All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 10

When Feng Ning was about to leave, she suddenly thought of an important question.

He carefully knocked on the door twice, scratched the crack of the door, stretched his neck to look in, and asked very nervously: "...Qing Lang, will you still go?"

"roll!"

A boy's violent voice came from inside the door.

……All right.

Feng Ning retracted her neck and shrugged.

When Feng Ning knew that Qing Lang was actually his disciple, he was actually a little bit hesitant in his heart.

After all, what is more forbidden than the habit of breaking sleeves is the habit of breaking sleeves between teachers and students.

This means that he will face deeper accusations and tougher challenges in the future.

But Fengning weighed it carefully again.

If he can get love, he will embrace a beautiful woman.

Then even if he was criticized by thousands of people, he, Feng Ning, would still be content with it.

Immediately, Feng Ning announced the ban quite selfishly.

——From now on, all freshmen need to undergo special entrance training and are not allowed to leave Guining Mountain for half a step.

As for the disciples who need to leave the mountain in an emergency, they can only enter and exit with special tokens after reporting to Feng Ning.

Not only that, he also planted a huge and strong barrier for the entire Guining Mountain Range, and none of the disciples in the entire Guining Mountain could break through the barrier and escape.

... Ahem, although it is a bit immoral to do so.

But there is no way, the duck that ran into the pot by itself, can it still make it fly?

After half an hour.

The door of Duyu Pavilion was kicked open.

Feng Ning looked up.

It is Qinglang.

With a gloomy face, he asked almost angrily: "You blocked the entire Guining Mountain?"

Feng Ning put down the writing brush in his hand, and said solemnly: "Yes, because there is going to be a freshman training camp, the conditions are difficult, and I am afraid that some freshmen will run away."

"There has never been such a training before."

"It's been around since this session."

Qinglang: "You said earlier that you would approve my withdrawal application, so I am no longer a disciple of Guining Mountain. Why can't I leave here?"

Feng Ning said: "I verbally approved Qing Yang's application earlier, not Qing Lang's application."

Qing Lang's breathing was trembling, he took a deep breath, tried to suppress his emotions, then picked up the pen and ink on Fengning's desk, lowered his head and quickly rewrote an application, and took a picture of it on Fengning's desk : "Is that all right?"

Feng Ning blinked, and picked up the application for dropping out of school.

Different from the previous application for withdrawing from school, the reason for the application for withdrawing from school this time was written in a line of angry characters.

"Because Master is dirty and shameless."

Hmm, that's an apt description.

Feng Ning threw the application letter for dropping out of school to the ground, snapped her fingers, and the sudden flames engulfed the letter until there was not even ashes left.

Feng Ning spread her hands: "Your application for withdrawal from school was not approved."

Qing Lang was almost too angry to speak: "...Despicable!"

Feng Ning sighed, and apologized almost heartbroken: "I'm sorry, I'm too despicable."

Qinglang looked at Fengning's despicable and shameless face, and felt that the filter of the tall, stalwart, gentle and benevolent master hidden in his heart was instantly shattered to pieces.

Qing Lang didn't want to look at him again, turned around and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, Feng Ning's low voice came from behind: "I'm sorry, Qing Lang, I didn't want to do this at first, but I tried other methods on you, but they didn't work, so I can only treat you Come strong."

...to be strong?

Qing Lang couldn't bear it any longer, he immediately turned around, picked up the vase at the side and threw it over: "What do you want to do?"

"Clap!"

The vase as big as a forearm hit Fengning's forehead straight, and it shattered to the ground.

A stream of bright red blood flowed down Feng Ning's forehead, across his left eye, across his cheek, and fell on the clothes on his chest, staining his white clothes red, dripping blood, shocking.

Qing Lang was stunned, and his lips trembled involuntarily: "...Why don't you hide?"

He could obviously dodge it.

He could dodge it with his eyes closed.

Feng Ning slowly wiped away the blood from her left eye, and smiled very gently at Qing Lang: "I thought, this might calm you down a bit."

madman.

abnormal.

idiot.

Countless insults were stuck in his throat, but Qing Lang couldn't say a word.

No matter how much he hated the person in front of him, this person in front of him was his Master Feng Ning.

It is what he has been thinking about for 12 years, looking forward to the sky for countless days and nights, and it is almost becoming the belief and obsession in his heart... Master Feng Ning.

It was only then that Qing Lang realized that the right hand that he threw the vase just now was still shaking.

He held his trembling right hand with the other.

He pursed his lips, turned around, and left without looking back.

Not long after Qinglang walked out of Duyu Pavilion, he bumped into a person head-on.

Qing Lang was about to apologize when an annoying voice sounded first.

"What? Don't you know how to apologize when you hit someone?"

It is Changbai.

Qing Lang frowned in disgust, and didn't want to pester him any more, moved in a different direction, and prepared to walk away.

But it was blocked by Changbai again.

Changbai's eyes fell on Qinglang's demon horns and eyes, he pulled the corners of his lips, and sneered: "I said you are such a lowly thing, how dare you be so rampant? It turns out that you are the young master of the demon clan, the lowly queen lowly breed."

