"Old guy, just wait. When one day I recover my cultivation, I will definitely poke a big hole in your vast world."
Ding Xiaoyi swore secretly in his heart.
He had seen many robbers, but this was the first time he had seen such a graceless robber.
He obviously snatched the divine cauldron from his hand, so why did he pick it up?
When Ding Xiaoyi thought about this, he became extremely angry.
That old guy in Shushan is so disgusting,
He still allowed himself to be humiliated by this righteous song. When had he, Ding Xiaoyi, ever been so wronged?
"Old guy, I will definitely destroy this vast world of yours. What scholar you are, you are just a robber and a bandit."
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but cursed,
He didn't care that the old gentleman from Shushan was a highly respected and powerful man in Dayong.
Anyway, this old guy offended him and he was very unconvinced.
The rising sun is rising in the east, the sunshine is shining down,
The golden sunshine shines on this cliff, and every word of the song of justice shines with golden light.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but feel a headache again as he read the huge words.
Asking him to recite poems would literally cost him his life.
And there are still many words he doesn’t know.
Master once said that some words can be read accurately even if they are read half way.
But how could he pronounce half of the word? He stood under the cliff with a sullen expression.
Looking at the big words, I cursed the old gentleman again in my heart.
Fortunately, Ding Xiaoyi has a free and easy nature and also has a certain tenacity.
He read it word by word.
Unable to memorize it, he wrote it on the ground with his sword,
again and again.
The Song of Justice has more than 300 words in total, and he forced himself to write these 300 words several times.
His right hand was sore and numb as he copied it over and over again.
But he still couldn't remember these three hundred words in his mind.
If you were an ordinary practitioner or ordinary person, you would have memorized these three hundred words by heart in one day.
But Ding Xiaoyi is naturally repelled by this type of writing.
After copying it over and over again, he still only remembered the first two sentences.
"The heaven and earth are righteous, and they are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the stars...",
After reading these few sentences, Ding Xiaoyi's mind went blank again.
"Hey, when will this end?"
Ding Xiaoyi sat slumped on a rock below the cliff,
He looked at the large words, but his heart was extremely worried.
Unable to memorize this righteous song, he naturally cannot understand the awe-inspiring righteousness.
He remembered Han Yuexing's advice to him, asking him to come to Shushan.
Could this Haoran Zhengqi be able to restore his spiritual sea again?
He couldn't help but think secretly,
But he couldn't even comprehend Haoran's righteousness, so how could he repair his own spiritual sea.
Ding Xiaoyi held his chin in his hands, dazed.
The human sword was also casually thrown aside by him.
The Human Sword made a light buzz, but Ding Xiaoyi ignored it.
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He stared at the cliff,
Looking at every word of the song of righteousness, he wished he could understand the great righteousness from those words.
But the reality is cruel,
Even though he saw every word as a flower, he still didn't feel a trace of awe-inspiring righteousness.
"It's too difficult",
Ding Xiaoyi tried every means, but he still couldn't feel the slightest trace of awe-inspiring righteousness.
And he didn't even memorize this righteous song of more than 300 words.
This made him very hurt, and he had an instinctive resistance to words.
He doesn't like reading,
He doesn't like writing.
He only likes to hold a sword and enjoy grudges.
Asking him to memorize poetry and let him understand the great righteousness from reading is equivalent to killing him.
A breeze blew by, and the sound of reading could be heard from the back mountain.
Ding Xiaoyi ignored it,
He lay comfortably on a huge rock with his hands under the back of his head.
His eyes were right where he could see the densely packed characters on the cliff, and there was a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth.
When the dog's tail grass swayed, it looked like a puppy acting coquettishly on his chest.
Another day passed, and Ding Xiaoyi completely gave up on understanding Haoran's righteousness.
Every day he just stared at the righteous songs on the cliff in a daze, and his life was extremely comfortable.
There was no killing, so his body and mind could relax.
Ding Xiaoyi thinks everything is just left to chance.
It's not a bad thing that you can't understand Haoran's righteousness.
But he still hated the old gentleman, he was simply a bandit.
"Junior Brother Ding, it's been two days, and you still haven't realized Haoran's righteousness."
