If you make a mistake, you will be punished.

Since Shen Yimian came to Zuo Lingfeng, he has never been punished by Si Wuxing. Si Wuxing knows that he is useless, so he never demands strictness from him.

But I didn't expect that this person is usually not serious, but is actually a cold and strict teacher when teaching.

No matter how many times Shen Yimian looked at Si Wuxing for mercy, he could not see a trace of softness on Si Wuxing's smiling face.

"Master..." Shen Yimian tried to squeeze out some non-existent tears and whispered, "Twenty feet, do you want to beat me to death?"

Si Wuxing didn't look at him, but turned to look at Xie Lu, "Why don't you do it? What are you standing there for?"

Hearing this, Xie Lu took the ruler, looked at Shen Yimian and whispered, "Sorry, bear with it."

Shen Yimian resigned himself to his fate and stretched out his hand, signaling Xie Lu with his eyes to hit him gently.

Xie Lu didn't know whether he understood or not, so he gently pinched his palm and placed it in front of him.

There was a crisp "pop" sound.

The two-finger-wide jade ruler fell down mercilessly, and the burning pain burned the palm of the hand like fire.

Shen Yimian frowned in pain, and his fair and soft palms soon turned crimson.

He glared at Xie Lu and thought with gritted teeth,

It hurts so much! You’re too harsh!

Yousi was unlucky enough to be watching, so he couldn't say anything. He could only watch as Xie Lu raised his ruler and slapped his palm without mercy.

He really didn't hold back at all, and the pain made even such a strong man like him want to cry.

Xie Lu's eyes fell on his face, briefly brushing across Shen Yimian's tightly bitten lips. Somehow, the strength in his hand became much lighter, almost unconsciously.

After twenty feet of fighting, the poor palm was already red and covered with marks.

Shen Yimian withdrew his hand tremblingly, a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He had never been beaten before, and his scalp began to feel numb after being hit so hard.

Before he could recover, he heard Si Wuxing speak slowly, "Now that we're done, let's continue."

Shen Yimian looked up in surprise and saw Si Wuxing standing with his hands behind his back, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"ten--"

It was as if his whole body was instantly injected with a shot of chicken blood. Shen Yimian didn't even have time to think. He grabbed Xie Lu's wrist and ran away.

If he doesn't run away, Si Wuxing will really let Xie Lu beat him to death!

The morning mist dissipated and the sun slowly rose among the mountains. Shen Yimian had no time to care how long he had been running. His chest and ribs ached so much that even his breath smelled of rust, but he didn't dare to stop.

Si Wuxing did not catch up with him all at once, but appeared behind him every time Shen Yimian was about to collapse and could not run anymore.

When Shen Yimian turned around and saw him, he was so scared that his face turned pale and he could only continue to run away based on instinct.

By noon, Shen Yimian's legs were so weak that he had to kneel on the ground, without any strength left.

He looked pleadingly at Si Wuxing, who was already close to him, with tears in his eyes, looking extremely pitiful.

Si Wuxing sighed, stopped in front of him, and said calmly, "Take another twenty feet, then take a rest."

Shen Yimian almost couldn't breathe. Begging for mercy and pity were useless to Si Wuxing. It turned out that Si Wuxing was so ruthless and strict in teaching his disciples.

He began to feel a little regretful, but when he thought about being locked outside the door and watching Zuo Yan go to his death, he was reluctant to give up.

Never mind, twenty feet is twenty feet!

He stretched out his hand and took twenty feet from Xie Lu.

This time I was really beaten and cried.

"Okay, why are you crying?" Si Wuxing sat beside him and rubbed Shen Yimian's head. "I brought you the fermented rice and pear cake that you always wanted to eat."

Because he had guessed this would happen, he prepared some things in advance to coax his stupid apprentice.

With tears on his eyelashes, Shen Yimian took the fermented rice wine and pear cake and ate it while crying. It felt like he had been slapped in the face and then given a sweet date.

However, the pear cake is really delicious and sweet.

Xie Lu also sat beside him, staring at Shen Yimian quietly, eating cakes mouthful by mouthful with grievance like a little hamster.

As if sensing the burning gaze, Shen Yimian wiped away her useless tears, took out a piece of pear cake from the oil paper and handed it to Xie Lu.

The palm of my hand holding the pear cake was red.

Xie Lu's expression paused slightly. His body did not need to eat. Just as he was about to open his mouth to refuse, he heard Shen Yimian's deliberately lowered voice.

"Eat it."

"Be gentle for a while."

It turned out to be a bribe.

He glanced at Shen Yimian, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to take it, indicating that he accepted Shen Yimian's bribe.

The aggrieved face finally relaxed a little, and the two of them sat side by side obediently, enjoying the mountain breeze and eating sweet and sticky pear cakes.

Si Wuxing's eyes roamed back and forth between the two of them, and he chuckled for no reason.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

It made him feel that he was still a master.

After finishing the pear cake, Xie Lu took out a brocade box from his arms and handed it to Shen Yimian. "Mission reward, the Rebirth Pill."

Shen Yimian took the small box and opened it to take a look. Suddenly, he heard Si Wuxing's faint voice from the other side. "After taking this pill, you will feel extremely painful, like peeling your skin, pulling out your tendons, cutting out your heart and piercing your bones. Some people may die on the spot because they can't bear the severe pain. Do you plan to take it?"

He was stunned. Xie Lu had never told him this. "Is it true? What are the effects after taking it?"

"The effect is naturally excellent." Si Wuxing rested his chin on his hand and opened the brocade box with his fingertips. "Your senior brother used it before and was bedridden for three months after using it."

