Four hundred and seventieth chapters find a way (two)
Besides, Qiao and Yu, the four of them, sent their apprentice into the solitary room and stood outside not knowing where to go.
The steward who was responsible for guarding this area was amused when he saw this, and came up and said that he must be optimistic and let them think about it carefully, which meant to ensure that they would be fine.
The four of them didn't want to stay too much, so they all flew out together. As they flew, Lin Yin felt more and more that today he had lost face by being talked back to by the older one and the younger one, and also lost his benefits by beating his own apprentice and causing him more pain than others. Good.
Angry. I can’t keep this bad breath out.
So, he took out his long sword without any haste and compared it with Qiao Yu.
Qiao Yu was never afraid of fighting, so he immediately showed the ice tower.
None of the two people around me stopped me.
Di Yuan liked to compete, so he simply said: "The four of us will take turns to play against each other."
Shuanghua was also warlike and went directly to the wasteland further back.
All I can say is that with the four disciples’ tempers, how could it be that the master had a good temper?
Four real people were fighting, no, they were discussing the Tao. It quickly attracted many people to watch. Then the four-person team disappeared. Naturally, some people were curious. Afterwards, the story came out: before the four real people discussed the Tao, they personally put their own
The proud apprentice was escorted into the solitary room.
Huh? It's a fantasy, right? Everyone in the family knows that the four children are together every day, and even the sect master protects them. Their master is so unprincipled in protecting their shortcomings that he is willing to punish them?
I further inquired secretly, and sure enough, what was the punishment? Apart from not being able to come out, other than copying the rules, it was basically just resting.
Everyone in the inner sect was laughing, knowing that this was the case.
The young disciples were extremely envious, and those who were masters could not help but say a few things about the children, besides saying a few things about their lax teaching. Most of them said something like this: "Those four children are very good. If they were under my seat, they would not be willing to punish them."
Naughty is naughty, but I haven’t missed a single step in my practice.
Elder Tang tried out the physical training class. The four of them were the youngest, but they did the best. To this day, the four of them are also the best and most persistent disciples under Elder Tang.
He has wisdom and perseverance, and deserves the love of adults.
The adults didn't think much about it, and casually asked the disciples to learn more from them. The disciples below had not yet developed their minds and had various ideas. Some of them were like the adults, thinking that they should learn from their strengths. Some of them didn't care.
Almost none of them were better than them. Some were not at all concerned and turned a deaf ear to them, and some were so concerned that they caused trouble later.
Hu Qing felt that they must be busy with school after returning and could not contact them right away. It was at night when Hu Nuan was sleeping that she took out her prayer beads and spoke.
"Mom forgot to mention that she made some small designs in those bags. You will know after you recognize the owner. Don't use those small designs on your own people, otherwise it will be bad if you get hurt."
Hu Nuan listened to her and twitched her nose.
Hu Qing paused: "What's wrong, dear baby? Why are you in a bad mood?"
Hu Nuan couldn't suppress his grievance immediately, and he started to cry. The cry was not loud, but he was aggrieved. It was the first time since he was a child that he had been slapped on the hand.
Hu Qingteng stood up, and Hu Huahua jumped up alertly next to her. Is mom going to kill someone? I want to go too.
Hu Nuan spoke with sobs and chokes. Jin Xin and the other three listened honestly, and suddenly a small expectation arose in their hearts: Will Auntie be angry? Will Auntie scold people?
Of course Hu Qing was angry. He didn't want to spank the child he worked so hard to give birth to, but he couldn't curse indiscriminately, not to mention that the child had done something wrong in the first place.
She said: "Is there really such a sect rule?"
Hu Nuan: "Ang."
Hu Qing: "Did you really spit at Master Jinjin?"
Hu Nuan: "Ang."
Hu Qing had a headache, so she said: "Hu Xiaonuan, don't you care about hygiene? You spit indiscriminately."
Hu Nuan: "Uncle made me vomit."
Hu Qing closed her eyes and began to imagine that if a child spat on her and got hit by it - I would have to beat him until his parents would not recognize him.
I have no choice but to make up for my fault, hold back my anger, thank others for helping teach the children, and if possible, I should come to apologize in person.
Spit, how could this naughty kid do it?
With a roll of his eyes, Hu Qing had an idea.
"Mom will try to figure this out. You, you guys, shouldn't skip school. It was you who made the mistake. Reflect on it. You should copy it carefully. Your handwriting is just a little better than mom's."
Hu Qing paused: "Is someone bringing you food?"
After being scolded by Hu Qing, Hu Nuan was no longer aggrieved and took a breath: "I don't know, we still have something to eat."
Hu Qing thought to himself, this shows how important it is to have a planting fairy house, and you are not afraid of being imprisoned.
She said: "Mom stewed some hooves and sent them to you." She touched her hands.
Jin Xin whispered next to him: "Pig's trotter ginger, pig's trotter ginger..."
Hu Qing chuckled: "Just wait."
After cutting off the communication, Hu Qing thought about it carefully, and went to buy ingredients early the next morning. He increased the firepower and made several kinds of food. He made a big pot of the same, affixed a sealing charm, and put it in a wooden box, using it in the empty space.
Filled with soft materials. Go to the mission hall without stopping.
Hu Huahua: "Mom, can you do it?"
Hu Qing: "How will you know if you don't try? At worst, I'll go and see you in person. But that would be a bit coercive. I'll take the next step."
I went to the mission hall and asked a steward: "Will you accept the delivery?"
The steward said: "Assign a task, that's fine."
Hu Qing: "I have something to send to the inner gate of Chaohua Sect."
The steward looked her up and down, obviously knowing her: "Is that necessary?"
Hu Qing: "Yes, yes, it's a very formal matter."
The manager is so baffled that he can ask a group of inner disciples to break down your house for you. Why can't you find just one to help you carry your things?
But you have to make money from the spiritual stones delivered to your door.
So he said: "Okay. We can take on this task. It's not something dangerous, right?"
Hu Qing: "No, no, of course not. Just to appear more solemn - can I make sure I sign for it?"
The steward smiled and said: "Unless you are away at the moment or in retreat. If you just go to the inner gate, I can give it to you."
Hu Qing: "Okay, okay, please deliver it, and please sign for it in person."
The steward pressed his hands on the counter and took out the goods.
Four large wooden boxes suddenly appeared on the table: "These four, head and feet, don't be upside down."
The steward took a look and saw that there was a piece of paper on it, and it was clearly marked: Caixiu Peak Hu Nuan, Yuzhu Peak Jinxin, Piaoran Peak Lengruo, Suihuo Peak Xiao Xiu.
Suddenly: "Why can't I go home?"
Hu Qing nodded: "Yes, I'm busy and can't come back recently. These are what they need in a hurry, so I asked someone to send them in."
The steward said: "Okay, it just so happens that I have something to report to the inner door. I will send it to you personally."
Hu Qing: "It must be given to me."
Steward: "Aren't you in retreat?"
Hu Nuan: "Get ready for retreat."
The steward nodded.
Hu Qing pushed another medium-sized jade box over. It was sealed tightly and read on it: Master Lin Yin of Yuzhu Peak.
The steward's first reaction: Forget it if it's for a child, this handwriting is really... inappropriate for a real person to see.
