding a roller coaster, and they all looked at their amiable and respectable elders stupidly in the end.

Qingyan waved his whip and said fiercely: "Do you want to be lazy here?" ”

The disciples dispersed in a hurry.

Qingyan snorted, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the bell tower in the distance.

There was a man standing under the bell tower, holding the wood that rang the bell and not knowing what he was doing.

"Blue Calam?" She hummed and climbed up the bell tower.

Three or four steps, stunned to make her climb out of the flying peak.

Hearing the voice, Lan Ji stepped back and let her see the black stain on the wood of the bell.

"You see, isn't that weird."

When Qingyan looked closer, there was a drop of burnt black stuff, which looked strangely disgusting.

"It's not surprising that there are many birds in the mountains, and eighty percent of them are bird droppings."

"I'm sure it's not bird poop."

Qingyan listened to his tone and asked rhetorically, "How do you know?" ”

"It doesn't stink."

Lan Yan was slightly embarrassed after speaking, and Qingyan also thought of something, so he didn't continue to ask.

"I've always thought it was weird, but if you try it with that backtrack, you might be able to see something."

Let her watch bird poop?

"Are you sick to my brain?"

Lan Yi grabbed her clothes and wouldn't let her go.

"Give it a try, just give it a try."

Qingyan couldn't do anything about him, so he looked left and right, "By the way, you didn't tell outsiders about this, you know that my cultivation is not good, if I fail in front of outsiders, I will lose face." ”

In fact, she doesn't want to be annoyed, if others know, maybe she will hold something every day for her to try.

Just like he is now.

When Lan Yi learned that only he knew about this, a sense of superiority rose in his heart, and he hurriedly assured.

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone know."

Qingyan snorted, stood in front of the wood, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, slowly stretched out his hand, his palm was flicked, and a phantom of a pair of boots appeared above the black stain.

"Boots? Who is it? ”

Qingyan didn't expect Lan Yan's sixth sense to be quite accurate, and it was really not simple.

It's not bird poop, it's who stepped on dog shit.

"Our disciples' boots are very simple, there is no such pattern, is there an outsider in Xiaolinshan?"

Lan Yi racked his brains and couldn't think of anyone in the academy who wore such boots.

"Maybe it's a disciple or elder of Da Lin Mountain, but it's not an outsider."

Qingyan pointed to a scoop not far away.

"Possibly." Blue calamus is also not sure.

"Let's go."

Lan Yi didn't forget to ring the bell before leaving.