Kill! The previous chapter was written in a hurry, and the last person who appeared should be the eldest brother, and it has been corrected now.

Among the few people who came, the eldest brother was the first to be hit. Shanguo and the other two disciples followed closely. At this time, they looked at Yuanxing and the others without blinking.

"Is there anything like going to a brothel?" After coughing dryly, Yuanfa walked forward with a dark face, his eyes patrolling Yuanxing and Ning Mu, and asked coldly.

Yuan Xing waved his hand in a panic, and Ning Muze quickly explained: "I was talking nonsense before. How dare I go to the brothel?"

"Then don't say such jokes. If you slander the monk's appearance, you should know what the consequences will be." The eldest brother snorted unhappily.

"My junior brother knows that he is wrong." Ning Mu honestly lowered his head and admitted his mistake. Yuan Xing, who was beside him, exhaled a long sigh. Fortunately, the eldest brother came. If it were the master, it would be really miserable. Whether it was true or not, he and the third brother would have to be punished.

In fact, Ning Mu regretted that just after saying that. Although the moonlight was bright, he did not see the appearance of the visitor clearly. He only vaguely identified the good results in the front row. He thought it was just a group of juniors. Unexpectedly, because of the standing angle, he completely ignored the elder brother's fate.

For a long time, Ning Mu was often dealt with by the other party because of his skin. Therefore, completely different from Yuanxing, he was not even afraid of his master, but only feared this senior brother who smiled all day long.

Yuanfa also knew his nature well. When he saw that he admitted his mistake, he stopped calculating. He turned to Yuanxing and stared at him for a long time. When he saw that he did not have the expected depression on his face, he smiled with satisfaction: "I have explained to the elders the situation of your enrollment of disciples, and the abbot and the master agreed. There are martial arts suitable for women to practice in the temple. I will ask Shanguo to send you tomorrow." After a pause, he nodded happily when he saw Yuanxing. Then he said: "But during the period of punishment? You can only make up for the introductory ceremony after that."

The martial arts learned by Yuanxing are limited, and they are not suitable for women to practice. Therefore, when I recognized Hong Qingyao as my disciple, I seemed a little hesitant? Now after listening to the elder brother, I finally felt relieved. At least one monk master taught his disciples Taoist martial arts, it would not happen again.

After Yuanfa finished talking about this, he looked at Ning Mu squintly again: "Don't disturb your junior brother's practice, you have to endure it even if you really miss it? Wait until the next year, the capital will reunite."

"Did the abbot agree?" Ning Mu raised his eyebrows? He asked loudly.

The law of fate slid its eyes and actions, without saying much, just nodded slightly...

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The next day, Yuan Xing got up happily? Just as he was about to start his morning class? Unexpectedly, footsteps came from outside. When he opened the door, he saw Hong Qingyao standing in the yard, with a maid holding a basin of a towel behind him.

Seeing him come out, the little girl quickly stopped yawning. She took the towel handed over by the maid and twisted it in the basin. She slowly got closer to Yuanxing.

The latter waved his hand and retreated quickly, and the refusal was obvious? He was not yet at the point of asking his disciples to serve and wash, let alone a female disciple.

Hong Qingyao blinked her eyes? Tears were rolling in her eyes? She looked very aggrieved.

But Yuan Xing was happy? Judging from the girl’s current reaction, it was no different from that of the normal children. It seemed that the condition was really good.

The monks in the temple do not eat breakfast, but the guests cannot. Hong Qingyao stood by and watched Yuanxing do morning class, and then he was reluctantly dragged by the maid to have dinner.

When fate moves, I am happy to wait for the job to be arranged.

Shanguo came later than usual, so I gave him two secret books first. Yuanxing opened it and read it. One book of internal skills and the other book of swordsmanship are all peaceful and light-hearted ways, with simple and easy-to-understand sentences.

"This is given by the master." Shanguo explained: "He said that it is not convenient for uncle to teach it now, so he can give the secrets to the junior sister, so that she can first understand her own nature."

Yuan Xing nodded, moved in his heart. The eldest brother is really meticulous in his work and has taken into account everything he should consider, and has put all his thoughts on for himself.

Today is still cleaning, with three tails behind her at first, but Ning Chengyun saw that his friends were only focused on the uncle in front of him, and gradually felt bored. After all, he was a ten-year-old child, and he went to play by himself. So only Shanguo and Hong Qingyao were left.

