The little daughter of His Highness the King of Hell

evening
  Inside Xiaoqi Pavilion
  After Miaoyuan got the scroll, she lay still on the couch and read the scroll record about the Secret Image Forest attentively, for fear of missing a word.

When Murong Feng left, he told her that when she entered the Secret Forest, he would accompany her there and wait for her to come out outside the forest.

Shuji also said the same thing, but he has to clean up and down Cangling Mountain starting tomorrow, so I'm afraid he won't be able to make it in time to send her in. But when she comes out of the forest tomorrow night, he will go with Senior Brother Murong. Go pick her up.

Murong Feng's punishment was to clean up and down Feng Lingxuan, but since he was the second senior brother, it was okay for him to go over and clean up later.

It is recorded in the scroll that the Secret Image Forest is a back mountain located behind Fenglingxuan and is part of Cangling Mountain. It is one of the few places of punishment in Cangling Mountain.

In addition to some savage beasts, there are also many monsters guarding the medicine flower elves. They don't care whether you are a punished person or an unintentional trespasser. As long as you step into their territory, they will treat you as an enemy. Disposal.

The punishment of the Secret Forest is that no matter which territory or piece of land you stay in the Secret Forest, you have to fight against the monsters guarding that land.

If you're lucky, you only have to fight one. If you're unlucky, you may have to fight a group of monsters.

It is said that among the punished disciples, there was an outstanding senior who fought against twenty-one monsters and eighteen wild beasts before walking out of the Secret Image Forest. He was very powerful.

After Miaoyuan almost remembered the monster inside and the area it guarded, she left the scroll and went to sleep.

As for other ferocious beasts in the forest, she is not afraid of them.

Because of her, the big monster Yidian came to help.

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hibiscus mountain

Xuanting courtyard
  After Hua Rong changed the medicine for him, she used an ice cloth to apply cold compress on his forehead for a while, but the high fever in his body did not subside and kept coming back again and again.

"What should I do?" Hua Rong turned to Nan Kui and asked, "It's been a whole day. Since this morning, the junior brother's body has been so hot that it won't go away. How can it be so bad?"

"It's okay. Don't worry too much. Mo'er has a high fever caused by the whiplash on his body. As long as the cold air doesn't enter the body and the wound becomes inflamed, it will be fine."

Huarong took away the cloth from his forehead, "Then his body now..."

"I'll prepare some antipyretic decoction and bring it to him later. After you feed it to him, see if it can reduce the fever?"

"Okay, okay, then I'll trouble you, Commander Nan."

"It doesn't matter, this is what I should do." Nan Kui glanced at the unconscious Han Mo, sighed and left.

Mo'er has been frail and sick since he was a child. Unexpectedly, after entering Mibiscus Mountain, his condition became worse and scarred.

Hua Rong threw the cloth into the water and wanted to dip some cold water into it to ice him, but he woke up without turning around.

"Hiss..." As soon as Han Mo woke up, he felt pain all over his body, as if he had been beaten. The scene of being whipped and scolded by the master last midnight slowly came back to my mind. Wasn't it just that I was beaten?

He remembered that it seemed that Senior Brother Long Sheng came over in the end.

"Hey, junior brother!" Hua Rong was so frightened that she quickly threw the towel in her hand into the copper basin, turned around and helped him sit up, and said happily: "You are finally awake. If you didn't wake up, I would have thought you were burned out. "I'm here..." Han Mo couldn't help but touched his cold forehead, his expression still a little confused, what was wrong with him.

"You have a fever and have been burning for a day. There is nothing we can do, so I asked Master Nankui to come down the mountain again."

"Aunt Nan?" Han Mo opened the quilt and made a gesture of getting down.

"Hey, don't move. Teacher Nan has already left. She said she was going to prepare medicine for you. If your fever doesn't go away tonight, I'm afraid you will get worse."

"I..." Han Mo paused for a moment, as if he had just reacted to the pain in his body. He began to feel pain in waves. Mixed with the icy and cool ointment feeling, it was very itchy and unbearable. He wanted to go into the ice pool. Stay for a while.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Seeing him like this, Huarong was at a loss and didn't dare to touch him. "Mr. Nan said that your injury is serious and you won't be able to recover for three or two months."

"Three...three or two months?" His voice was a little hoarse, and the look in his eyes when he raised his head was even a little unbelievable. Is it actually going to take such a long time?
  Huarong said solemnly: "Mr. Nan said that your injury is very serious and I'm afraid you won't be able to practice in a short time. What do you think?"

Han Mo slowly lowered his head, hurt by what he said, and secretly distressed. How did that happen……

You won't be able to practice in a short period of time.

"Your body is already weak, and you have suffered new injuries before the old ones healed. You did not take a good rest and did not take these injuries to heart. This time, you were severely punished by the master with the original whip, but you were not injured all at once. Is it fundamental?!”

"If you ask me, just take out the Yixiang Pearl that Junior Sister Miaoyuan gave you and eat it! Otherwise, your injury will get worse and you won't be able to cope with it for even three or two months."

"Don't forget, the master has decided for you to attend the sacrificial ceremony after three months. If you are not fully recovered after three months, you may be abandoned by the master."

"Ha," Han Mo smiled lightly with his pale lips, abandoning him as soon as he abandoned him. He really didn't need any master to discipline him now.

He didn't care at all for a master like Elder Hua who punished him every three days and scolded him every day.

If his current status as a disciple hadn't constrained him, he would have really wanted to compete openly with Hua Qinyan to let him see where this person's original consciousness lies? How did he get the position of great elder?

Hua Rong sighed and sat down beside his bed, "I know that you must bear grudge against Master for punishing you this time, but those of us who are disciples have come here like this."

Han Mo whispered back to him, "I know, senior brother, but I don't want to follow your old path."

He didn't want to be like them. Only after suffering countless scars, whippings and scoldings could he achieve his high position today.

He wanted to climb up step by step and rely on his own knowledge, instead of being knocked to the ground like a vicious dog and unable to get up like yesterday.

He couldn't agree with this teaching method.

"Junior brother, you don't understand Master -" Hua Rong wanted to say something more to him, but she saw him pulling the quilt over his head and slowly lying down, obviously not wanting to hear more from him. .

"Alas," Hua Rong looked sad, and really didn't know what to do.

He is a small closed disciple. Although he does not agree with the master's educational methods and educational concepts, he is only one of the many disciples under the master. How can he propose and persuade?
  For example, their eldest brother, Senior Brother Longsheng, has only a handful of opportunities to speak in front of the master, let alone them.

This matter is, after all, a knot in the master's heart that cannot be opened. The only ones who suffer are them, the disciples.