The completion of today's morning exercise goal caught everyone off guard.

　　 I thought that Nangong Yunmo would not be able to touch Xiao Bai at all, but they didn't expect Ling Xinyun to use this trick to forcefully reverse the ending.

　　 "No matter what method you use, as long as you can touch you once, that's what you said." Ling Xinyun said, under the veil she was actually chuckling.

　　 Although it was not obvious and fleeting, it was still caught by Xiao Bai.

　　 "Oh, well, you won." Xiao Bai shook his head and smiled bitterly. After losing the game, he smiled for his own disciple without losing money.

　　 In the audience, the corners of the elders’ mouths twitched.

　　 Although this method is shameful, but. . . Nothing wrong, after all, there is no violation of the rules.

　　 There were loud shouts from the audience.

　　On the stage of performing martial arts, I saw the little monk holding a Zen stick, waving the stick while shouting "Master, look here, look here."

　　 then reduced his Zen stick, and then threw it into the distance. The reduced Zen stick flew towards the position of the little monk again like a boomerang.

　　 However, the little monk was not ready to take the stick. Instead, he stood upright on the spot, with his arms outstretched, waiting for the stick to hit him.

　　 "It seems that another victor is about to be born." An elder said, it seems that this morning exercise goal is still quite accomplished.

　　 "Don't worry, you won't." Ergou said lazily, lying on the soft cushion.

　　 On the stage of performing martial arts, Xiao Bai stood there, just watching the stick smashing into the little monk's chest, without any sign of action.

　　 And the little monk has also changed from his initial amorous feelings and full of smiles to a face of horror and cold sweat.

　　 Fuck, the master is really not ready to make a move, and he is serious.

　　 Just when he was about to interrupt the attack of the Zen stick, it was a pity that it was too late, and the Zen stick hit his chest.

　　 "Puff!"

　　 The little monk spit out blood, and his whole body flew out like a cannonball. In the blink of an eye, he flew out of the martial arts platform and smashed a big hole.

　　 The little monk lay reclining in the big pit, his collar was stained red with blood, his body convulsed constantly, and his feet moved from time to time.

　　 "Junior Brother!" Nangong Yunmo and Zhang Shige exclaimed, and hurriedly jumped off the performance stage and ran to the place where the little monk was lying.

　　 Everyone who watched the morning exercise panicked when they saw this, and quickly stood up, looking anxiously at the little monk who looked like a dead fish in the big pit.

　　 "This little monk seems to be only seven or eight years old. He is still a child. He was attacked so hard just now. Isn't it okay?" a female elder asked worriedly.

　　 "It looks like... It should be something, after all, I was beaten to bleed just now, and I was flying so far, now lying motionless, it seems that I have lost basic mobility." An elder replied.

　　 "Oh, why didn't Senior Xiao stop him just now?" An elder asked anxiously. Such a cute child felt distressed when he was beaten.

　　 Ergou also rolled his eyes helplessly when he heard their discussion. This kid really knows how to act, and he can deceive so many people.

　　 "It's okay, he can't die." Ergou said.

　　 Because of the special reason of the cultivation technique, the little monk can't die no matter how badly he is injured, and he can still reduce most of the pain. This is why Xiao Bai didn't stop him just now.

　　 The blow just now looked painful, but to the little monk. . . It really hurts, but it's definitely not as exaggerated as it seems.

　　All the elders were full of black lines after hearing this. They were all right and could not die.

　　 Senior dog. . . He is your junior, is it really good for you to say that?

　　On the stage of performing martial arts, Xiao Bai returned the long sword to Ling Xinyun, and teleported to the little monk in an instant.

　　 "Dogdan, get up." Xiao Bai laughed softly while looking at the little monk who was still lying on the ground at this time.

　　 The little monk naturally closed his eyes, breathing heavily, his chest was ups and downs, and his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was really dying.

　　 The little monk slowly opened his eyes, and raised his trembling fingers with difficulty, his voice was hoarse, "Master... Master, the disciple does not blame you, all this is the disciple’s fault, the disciple I made my own..."

　　 "If you don't get up again, you will always be a named disciple." Xiao Bai said lazily, playing with his folding fan.

　　 The little monk, who was still a little depressed because Xiao Bai interrupted his speech, instantly came to his spirits and climbed up directly from the pit, completely swept away from his weakness.

　　 "Master, I'm fine." The little monk said, hearing this voice, he knew that he was energetic now.

　　 "What's going on? Wasn't it still very weak just now?" Xiao Bai looked worried.

　　 "I don't know, it should be because of Master.

　　 As soon as I heard Master’s voice, my body automatically recovered.

　　 Probably, this is the deep love between master and apprentice. "The little monk said solemnly, his expression is very pure and innocent.

　　 "So that's the case." Xiao Bai smiled and nodded, but said in his heart, "Edit, you continue to edit, edit well, I believe you have ghosts."

　　 "In this way, I don't need me to help you heal, right?" Xiao Bai asked again.

　　 "Naturally, I don't need it. Just seeing the master, the disciple feels that the injury has healed seven or eighty-eight." The little monk said.

　　Nangong Yunmo and the others: This little junior...so good at licking...

　　Little monk: What can I do~lightnovelpub.net~ I don’t want to be like this either. I’m not doing all this for the sake of being a direct disciple of the master, but for longevity?

　　 Everyone on the stage has a panoramic view. Everyone is speechless. After a long time, we are the only ones who were fooled. Let us return our worries. Hey!

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　　 Dilapidated, cough, in a quaint mansion.

　　 The housekeeper of the Shang family stood respectfully in front of a man wearing coarse linen. This man was the head of the Shang family, Shang Hongyi.

　　 Shang Hongyi sits on the wooden chair that is somewhat tarnished, with two walnuts in his hands, his face is uncertain.

　　 "Patriarch?" Shang's housekeeper asked tentatively.

　　 "I already know at this time, you can withdraw." Shang Hongyi took a deep breath and waved his hand.

　　 The housekeeper of the Shang family responded and prepared to leave.

　　 "Wait!" Before taking a few steps, Shang Hongyi's voice came from behind him again.

　　 "Patriarch, is there anything else I want to order?" The housekeeper of the Shang family turned around and asked respectfully.

　　 "Your family will not reimburse the money for repairing the terrain of the Nangong Grand Mansion." Shang Hongyi said slowly.

　　 Shangjia Butler:...

　　 "Little understands." The housekeeper of the Shang family replied respectfully.

　　 smiled on the surface, but in his heart, he had already scolded Shang Hongyi's eighteenth generation ancestors.

　　 How could there be such a stingy Patriarch in this world, I want to change jobs now.