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A scream started a new day, and before dawn, the master of Qingfeng Courtyard, the ninth young master of the Yin and Yang family, was woken up by his own master, no, it should be said that he was whipped up by the master's magic weapon. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zou Rong left the warm quilt, put on a thin black robe, stepped on the cold ground with his bare feet, and began to practice Yu Bu, trembling while cheering himself up: "Overcome laziness, don't be afraid of cold, don't be afraid of pain......"

The servant who was about to empty the toilet had just stuck his head out of the house, and saw the young master who was barefoot with strange steps and a chattering mouth, his scalp was numb, could it be crazy? Quickly retract his head, click, close the door, damn it, he saw that the master was secret, and he couldn't say it......

Zou Rong held the divine whip and began to report in the morning: "Master, the disciple has probably run twenty miles. ”

The whip shook to show understanding.

"The disciple is going to the academy, master, do you really want to do that?"

The whip flew back to the table, motionless.

"Master, don't be angry, the disciple will not let you down," Zou Rong gritted his teeth, although he was afraid to death, but the master said that he was timid and fearful, and his personality was cowardly, so he had to take drastic medicine.

......

Zou Rong, as usual, got into his own special carriage, came to the academy, walked into the lecture hall, he walked to his seat in silence, and took out the yin charm sac.

"Nine Princes, if I were you, I wouldn't come, I wouldn't be able to learn anything anyway, and I would run away in vain......"

Zou Rong took a deep breath, breathed again, and stepped forward.

"What's the matter, I changed into a black robe, my temper is still big, what do you want to do......" Deng Chenzhong, who was wearing a brocade robe, sneered.

Zou Rong looked at this underbeaten face, picked up his fist, and a punch fell, this Deng son who always looked at him with slanted eyes was knocked to the ground, Zou Rong himself couldn't believe it, so easy?

Since it has reached this point, the task has to be done, and you are not welcome, you will hit it with your fist, and count it in your mouth: "Two, three, four......"

"Zou Rong, you waste, you dare to beat me......"

"Waste? Master has put up with you for a long time, beating you?"

The little boy forgot his original intention when he raised his fist, and went down with a flurry of punches, and the screaming and scolding under him turned into a miserable scream.

The student who was stupid on the side, looked at the ruthless Zou Rong, lost his voice for a while, and then shouted: "Don't fight, if you fight again, you will die!"

"The Ninth Prince beat someone......"

"Pull away from ......"

"Looking for the Master......

The Deng family stepped forward to grab Zou Rong, Zou Rong turned around and punched a few punches, he punched and kicked the rack that came forward, mercilessly, the students who pulled the frame were innocently beaten, they were all eleven or twelve-year-old boys, and the anger was not small, and the fist was on the ......

Zou Rong was hard-headed, and he didn't suffer much loss with his ruthlessness, when the master arrived, the tables and chairs fell to the ground, and the students scuffled together, all with colors on their faces.

Zou Yun followed behind, looking at his little brother, who was fighting in all directions, his eyes almost didn't fall out, this is Xiao Jiu?

"Stop!" the student heard the master's voice and stopped.

Only Zou Rong raised his fist and gave a punch to the guy who had just beaten him.

"He hit me......" The little guy looked at the master, his eyes were red, and the master said to stop.

"Zou Rong, I said stop......" The old master's face was gloomy, and his beard trembled with anger.

"Oh......" Zou Rong lowered his head and answered, indicating that he heard it.

The old master looked at the student who was panting like a cow, and his breath knotted for a while, he couldn't take this lesson, he took a few deep breaths, and barely calmed down.

"What's going on, why are you fighting?"

"Master, don't blame us, it was Zou Rong who did it first......"

"Yes, he beat Deng Chenzhong, we fight, but he started beating us......"

"Yes, he did it first......"

The master had a headache and shouted, "Don't make any noise, where is Deng Chenzhong?"

"He... He's still under the table......"

"What?" Deng's precious genius was actually beaten under the table, and the old master wiped his sweat and shouted, "Hurry up, see how Chen Zhong is?"

"Master, he... He...... He beat me...... "The young man with a blue nose and swollen face was beaten into a pig's head, with a swollen face and a broken mouth, with two black eyes.

Zou Yun almost didn't laugh out loud, looking at the son of the Deng family who spoke indistinctly and was almost disfigured, he was so happy in his heart, and then looked at his younger brother who bowed his head and was silent, somehow, the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it became, and it was worthy of being the ninth young man of our Zou family.

After hearing the accusation, the master glared at Zou Rong and asked, "Zou Rong, but you did it first?"

Zou Rong: "Yes." ”

"Why did you hit someone?"

Zou Rong: "......" This is the master's task.

"Fighting is punishable, do you understand?"

Zou Rong: "......" The master said, don't be afraid, your father is the dean, and the other masters dare not really punish him.

"Do you think I don't dare to punish you?" The old master looked at the passive confrontational young man, and his heart was congested for a while, he really didn't dare to punish him.

Zou Rong: "......" Yes.

"Okay, okay, I can't control you, I'll go find the dean," the old master left with a dark face.

Zou Rong silently walked back to his seat and began to be in a daze, the master said, a man who has not fought is not a real man, and the first task is to beat the first person who opened his mouth to provoke him today with ten punches, and he can't miss it, how many punches did he fight?

The master said that the fight is unreasonable, and those who dare to make a move will be beaten again, so he will beat all the classmates who blocked him......

The master also said that he fought hard and couldn't admit defeat even if he died, so the more he hurt, the more ruthless he became, and he didn't lose......

The master said that there are no rules for fighting, and the last move must be ended by himself, so when the master shouted to stop, he gave his little friend the last punch, which felt really cool.

What the master said was indeed right, after the fight, he felt a lot stronger, and seemed to have a little manly spirit.

"Xiao Jiu... Little Nine ......"

"Third brother, is there something?" Zou Rong raised his head calmly and looked at the third brother calmly.

Zou Yun didn't know why, he shook his head, saying that it was okay, and after a while, he reacted, and dared to ask if there was something wrong? Do you know if you got into trouble, and finally touched his nose and left, without saying anything.

After a long time, the master did not come back, Zou Rong packed up his stationery and walked out of the lecture hall in the frightened eyes of everyone......

"Do you see my eyes are broken?"

"Ah, my teeth are bleeding......"

"Nine sons, it's too ruthless to start......"

"Why didn't the Master punish him?"

"The ninth young master of the Yin and Yang family, the dean's own son, do you dare to punish him?"

"Didn't the dean say that they are all students when they enter the academy......"

"That's what you believe, it's okay to have a small punishment, if you dare to punish it heavily, hum ......"

Deng Chenzhong, who heard everyone's discussion, was angry in his heart, could it be that he was beaten in vain? Or was he beaten by that waste, no, I must take revenge.

......

Qingfeng Temple, after listening to the apprentice's report, Liufa nodded, and gave a two-word evaluation of "good".

"In the future, you don't have to tell me these things face to face, I only teach you half an hour every day, if you want to tell the master, you can tell the divine whip. ”

"Yes, master," Zou Rong looked uplifted, although his face was injured.

Liufa smiled: "That's right, the young man should be bloody and energetic." ”

"You draw a blood talisman and heal yourself. ”

Zou Rong's face did not change color, and he wrote the talisman in the air, and when the blood talisman was generated, the blood was hazy, and then he led it to himself, and the bruise slowly disappeared......

"It's too slow, it's not good, ...... again"

A quarter of an hour later, the six methods nodded, barely passed the test, taught the disciple a new blood talisman, and went back to cultivate.