The Huashan faction has a vast terrain, except for the head of the sect and a cadre of elders, who occupy the best position in the sect. The Huashan Upper Courtyard is also an extremely special place.

There are only a few dozen disciples in the upper courtyard, and the food and lodging are much more refined than those in the middle courtyard and the lower courtyard.

Not to mention that they are in addition to the master Fu Wu Zhengwen urging the practice of martial arts. There are also many masters who have taught their own skills to these disciples of the upper court.

Master Fu Wu Zhengwen's martial arts are extremely high, and he can also rank in the top three in the Huashan faction. His methods of teaching his disciples are naturally not as sloppy as Nong Yingjie's.

His usual temperament is a bit refined, and he is even more strict with those disciples under him.

He often admonished his disciples, saying, "Although you have not been able to become a disciple of your own lineage. But just like my Wu Zhengwen's personal disciple.

I don't ask of you one point less than my own disciples, but I have three points more than them.

In time, you will definitely be two points higher than those disciples who have passed it on!"

Therefore, the disciples who came out of the upper courtyard were more than a little bit higher than those of the middle court and the lower court.

The stubborn and belligerent temperament followed their master. Although they didn't say anything, everyone compared them to those who passed on the disciples.

Whatever you do, you try to be better than those who are your own disciples.

The performance of these disciples in the upper courtyard has always made their master Fu Wu Zhengwen feel gratified and proud.

He never expected that one day, two of his disciples would kneel in front of him and cry because they were bullied by those self-willed depraved people in the lower court.

Qiao San is usually a little cowardly, and Wu Zhengwen doesn't like it. He now looks stupid like a dead father, and he didn't surprise the master Fu Wu Zhengwen.

On the contrary, Long Xiude, a proud protégé of himself, was now lying on the ground half-dead, his face was pale, as if he had been seriously injured.

Wu Zhengwen hurriedly stepped forward and touched Long Xiude's pulse. This time, his face became even more pale. Then he opened the clothes on Long Xiude's vest and examined it.

Looking at Long Xiude's slippery vest, Wu Zhengwen didn't hit one place, and slapped Long Xiude on the back of the head.

This slap contained Wu Zhengwen's anger. Long Xiude's eyes were full of stars, and it took him half a day to find his center of gravity.

Wu Zhengwen sat back in his chair and yelled at his two disciples: "You two useless things, if you fall into the share of being bullied by the lower court, forget it." There are no injuries on his body at all, and he still comes to me to cry and call his mother. Such a boneless and depressed look, are you going to make me angry to death!"

Long Xiude and Qiao San glanced at each other suspiciously. The two of them were obviously injured a lot by the boy in the lower courtyard. Especially Long Xiude was smashed on the vest by that kid with a hammer.

After the fight, Long Xiude only felt uncomfortable in his body. Even if there are no internal injuries, at least the skin and flesh will be opened.

How could it be as his master Wu Zhengwen said, that he didn't suffer any injuries at all?

Long Xiude hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a white arm. Sure enough, there were no traces of scratching and bruising on it.

Long Xiude secretly leaned over and motioned for Qiao Shan to take a look at his vest.

After Qiao San glanced at it, he shook his head suspiciously. Obviously, Long Xiude's vest did not leave any scars at all.

Long Xiude suddenly realized: "Master, that kid in the lower courtyard is really too cunning and hateful! When he hit me with a hammer, he put an extremely thick account book in advance.

The hammer fell, and I didn't show any scars. But the strength is not less at all!"

Wu Zhengwen looked at the angry Long Xiude and reprimanded angrily: "Whether you are injured or not, you will be disgraced and go home!"

But he couldn't help but feel in his heart that this kid in the lower courtyard was indeed cunning and tight. beat his two apprentices until they cried and ran to complain.

Not a trace has been left yet. Even if he wants to find this kid to be punished, this tired goods from the lower house can deny it outright.

If there are no scars, where can the evidence come from?

Wu Zhengwen took a deep breath and said to his two apprentices: "This time, you two will admit it! From today, it is also a good thing to realize how stupid you are." ”

Hearing this, Long Xiude hurriedly and anxiously said to his master: "Could it be that our upper courtyard was bullied by them in the lower courtyard like this?"

When Wu Zhengwen heard this, he was so angry that he smashed a teacup in his hand on Long Xiude's vest.

The teacup was blown into pieces of porcelain on the back of Long Xiude's red fruit. With the hot tea, the stinging Long Xiude's vest hurt.

Long Xiude trembled for a while, but he didn't dare to say anything more to his master.

Wu Zhengwen said angrily: "It is you two stinky boys who are being bullied by the lower court!

Having said that, when Wu Zhengwen calmed down and sulked, he also knew that this matter could not be given up so easily.

He closed his eyes and was silent for a long time. The two disciples who were kneeling or lying on their stomachs at the bottom were cowering and did not dare to make the slightest sound.

Finally, Wu Zhengwen opened his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "You tell me the ins and outs again." ”

Although Long Xiude was not lightly injured, he still hurriedly said what had happened.

After listening to the whole thing with his eyes closed, Wu Zhenwen suddenly rolled his eyes and asked, "Are these disciples of the lower courtyard really trying to participate in the competition for the birthday of the patriarch?"

The two disciples hurriedly nodded yes as if they were pounding garlic.

Wu Zhengwen listened and said, "Okay, I thought Nong Yingjie had extinguished the idea of competing with our senior brothers. Spend all day in a state of confusion.

I didn't expect him to really cultivate the plank road in the open and Chen Cang in the dark. actually secretly coached a few boys who could still be eye-catching.

Originally, the idea was to make a splash on the patriarch's birthday and slap us in the face? Fortunately, several of his disciples couldn't hold their breath. The old bottom has been leaked so quickly.

The more they want to show their hands on the birthday of their ancestors. The more I want them to suffocate to death. ”

Speaking of this, he lowered his head again and said to his disciple Long Xiude who was lying on his stomach: "Xiude, it doesn't matter what injuries you have. I went back to practice immediately. In addition, on the birthday of the patriarch this time, you will fight with your three senior brothers and one junior sister. ”

The two disciples kneeling at the foot of the hall suddenly heard this, and their hearts were filled with joy and sorrow.

Long Xiude was pleased that he was able to line up with several of his master's most proud disciples. This time, the patriarch's birthday will definitely follow!

But Qiao San was cold and bleak in his heart. He wanted to be able to follow Long Xiude to get a better ranking. The sycophants who have been sticking behind him for months.

Now that this is the case, the bamboo basket is empty. was also beaten by him and scolded by him.

This time, I really stole chickens and rice!