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Song Shaojie said, "It's always one night for one night to sleep, and we don't suffer any losses. What's the difference?!"

"A scammer and a scoundrel!" As usual, Zhu Ci was speechless. She had gone with Song Shaojie to the back of the mountain forest. Because they had been out for so long, the time for her to attend the lecture had ended. Going back would be tantamount to being scolded. The two of them took advantage of their free time and did not return to the Taoist temple for lunch. Instead, they caught a roasted wild game to eat.

"Wow, this is so delicious! It's so much more delicious than what the chefs on the mountain cook! " Song Shaojie suddenly cried out in joy and could not help but put the chicken back into his mouth.

Seeing that Song Shaojie was eating happily, Zhu Ci handed him the most delicious chicken wings and said, "Eat slowly, don't choke anymore. There's more!"

As Song Shaojie ate, he suddenly coughed a few times. Zhu Ci immediately patted his back and said, "Eat slowly. Also, it's not enough. Big Bro will catch you later."

Zhu Ci looked at Song Shaojie as tears began to drip from his eyes. It seemed that he was choking in anger. He wiped Song Shaojie's face with the back of his hand. He did not realize that Song Shaojie's face had become so blissful at this moment.

After the two of them finished eating, they laid down on the stone platform beside the cliff with their hands behind their backs. With the sky as their cover, they chatted until the afternoon when the time for questioning was about to arrive. The two of them reluctantly stood up and walked towards the main hall.

Who would have thought that right after arriving at the main hall, he would be called to the disciple on duty and be punished for no other reason: if everyone was asking why they had come and gone to play, then it would be terrible.

Song Shaojie wanted to open his mouth and curse a few times, but he couldn't do anything but hold his tongue for Zhu Ci. He had no choice but to stand at the entrance of the hall together for the whole afternoon.

"Zhu Chi!" Seeing Song Shaojie standing there without saying a word, Zhu Ci kept comforting him. Song Shaojie seemed to be angry and ignored him. When the Dao Seeking stage was about to end, a middle-aged Daoist came to the entrance of the hall and called Song Shaojie to leave. He then turned around and said to Zhu Ci, "Brother Yu, take care!"

Zhu Ci looked at his departing figure, followed by the setting sun. It dragged on for a long time, and he felt a little anxious.

After a few days, he did not see Song Shaojie again. This was the last night of his cultivation, and after he finished asking the question, he would return to the Great Rock Mountain tomorrow, and after eating in the dining hall, he would still not be able to find anyone, so he returned to the waist of the mountain early. When he saw that the other disciples had not come back yet, he sat up on his bed and began to cultivate his internal energy.

Creak. "A group of children returned from where the door was opened. One of the disciples said," Yo, isn't this Junior Brother Pig who was shocked? And you're still cultivating here! " The children laughed in agreement, and of course the boy was ignored. This child was Zhu Ci. Before being assigned to the Great Rock Mountain, he was the most outstanding disciple of D . "Even though he felt that it was flesh after he hit it, the hardness of the flesh felt like it was iron. The bone in his hand was extremely painful, but no matter how unbearable it was, he had to endure it in case he lost face.

This was also true for Zhu Ci. Since he had to retract his Qi, he couldn't control his body well. His bones couldn't even be stabbed with a military dagger, much less a beginner in martial arts.

Seeing that his boss seemed to have suffered a loss, one of the Daoists named Infatuation at the side slapped his horse and said, "You useless trash, you're just a shock." He sent a palm strike over. This was a basic martial art that his master had taught him. It was very simple and tight. But since he didn't have any internal energy, and since Zhen Xian and macro didn't teach him how to circulate internal energy, he made a move which seemed to have some connection with a small sentence from the Nine Yin True Scripture, so he did it the same way, allowing the strand of inner energy to flow onto his palm instead of using a biochemical variant of energy. As the two children with poor internal energy clashed, he could still feel the energy bunching up into a rope, clearly above himself.

It had to be known that he was the number two person in the D grade courtyard. Normally, when the weaker kids in the D grade courtyard fought, he would be able to defeat his opponent in just a few moves, thus he used a few more palm techniques. Zhu Ci sat on the bed, mimicking the actions of an infatuated disciple with his palms and waist. He followed the pattern of a gourd, unleashed a pair of palms one after the other, which was a waste of time. With Zhu Ci's biochemical body, he was able to compete with the successor of the Sunflower Grimoire in speed, although Zhu Ci's inner strength was lacking, his martial arts cultivation was lacking (of course, compared to the previous disciples). When he was not using his superb strength, he had superb speed. With his speed, it was definitely not something a little kid could handle. Of course, Judith would never be more serious with a child.

All of the D grade disciples were startled by the exchange of moves between the two. Since when did a waste of a waste of a talent like Zhu Ci become so fierce? Zhu Ci noticed that his breathing had become ragged, and his inner breathing had started to disappear after many times of training, and had started growing in his dantian. Zhu Ci felt that his inner strength was much better than his own, but he had a biochemical body, and every time his inner strength was depleted, he would recover quickly, and even if he did not have inner strength, his body would still be able to endure hardships, taking advantage of the fact that he was an ordinary person.

With one hand on Zhu Ci's chest and the other on the head of the bed, the group of children applauded and flattered him. Only, Fu Chou's kung fu had improved tremendously recently, and his strength was not far from that of a primary disciple. Furthermore, the onlookers could tell that Fu Chou was just being a fool, but why did they let him be?

