Rong Hua, helplessly put down his book after being pestered by Su Yin, looked her in the eye and said, "The conference has always stipulated that all disciples must participate. Even if you don't want to, there's nothing you can do."
Everyone has to participate? It's over, it's over. Su Yin's face fell, and she helplessly let go of the sleeve she was holding tightly in her hand, staring blankly into the distance with a dull expression.
Rong Hua saw this and looked helpless. "It's just a tournament. You've only been here for a short time, so if you lose, you lose. Don't take it too seriously."
If I lose, I lose? No need to take it too seriously? Su Yin's mouth twitched when she heard this. Look at this, what kind of master is this? Not only does he not encourage me, but he already knows that I'm doomed to fail before I even get on the court. Although she knows her own strengths and weaknesses, after he said this, her last glimmer of hope also left her.
Su Yin sighed, oh, why is his life so miserable?
Rong Hua watched Su Yin's face droop again, and felt her helplessness. Why was her disciple so troublesome? "Instead of wasting time here making excuses, why not go back and practice? Maybe there will be a glimmer of hope at the conference."
"Didn't you say I was doomed to lose? What's the point of practicing anymore?" Su Yin held his cheeks and spoke sullenly, with a hint of anger in his heart.
Hearing Su Yin's anger, Rong Hua shook his head, picked up the book again, and reminded Su Yin for the last time, "Practicing is a life-or-death struggle."
"What if you don't practice?"
"There is no chance of survival." Rong Hua's voice came lightly. The voice was not loud but carried a hint of irrefutability.
"Ah." Su Yin couldn't help but screamed in surprise after hearing this. He quickly stood up and asked Xiang Ronghua hurriedly, "Master, didn't you say that this conference is just a small competition between fellow disciples? If we lose, it's just a loss of face. There shouldn't be any life-threatening danger." Su Yin asked tentatively.
"Swords have no eyes."
Rong Hua did not explain too much, but just such a simple sentence made Su Yin's heart sink to the bottom. With a thud, he sat down on the ground again.
Yes, he was right. No one could predict what would happen on the field. If something really happened, he wouldn't be able to save her. In other words, if she got hurt or died, it wouldn't be anyone else's business. It was over, it was over. This time, it was really over. No, she couldn't give up yet. She was a new human from this era who had traveled through time. Yes, she couldn't give up yet. Thinking of this, Su Yin once again looked at Rong Hua, who was sitting quietly. She blinked and once again took the initiative to stick close to him, holding Rong Hua's arms and shaking them violently.
"Master, Master, you can't just stand by and watch someone die."
"Master, if I lose, you won't be ashamed, right?"
"Master, look, you only have me as your disciple. If I lose again, or get hurt again, wouldn't it be shameful for you? You're one of the Three Saints of Shenghan, right?"
Seeing this mischievous disciple constantly pestering his evil-minded apprentice, Rong Hua felt helpless. He put down the book again and looked Su Yin in the eye seriously. "What on earth do you want to do?"
Hey, it works. I finally paid attention to her. This is how you have to treat someone like your master.
Seeing that Rong Hua finally paid attention to him, Su Yin couldn't help but smile at him, "Now, there are only two ways to go." As he said that, Su Yin raised two fingers and placed them in front of Rong Hua.
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