Ziyu didn't know when he came to Ding Xiaoyi. He looked down at Ding Xiaoyi who was lying on the huge rock.
Then Ziyu said jokingly.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at that disgusting face,
He rolled his eyes at the other person and didn't even bother to pay attention to him.
When Ziyu saw this, he wasn't angry either. He sat down next to Ding Xiaoyi.
"If you can't understand Haoran's righteousness anymore, I will be in trouble."
Ziyu thought to himself and said to Ding Xiaoyi.
"What do you want from me?" Ding Xiaoyi said to Ziyu quietly and angrily.
This guy has no sense of loyalty at all. He even agreed to go to Fuso to take good care of his junior brother.
It seems that Mr. Shushan is called Qingshu.
Ziyu and Ziming have no loyalty at all. They have husbands but no friends.
"Take your time, how are you doing with this righteous song?"
Ziyu approached Ding Xiaoyi and asked evilly.
"I didn't recite it", Ding Xiaoyi naturally didn't have a good tone, he said without politeness.
"If you don't recite it, what should you do? The teacher said that if you don't recite it today, you will have your palms slapped."
A faint light glowed in Ziyu's hand, and after a flash of light, his true appearance was revealed.
When Ding Xiaoyi saw the thing in Ziyu's hand, he couldn't help but gasped.
Zi Yushou
What is held in the middle is a ruler.
The ruler exuded an aura of awe-inspiring righteousness that disgusted him, and he couldn't help but shudder when he saw the ruler.
"What are you doing?" Ding Xiaoyi stood up immediately and wanted to escape.
But although his movements were fast, Ziyu's movements were even faster.
Not seeing any movement from Ziyu, Ding Xiaoyi felt numb all over his body.
He felt as if his body was not his own.
"Junior Brother Ding, do you think it is more appropriate to hit with one hand?"
Ziyu had a wicked smile on his face and asked Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi trembled all over, as if he was imprisoned by a mysterious force.
There is no way to escape, and there is no way to avoid it.
"Senior Brother Ziyu, if you have something to say, can you avoid this slap on the palm of your hand?"
A smile appeared on Ding Xiaoyi's face, but his smile was uglier than death.
"No, sir, you said that from today on, if you can't recite the righteous song, you will be beaten. You will be beaten as many times as you can recite the righteous song."
Ziyu shook his head and said seriously.
"Can you beat me less?"
Ding Xiaoyi almost cried and begged to Ziyu.
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"No, not even a moment less",
Ziyu shook his head again and replied.
"You guys have gone too far. Can't I just leave?"
When Ding Xiaoyi heard this, he became furious and roared at Ziyu.
"Junior brother Ding, it's useless. You haven't realized that Haoran's righteousness cannot get out of this Haoran world."
Ziyu shook his head at Ding Xiaoyi and replied.
"You are abusing students. I will sue you and ask Emperor Yong to revoke your teaching qualifications."
Ding Xiaoyi protested strongly,
But as soon as he finished speaking, he received a hard tap on his palm.
After his cultivation was imprisoned, Ziyu raised his ruler and hit him hard on the palm.
No matter which palm it was, raindrops fell on the palms of Ding Xiaoyi's hands.
Waves of severe pain came from the palm of my hand.
This ruler made Ding Xiaoyi tremble all over.
Finally, his palms became numb and turned red.
"Why did you hit me more than 300 times? I can recite the first few sentences."
Ding Xiaoyi wailed and shouted angrily at Ziyu.
"Ah, Junior Brother Ding, why didn't you tell me earlier? I'll fight you less next time."
Ziyu's eyes showed a sly look, and he apologized to Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi's teeth started to itch after hearing this.
But there was nothing he could do against Ziyu, so he couldn't beat him.
Even if he scolded me, he probably wouldn't be able to scold me.
After all, Ziyu is a scholar. If he scolds a scholar, wouldn't he be seeking death?
There was a "crackling" sound,
The ruler fell like raindrops on the palms of Ding Xiaoyi's hands.
The severe tearing pain came like a tide, and Ding Xiaoyi grimaced in pain.
After finishing this round,
Ziyu said to Ding Xiaoyi: "Work hard and try to recite more sentences next time."