Shen Yimian shuddered all over. His senior brother was a ruthless man among ruthless men. He was even more cruel to himself than to his enemies. He had to lie down for three months after eating. Wouldn't he be buried halfway after eating?

Si Wuxing casually cast his gaze on Xie Lu, his voice cold, "Why did you give him this medicine? You don't know his level, aren't you afraid that he can't bear it?"

Xie Lu lowered his eyes and answered him calmly, "Disciple already has a plan to deal with it. As long as my senior brother and I use telepathy to transfer the pain to me, it will be fine."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yimian and Si Wuxing were both a little surprised.

"You didn't understand what I just said?" Si Wuxing frowned, suspicion growing. "Why are you so nice to him?"

Xie Lu looked up at Si Wuxing, and suddenly took out a small knife from his storage ring and cut his arm with it. "I don't feel pain, so the pill won't affect me."

Shen Yimian opened her eyes wide, immediately grabbed his wrist, and snatched the knife away. "Even if you are crazy and can't feel pain, you can't hurt yourself. It's not like Master doesn't believe you."

Xie Lu did not answer, he could only prove himself in this way.

Si Wuxing trusted Shen Yimian, not him. Although they were both apprentices, he and Si Wuxing had almost no interactions. Unless Shen Yimian was around, Si Wuxing would not say a word to him.

Even in the original book, Si Wuxing never looked at him straight in the eye, ignored him, and didn't care, as if he didn't exist at all.

Si Wuxing narrowed his eyes slightly, took out the Rebirth Pill from the brocade box, and looked at it carefully against the skylight. After confirming that it was authentic, he threw the pill into Shen Yimian's arms and said to Xie Lu calmly, "Your senior brother is right. You don't need to be so cautious. Since you don't feel pain, this pill is a hundred benefits and no harm. Wrap up the wound."

Xie Lu nodded respectfully.

Shen Yimian took out a handkerchief and wrapped Xie Lu's arm tightly. "Look, I told you, Master is a bit mean-spirited, but he's actually a very good person."

Si Wuxing looked at his distressed expression and sneered in his heart.

Why did he accept such a foolish and clueless apprentice?

After bandaging the wound, Xie Lu picked up the small pill and handed it to Shen Yimian's lips, saying softly, "Take the pill and then practice the Snow Step. I'm sure you'll make faster progress."

This way he wouldn't have to keep beating Shen Yimian.

The so-called synesthesia is to transmit one person's feelings to another person, so that Shen Yimian's pain will be transmitted to Xie Lu without reservation.

Xie Lu gently cut Shen Yimian's fingertips with a knife, and then cut a cut on his own fingertips. He put his fingertips together and slowly chanted a spell.

A hint of sweetness suddenly emerged between the lips and teeth.

His expression paused slightly, and he realized that it was because Shen Yimian had just eaten pear cake, and the taste had already been transmitted to him.

"You can eat now."

Shen Yimian swallowed his saliva, tentatively placed the rebirth pill between his teeth, and broke it into pieces bit by bit.

It's actually sweet.

Despite having such terrible side effects, it actually tastes sweet.

After taking the pill, Si Wuxing stared at him closely, "How is it?"

Shen Yimian said blankly, "I don't seem to feel anything."

Si Wuxing and Xie Lu breathed a sigh of relief, barely perceptible.

"The medicine hasn't taken effect yet, please be patient and wait."

Half an incense stick of time passed, perhaps the pill had been completely digested, Shen Yimian suddenly felt warm in his stomach, and his mind was extremely clear. Then the heat dissipated, as if he had just come out of the sauna and breathed the first breath of fresh air, and his whole body felt comfortable.

Sweating like rain, soaking his body, Shen Yimian felt that his body was madly absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, like a glutton, only taking in and not giving out, and his fingertips could not stop trembling.

So cool.

Is this what other people feel when they practice?

After a moment, Shen Yimian could even look inside his own body, and the scene at his dantian emerged involuntarily in his mind. He clearly saw that the endless spiritual energy was like being rubbed by an invisible big hand, and turned into a small ball of spiritual energy.

Then the ball became more and more compact, like morning mist condensing into dewdrops, and countless spiritual energy gathered into a light white inner pill.

Shen Yimian covered his dantian, opened his sweat-soaked eyelashes, and looked at Xie Lu and Si Wuxing in confusion, "It's so strange, it seems like something is growing in my stomach."

Si Wuxing's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to explore, he was intercepted by a hand before he could touch Shen Yimian.

The corners of his mouth stiffened slightly and he looked at Xie Lu.

The other party placed his palm lightly on Shen Yimian's Dantian with a serious expression. After a while, his frown relaxed and he whispered, "You have formed a Dan."

"Jie, Jiedan" Shen Yimian suddenly looked up and said in shock, "I am in the Jindan stage"

Si Wuxing breathed a sigh of relief. "Not bad. The Rebirth Pill has cleansed your spiritual roots and body, and absorbed a lot of spiritual energy. Although it is inferior to the Nascent Soul formed by your senior brother back then, with time and practice, you may be able to surpass him."

After all, the dead can't make progress.

Shen Yimian realized it belatedly and was delighted. His eyes sparkled as he asked softly, "Master, am I no longer a waste?"

Hearing this, Si Wuxing felt a little sad and touched his head, "Not anymore."

Before Shen Yimian could be happy, he heard Si Wuxing say earnestly,

"From today on, you must practice every day. I will teach you everything I know. Of course, you know the consequences of not learning well."

Shen Yimian: ""

It’s over, he’s going to be beaten to death!