"Okay, okay... huh?" The vicissitudes of the voice said twice, and then his tone changed. The man said in a deep voice: "Chang Zhi, what's going on with this one... are you sleeping in the middle..."

"Master, Master...I, I seem to be dozing off..." the man said nervously.

"What does it mean to be dozing off? I have said a long time ago that the carving must be done in one go, and the spirit must be concentrated, and there must be no scattering..." The vicissitudes of the voice became very cold.

"Master... I know I'm wrong..." the man said nervously again.

"Just know if you are wrong... Then do you know that this is the best tourmaline sent by Master Sandeng of Sky Temple... Now you have to carve it broken, so how can you explain it to me at that time..." The voice of Victory Sect is very low now, as if you want to eat people.

"I, I..." The man hesitated first, followed by a "thump", as if he was kneeling on the ground. The man then said: "The disciple knew his mistake... let the master punish him..."

"Punishment... I wish I could kill you directly... You brothers and sisters are really getting more and more useless..." said the vicissitudes of a cold voice.

"Master... Disciple, I don't know what's wrong... My mental power is getting worse and worse now... I have obviously concentrated my energy this time... but I still can't support it... I actually fell asleep..." The man said timidly.

"Is this your reason... I often sleep for an hour or two a day, and sometimes I only need to close my eyes every two or three days... Why is it okay for me..." The vicissitudes of voice said coldly again.

"Master...Master, your cultivation level is not comparable to that of disciples... The disciples are carving almost every day... It has been a long time since they practiced the martial arts you taught... Maybe it's because... they don't practice it because they don't practice..." The man stuttered again.

"Cultivation is also a training in practice... Our daily carving is a kind of cultivation... I think that you are a first offense this time, and according to the rules of the sect, you are only thirty times, so you don't have to go to the dungeon to kneel for a day and a night..." said the vicissitudes of voice indifferently.

"Let me, thank you Master..." the man said timidly.

Soon, Zhang Yu heard the sound of a whip in the room, "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

Accompanied by the sound, a man's humming sound came from the room, "Uh...uh...uh..."

It is not difficult for Zhang Yu to hear that this man should be in great pain, but he dare not scream out loud. This shows that the man should be very afraid of his master.

Now Zhang Yu can almost determine that the man who can be fifty years old in the room is Miaoshou Rego.

Rego was really a bit ruthless when he treated his apprentice, but Zhang Yu could also hear that the man named Chang Zhi obviously had carved a valuable thing, which attracted Rego's anger.

Punishment may be what it should be, but it should also be distinguished from black and white. The disciples have limited abilities and are not machines, so they always have to rest. This endless work will only make people cycle viciously and eventually exhaust themselves.

In just a moment, the whipping sounds in the room stopped.

The vicissitudes of life sounded again, "Chang Zhi, go back and rest..."

"Yes, Master..." the man said gratefully.

"This is your first time making a mistake, so being a teacher is just a small punishment and a big warning... If there is another time, don't blame me for being a teacher for being severely punished and refused to lend money..." The vicissitudes of voice became cold again.

"Yes, yes... I will concentrate on my energy in the future and never make mistakes again..." the man said timidly.

"Go down." said the vicissitudes of voice.

"Thank you, Master." After the man said, his footsteps rang.

Zhang Yu could hear that the man was walking towards the door. But after only seven or eight steps, Zhang Yu heard a slight footstep that seemed to be coming towards the door. But the footsteps were too light, and it might be because of the distance.

Sure enough, Zhang Yu then heard Chang Zhi's voice sound, "Second Junior Brother."

"Senior Brother, are you..." A man's voice sounded almost in the corridor.

"It's nothing, you probably have completed the mission... I'll leave first... Master is inside..." Chang Zhi said.

"Okay, I'll pay homage to Master now..." The man later said this and soon walked to the door and said, "Disciple, pay homage to Master..."

"Qingyun... come in..." The voice of vicissitudes calmed down.

"Yes, Master." The man who asked Qingyun to enter the room and said, "The disciple's blood glaze stone has been carved. Please check it out..."

"Take it..." said a vicissitudes of voice.

There was another sound of footsteps forward. Zhang Yu listened carefully, but there was no movement in the room for a while.

Finally, the vicissitudes of life said, "Qingyun, who did you learn the method of ticking this time?"

"I didn't learn from anyone, but I just thought it was easier... I didn't dare to use it lightly in the past, but after practicing it many times, I thought I could master it, so I used it... I have always used a technique to outline... It really consumes too much mental energy and makes people tired... I found that changing the technique from time to time can make people's mental energy concentrate..." The man named Qingyun was obviously a little nervous when he spoke.

"Don't be nervous... Qingyun... Your talent is indeed very high, and you have not read the wrong person for your teacher..." said the vicissitudes of the voice.

"Thank you, Master, for your praise..." Qingyun said hurriedly.

"What tasks do you have at hand next?" asked Vang Sang's voice gently.

"The disciple has a piece of Lantian jade left, and needs to be carved into a piece of paperweight. There is nothing else except that." Qingyun said.

"The paperweight of Lantian jade is not a particularly anxious object. I have an anxious red jade here, which needs to be outlined as the eight-treasure Guanyin. The master has too many items to be busy for a while, so I can only hand it over to you." The vicissitudes of his voice said gently.

"Yes, Master... I will do my best..." Qingyun said solemnly.

"It's not about doing your best, it must be done. This is an extremely precious piece of red jade, which was sent by Guanyin Zen Temple on Putuo Mountain. There must be no mistakes. Otherwise, we will never explain it. Do you understand?" The vicissitudes of voice said gently again.

"Disciple... I understand..." Qingyun said with some confidence.

"You go back and have a good night's sleep first. I will have someone send this piece of red jade to you tomorrow." said a vicissitudes of voice.

"Thank you, Master, that disciple will take his leave first..." Qingyun said respectfully.

The footsteps of leaving followed, and Zhang Yu heard a "crack" sound again, as if the door was closed.

Zhang Yu hung on the edge of the terrace. After listening for a while, he suddenly heard footsteps downstairs. Zhang Yu was startled and hurriedly fell back to the terrace on the third floor, squatted down, and looked down through the gap in the guardrail of the terrace. He could immediately see a figure walking downstairs towards a building in the slanting thorns.

Seeing this, Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Since he didn't come from outside, he obviously wouldn't have found him.
Chapter completed!