"It's better to go for Daren, Bishu needs more training and training."

Song Daren, who was granted amnesty, immediately laughed dryly, stepped forward to pick up Zhang Xiaofan, and walked out without looking back, paying no attention to the angry scolding behind him.

"Eldest brother, you are so despicable!"

"coward!"

"Liu Liu hates you!"

Tian Linger, who was also surrounded, saw the funny scene in front of her, glanced at Song Daren's retreating back, made a little decision, and ran out.

In her opinion, the new junior brother is more interesting.

In the blink of an eye, only Suru and five fellow sufferers were left in the Shoujing Hall.

When things got to this point, Du Bishu looked at the retreating figures of Song Daren and the others with envy and anger. He stopped shouting in time, stiffened his neck and slowly turned his head.

Now, he does not have the leisure and elegance to sing about "The Beauty of the Master's Wife".

"Master's wife...if I ask for leave because I have diarrhea, you will be considerate, right?" He smiled dryly and awkwardly.

As soon as these words came out, not only Suru's face turned ugly, but the other four people also stopped and shouted angrily. After giving them contemptuous looks, they imitated in unison.

"Master's wife, I have sprained my ankle!"

"Master's wife, I...I have bedsores!"

"Master's wife..."

"Shut up! Practice for an extra hour, let's go together!" Suru rolled up her sleeves angrily, her feet unsteady and fierce... looking at everyone present.

The four of them, He Dazhi, "wailed", and the contempt given to someone turned into disgust. They all took a step back and gave up their starting positions.

Ho ho, unexpected surprise.

Du Bishu smiled dryly and scratched the back of his head. He cupped his fists and bowed to the others. He quickly twisted his body and swept his arms towards the nearby master's wife as if off guard.

Since you can't hide, then attack by surprise, bah, you'll get the upper hand.

"Brothers, don't stand still, you will be beaten if you fall behind!" While moving his arms, he was still calling for friends.

He Dazhi and the other four were stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward.

Suru, who was "preempted", unexpectedly glanced at the abnormal Du Bishu, and then sneered.

When the opponent's arm was barely close to her, she moved and teleported away from the place, and a pair of shy iron fists were swung out like a storm.

After that, there was a muffled sound of punches hitting the flesh.

…

Inside the cloister courtyard.

Unknowingly, the six people fighting had broken out of Shoujing Hall.

An hour passed, and the five senior brothers finally staggered to and fro "paralysed" on the ground, still thinking about the despicableness of their senior brother.

As for Du Bishu's shamelessness, the other four have long forgotten it.

"Get up, there's still an hour of extra practice!" Suru said with a majestic look and an extremely... cheerful mood.

"Master Wife, I really have no strength. You are so... fierce today. We have no strength... to fight anymore." Du Bishu said with a salivated face.

The old rule is, don’t slap someone in the face during practice.

But just now, Suru seemed to be taking special care of him, and his handsome face was a little deformed, like a crooked nectarine.

The other four disciples also tried their best to agree with Du Bishu's words. Their nodding movements were almost undetectable, but their eyes were unmistakable.

"Look at your potential! That's it for today!"

After hearing the command that sounded like the sound of nature, a group of people thought of continuing to lie down on the ground, and four of them ran away in an instant.

Then, in the distance, there were the crisp sounds of four wooden doors opening and closing.

The speed is so fast, it still looks like it was beaten to the point of being paralyzed.

The only one who didn't move was Du Bishu.

His expression was tangled, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

Suru was about to clap her hands and turned around, but when she saw this scene, she naturally stopped out of curiosity.

"Lao Liu, are you okay?"

"Master Wife, I...I have a question I want to ask, but don't be angry."

"Don't ask if you know I'll be angry!"

Suru raised her eyebrows and started to speak out, but she finally said one word.

"explain!"

Du Bishu glanced at his wife cautiously, but took half a step back honestly.

"Master Wife, I would like to ask if Qingyun Mountain has any experience in drawing yellow talismans, which are used to catch ghosts and subjugate demons to ensure safety..."

