Teachers Stole Theories, Disciples Stole Herbs! Did Gangzi Lose His Cool Again?

"Gu Ling wants to steal my herbs!"

The moment Tang San saw Yu Xiaogang, he grabbed his hand. He had gritted his teeth and endured the beating just moments ago, but the instant he saw his teacher, his eyes reddened.

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly supported him. The moment his hand touched Tang San's shoulder, Tang San sucked in a breath of pain.

"You're hurt this badly?"

Seeing the swelling on his disciple's face and the blood on his clothes, Yu Xiaogang's expression immediately darkened.

"Don't rush. Tell me slowly. Your teacher is here!"

Tang San pointed at the medicine pouch Ye Lingling was holding.

"I came out from the dry ravine below and happened to find this place. I was going to gather the herbs first, then send a signal for you all to come over. Who knew Gu Ling would come too?"

"He told me to hand over the herbs. When I refused, he attacked me. Teacher, I clearly found this place first!"

As he spoke, the wound at the corner of his mouth hurt again, forcing him to raise a hand and wipe away the blood.

As for the fact that he had long noticed someone lived here, yet had refused to wait for the owner to return, he did not mention any of it.

After hearing him out, Yu Xiaogang turned and immediately cursed.

"Gu Ling, have you no shame? You couldn't snatch the herbs, so you beat him like this? Do you have even the slightest upbringing?"

Gu Ling glanced at him and laughed instead.

"You didn't even ask who this place belongs to, yet you've already decided I was the one stealing?"

"Xiao San is hurt like this, and you still want to argue?"

"Getting beaten means you're in the right? So if a thief gets