The vegetation around Tianchan Temple is dense, and the buildings are towering, and the environment is good. However, in this autumn, it is natural that the withered and yellow leaves in the yard are unavoidable. After just being swept away, another layer was laid not long after, and it seems that it will never be cleaned up.

After lunch, Hong Qingyao also resisted the broom of the smaller size. She ran to Yuanxing despite the maid's opposition and cleaned with him.

She was a child herself and was born in the Zhongding Yushi Family. There were always people serving her around her, so how could she do cleaning work? But when her master was by her side, she didn't feel tired at all. Soon, she swept her smoothly.

Hong Qingyao's personal maid felt sorry for her lady and wanted to step forward, but was dissuaded by Shanguo beside her.

The master was punished and his disciples helped him. This seemed normal to Shanguo. As the so-called disciples who had something to do, they would be obeyed! In fact, Yuan Xing, as a junior uncle, had a very good relationship with Shanguo and others who first joined Tianchan Temple. If it weren't for the Master's instructions, many people would definitely be willing to help.

But others are exempted, which is not in accordance with the rules.

The maid was full of reluctance at first, but she knew the rules and could only stand by and watch. I don’t know how long it took, but she suddenly murmured: “My lady is by the side of the master and rarely speaks. Unexpectedly, she was so lively when she got here.”

Shanguo was watching with a scripture, and when he heard this, he looked up at the venue, and unconsciously smiled.

I saw two figures, one tall and one short, walking in parallel in the yard, one with bright bald head, one with flowing long hair, one with ragged clothes, and the other with gorgeous clothes. But under the fallen leaves in the sky, the two of them were in a consistent manner at this moment, without saying a word, and under such a huge difference, they seemed extremely harmonious.

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The time of gathering is always short, and before we know it, three days have passed, and tomorrow is the time for a group of guests to leave.

In the evening, Hong Qingyao put down his broom, looked at Yuanxing reluctantly, and said, "Master, I will go back to Beijing tomorrow morning. Can you send me off?" Although he knew that his master was punished and could not move freely, he still couldn't help but look forward to it.

Yuan Xing was stunned, sighed softly, and shook his head slowly.

Hong Qingyao was a little depressed and asked again: "Then are you going back to the capital to see me?"

Yuan Xing laughed and focused on the key points.

Hong Qingyao seemed a little happier and was pulled back to the room by the maid. However, she couldn't help looking back before leaving. The forced disappointment was falling into Yuanxing's eyes.

"Uncle Master, let's do it too." Shanguo could see clearly from the side and sighed.

Yuan Xing nodded and walked back with the chain, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stood still again, turned around and looked at Shanguo for a moment, pointed his right hand into a sword, and gestured on the palm of his left hand that was spread out.

The latter understood and asked, "You want to write?" Seeing him nodding, he quickly agreed, "I will prepare paper, pen and oil lamp for you in a while."

Only then did Yuanxing feel satisfied and returned to the woodshed with a smile.

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Early in the morning, the entire Tianchan Temple was covered with autumn fog, and everything became hazy.

At the gate of the temple, Ning Mu held his drowsy son and glanced at the old man with the white-haired man who was talking to the abbot and the old monk Fuguang. He nodded at the monks opposite and said goodbye.

It seemed that it would take some time for his grand governor to bid farewell to him, so he turned to Hong Qingyao, who was wearing a cloak but looked dejected, and asked softly: "It should be some time now. Don't you go to talk to your master?"

"I said goodbye yesterday, so it's not convenient for my master to come and see him off." Hong Qingyao shook her head slowly. She, who was a wealthy family, understood the truth and knew better.

Ning Mu sighed softly when he heard this and stopped talking. In the past few days, he inquired from many sources and naturally understood the Master's intention to treat Yuanxing in this way. He didn't know when this simple-minded junior brother would be able to pass the Master's test.

When Hong Qingyao heard the sigh, she lowered her head. At this time, no one noticed that her eyes were red. She just held back her tears and did not let the tears flow out.

After talking to the abbot and others, they put their hands together to salute the monks. When they stood up, their eyes swept away Yuan Chen, who followed the monks to return the salute, paused slightly before turning away, waved their hands: "Get off."

