"Master, why are you here?" Nangong Ling hurriedly wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve and said unexpectedly.

"It rained so heavily, I knew you must be practicing sword here as soon as I guess. Where did you go today."

"The disciple is just worried and go out and be quiet." Nangong Ling said without any pain.

"Stand up." Nangong Yue said coldly when she heard this.

Nangong Ling stood up tremblingly with the sword in his hand, because practicing swords just now consumed too much, and he was still a little weak now.

As soon as he stood up, Nangong Yue kicked him up and threw him to the ground. A dog ate his shit and his face fell directly into the mud.

"Master" Nangong Ling got up from the ground and stared at her in surprise and daze.

"Stand up" Nangong Yue said indecisively again.

Although Nangong Ling knew that his master was still angry, he still stood up with his body.

Bang ~

Nangong Ling fell to the ground in a mess again, his whole body covered in splashed mud, which was extremely dirty.

He climbed up from the ground with his hands, letting the mud slide along his face, and tears as big as beans could no longer help but pour down in the mud and water.

Because of practicing sword, my arms were no longer strong. They were trembling violently at this moment, but finally couldn't hold on. They fell heavily to the ground again with their faces down.

"Isn't this possible? Wasn't this arrogance this morning? If you still want to be my apprentice, stand up for me."

When Nangong Ling heard this, he slowly stretched out his arm and wanted to hold the hilt of the sword, but the hilt was still ten centimeters away from him. This distance was only a short distance, as if it was the end of the world.

He gritted his teeth, used all his strength, and used his arms to climb over in the mud and water, and grabbed the hilt of the sword with difficulty, staggering from the ground to stand up again.

Who knew that Nangong Yue stepped on the sword body with her feet, "Can't you get up without a sword?"

He is the pride of the Nangong family and the highly anticipated senior brother of the Nangong family. Now he is lying in a mess in the mud, like a stray dog.

"If you can't stand up, just climb for me and climb back to the Nangong family in Mobei from Jiangnan." Nangong Yue cursed mercilessly.

Nangong Ling clenched his fists hard, his nails squeezed into the flesh, and blood fell to the ground along his fingers.

The arc of lightning illuminated the sky and the painful and resolute expression on his face.

Nangong Ling used his arms and curled backwards, knelt on the ground, straightened his upper body, and finally fell down several times in a row before he could barely stand up.

"Do you hate me?" asked Nangong Yue, who had been watching coldly, asked.

Nangong Ling shook his head.

"say."

"I don't hate you, my disciple hates you so much that I am not as good as others. That's why I lost the competition."

"Do you know why I want to kick you?"

"Because my disciple lost the competition, I was embarrassed by my master. Don't worry, my disciple will never lose again next time."

Seeing that he still did not reflect on his mistakes and was still calculating the gains and losses of the competition, Nangong Yue said furiously:

"Silly, so stupid. You are still the senior brother of the disciples of the Nangong family. I didn't expect that my mind was so narrow-minded and incompetent. I was so blind. I chose you as my disciple."

As he said that, Nangong Yue drew out the sword and thrust hard on Nangong Ling with his sword body.

"At this point, you don't know where you are wrong. It seems that the Nangong family praised you too highly. As a model for the younger generation, they can't even compare to the mind of a six-year-old child.

I have high hopes for you and hope you can take on more responsibilities in the future. Is this how you repay me?"

When Nangong Ling saw Nangong Yue sucking herself, she suddenly smiled from the bottom of her heart: "Master, I didn't expect you to care about me, I know I was wrong."

Seeing Nangong Ling's expression, Nangong Yue was also stunned, wondering whether he had made this kid stupid, or that he had awakened some unspeakable strange attributes.

"Where did you say you were wrong?"

"The disciple should not use the Eighteen Kills of Liuyun on Gu Shun, and he should not be competitive and do whatever he wants to win.

But the disciple didn't want to disappoint the master. The disciple represented the Nangong family. He cared too many people's expectations and the disciple could not lose no matter what.

In any case, please ask your master to hit me as much as possible, so that I will feel better.”

Only then did Nangong Yue realize that Nangong Ling's stubbornness was pretending to be so stubborn that he just wanted to make him angry and beat him up to relieve his anger. The child did this for her.

"No matter what reason you look for, what you do today is not worthy of becoming a swordsman. When winning or losing becomes your only pursuit of swordsmanship, then the day of failure is the moment you fail.

Gu Shun has no grudges and no grudges with you, but you dare to kill him. If your junior brother had not been more skilled and had avoided him. If he had any problems, what would you do if you let him be your teacher? The entire Nangong family might be killed by you.

I am frivolous and underestimated by the enemy, acted in anger, and was not as good as others. I also wanted to win by sneak attacks and dared to kill. Fortunately, during training, if I get to the world, no one will give in to you. At that time, what I cut at you will not be the sword body but the sword blade."

Although he said this, Nangong Yue was quite pleased that he could realize where he was wrong.

But the mistake he made was not a small mistake. If he was not corrected strictly and set an example, it might be even more serious in the future.

"My apprentice knows that he is wrong, I hope my master can forgive me."

"Don't apologize to me. The one who really should apologize is to your junior brother. They are also children from large families, and they are eight years younger than you. Look at how they do it. This is the pattern and this is the realm.

Take the time to learn from your junior brother, there is still a lot of things you want to learn."

"The disciple understands, tomorrow, no, I will apologize to him in person today."

"It's so late today, so don't bother me to rest. I won't give you your sword back before asking for forgiveness. In addition, I wrote a five thousand-word review for me these days, deeply reflecting on my mistakes, and rewrite another one if you lose one word."

When Nangong Yue's request was heard, Nangong Ling's face turned pale. He hurriedly said, "Master, can you punish me for practicing swords? I would rather practice swords than write a review."

"No, the skills of practicing swordsmanship, and writing reviews are about being a human being. If you can't even do a good job in being a human being, you will learn a whole body of skills and will be of no use.

Once you go astray, you will become a major concern in the world. Instead of destroying your relatives for justice and repairing the situation at that time, it is better to be a teacher to prevent problems from happening now and prevent them from happening.

If the review is not well written, just stay in Jiangnan City and be a errand runner in the escort agency.”

"Master, I really don't know what's good about it when it rains in Jiangnan every day. Let you leave the Nangong family and come here to teach a six-year-old child."

"Don't care about Master's affairs. You should take care of your own affairs first. The Eighteen Killings of Liuyun would not be the one who secretly learned from you when I am away."

Nangong Ling lowered his head and did not answer, obviously he agreed to this matter.

"What's wrong with your child? If you have to learn this trick, those elders are really good. One dares to ask for it and the other dares to teach. When I go back, I will definitely not be able to spare them.

Next time, if you dare to use this move again without my permission, I will let you and your sword be completely separated forever."

"Don't want the master. I finally asked the elder to teach me. I promised not to use it next time." As he said that, Nangong Ling's stomach suddenly roared, and his overtrained body also became dizzy and his overtrained body.

"Okay, it's so late, you must be hungry."

"The disciple is not hungry at all."
Chapter completed!