It’s Not Easy Being a Master Chapter 82: Punishment in public

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Boom——Boom——Boom——

Three dull drums echoed throughout the Eight Immortals Peak. Everyone knew that such a formal drum would only sound when there were important decisions. For a time, all the disciples rushed to the hall, and even a few disciples who had just returned from a trip back down the mountain did not even see the master, so they hurriedly headed towards the hall.

At this time, the disciples outside the door who were going to the lecture hall all raised their heads to the sky in doubt, and watched each of the brothers and sisters’ swords across the sky.

“Hey, Beican, look at the sky!” Fu Duoer held the book and walked towards the lecture hall with Gu Beican. Suddenly his hair was pulled twice by the little Sanqing on his shoulders, and he turned his head in doubt. However, Yu Guang suddenly saw several figures walking away from Yujian, grabbed Bei Can in surprise, and screamed.

Gu Beican immediately raised his head, which was quite puzzled to me. He raised his hand and scratched his head and said, “Oh my god, why are so many brothers going to the fair, is there something interesting happening?”

Fuduoer shook his head. Just about to say something, he saw Senior Brother Gu Yu’s dignified Yujian coming west, and the lingering haze in his eyes made the two daughters unconscious.

Just listen to Gu Yu sighed faintly, and said: “There will be no lectures this morning. You two should quickly notify the other disciples to go to the hall.”

“Brother, why are you going to the hall again, what’s the matter?” Fu Duoer looked at Gu Yu suspiciously, but saw the gloomy face of his brother dripping with water, and she suddenly shrank in her heart and stopped Bei Can to find someone to convey information.

After a half-pillar incense, inside the hall.

Fodor and the group of people filed in, but as soon as they entered the hall, they felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling of depression. Fu Duoer looked around, and suddenly understood where the depression came from: The hall was full of seniors and seniors, but no one was whispering, and all of them stood upright. All the eleven heavenly beings above the round platform sat in jeopardy. Glancing at Senior Brother Gu Yu standing beside him again, Fu Duo’er’s heart became more and more uneasy.

The sleeves were pulled slightly, Fu Duoer turned around, but saw that Gu Beican still hadn’t figured out the situation, and mumbled to herself: “I said Duo’er, where is my wine charm?” Although the sound is not loud, it is definitely not small. Seeing Xihua Tianzun glanced at this consciously or unconsciously, Fu Duoer only felt that his heart was about to abandon himself. Glancing at Bei Can, Fu Duo’er made a closed mouth, until she saw Gu Beican nodding faintly, then she let out a long sigh of relief, but looked at the round table more suspiciously.

Yeah, where’s the wine charm? I won’t shrink in the corner because I’m afraid of trouble…

Boom—there was another drum beat, and Fu Duoer’s heart sank suddenly, because on the round platform, she saw a familiar figure walking towards the eleven gods, it wasn’t who Jiu Mei was!

“Disciple Jiujiumei, pay respect to Tianzun.” A slender figure slowly walked forward, his expression was not panicked at all, but the respectful Yingying knelt down, and the cinnabar at the corners of his eyes made Jiujiu more affectionate. After thinking that it will be this little junior girl who will be punished, many people are already unbearable.

“Xue Jiu Mei! Why do you have such a calm face!” Suddenly, a woman rushed up with her teeth and claws, her face full of tears, she slapped her when she came up to Jiu Mei, and she was sturdy off guard. Really knocked to the ground, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. It was obvious that the woman’s palm was full of innocence. Although Jiu Mei was a little puzzled in her heart, she remembered that she might have burned the important person of the woman after being drunk, and her expression was a little sad. After holding back the dizziness, Jiu Mei climbed up from the ground and knelt on the ground respectfully. But Jiu Mei has some doubts. The slap I just took was firm, but there was no pain. What’s the matter?

“Youlian, that’s enough, you go down first!” The man in blue behind the woman saw that the woman was about to pounce on again. He saw that Donghua Xianjun was already pale, and he immediately rushed to hug the woman tightly. It was in a semi-mad state, and he slapped backwards. The man in blue groaned until he flew five or six feet away, but he swallowed the blood that was churning up, and headed towards the eleven heavenly masters in the upper seat. Knocking his head repeatedly, he pleaded: “Tianzun! You Lian’s partner was hurt by the little junior sister, and her spirit is a little unclear. I brought her. I ask Tianzun to take You Lian to the treatment. The disciple is willing to accept punishment!”

“Shut up! He is here to save you. If it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t be burned like that. It was all caused by this little bitch. I want to kill this little bitch!” You Lian was completely mad. Pulling up the long sword at his waist, he slashed at Jiu Mei, with a pale face, watching the long sword stab at him, closing his eyes and turning his body slightly, avoiding the vital point, he must use his body to bear the sword. Anyway, there is a stove to heal myself. Since I hurt my friend (the cat wants to say: Jiu Mei doesn’t understand love.), then I have suffered this sword, and that sister should be deflated… …

After waiting for a long time, the pain that should come did not come as expected. Jiu Mei raised her head slightly, but saw that the angry master was looking at herself with red eyes, and only saw the master’s left hand waved in her eyes. Flew upside down. Touching his face blankly, Jiu Mei Jiu Mei held his right face and looked at the master again with tears, but saw that the master’s right hand was firmly holding the blade of the sword, drips of blood dripping from the palm of his hand, screamed, the sword The handle fell to the ground, but the blade had already become a fan.

Just now Gong Ningchu’s behavior has already scared a bunch of disciples. This Donghua Tianzun is really ruthless, and he is so ruthless to his disciples. Suddenly, I am not too angry at the little junior sister’s act of setting fire. I am afraid that under the guidance of this teacher, the younger junior sister could not tell the pain to relieve the sorrow by drinking…

Jiumei’s heart was beating wildly, uncontrollably. Although the palm of the master still doesn’t hurt, the master must be angry. Looking at the master’s face, Jiu Mei’s kneeling little body quickly shrank into a ball. Muttered: “Master, I, I…”

Gong Ningchu asked with a black face: “What did you teach you for your teacher, do you remember?”

“Remember.” Jiu Mei was about to cry. She just wanted to let her sister calm down. I couldn’t die anyway. But looking at the master’s face, Jiu Mei couldn’t say anything.

At this moment, a goose-yellow figure stood in front of him, only to hear someone crying out: “Tonghua Tianzun! Even if you are the master of Jiu Mei, you can’t beat her like that. , No!”

Fu Duoer! Jiu Mei’s eyes widened, and her heart became even more disturbed. What did she run up to do! Oh my God, all the heavens are watching! All the brothers are still watching! His head was dull, and he ran to Fu Duo’er and knelt down and shouted at the master: “Master, yes, I’m sorry! Duo’er didn’t mean it.” She turned around and said angrily at Duo’er: “What are you still doing, go down? Ah!”

Duo’er cried with a cry, sobbing and refusing to go down.

Gong Ningchu smiled at the corners of her mouth, but she saw the wine glamorously, and only listened to her master saying: “First, why can’t you punish my disciple as a teacher? I’m satisfied with what you said. I let you go, otherwise, you can go away!”

Duo’er’s chest was violently ups and downs, and after having endured it for a long time, Chaogong Ningchu shouted: “Because you hit her and I will feel heartache! She is my friend, my good friend!”

Gong Ningchu narrowed his eyes and asked, “How old are you?”

“Eleven years old!” Fu Duo’er didn’t know. As soon as she gasped, her nose blew out a big snot bubble, and she blushed immediately.

Jiumei only heard a cold snort, and saw her master sitting back to his seat without looking back.