However, the child was still a child after all, and when he saw that they had completely forgotten what had just happened, he began to talk about a senior who had started losing his teeth and how he knew that the child had changed his teeth, and then he heard them talk about someone in a mountain.

At noon the next day, Zhu Ci and a group of disciples returned to the Great Rock Mountain.

At night, everyone was surprisingly present in the dining hall. The first shop owner and his family were all dining here, and even the few people who had been in seclusion for a long time were present. Of course, that included Zhu Ci's master, Mr. Hong.

The storekeeper rolled his eyes at Zhu Ci, then turned to Zhen Xian who was sitting in the first row and coldly said, "Speak, what did the Sect Leader send people to say!"

"Reporting to teacher, the head teacher sent someone to tell us that he sneaked out when he was in the midst of meditating, causing us to miss our lessons." Zhen Xian replied.

"Tell me, why did you run away when you were in meditation?"

"To reply Grand Preceptor's ancestor, when this disciple came back to free his hands, he was bullied by the disciples of the long sect. That's why he came back late, late for questioning."

The storekeeper snorted, "How dare a member of the Long Clan bully one of our men? What? He bullied you? Did you win?"

Zhu Ci replied, "Senior Fellow Apprentice Brother Hua is so broad-shouldered, but disciple is no match for him!"

Hong Shang, who was standing to the side, wanted to help him explain a few times. "You were in shock and couldn't chase after the entire Taoist temple. Everyone in the temple saw this. Fortunately, the disciples of the Discipline Academy were alerted. Only a fool in shock wouldn't be harmed!" He did not know about human accidents, but the more he described it, the darker it became.

He heavily put down the bowl and said in a huff, "As a disciple of my Big Rock Peak, you were actually bullied by a disciple of the same generation, and you even chased the entire Taoist temple, and there were so many people who saw this. If this were to be known by the martial arts world, my face would have been completely thrown away by you."

He knew that Hong was still helping him, but the language that he had modified was not useless. He could only lower his head in silence, accepting the criticism of the storefront.

Zhong Yi, who was standing at the side, pulled her husband's hand and softly said, "Yo, I heard that the idiot was even more shocked than us. It's fine if we lose, but next time we have to fight back!" "Come, come, sit down, let's eat."

When Si Qin Shi heard what Zhong Yi meant, she stuck out her tongue and smiled. "Yes, I'm very hungry, Daddy!" Eat! " He picked up a piece of meat and put it in a bowl.

When Zhong Yi asked him to sit down, Zhu Ci also felt hungry at the moment, but even though Zhong Qi didn't say anything, he didn't dare to do so. After waiting for a long time, he saw that the master's seat was empty, and the master had already left with his family, leaving behind only the dishes and meat. Presumably in his heart, he also cursed this idiot disciple for disturbing his own cultivation.

Hong Shang heard the rumbling in his stomach and pulled him to a seat to eat. At this time, he heard Zhen Zhen Xing say, "Old Huang has something he needs to do in the family recently, so he has to go out for a period of time. Other than going into seclusion, the dishes on the mountain will be prepared by everyone else in turn."

"Yes!" Zhu Ci, who had been too afraid to look at Zhen Xian and Macro due to what had just happened, responded upon hearing him call out the person's name, "Disciple is here!"

"Because of your disgrace with your sect, you were punished to come to the kitchen to do chores, and don't forget to chop firewood at the bottom of the mountain. "Mr. Lin, if you want to go back and train later, don't nag your disciple anymore. You can go back by yourself!"

After closing the door, he sat down at the table, poured out a cup of cold water from the teapot that had been there for who knows how many days, and drank it. A wave of chilliness penetrated his heart. After receiving such criticism, he was naturally in a bad mood. He could only meditate and cultivate until late at night when he fell into a deep slumber.

The next day, when he got up and saw that his fellow students were ignoring him in the dining room, and greeted him respectfully, he had no choice but to go to the kitchen to get his knife. Seeing that Lao Huang was no longer in the kitchen, he could not help but feel a little cold inside and had no choice but to go to the wood room to pick up the fodder and chop them up on his back.

In fact, Zhu Ci had helped Old Yellow in the past. This time, he would go to the Soaring Dragon Lake to chop wood as usual, and practice his martial arts whenever he had free time. For several days in a row, he found that someone still needed to train with it. That strand of inner strength would only grow into a line after exhausting it, but it was difficult to defeat it. Ever since Zhu Ci took the initiative to leave his fellow disciples, he had seen fewer faces, even the other disciples of the macro generation who were about the same size as him. They were also in closed-door training, and the reason why the shop owner would embarrass himself like Zhu Ci at Nine Dragons Peak was because he was usually too relaxed. Thus, other than being a chef, he didn't have the talent to let them go into closed-door practice), of course, Zhu Ci couldn't find anyone to spar with.

It was the dividing line between Danxia Buddha, Taoism and Taoism. If you go to a village, you have to take another road.

"It's no big deal," said Zhu Ci. He didn't know how many mountain peaks he had climbed to the north of the city, even though they were other mountain roads, but he ignored the so-called rules and crossed the Jade Belt Bridge, crossed the pier, and arrived at Shuangxi Platform. Seeing trees nearby, he carried the tree on his back, placed the branches on top of it and went to sleep. In his dreams, he returned to the modern city and sat on the sofa.