"Why are you asking this? Lao Liu, you don't care about practicing Taoism, and you want to think about these crooked ways?"

"No, no, I'm just curious... pretend I didn't say anything." Seeing Suru's beautiful eyebrows trembling and her expression becoming unhappy, Du Bishu quickly shook his hands to deny it.

At the same time, take three steps back firmly with your body.

"It's too late! Sixth, practice for half an hour and take the move!"

With a scream, a green stream of light flashed and rushed towards Du Bishu.

"Master Wife, I was wrong! Ah~~~"

An exaggerated scream suddenly sounded in the cloister courtyard, and there was a muffled sound of fists hitting the flesh.

The doors of the four rooms that had just been closed slowly opened a crack in the door, as if there was a tacit understanding.

…

Another half hour passed.

Du Bishu, who was trained alone, no longer looked like a crooked nectarine, but instead looked like a big bun without pleats.

This time, I was really helpless lying on the bluestone ground.

Suru moved her wrists with satisfaction, and without looking at the wailing Du Bishu, she twisted her waist and turned towards the back of the Shoujing Hall.

After taking a few steps, she paused again, and her wandering eyes swept around the two rows of houses.

"Listen, you guys, in five years there will be a 'Seven Meridians Competition' that happens every sixty years. Last time you almost made me and your master half angry to death. If you don't live up to expectations this time, the sparring time will be doubled in the future!"

"And you... Bi Shu, maybe you have changed your temper. It is good to have quick wits when fighting outside, but you must also have matching strength. Otherwise, in the eyes of experts, you will be like a monkey jumping up and down."

"You all remember that only strength will gain the respect of others."

At the end, he let out a soft hum without any anger.

After a while.

The four ajar doors opened one after another, and then four smiling and concerned faces appeared from the high place where Du Bishu was looking at the sky.

As expected of...a dear senior brother!

…

Dinner time.

In the dining room.

The seven disciples of Dazhu Peak all gathered on the right side of the long table, with Song Daren at the head and Zhang Xiaofan at the end.

Du Bishu, who was in charge of catering, was bringing plates of food to the table. Every time he appeared, He Dazhi and others would bulge their cheeks and turn red from suppressing their swelling. Their unswelled bun faces were indeed laughable.

However, this did not prevent his eyes from wandering around.

After a while, the food was served, and Du Bishu sat down next to Zhang Xiaofan with a smile, and did not forget to touch his little head in a 'loving' way.

Yeah, I'm actually touching Zhang Xiaofan's head.

cool!

"Junior brother, what's your name?" (asking knowingly)

"Zhang Xiaofan." He answered honestly.

"Oh, I am your sixth senior brother Du Bishu. The senior brother must have mentioned me, right?" Du Bishu tilted his thumb back and pointed at his nose (a bun face).

Maybe the movement was a bit big, and the fingertips poked the protruding skin, instantly showing an even more ugly expression.

It hurts so damn much!

"Sixth Senior Brother." Zhang Xiaofan responded respectfully.

What's next? Bet on who comes in first?

Perhaps due to the benefits brought by time travel, Du Bishu can clearly remember every detail in the book.

"Haha, let's try brother's craftsmanship later."

Du Bishu coughed lightly and pretended to show off by pointing at the food on the table, but then changed the subject.

"Before dinner, shall we play a guessing game?

I just bet for a while on who among the three masters and his family will walk into the dining room first - if you guess it right, I will help you run a small pork bone stove for a year; if you guess it wrong, you will promise me a promise in the future."

He doesn't mind gambling on boring things like 'cutting bamboo' or 'washing dishes'.

If you want to bet, bet big!

Except for Zhang Xiaofan who was in a daze, the other five people all showed strange smiles. Lu Daxin even smiled and patted Du Bishu on the shoulder.

"Lao Liu, are you addicted to gambling again? Be careful of Master seeing you."

"He hasn't won for a long time, and now he's cheating on children." He Dazhi, a lean and capable man, said.

"Hey, don't talk. I'll let my junior brother guess first, it's fair. Just a reminder, junior sister Ling'er has the liveliest temper and likes to be the first to do anything."
Chapter completed!