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Look at how virtuous the teacher is, Chu nightning, you can smoke me! Anyway, I am lying on the bed and there are beauties who care and wait on me, hum hum hum!

Thinking of my master, I couldn't help but add a bunch of anger to the tenderness just now.

The ink burned and started to dig the seam of the board with resentment, thinking, what is the night Yuheng, what is the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable, it's all shit!

Chu nightning, let's wait and see in this life! !

The author has something to say: the teacher outflanked the hand

Ink feed the fish: eat, eat, eat!

Master outflanking hand

Ink feed the fish: throw throw throw throw!

At the top of life and death, the ink feeds the fish and wastes food and wastes the labor force. Is this the annihilation of human nature or the loss of morality? Please see today's "Legal Forum".

The real reason:

Master's cooking is too unpalatable. As an apprentice, he has deeply distrusted the food safety of Master's various dishes.

Chapter 8 This seat is punished

The ink burned like a dead fish on the bed for three days. As soon as the wound subsided, he received a message and asked him to go to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion to do coolie.

This is also part of the punishment. During the period when Mo Ran was banned, he could not go down the mountain, but he could not be idle. He had to help the sect and do some chores.

Usually, these errands are: helping the aunt of Meng Potang to wash the dishes, scrubbing the three hundred and sixty-five stone lions on the pillars of the Naihe Bridge, transcribing extremely boring archives, and so on.

But where is the red lotus pavilion? It is the residence of Chu Wanning's grandson, known as the Shura Field of Red Lotus Hell.

Not many people have been there before, and everyone who has been in has either broken their arms or broken their legs after coming out.

Therefore, in addition to the red lotus hell, Chu Wanning's bedroom has a more down-to-earth nickname: Broken Legs Water Pavilion.

There is a joke circulating in the sect: "The beautiful woman in the waterside hides the beauty, and the beauty asks the sky to ask. When you enter the gate of my broken leg, you will know that it is painful for me to break my leg. Elder Yuheng, the only choice for you to help you from the menopause."

There used to be a female disciple who was not afraid of death, but she was so daring and dared to covet Elder Yuheng's beauty. Taking advantage of the dark and windy moon, she sneaked up to Nanfeng, crawled on the eaves, and wanted to watch the elder bathe and change his clothes.

The result can be imagined, the female warrior was beaten to death by Tianwen, crying for her father and mother, and lay on the bed for more than a hundred days without coming back.

And Chu nightning also put ruthless words, if you dare to do it again, you will directly smash people's eyes.

did you see? What a rude word! What an incomprehensible behavior! What an outrageous man!

Among the sects, there were originally some innocent and silly girls, who relied on their being a woman, thinking that Elder Yuheng should be pity and cherishing Yu, always giggling in front of him, trying to attract the attention of the elders. But since the elder killed the female hooligan, no one dared to attack him again.

Elder Yuheng, both men and women, have no gentleman's bearing, except for a good-looking face, he can't do anything - this is the evaluation of Chu Wanning by the disciples in the school.

The little junior brother who came to the communication looked at Mo Ran with sympathy, and he endured it, but he still couldn't hold back: "Senior Brother Mo..."

"Ok?"

"...Elder Yuheng's temper is so bad, no one who went to the red lotus waterside can stand up, look at it, otherwise, he will say that his wound has not healed, and I beg Elder Yuheng to let you go. Wash the dishes?"

The ink burned was very grateful to the bodhisattva heart of the junior brother, and then rejected him.

Ask for Chu nightning?

Forget it, he didn't want to be served by God again.

So he put on his clothes laboriously, dragged his heavy steps, and walked reluctantly to the South Peak, the summit of life and death.

The red lotus waterside, the red lotus hell, the residence of Chu Wanning, there is no living person in the radius of a hundred miles.

No one wants to be close to where he lives. Chu nightning's bad taste and yīn's uncertain character make everyone in the sect stay away from him.

The ink burned a little uneasy. I didn't know what Chu nightning would punish myself for. I thought about it all the way to the top of Nanfeng Peak. After passing through the overlapping bamboo forests, a large piece of splendid red lotus came into view.

At this time in the early morning, the sun rises in the east, reflecting the brilliant brocade in the sky, the fiery red clouds and the red hibiscus jiāo in the pond receiving the lotus leaves in the sky complement each other, and the waves are bright. On the pond, the waterside pavilions in the curved corridors stand quietly, with the mountains and a curtain of water and waterfalls roaring, the fine crystal water droplets knocking against the stone walls, the water mist is transpiring, the smoke is condensing, and the tranquility shows a bit of enchanting.

Mo Ran's feelings about this are:

vomit.

Where Chu nightning lives, no matter how good it looks, he is vomiting!

Look, how arrogant and extravagant, how extravagant, the disciples' houses are closely connected one by one, and the room does not occupy a large area. He is better than Elder Yuheng. Three large ponds were planted with lotus flowers. Well, although these lotus flowers are all special varieties, they can be refined into holy medicines, but—

It's not pleasing to the eye anyway. I can't wait to burn this broken leg water pavilion with a torch!

The slander returns to the slander. In view of the fact that he is the sixteenth of this year, he is unable to compete with the master of Chu. The ink burned or came to the residence of Chu Wanning, standing at the door, squinting, and sweetly pretending to be a grandson.

"Disciple ink burns, meet the master."

"Well, come in."

The room was messy, and the cold-blooded devil Chu nightning was dressed in a white robe, and the clothes were folded high and tight, which was quite abstinence. Today he wore a high ponytail and black gold

A handguard, sitting on the ground fiddling with a bunch of mechanical parts, with a pen in his mouth.

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