Qing Lang looked at him coldly, a flash of violence flashed in his gray pupils.

In an instant, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Changbai's neck tightly, and pushed him directly to the mahogany pillar beside him, his voice was as cold as ice: "Do you think I dare not kill you?!"

"...cough...you...don't you dare, you demons are born to eat turbidity...humble things...cough..."

The color of Qinglang's eyes gradually darkened, and the strength in his hands continued to increase.

"Shua!" A soft sword suddenly struck Qing Lang's forearm, knocking off his hand that was pinching Changbai's neck.

It was Ling Feng, the second senior brother.

His voice was calm, without ups and downs: "In front of Duyu Pavilion, no noise is allowed."

Changbai rubbed his neck, then looked at Lingfeng, raised his head and said, "Second Junior Brother, you have also seen that now Qinglangmu has no respect and wants to kill me. The evidence is solid, should he be punished with a whip?" Sentence and confinement?!"

Ling Feng didn't answer, but said to Chang Bai: "Master is looking for you."

Changbai gave Qinglang a meaningful look, and then headed towards Duyu Pavilion.

Qinglang's arm hurt so badly from the beating, he thought Ling Feng would read out his punishment, but unexpectedly Ling Feng turned around and was about to leave.

"You won't punish me?" Qing Lang asked.

"Eldest brother already owes you half his life, besides," Ling Feng paused, his gaze fell on Qing Lang's waist, "You are already an inner disciple, and no one in Guining Sect has the right to punish you except Master."

Inner disciple?

Qing Lang followed Ling Feng's gaze, only to realize that there was a shiny golden sign on his waist at some point.

That is a gold medal unique to inner disciples.

His real name—Qing Lang—is engraved on it.

If you look carefully, you can find that the handwriting of these two characters is different from that of other inner disciples.

It doesn't seem to be generated by magic, but someone carved it bit by bit with a carving knife.

Qing Lang grasped this famous brand that he once dreamed of owning.

However, Feng Ning's bloody face, whose forehead was smashed by the vase, appeared involuntarily in his mind.

His eyelashes trembled, and finally lowered his eyes, turned his head and left.

As soon as Changbai walked into Duyu Pavilion, he respectfully bowed to Fengning: "Master, I heard that you have something to look for me."

Fengning turned around slowly.

The bloodstains on the chest and the scar on the forehead are particularly eye-catching.

Changbai was startled: "Master... Master, why are you injured?"

He hurriedly took out some expensive medicines from the storage bag, and hurriedly said: "Master, these are the wound medicines for the disciples, this bottle... this bottle is the best, it was given by the Supreme Lord, let me give it to you." I'll come... that's all, this disciple will immediately go to the Immortal Doctor to heal your wounds."

After speaking, he turned around and prepared to go to the medical center to find Qianglu.

"Changbai."

Feng Ning suddenly stopped him.

Master Feng Ning's voice was calm and undisturbed, and he couldn't hear his emotions clearly, but it made Chang Bai panic and stood still on the spot.

"A few days ago, I saw a young man from the Demon Race risking his life to pick dove fruit, saying that it was for apprenticeship."

Changbai's face turned pale.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the master continue to narrate calmly: "At that time, I was still wondering which master was so vicious and proposed such a condition to kill people. But I only found out today that the name was named Jiushu. The boy from the demon race who was so fruitful finally came under my door."

Feng Ning's gaze fell on Chang Bai, and her tone of voice could not hear the slightest anger, but it could inexplicably tighten people's hearts:

"Changbai, what do you think is going on?"

Changbai's lips trembled, and he knelt down on the ground with a "plop": "Master, disciple... the disciple was confused for a while..."

Feng Ning glanced at him lightly: "It's been so long, do you still have such a big prejudice against the demons? If you don't behave well, you might as well sleep forever and let your brother come out."

"Master, I know I'm wrong, I'm going to go to Jingxin Cliff to think about my mistakes, I'm still copying books..."

Chang Bai still wanted to say something, but he saw Feng Ning passed him and walked to the bookcase.

Feng Ning's cold white fingertips slid across several ornaments, and finally landed on a porcelain white vase.

He held the vase and gently twisted it half a circle.

There was only a click sound, and the bookcase moved away, revealing a secret room.

When Changbai saw Feng Ning walk into the extremely dark bedroom, he trembled all over. He moved in a panic, kowtowed towards the direction of the secret room, and said in surprise and fear: "Master...Master, I Knowing that I was wrong, I will let my brother come out, and I will..."

"Farewell." Feng Ning quickly came out of the secret room, interrupting Changbai's words. He was holding a long and thin white whip in his hand. He tested the flexibility of the whip and said, " Since you did something wrong, you will be punished first, and then go to sleep."

Seeing Chang Bai's frightened expression, Feng Ning comforted him:

"Don't worry, this is not an ordinary whip, it's a soul whip. It only hits the soul without harming the body. Your brother's body will not be hindered."

Changbai knelt on the ground, shaking even more violently.