Fu Nong Yingjie, the master of the disciples of the lower courtyard of the Huashan Sect, did not come to the martial arts field until almost lunchtime.

He had also heard that there would be three new disciples today, but Nong Yingjie didn't take it to heart.

At this time, the sun was already high, and he dragged the flattened shoe skin, licked a big belly, and walked casually towards the martial arts field.

This person was originally tall and strong, but it is a pity that after reaching middle age, he suddenly gave up on himself for some reason, and let himself become a tall "mountain" of meat.

Nong Yingjie's face was oily, as if he hadn't slept all night. He yawned, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

After a rough calculation, everyone in the martial arts field today is all together. He nodded to the crowd, first at a few unfamiliar faces.

Although one was born tall, he was grizzled and could not see clearly. One was thin and weak, and he looked even more delicate than the female disciple in the door. The third one is a little more normal. He was stocky and strong, but his face was bruised. Obviously, he was beaten a lot.

Nong Yingjie didn't pay attention to the mess on the new disciple's face. When a newcomer first came to the lower house, he didn't have some color on his face? Although this person had a lot of injuries on his face. But if you manage everything, where can you manage it?

It's just that what makes him wonder is why those old oilmen in the lower courtyard are also depressed? They look stupid like their dead fathers and mothers? But the usual hippie smiling faces of these boys also make him hate it, and this crying and mourning portrait makes people feel more comfortable to watch.

Nong Yingjie called these disciples together on official business. I didn't bother to listen to any nonsense from them, just let them practice a set of back punches again.

This set of back boxing, the disciples of the lower courtyard don't know how many teenagers have practiced back and forth. Winter and summer come and go, and I have never had the opportunity to practice other kung fu.

These lower court disciples may be of bad character, or they may not be hard at training. But now they are lined up one by one on the martial arts training ground, and they play this set of Tongjian in a uniform manner, but the momentum is also terrifying. Sure enough, it did not insult the prestige of the Huashan faction.

But this neat and uniform exercise did not enter Nong Yingjie's eyes. He leaned casually against the shade of a tree, just looking into the distance with his arms crossed.

The disciples of the lower courtyard shouted and killed like angry spirits, and the sound of wind and birds entered from his left ear and came out of his right ear.

After these disciples finished practicing this whole set of Tongjiquan. Nong Yingjie patted the dust on his body, stood up and said casually: "Today's drill is not good. You practice again. It is scattered today. With that, he wanted to turn around and leave the martial arts field.

These lower court disciples were originally a little depressed. When I heard that the master was talking about it again, I was even more depressed.

They had been in the House of Commons for several years, every day since the first day. Who didn't come with longing. But now, the initial heat has long been worn out.

Suddenly, a suppressed voice sounded from among the disciples: "Master, have you really seen the set of boxing techniques we practiced just now?"

This question made these lower court disciples gasp.

Although their master Nong Yingjie is tired, he is not easy to talk to. If these lower court disciples don't want to be a salted fish that can't turn over forever, then Master Nong Yingjie can't be offended.

Just because the person who judged whether their group of people could continue to learn a deeper level of martial arts was the Nong Yingjie in front of him.

As long as he said, "I still can't practice", their group of lower court disciples must play this ridiculous all-arm fist day after day.

The disciples of the lower courtyard didn't know which way of the immortals they had offended, in short, since they entered the lower courtyard, they had never heard the master say a word of praise for a day.

At the beginning, they only said that the master used this method to temper themselves, and everyone still practiced and rose.

But then they also realized that something was wrong, their master Nong Yingjie had no requirements for the disciples of the lower courtyard at all. Every day, I came to the martial arts practice field at three poles in the morning, and after a hurried look, I turned my head and went to lunch.

Over the years, the evaluation has always been "not good today." ”

Some of the disciples began to think of leaving the lower courtyard by other means. But after a round of gift-giving, no one was willing to accept their ardent hopes.

In short, no matter how much they tossed, they could never leave the lower house.

Over time, all the disciples recognized the reality. Many people are no longer as diligent as they used to be, and they also learn to be like their masters, and they only come to practice martial arts after they have slept well.

After performing it once and showing it to the master, I can go back to rest again.

Fortunately, their master never took the lower court disciples seriously in this matter. No matter how decadent these disciples were, they all seemed to have never seen it.

Over time, these lower court disciples really felt that they were indeed wine bags and rice bags. No matter how the disciples of the Middle Court and the Upper Court looked down on them, how they ridiculed them with words. Most of them are like their own masters, cheeky and don't hear them. Anyway, when they go out, no one can beat them, and they just mess around behind closed doors.

Who would have thought that someone would ask Nong Yingjie today if he had really seen the set of Tongjiquan they played.

Isn't this nonsense!

Master Nong Yingjie has always found a random place to lie down and look at the sky at will. Just wait for them to finish the fight and say another word.

Nong Yingjie had never seen them practice martial arts, and he never gave advice. This is something that everyone has already acquiesced to.

Someone deliberately came to ask today, that is, to find fault.

The disciples followed the sound to look, but it was Jiang Lerong, who was beaten the worst just now.

I saw that his chest was heaving, and he was obviously also worried about what he had just said. But the words have already been said, and they can no longer be taken back. Jiang Lerong simply wanted to pour out the anger that had been pent up in his heart for many years.

I only heard him ask again: "Master, you just said that we still can't fight." Didn't you know that the master had just seen us drill?"

Nong Yingjie didn't know why this kid was so stubborn today. Then he said in a deep voice: "I don't know about your catties, even if I don't look at it, I know that you will definitely not be able to do it!"

Jiang Lerong asked again: "Isn't the newcomer okay too?

Nong Yingjie laughed when he heard this, and said, "What's the matter? Did you Jiang Lerong change your personality today and want to stand out for others? How much did you charge for others?"

As soon as he said this, everyone already knew in their hearts that this master of theirs was always tired and lazy on weekdays. But what these disciples of the lower courtyard are doing, it turns out that Nong Yingjie knows about it.

Jiang Lerong was also stunned, but he quickly returned to the look of the fish dead just now, and said, "The master always says that we can't do it." Yes, I admit it. But don't you think it's okay with the newcomers? Have you really seen what they're really like? Don't you just try their kung fu and conclude that they're just as bad as we are?"