Hongfeng wanted to cry.
He wanted to go back to that moment and slap himself a few times.
Is he sick? He is challenging the temper of the leader of a sect.
"Why can't it be the old man?"
Lu Fusheng smiled, "I'm going to remove your status as my personal disciple. Do you have any objection?"
"No, no."
"All is subject to the Sect Master's orders."
Hong Feng shook his head, the regret in his heart surging into his heart like a tide.
He had left a good impression in front of the sect leader before, but after this incident, he was nothing.
"Your so-called master, oh no, he's not your master anymore. That Elder Ping is just a friend who saved my old friend once, so I'll talk to him a few times, but that doesn't mean we're very familiar with each other, understand?"
Lu Fusheng was speechless. Hong Feng was really good at lying with his eyes open. How could one tell that he was very familiar with the elder?
He's not his savior, and we have no relatives or friends, so why would we know each other?
"I understand, I understand. I understand, I understand."
"I just assumed it, Master. Please don't be angry."
"If you want to punish me, punish me. I am willing to accept the punishment."
Hongfeng said in a servile manner.
Lu Fusheng glanced at Hong Feng and grinned, "This is the first time I've encountered a disciple who wants to be punished."
"How about this, our Lingmiao Sect is quite large, and fallen leaves can be seen everywhere. I will punish you by making you sweep the fallen leaves for half a year."
Hong Feng: “…”
After half a year, he was useless and could not retreat or practice.
His cultivation will stagnate for half a year.
Staying in the same place.
This is more terrifying than being injured.
But he couldn't refuse the leader's proposal.
I could only nod with tears in my eyes.
"The punishment is good, Master. I will change my ways and be a good person."
Hongfeng wiped her tears and said in despair.
"In that case, very good."
Lu Fusheng waved his hand, and the door of the mission hall opened.
"Go out, don't delay me from talking about welfare with my disciples."
"yes."
Hongfeng used his hands and feet to climb out of the mission hall.
It was like escaping from death, and I was ecstatic.
If he stayed any longer, he might lose his life.
No matter how powerful he is, he is just a small disciple. How dare he try to fight against the sect leader?
"Boom—"
After Hongfeng went out, the door was closed again.
"Come on, let's continue talking about welfare."
As if changing his face, Lu Fusheng suddenly became amiable and no longer as serious as before.
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