"Let's wait!"

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, a clear voice came out of the fog.

Among the crowd outside the door, Hong Qingyao and Ning Mu turned their heads at the same time when they heard this and looked in the direction where the sound came.

A blue figure broke through the thick fog and gradually appeared in front of everyone.

I saw that the man was slender and slowly coming at this moment, wearing a blue shirt floating in the wind. His gait was steady and his demeanor was extraordinary.

"Master?" "Fate move?"

The person who came was Yuanxing, but he was no longer bound by shackles at this moment. He took off his short coat full of patches and changed into a green robe with only a bad collar with a dark collar. He smiled slightly on his handsome face, and was calm and composed.

"Amitabha, I'm disturbing you." He first nodded to the abbot and others, then hailed the guests with one another and bowed: "I have something to say to my disciple."

"Master, why are you coming out?" Hong Qingyao was excited at first, and jumped to him with a step, then her face changed slightly, and she glanced at the monks not far away with some anxiety.

Yuan Xing just laughed, took out a piece of paper from his arms, handed it to her, and said, "Since you have become my teacher, I will naturally fulfill my responsibilities as a master. There is a list of books here, and read them in sequence after returning to the capital." Well, this is the reading material that he had been staying up all night last night before racking his brain to recall. Excluding some unfair views and making up randomly, there are not many, only dozens of them.

Hong Qingyao took the paper and opened it. Her beautiful little face was immediately covered with bitterness, just because there were a lot of books on it. When did you see it?

"You must practice martial arts diligently, and you must not slack off when playing. You must read more books. Girls need to read books to understand things. Do you understand?" Yuan Xing looked at her with a funny moment, and made a solemn expression on his face, emphasizing: "Next time I meet, I will be taught by my teacher."

"I understand." Hong Qingyao nodded, and the excitement just now disappeared in an instant...

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Yuan Xing smiled and watched the guests leave, and only turned around after a long time. At this time, the fog had dissipated. The monks at the temple gate had just returned quietly, leaving only his master, staring at him with bright eyes.

He calmed his smile, walked to Master Fuguang and knelt on his knees, folded his head and said, "I have been arrogant and violated the rules. Please punish me."

Fukuo looked down at him, and after a while, he asked, "Why did you come out?"

Fate moves down and replied: "For yourself." For the mind.

Fukuo raised his long eyebrows, a flash of light in his eyes, and asked again: "Why didn't you come out before?"

The posture of the fate remains unchanged, and he still says: "For yourself." for practice.

The old monk Fuguang smiled happily, covered Yuan Xing's head with one hand and slowly stroked it.

Yuan Xing's eyelids twitched, but when he saw the master smile, he forced a smile on his face, and then in the next moment, he was tragic again.

The old monk Fuguang raised his hand and slapped his bald head one after another.

"I have to play a maneuver with my master. Where did I learnt this? I told you not to speak well, and I told you not to speak well..." Every time I said a few words, the big slap slapped Yuan Ding's head and face. But he didn't dare to hide, and he didn't dare to use his skills to resist, so he could only bear it.

Not long after, the old monk seemed to be calmer, and kicked Yuanxing's thigh again before he got up. He slowly said, "Do you have any objections if you silently expel it for a month?"

"The disciple is wrong and is willing to be punished."

"Okay, go find the good fruit yourself."

"yes."

After saying this, the old monk's expression was gentle, and he walked slowly alone with one hand on his back.

Yuan Xing also stepped into the threshold, but before entering, his movements stopped. He couldn't help but turn around and look at the surrounding mountains. The autumn morning sun shone on the rising fog, reflecting the colorful forests in his vision, which was very beautiful.

Such a beautiful scenery made him fascinated for a long time. He didn't know when he would come back to his senses. Then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He also followed the old monk's movements, straightened his body and carried his hands behind his back, and slowly shook into the temple.

In the past two months, the punishment of the silent expulsion was successfully concluded by following the rules and acting cautiously.

After regaining his freedom, he secretly asked the old monk one night, if he had not been satisfied with An Hong Qingyao at that time and had broken free from the shackles and walked out, what other means would the master use to force him?

The old monk was rarely naughty, but blinked humorously, but never mentioned his plan. He only said that only when the apprentice you will accept will understand when you grow up.
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