The Martial Arts

Chen Nianyun covered his butt, his gaze hardened as he said, "Apologize? Why should I apologize to him? This old guy hurt me, and I should apologize to him? Who does he think he is!"

The children in the class were stunned when they heard this.

Today, Chen Nianyun was so brave that he even dared to talk back to the teacher like this. What a man!

Mr. Yang's face was now black with anger at this time, and his whole body began to tremble slightly. His silver hair and beard were fluttering automatically, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Chen Nianyun was also shocked to find that he had misspoke. He covered his butt and wanted to apologize, but for some reason, as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but blurt out what was in his heart:

"Look, look at your mother! Can't you see my ass hurts? Hurry up and come lick it for me! You're so old yet you have no common sense at all. You've really lived to become a dog!"

As soon as these words came out, all the children were even more shocked, and even Lin Xiaolu gave him two big thumbs up.

Mr. Yang, after a violent gasp, finally could not restrain his anger. He shouted, "Vile disciple!"

He sucked Chen Nianyun into his hand, said to the children, "You all review the lesson here!" Then he dragged Chen Nianyun by the collar and flew up into the sky, heading straight for Spirit Sword Peak.

"Hahahaha~" As soon as the teacher left, Lin Xiaolu could no longer hold back and lay on the desk laughing loudly, laughing until she almost died. Dongfang Dan, Tangyuan and others also laughed holding their stomachs.

At this moment, on the towering Spirit Sword Peak, Mr. Yang dragged Chen Nianyun all the way up the mountain path. Many Spirit Sword disciples who passed by saw this strange scene.

These disciples of course recognized Mr. Yang and Chen Nianyun. Seeing Chen Nianyun cursing nonstop with his little mouth, while Mr. Yang's face was livid and silent as he dragged him, they were all confused and did not know what had happened.

"Mr. Yang." A handsome young man in a green robe happened to pass by. Seeing the situation was wrong, he quickly came up respectfully and said, "Mr. Yang, this junior apprentice of mine is?"

Mr. Yang looked coldly at the young man, then threw Chen Nianyun on the ground. In a cold voice he said, "Go get your master to come see me!"

The young man was stunned for a moment as he looked at his junior apprentice who was thrown on the stone steps covering his butt, not knowing what had happened.

In fact, in terms of cultivation level, Mr. Yang was no match for the Spirit Sword Elder, but in terms of status and seniority within the sect, the two were equal. So he hesitated and respectfully asked, "Mr. Yang, Ming Yi also learned to read and write from you before, and can be considered to have a teacher-student relationship. Nianyun is also Ming Yi's junior apprentice brother. Can Mr. Yang tell Ming Yi what wrong Nianyun has done?"

When Mr. Yang heard this, he looked at the excellent young man in front of him, and saw so many Spirit Sword disciples looking at him, his angry expression softened slightly. But just as he was about to speak, Chen Nianyun next to him suddenly twisted his head and shouted at him, "You old undeady! If you dare tell on me to my senior apprentice brother, when I become powerful in the future, I will kill you!"

All the Spirit Sword disciples were stunned, and looked at Chen Nianyun in disbelief.

Their own junior apprentice brother was actually so fierce!

"Bold!"

Zhang Mingyi was also shocked by Chen Nianyun. He shouted angrily and then raised his hand to discipline him.

But Chen Nianyun directly pointed at Zhang Mingyi and shouted, "Zhang Mingyi, you bastard, don't you dare touch me! I'm master's personal disciple! I have the Undying Sword Physique! If you dare touch me I'll tell master to punish you!"

As the second senior apprentice brother of the Spirit Sword sect, Zhang Mingyi was not afraid of this junior at all. He was about to start teaching this ignorant and arrogant junior a lesson, but before he could raise his hand, Mr. Yang stopped him.

Then, in front of everyone, Mr. Yang looked at the towering mountain peak and shouted angrily, "Fang Wuxiu! You have taught a good disciple! This old man is not worthy to be his teacher anymore, you teach him yourself!"

After speaking, Mr. Yang was about to leave, when immediately a majestic old voice came from the vast mountain peak:

"Mr. Yang, please wait!"

A stern-looking old man in black robes descended from the peak of Spirit Sword Peak. After landing, he quickly apologized with clasped hands to Mr. Yang to pacify him for the moment. Then he looked at Chen Nianyun, his gaze condensed and said, "Nianyun! What have you done!"

Chen Nianyun climbed up cursing, "Master, I didn't do anything, my butt just hurt, and then this old guy..."

When the old man in black robes heard him still dare to call Mr. Yang an old guy, he angrily shouted, "Shut up!"

He pointed at Chen Nianyun, so angry that his finger was shaking:

"Master will give you one more chance. Call Mr. Yang what you should call him again."

Chen Nianyun shrank his neck in fright, and opened his mouth wanting to say "Teacher". But as soon as he opened his mouth, his mouth disobediently blurted out a bunch of terms:

"I should call Teacher old guy, old man, old fool, old undeady, old shameless, old bastard!"

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, Chen Nianyun's small body was blasted away by a shockwave:

"Take him down and give this old man thirty strokes of the rod, and lock him in solitary confinement!" the old man in black robes said, his face red with anger.

Zhang Mingyi next to him listened and hesitated, "Master, how long should junior apprentice Chen be confined?"

"Confined until his death!!!" the old man in black furiously scolded, "This scoundrel! No respect for elders, publicly insulting Teacher, this is intolerable. Master will teach him a good lesson!"

After speaking, the old man in black robes finally turned to Mr. Yang, his aged face full of apology, and said, "Sorry Mr. Yang, it is Fang's fault for failing to teach properly. On an auspicious day Fang will personally bring this vile disciple to apologize and make amends to you. Please quell your anger."

Mr. Yang looked at him for a few moments, gave a cold snort, then strode away.

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For a long time after that, the children in the academy did not see Chen Nianyun again. By the time they saw him again, it was already half a year later...

"Ha!"

Under the silver-white glow of moonlight, the shirtless boy shouted loudly, and used his side back to fiercely smash into the willow tree. His tremendous force not only made the willow tree rustle loudly, but even smashed out a dent.

He smashed again and again, using all his strength every time, until his side back was a solid red, yet he did not stop.

"Phew!"

After smashing one hundred times, Lin Xiaolu let out a murky breath, moved her sweat-drenched body a few times, then ended today's training.

By now, Xiao Yuer's cultivation was also finished. According to senior apprentice sister Li Miaoxin, Xiao Yuer's progress was frightening. She had now vaguely reached a bottleneck at the fourth layer of Qi Condensation.

Li Miaoxin evaluated that reaching the fourth layer of Qi Condensation at five years old, she didn't know if this had never been seen before in Emei, but it was definitely unprecedented.

Inside the yard, Lin Xiaolu used Cleansing Dan to wash her body clean, then sat with Xiao Yuer on the steps at the yard door, chatting and laughing together to pass the night.

Martial arts is harder than immortal cultivation by tens of thousands of times. Martial arts is also harsher than immortal cultivation by tens of thousands of times.

Practicing through winter's three nine-day periods, summer's three nine-day periods, Lin Xiaolu paved her path with sweat, took hard work as her heart. Every day she learned to read and write, practiced martial arts, repeating this cycle day after day, diving into this endless road of martial practice. And with this dive, another six months passed...