Chapter 521: Tao is ruthless (25)

Under Nanxing's soft and hard beating, Tianheng finally brought her back to the Immortal Palace...

When he arrived here and saw his master whom he had long been young, Nanxing felt safe.

"What's going on?"

Hearing the Master's inquiry, Nanxing found the person he trusted the most and felt at ease. Tears fell down, and instinctively wanted to get close to him, regardless of the wounds of his left hand, hugged him...

Tianheng's eyes trembled slightly, and he was about to push her away...

The girl cried, as if she had suffered a great grievance, and did not complain like before, but just called him...

Tianheng's hand, which had just raised, paused awkwardly in the air, and then gently touched her head...

Nan Xing felt it, and his crying sounded a little less. His eyes were red like a rabbit. He looked up at him, "Master?"

Is the master comforting her?

Tianheng withdrew his hand, as if the person who touched her head had not been him, and said lightly: "Let go."

Nan Xing shook her head, she didn't let go of Master, "I don't want it."

She sniffed and began to act coquettishly, "Master, my hand hurts..."

Her familiar appearance made Tianheng feel helpless, "Doesn't your hands hurt if you hold me?"

"No." Nan Xing looked at him with clear eyes and said seriously word by word: "It's just that Master is here, I'm a little closer to Master, so I don't feel that much pain, and I don't feel so uncomfortable..."

The girl's voice was still full of strong nasal sounds, tears were hanging on her eyelashes, and her eyes were full of dependence.

Tianheng's heart, which had always been as cold as ice, suddenly became a little softer. He pursed his lips and whispered: "If you don't let go, your hands will be really useless."

Nanxing suddenly panicked, "Ah?"

Tianheng took out an exquisite small porcelain jar from the space and handed it to her. The porcelain jar made of white jade was not as good as his skin...

Nan Xing let him go, because of the movement, her right hand was pulled. She took the porcelain jar with her right hand.

She put the porcelain jar on the table next to her, and after working hard for a long time, she still couldn't open it with one hand...

She looked at Tianheng with help, "Master."

Tianheng glanced at her and opened the porcelain jar for her.

Nan Xing smiled, "Thank you, Master."

She paused and grabbed his sleeve, "Master, can you help your disciples apply medicine again?"

Tianheng looked at her for a while and asked him, the master, to help her little disciple, to apply medicine. She was the first one.

"Master, please help me with my disciples."

Tianheng sighed in his heart, "You will be more and more arrogant."

He said that, he sat down and Nan Xing raised his lips, "Master is the best."

She stretched out her swollen claws, Tianheng grabbed her hand, and before she could touch the most harsh palm, she heard her breath.

Now I know it hurts.

Seeing that she was so injured, her entire arm was in pain, Tianheng's eyes were slightly sunk. If she hadn't come to find him, she would have to take care of the ordinary ointment of the Immortal Sect, even if she was in good health, she would have to take care of it for half a month.

Tianheng unconsciously took the initiative to lighten her strength and applied medicine to her.

The ointment was cold and relieved some pain. Nan Xing supported his head with his right hand and looked at him without blinking...

The true immortal posture is so perfect in every place, especially the silver eyes, which you can't forget at first sight.

Such a powerful and lonely person can only be seen from afar, but she tried every means to get close to him.

When he applied medicine to her, she actually saw the momentary tenderness from this immortal...

Whether it is an illusion or imagination.

Anyway, she is Master Lai Ding.

Nan Xing smiled secretly, Master Zu didn't want to get rid of her.

Tianheng finished her medicine, covered the ointment cover, pressed the ointment with two fingers, and pushed it in front of her, "Once in the morning and evening, it will be fine in three days."

Nan Xing blinked, raised his hand and looked at it. It was still swollen, but it was much better than the scary look before.

Seeing her put away the ointment, Tianheng said in a deep voice: "It's getting late, you go back."

Nan Xing was stunned for a moment. After understanding what he meant, he quickly knelt down and looked at him pitifully, "Master, the disciple doesn't want to go back, the disciple doesn't want others to teach, the disciple only wants the master."

She said the matter carefully, angry and aggrieved, "He has never taught me anything, but he called me stupid and thought I was embarrassed by it. I was so angry that I said it back, and he hit me, and he wanted to use the beating to make me admit my mistake! I am right! Master, did you say I was wrong?"

Tianheng replied coldly: "I'm wrong."

Nan Xing was stunned. After a long time of reaction, he opened his mouth and said nothing, but he only turned into a sentence, "Master..."

According to the laws and regulations of the Immortal Sect, she disobeyed her teacher and scolded her so badly, which was indeed wrong. She recited the laws and regulations every day and knew it clearly.

But she thought, she thought...

She looked deeply hit, Tianheng opened his thin lips lightly, and said, "It's not your fault alone, Yaoshan's fault is bigger than you."

Nan Xing stared at him blankly, what does it mean?

Tianheng's voice became colder, "His biggest mistake was that he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a teacher, and he punished and scolded his disciples at will because of his dissatisfaction."

His silver eyes looked at her, "Where are you?"

"I?"

"Do you know your biggest mistake?"

Nan Xing honestly lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "I shouldn't have disobeyed and insulted the teacher."

"In terms of the laws of the Immortal Sect, this is your fault." Tianheng paused for a moment before continuing: "But in my opinion, this is not your biggest fault."

Nan Xing was a little surprised, "Then for the master, what was the disciple wrong?"

"You are wrong because you are not strong enough, but you are impulsive and willful and do not want the consequences."

Tianheng was like a real teacher, with stern eyes showing in his eyes, "You know what kind of person your master Yaoshan is, but when your senior brother came to call you, he deliberately delayed and his attitude was scattered. Yaoshan scolded you later, but you wanted to aggravate his anger and get a punishment."

Nan Xing couldn't help frowning and retorted: "Even if I don't scold him, he will punish me if he doesn't think I'm not happy."

"Even the teacher, there is no reason and no punishment for disciples, unless the disciple makes a mistake."

If the disciples are punished for no reason, the Immortal Sect will not be messed up.

Nan Xing was a little dissatisfied, "Does the master mean to ask me to endure his embarrassment?"

How could she bear it?

Tianheng tapped her forehead and said slowly: "Try to practice hard, and when your cultivation level rises, you will become stronger and everything will be solved."

"But Master has been making things difficult for me, how can I concentrate on my practice?" Nan Xing smiled and said with a plea: "It's better for Master to teach me, so no one dares to bully me!"

As she said that, she grabbed his hanging sleeve and shook it, "Master, please let me follow you. I promise I will listen to you well. When you get older, I can still provide you with my old age!"

After hearing the last sentence, Tianheng's face changed slightly, and his eyes darkened in an instant...

He pulled his sleeve out of her hand, stood up, and was extremely ruthless: "Let's talk about it when you reach the first level of the Immortal Road."

Nan Xing looked at him leaving with a confused look on his face. What's going on?

The master seems to...

Unhappy.
Chapter completed!