Hu Tutu had slept well, very, very well. She had not even dreamed, sleeping straight through until dawn, as though she had fallen asleep in Mom's arms.
And after waking up, Hu Tutu felt strength filling her entire body and was brimming with energy. It looked like yesterday's medicinal bath had been very useful. She would have to work twice as hard at bathing today!
Hu Tutu encouraged herself as she pushed open her bedroom door.
The moment she opened it, she saw Eldest Senior Brother swinging his paper fan, beating Second Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Brother.
Xiao Feng sat obediently on a little stool, eating without daring to raise his head, afraid the flames would spread to him.
Ouyang's lips flew in fury as he pointed at Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu, who sat on meditation cushions in the courtyard, and cursed them to their faces.
As he cursed, the paper fan in his hand kept rapping Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu on their heads.
Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu kept their heads lowered, obediently letting Ouyang scold them.
The two exchanged a glance, snorted coldly at the same time, and turned away from each other.
"Hmph!"
"Hmph!"
Smack! Smack!
What greeted them was another two blows to their heads from Ouyang's paper fan.
"Eldest Senior Brother, breakfast is ready!" Chen Changsheng came out of the kitchen carrying breakfast, the recording stone in his hand secretly recording every embarrassing moment for Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu.
"Is tearing roofs off a required course for sword cultivators? Huh? All you know is fight, fight, fight! Is cultivating about fighting and killing? Cultivating is about understanding people and the ways of the world!" Ouyang looked at the two rebellious sons, exasperated that iron would not turn to steel, and cursed