Leng Ruo shook Shuanghua's arm, and Shuanghua said casually: "He is not your disciple, how could you be so cruel."
Leng Ruo breathed a sigh of relief, okay, it's all over now.
Lin Yin still sneered: "Okay, I'll see how ruthless you are. This is the second time they've escaped today, so you can figure it out."
Hu Nuan hugged Qiao Yu's arm: "Master, can't we go out of the mountain? There is no such rule in the rules."
Qiao Yu said very gently: "There is a rule. Inner disciples below the level of Zhuji must obtain the consent of the master before leaving the mountain. As a master, I will punish you by copying the sect rules."
Hu Nuan was dumbfounded. There were so many sect rules. Tears welled up in his eyes. He stretched out his left hand and slapped his left hand with his right hand: "I don't want to copy. Master, please slap my hand."
Qiao Yu: "..."
If you are angry and confused, writing is the biggest punishment for your apprentice.
But Di Yuan directly took Lin Yin's ruler, and Xiao Yu consciously reached out and slapped the three boards without mercy.
He was really lifting high and falling heavily, and the clear and loud sound made people's eyelids jump.
The strong young boy's eyes welled up with water physiologically, and he resisted not saying a word.
Leng Ruo reached out her hand consciously, but Shuang Hua couldn't bear to hit her. So she decided decisively - to reveal her old story.
"Senior brother, when you were a child, you skipped classes and not only ran out of the outer mountain gate, you also——"
"Shut up," Lin Yin growled, "I don't want to lose face? In front of the child."
He said: "Are you doing it for her own good?"
Shuanghua shut her mouth.
Leng Ruo: "Master, just fight."
Let's talk about it ourselves when we go back and tell the story.
Shuang Hua had a cold face and slapped the three-ring ruler.
Throw the ruler to Qiao Yu.
Qiao Yu: Did I say I wanted this?
Hu Nuan: "Master, you can fight me. I don't want to copy the rules."
Qiao Yu closed his eyes and hit the three-ring rule, and there was no fraud.
Hu Nuan's tears streamed down her cheeks, and she gritted her teeth without making a sound.
Jin Xin burst into tears: "Why did you hit me three times? My master just hit me once."
Three adults:...Why didn't you tell me earlier?
Lin Yin patted him twice with a dark face.
Jin Xin said: "Master, if you finish the beating in one go and then wait for such a long time, it will hurt more than the first time."
Lin Yin was so angry that he had no expression on his face: "I just want to fight. Who asked your uncle and uncle to kill their relatives in such a righteous way?"
Masters and uncles: That’s enough!
As the eldest brother among the four, Di Yuan said: "Okay, I've beaten you all, go to the back mountain to think about it quietly, and everyone will copy the sect rules."
He said this and could not refuse. He glanced at the three of them and asked, "What do you think?"
Qiao Yu and the others: "Okay."
Everyone has grown up since childhood and knows when to be loose and when to be firm.
The four children were dumbfounded. It turned out that Uncle Di Yuan/their own master was the real boss.
Hu Nuan stared at him with resentful eyes, and Di Yuan turned sideways as if he couldn't see it. It was wet and soft, like a little puppy, and he almost couldn't bear it.
Well, he can't accept female apprentices, he has to stick to his principles.
They jointly imprisoned the disciples in the back mountain and agreed to a small condition that they be imprisoned together.
Di Yuan pressed Xiao Yu's shoulder and said, "Take good care of junior sister."
Xiao Yu didn't think much about it. He would have taken care of his junior brothers and sisters.
The thick paper version of the door rules is spread out wide, making people look at it with despair.
Their left hands were smeared with ointment and wrapped in ointment. In order to improve their memory, they used the ointment gradually. But in fact, they no longer felt pain, their spiritual power had subsided, and the swelling was no longer there.
Xiao Rui said: "Xiao Nuan, you write a line, I will imitate it, and I will copy it for you."
Leng Ruo said: "Let's all three imitate Xiao Nuan's handwriting."
There is no way, Hu Nuan's writing can be called word making, one month of confinement can make her copy three years.
Jin Xin was gleaming: "I have copied it. I happened to be writing it for Xiao Nuan."
How can you have such a thing?
"My boss and second son are so angry that I can't sleep. I copy the rules and meditate, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to bear the knife and kill them - and I can't beat them."
The three of them were extremely impressed.
Hu Nuan withered: "No, I want to copy it myself."
Three people: But if you copy it yourself, we really have no chance of getting ahead.
Hu Nuan's stubbornness only persisted in one line: "It's too difficult for me."
Why do we need to use brushes to write, pencils, crayons, watercolors, any one will do.
The three of them touched her head: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we are here."
Hu Nuan silently released the bag, only the bag could soothe her injured little heart.
The four people were locked up in a high-level confinement room. The people who came here were just for reflection. Unlike the reflection room inside, there was no spiritual power there, and the storage magic weapon could not be opened.
It would be like playing in a different place, if there was no penalty for copying.
Bags can be double-shoulder, single-shoulder, oblique, straight, horizontal, shoulder, carry, or fastened. I have already cut a piece of tiger skin, so I might as well make more. Anyway, I can only make as many as I have left.
into a blank character.
The style is not exactly the same as modern bags, it is a fusion of elements here, so they will not attract attention when used outside. As Hu Qing has seen everywhere, female nuns use a variety of things, including decoration.
This bag is larger than practical and its style is trendy.
There was a large blanket spread on the floor, and they gathered around a pile of bags to pick.
Hu Nuan pulled a long round backpack and put it on his body.
Leng Ruo took a handbag with a shiny silver chain on it that could be tied to the wrist or hung around the waist. Open the inside, there is a partition, and touch the lining.
"Wow, there really is a secret bag. The secret bag is a storage bag. Huh? The storage bag can be detached, so you can put the bag into a storage artifact. It's so convenient."
The biggest inconvenience of storage instruments is that they cannot accommodate each other.
The two of them snatched more than half of the more than 30 bags in Hula La. Jin Xin and Xiao Yu only took three each. They were already very satisfied and didn't understand the use of so many bags.
After having enough fun, I started taking out snacks to eat.
"I don't know if Master and the others will bring us food." Jin Xin sighed, unable to get over the slap, and said to Xiao Yu: "When you were hit, you should have withdrawn your hand. Is your master still holding you?"
Hit with your hands?"
Xiao Yu was also depressed: "My master's bat was hitting hard, could I make it in time? Why didn't you shout out earlier and just hit it once?"
Leng Ruo said: "I guess Master Lin Yin is quite depressed. When he gave you those two strokes, he couldn't even look at his face."
Hu Nuan: "Ah, so Uncle Lin Yin wants to let us go?"
Three people: "..."
At the same time, I thought, this idiot, please worry more about it in the future.
Hu Nuan was unhappy: "Uncle Lin Yin was still settling accounts with me. Hum, I also gave him a lot of good food. I gave him the delicious meat my mother cooked. Yuzhu
Feng’s moth pupae were obviously roasted for me by my senior and second senior brothers.”
As he spoke, he became sad: "If the first and second senior brothers were here, they would definitely not let me be bullied."
Three people: "..."
Even if the first and second senior brothers are here, they can't resist their master.
Bai Qingyan and Yu Wenjiao followed them to Qilin Mountain, and Yu Liuya, the sect leader, also went there personally, otherwise he would have come to see the fun.
