This is blatant cheating.
The little one closed his eyes, then suddenly cried out, "Mother! Father is bullying me!"
"Yu Dafeng, are you asking for a beating?!"
The shrew roars, and the hero bows his head.
"Ah Niu, you've graduated."
Sunlight streamed quietly through the curtains, and long, silky hair spread out along the edge of the bed.
He moved his left hand slightly and then gripped the wooden sword.
Is it dawn yet? How long has she been asleep?
When people live a comfortable life for too long, they become lazy.
Slowly propping herself up, she got out of bed, washed her face with cold water, and then opened the closet.
He stepped past several white Taoist robes and took out the only set of dark-colored clothes.
Good, it's dirt-resistant.
Then tighten the belt, wrapping it wide around your waist, round and round.
She abandoned her usual wooden hairpin and took out the hairband that her senior brothers had given her when she came of age, and tied her long hair tightly behind her head.
I haven't practiced in a long time, will last night's last-minute cramming work?
She glanced at the sharpened wooden sword, her moon-shaped eyes curving upwards.
Who cares, let's just go for it. It's good to indulge once in a while.
I pushed open the door, and the sun was already high in the sky...
"Finally awake," came the old voice.
Good morning, Master.
Looking at her attire, Wang Shuren sighed softly. "One or two, even the little birds are leaving the nest."
"Master..."
"Alright, alright, stop pretending to be well-behaved like those brats. Go early and come back early. Your teacher will be waiting for you to come back for dinner."
"Master," she paused, "thank you."
The old man pretended to add firewood, his ears secretly turning red. After a while, he turned around and looked at the empty courtyard.
"These kids are all so mushy."
At this moment, a smile is flying across my lips.
…………
Flying seems commonplace these days.
"One punch, two punches, three punches, wow, that big monk really doesn't show any mercy to a lady." Eleven stared wide-eyed excitedly as the female warrior was knocked off the fighting platform by the Shaolin Heart-Mind Fist.
The battle for the title of martial arts leader has come to an end. Compared to the insignificant figures of the past few days, all those making their appearance today are masters.
Therefore, the viewing tower in Changrong Imperial Garden was packed today, proving the imperial court's shrewdness in generating revenue. Take the martial arts competition these past few days, for example; aside from those with yellow flags from the martial arts world and the officials who came to supervise, anyone who could afford it could witness the grand spectacle of the martial arts world. And the reason he was able to eat and drink well, enjoying the show from his high tower, was entirely thanks to his seventh senior brother.
Thinking of this, Eleven fawned over Rong Ye as he poured tea, and then Rong Ye said...
Ninety-two.
Ninety-two?
Following his gaze, Eleven realized that Seventh Senior Brother was counting the yellow flags on the stone wall.
According to the rules of the tournament, only those who possess a yellow flag are allowed to compete on stage. Those who lose the competition must hand over their yellow flag, which is first hung on a stone wall by an official, and then recorded in the annals of Nanshan Academy for official historical record.
"So, including this Immovable Monk, there are only seven people left." Eleven clung to the railing and looked down.
The vengeful Young Master Junshan, the master and servant Master Zhuofeng who has never spoken to anyone since entering the garden, and Young Master Qiyang who is frequently flicked on the forehead by Old Man Nanshan.
Hmm, we're still missing two people.
However, this is not important. Several senior figures intend to retire this time, and Wudang, Shaolin, and the Beggars' Sect suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Jiangdu two years ago, so everyone tacitly agreed to send out the next generation of masters.
The top figures of the younger generation have all arrived; in other words, the leader is among them.
"Seventh Senior Brother, who do you think will win?"
“No matter who it is, as long as…” Rong Ye hesitated, looking at the Ninth Brother hidden in the shadows in the distance.
As long as it's not that person, it's fine.
"Wow, Sixth Senior Brother! Eighth Senior Brother!" Eleven waved excitedly when he saw Fu Xian and Xun Dao appear beside the county magistrate. "And Ninth Senior Brother and Tenth Senior Brother too!" He spotted them again with his sharp eyes.
"Sit down!" Rong Ye unfolded his fan and commanded.
"I'm here, I'm here!" Half of her body peeked out of the small building.
With a soft thud, the baby-faced boy clutched his head and squatted down, tears welling in his large eyes. "Senior brother—"
"You better behave yourself."