Don't Lower Your Head, or Your Hat Will Fall Off! A Crisis of Trust Between Master and Disciple

Ma Hongjun: "Boss Dai, Lin Qingmo are poaching you!"

Dai Mubai The body he was leaning on instantly straightened up.

The light in the room is very dark.

But Ma Hongjun clearly saw Dai Mubai's eyes suddenly widen when he heard those two names.

Immediately afterwards, a violent flame that almost turned into substance exploded in his eyes, burning fiercely.

There was shock and disbelief in the fire, and then it was quickly swallowed up by deeper shame and rage.

His hands on the quilt were clenched tightly, and his joints made a heart-wrenching "gurgle" sound.

The veins on the back of the hand bulged out one by one, clearly visible in the dim light.

Lin Qingmo...Zhu Zhuqing... alone late at night...

These words were like a red-hot iron, burning hard on his nerves.

All negative emotions were completely ignited at this moment, mixed with the sting of being "betrayed", and madly colliding with his reason.

He recalled the unusual flash of attention that occasionally flashed through Zhu Zhuqing when he looked at Lin Qingmo during the day.

I think of Lin Qingmo's annoying look of always being careless, as if he had everything under control.

The anger made him tremble all over, and the blood rushed to the top of his head.

'Adulter and adulterer!!!'

He almost jumped up and rushed out immediately, smashed open the door, and tore apart the bastard inside who dared to touch his woman!

But...

What can I do now to fight with Lin Qingmo who can knock him down with one punch?

To rush over is just to humiliate yourself again.

The furious flames were violently tumbling and struggling in his eyes, and were finally suppressed by something colder and deeper.

The flame did not extinguish, but sank deeper under the ice and turned into a thick, bone-corrosive venom.

Dai Mubai's body slowly relaxed.

He lowered his head, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes, also covering the madly surging resentment and murderous intent inside.

"... I know."

When he spoke, his voice was terribly hoarse, like gravel rubbing against iron, dry and cold, with no emotion audible.

Ma Hongjun was stunned.

That's it?

Shouldn't Boss Dai be furious and rush out immediately to settle the score with Lin Qingmo?

He was even ready to start a fight (or rather watch the fun).

Boss Dai This reaction... is too bland!

It's so plain that it makes Ma Hongjun feel bad!

"Dai, Boss Dai?"

Ma Hongjun stutters a bit.

"You... what's wrong with you? That's Zhu Zhuqing, your fiancée, Lin Qingmo. It's obvious that he's sitting on your head and shitting. Can you bear this?"

"..."

Dai Mubai did not answer.

He just slowly raised his clenched fist to his eyes.

Through the faint moonlight, you can see the dark and moist traces on the palm of your hand.

Blood!

That's his own blood.

He looked at the blood stains and moved the corners of his mouth upwards very slowly.

That's not a smile.

It was a twisted expression.

Lin Qingmo, Zhu Zhuqing... You are very good.

He unclenched his fist and let the blood flow down.

Today's humiliation, the hatred of taking away my "wife"... I, Dai Mubai, have written them down one by one.

There was a voice roaring and roaring in his heart.

Just wait.

I'll let you know what regret is.

Even if I, Dai Mubai, become a useless person now, even if I can no longer really have anything... I will never let you have your wish!

I want you to pay back this humiliation and betrayal a hundred times or a thousand times!

He closed his eyes, locking away all the roiling darkness in his eyes.

at the same moment.

The night wind blew through the woods, causing a rustling sound.

Shrek Academy The sycamore forest outside looks quite comfortable during the day.

At night, the shadows of the branches are waving and clawing, which is always a bit eerie.

Yu Xiaogang is standing under the thickest tree Wutong Tree.

The gray robe was blown up by the wind from time to time, but he ignored it.

His brows were furrowed so hard that he could kill a fly, and he was clutching a thick notebook with frayed edges.

That is his hard work, the essence of Soul Master theory that he has studied throughout his life.

But now that he was looking at this notebook, he felt faint in his heart.

Lin Qingmo's words, and the actual Thousand-Year First Spirit Ring, were like a needle that punctured the theoretical balloon he had built up over the years.

Losing face is a trivial matter.

The key is Xiao San.

The disciple he was most proud of and had the highest hopes for.

If even Tang San starts to doubt his theory...

Yu Xiaogang dare not think about it anymore.

He took a deep breath of the cold night air and tried to calm himself down.

You must ask clearly and restore your image in Xiao San's heart!

Soon.

The sound of footsteps came from the direction of the dormitory.

Tang San is here!

He was wearing an ordinary blue cloth, and his steps were slow and slow.

When the moonlight fell, he walked to a few steps in front of Yu Xiaogang, stopped, and bowed.

"Teacher."

The voice was still respectful.

But Yu Xiaogang was sensitive to the fact that underneath that respect, there was less of the unreserved trust of the past.

Nowadays it is more like a customary etiquette.

Yu Xiaogang's heart couldn't help but sink.

He turned around and his eyes were fixed on Tang San's face like a hook.

There was no need for any tactful opening remarks.

Ask directly, "Xiao San, tell me honestly, what Lin Qingmo said, about Blue Silver Grass Spirit Ring's theory of absorption type attributes, age, etc... do you believe it?"

There was an urgency and uneasiness in his tone that he didn't even notice.

Yu Xiaogang stared into Tang San's eyes.

He clenched his fists and dug his nails into the hard cover of the notebook.

He must know the answer.

This is not only about his name "Grandmaster".

It's more about the master-disciple relationship between him and Tang San that he must maintain.

He cannot lose this disciple, absolutely not!

"..."

Tang San didn't answer immediately.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, feeling uneasy inside.

Lin Qingmo talks about those "common senses" in an understatement, and Spirit Ring who is all beyond common sense, as well as its power that exceeds common sense and is far more powerful than itself.

Each one confirmed the fact that Lin Qingmo's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is much more powerful than me!

Common sense?

If that's common sense, then the teacher taught me this.

What do these theories that I hold as my guide count?

This thought came out like a poisonous snake, biting him and making him panic and confused.

His throat rolled, and he wanted to say, "No, teacher, I only believe in you."

But when the words came to my lips, I couldn't spit them out.

"..."

Silence.

This silence is like a dull knife, slowly cutting traces in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He looked at Tang San's lowered head and pursed lips, and his heart sank to the bottom little by little.

The knuckles turned blue-white due to exertion.

It's over!

What he fears most is happening.

A huge feeling of loss and panic gripped him.

If even Tang San no longer believes in his theory, then what is the point of what he has insisted on for so many years?

What does his "teacher" mean to his disciples?

How can I train Tang San according to my own theory, and how can I let him prove it for me?!

You must never let this happen!