The man in front of him was very slender, and his smile was gentle and tender, reminding him of the immortal who gave him hot buns in his dream.

"Duan Xuan, twelve years old, fourth level of Qi training."

The slender young man pulled up the little boy who was kneeling on the ground. Although the boy was young, his eyes were cold and murderous, even a little bit vicious. The scars on his face and neck were shocking, and they were the marks left by the fight with other disciples when he joined the sect to seize the flag just now.

Lu Zhen was a little uneasy. After thinking for a moment, he said calmly: "From today on, you are my disciple. You should practice diligently and not slack off. You will live with your eldest and sixth senior brothers in the future."

The little boy knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Master."

Lu Zhen looked at his small body with his head down and repeated it in his heart several times again. He was an orphan when he was six years old. He was kidnapped by a peddler. He was beaten and scolded all day long. He also wanted to poison him and make him mute. He begged for a living. When Duan Xuan was eight years old, he killed the peddler and stole the remaining money from him. From then on, he lived in the open air.

In order to survive, he killed a total of sixteen people who bullied him.

Lu Zhen thought to himself, this boy doesn't talk much, he is ruthless when fighting, his heart is already hard, it may be difficult to educate him, I don't know if he can soften his heart.

I'm afraid it will take some effort.

His cultivation is now in the late stage of building the foundation, he is not like others who pursue the way of immortality, his mind is calm, he just likes to read, he is an out-and-out nerd. As for how to educate Duan Xuan, he is really not sure...

I don't know if it will be useful to talk to him about the principles in the book?

"How long have you not taken a bath?" Lu Zhen looked at him with a smile.

"Three months." The little boy still lowered his head.

Lu Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Come here and wash yourself. I'll treat your wounds."

The little boy bowed his head again, stood up without saying a word, wiped the blood off his face casually, and wiped his dirty and torn clothes that seemed to have never been washed.

Lu Zhen sighed in his heart and took the little boy's hand: "No one taught you and no one cared about you before, but it will be different in the future, understand?"

"Yes."

Starting from today, I will teach you slowly.

Duan Xuan took off his clothes in an orderly manner and soaked in a large wooden barrel filled with spring water, but he didn't dare to raise his head. Lu Zhen brought a small stool and sat down in front of him, carefully examining his wounds. The small body was covered with layers of stains, bloodstains, and bruises. Scars covered the entire body. There were two old whip marks on the back that ran from the shoulder to the waist, deep into the flesh.

Lu Zhen kept frowning, looking solemn, and no one knew what he was thinking. He took out a pill and handed it to Duan Xuan: "Eat it, I will help you dissolve it, and the old scar will disappear within a month."

The little boy's long eyelashes trembled, and he took it and swallowed it: "Thank you, Master."

Lu Zhen stroked his head, sending endless spiritual energy into his body to dissolve the pill, and said softly: "You are extremely talented. You will be able to build a foundation in less than ten years. If you learn well, you don't have to be afraid of being bullied. Just remember, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you, and never bully the weak in the future. Do you remember?"

Duan Xuan raised his eyes and looked at him, not knowing how much he heard. He just felt that the young man's voice was really moving, and his hands were slender and warm. A strange idea vaguely arose in his heart, and he wished he could touch his head like this for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, the hand left soon.

This was his first day in Huishi Peak.

At night, he moved into the rooms of the eldest and sixth senior brothers to rest for the night. On the second day, Lu Zhen called him to his room again and handed him a set of clean new clothes: "I made this overnight. It's a little bigger than your current size. See if you can wear it."

Duan Xuan knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Master."

Lu Zhen felt so distressed to see that he had to kowtow to receive a piece of clothing. He had to put on the airs of a master and said seriously: "It's not surprising that you are young and ignorant, but a man has gold under his knees. From now on, unless you make a big mistake or receive a great favor, you must not kowtow to others. Do you understand?"

Duan Xuan nodded.

"Put on some clothes."

Duan Xuan lowered his head and stood up, took off his dirty and torn clothes, put on the new clothes Lu Zhen gave him, and stood straight.

Lu Zhen took a look and said gently, "The size fits you well. Go practice first. I'll check your studies in a few days."

Duan Xuan looked up at the handsome young man, not knowing how to express his surging emotions except by kowtow. He whispered, "Thank you, Master."

This was his second day at Huishi Peak.

After Duan Xuan settled down, Lu Zhen felt that this disciple was young and had suffered a lot in his childhood, so he naturally paid more attention to him than other disciples, and called him to the room from time to time to teach him. Duan Xuan was quite well-behaved. He lowered his head and listened carefully to Lu Zhen's instruction. He never spoke nonsense and never showed impatience.

Lu Zhen liked him more and more, but he had dozens of disciples under his tutelage, and he couldn't be too partial, so his superficial attitude towards him was no different. Despite this, he would sew clothes for Duan Xuan from time to time.

