"You were injured this time, and the sir is very disappointed."

The person who spoke was Hai Qing. He was Dai Gang's book boy. Before Dai Gang became a master, he followed Dai Gang. He was responsible for almost all the affairs of Dai Gang. He was rigid and serious and serious.

Looking at Duanmu sitting upright in front of him, a hint of jealousy flashed across his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash. He had been with his husband for more than 30 years, but he was not qualified to call him teacher.

He was jealous of Duanmu's good luck at dungeon, but he had no complaints about his husband. Although his husband did not accept himself as his disciple, he had never given him any advice and was no different from his disciples. He was extremely grateful and loyal to his husband for thirty years.

Hai Qing didn't know what the teacher valued in front of him was that the miserable guy in front of him was worthy of his attention. When Duanmu, covered in bruises, was sent to him, his first reaction was not to gloat, but to be angry.

Yes, angry.

Dai Gang's disciple has such a glorious identity and a respectable identity. In Hai Qing's view, when Duanmu Duanmu becomes a disciple of his wife at the first day, he should defend the glory of this identity, rather than run out to embarrass him.

He doesn't like Duanmu dusk.

Which of the other two disciples of Mr., isn’t they amazing? They have achieved remarkable achievements? Lu Chen is one of the three contemporary doctors, known as the saint of white clothes, and has been respected by the world. Yu Mingqiu broke the record of the youngest deputy radical, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds over the years and is regarded as a popular candidate to take over the next Caoshao radical.

But the Duanmu dusk in front of you is so embarrassing.

Haiqing spared no effort to safeguard Mr.'s reputation and glory, and did not have a good face for Duanmu Dusk.

He followed Dai Gang for too long, and Dai Gang regarded him as a relative. Lu Chen and Yu Mingqiu were also taught by him in the initial practice. Facing Dusk in Duanmu, he was not polite at all.

"A grand disciple was rescued by a student who had just opened his natal Yuan Mansion. I really hope I heard it wrong. I was still naked and covered in bruises. You must remember that as a disciple of the gentleman, do you like men or women, are you good or bad people, and whatever you want to do is your freedom, and it doesn't matter! But you must remember that you can't be weak, as weak is the greatest original sin."

Hai Qing has no expression on his face, and every word is heartbroken.

Duanmu's face appeared a little bit by bit in rebelliousness. He stared at Hai Qing with a fierce look.

"Don't convince? Haha, very good, remember your expression! You don't need to be respectful and courteous here. Are you not a genius? I will tell you what a genius is. Talents who are always stronger than others are qualified to be called geniuses, and weak people are only worthy of being called poor people."

Hai Qing was still expressionless, just so direct, and he opened the scars of Duanmu Dusk in blood.

"To be honest, I don't want to care about you at all. A poor person like you are not qualified to come to such a sacred place. But it's a pity that I need to be loyal to my duties. This is the key to entering the grave. When you come out of the grave, come to me. If you die inside, I'll be very happy."

Hai Qing dropped a piece of green leaves and her head would not leave.

Duanmu's anger disappeared at dusk, and his eyes were only calm.

He picked up the green leaves without hesitation and headed towards the grass cave in the darkness.

Hai Qing returned to his residence.

His wife was a little worried: "Is it too early to go to the grave at dusk so little?"

"He has talent, and he will not become a weapon without sharpening it." Hai Qing said.

"But it's too young. A Chen was seventeen years old when he entered the grass cave. Mingqiu was a little earlier and he was sixteen years old." His wife was still worried.

"He is a closed disciple." Hai Qing said lightly: "It's different from others."

"What if something happens at dusk..."

"That means that his talent is not enough, and it will ruin the teacher's affairs. We still have time, so we can still find him." Hai Qing said expressionlessly: "The closed disciple has a different meaning to the teacher."

The wife was silent, and after a while, she said quietly: "Do we really have time?"

Hai Qing, who was packing up things, stopped moving and said without looking back: "Yes."

For Ai Hui, this blind battle was just a trivial matter, and he didn't take it seriously, nor did Loulan take it seriously.

The next day, Ai Hui was called to the embroidery workshop.

The girls in the embroidery workshop saw that his eyes were completely different from last time, and no one dared to make fun of him anymore. You can learn it by watching the double-flow weaving method. What kind of genius is this? I heard that the owner of the workshop wanted to accept him as a closed disciple.

Maybe I have been here once, but Ai Hui is not so restrictive when he goes to the embroidery workshop this time.

Mingxiu, who was standing in front of a door, saw Ai Hui and waved, "Junior brother, here."

Ai Hui hurried over.

"My master and uncle are both inside." Mingxiu said as he pushed open the door.

The moment I opened the door, a wave of heat rushed towards me.

Ai Hui was shocked, what was inside?

"What are you going to do? Come in quickly." The teacher's impatient voice came from it.

Ai Hui hurried in.

When I walked in, I found that the temperature inside was higher, like a big steamer, with hot steam swelling. The teacher and the teacher's wife were inside, but they didn't seem to be affected by the heat wave at all.

Ai Hui's eyes fell on a big pot in the middle, which was steaming. The reason why the workshop was so hot was the reason for this big pot.

Ai Hui was a little curious, was he going to cook?

"Master's wife." He shouted quickly.

Han Yuqin said to Ai Hui: "Let me see if the gloves are damaged."

After checking the sword vine gloves, she looked satisfied and then said, "I can only try it hard for me, an irresponsible old man to push the problem of your cultivation onto me, the old woman."

The old man was not only embarrassed, but he looked proud.

Mingxiu snickered aside.

"Your situation is indeed very rare." The old lady's tone became serious: "There is no way to run Zhoutian. Our goal is to open a two-handed palace. I discussed with your teacher for a long time, and finally decided on a method of cultivation, peeling the cocoon and pulling silk."

"Rinse the cocoon and pull the silk?" Ai Hui looked confused. He never thought that this was the method. Is this cultivation?

"Yes, the cultivation you need is different from others. The slower your energy should be, the better. The energy in your body is very pure. When it runs very fast, like during a battle, it will be loaded to your body. But when it runs very slowly, the smaller the load can stimulate your body and increase your sensitivity to energy. The slower the energy can be stimulated, and your body can absorb energy more effectively."

"When we embroidery, what is the slowest operation of the Yuan power? That is to peel the cocoon and draw silk!"
Chapter completed!