Three or four years passed like this, and everything was peaceful. Lu Zhen secretly observed and felt that Duan Xuan was well-behaved and diligent, and never argued with others, so he gradually felt relieved. He accepted a few younger disciples in his tutelage, who required him to spend more time on them, and gradually he saw Duan Xuan less and less.

One morning, Lu Zhen was practicing in his room when something came to him.

The eldest disciple said, "Master, Duan Xuan dragged four of his fellow apprentices out of the room in the middle of the night yesterday and beat them up. The four are now lying in bed unconscious and dying. Please capture them, Master."

Lu Zhen was shocked: "Where is Duan Xuan?"

"He's waiting outside the door."

Lu Zhen took out a pill and handed it to the eldest disciple: "Divide it into four portions and let the four of them eat it. Bring Duan Xuan in."

Duan Xuan was already sixteen years old at this time, and was as tall as Lu Zhen. He walked in with a stern face, with a scar on his left cheek extending to his ear, his hair was disheveled, and his clothes were covered in blood.

Lu Zhen couldn't tell whether he was distressed or angry, and said angrily: "What's the matter?"

Duan Xuan lowered his head and said nothing.

The eldest disciple said, "Master, four junior brothers put four-sided insect eggs in Junior Brother Duan's food. After he ate it, his whole body was itchy and blistered, and he grabbed the four people and beat them up last night."

Lu Zhen understood as soon as he heard it.

Duan Xuan is a quiet person with a withdrawn personality. He doesn't like to explain his actions, and he doesn't like to get along with others. There are many junior brothers, and their temperaments are different. Some people think that he is arrogant and looks down on others, and they dislike him very much.

This incident must be caused by those people looking for trouble with him.

The fault of this matter originally lies with those people. If Duan Xuan had not taken action, Lu Zhen would certainly not have let them off easily. But Duan Xuan beat them to death, and if he was not careful, he might have killed someone. Moreover, Duan Xuan was so violent, what should he do if he caused something irreparable in the future?

Lu Zhen said angrily: "Do you know your fault?"

Duan Xuan lowered his head and said nothing, refusing to admit his fault.

Lu Zhen was so angry that his face turned blue.

Some things are not easy to say in front of all the disciples, otherwise it would be too embarrassing. Lu Zhen thought for a moment, dismissed all other disciples, and left Duan Xuan alone in the room.

He walked slowly in the room.

"I know you have been patient for a long time. Although they bullied you first, they are not guilty of death. If you accidentally beat them to death, according to the sect rules, you must pay with your life. Do you know that?"

Duan Xuan still lowered his head.

Lu Zhen simply didn't know what he was thinking. He suppressed his anger and slowed down his voice: "Everything in the world, every blade of grass and every tree has a spirit. Although the four of them have not made any progress, they are also people with parents. Even if they did something wrong, they should be punished as appropriate. If you really beat them to death, will it be good for you? Master is not only worried about them, but also worried that you are too violent and will encounter a bottleneck in your future practice..."

Lu Zhen didn't know if he heard what he said. He only saw that his face was slightly red, and he lowered his head to listen carefully, but he was also cute and well-behaved.

Lu Zhen lectured him for half an incense stick of time, then stopped and asked, "Did you understand what I said? Do you know that you are wrong?"

Duan Xuan nodded silently, then suddenly shook his head.

Lu Zhen looked at him suspiciously, feeling annoyed: Did he not understand, or did he not know that he was wrong? What did nodding and shaking his head mean?

"Xiaoxuan, you are extremely talented, and your master has high expectations for you, but harming your fellow disciples is an unforgivable sin. In the past, my Qingxu Sword Sect was destroyed because of discord among disciples..."

He talked about the history of the Sword Sect and the tragedies caused by the murder of fellow disciples in various major sects. He spoke for a long time, and Lu Zhen didn't know whether Duan Xuan understood it or not. He thought to himself that it was a good thing that he had read poetry books, otherwise he would have nothing to say by now.

Duan Xuan stood there, his face slightly red, and no one knew what he was thinking. He didn't listen, but he listened very seriously, but no one knew how much he heard. After

talking for half an hour, Lu Zhen's anger had long been worn away. He frowned and looked at the motionless boy, becoming more and more annoyed: "Come here."

Duan Xuan walked up slowly and stood in front of Lu Zhen, lowering his head with a red face. Since a year ago, he had never been so close to his master, and they had not even been alone in the same room.

Lu Zhen reached out and touched the scars on his face, which were still bleeding, and said softly: "When you fight with others, don't you get injured too? Does it hurt?"

Duan Xuan nodded.

Lu Zhen had just talked until his mouth was dry and he didn't want to talk at all. Without saying a word, he brought a basin of clean water and quietly cleaned his wounds for him. The night was

long and silent. Duan Xuan looked up at him, hoping that his wound would never heal.