Yan Zhengming felt as if all the bones around him were broken. For a moment, his five senses and six senses failed. He could only see Zhou Hanzheng's condescending gaze, as if in his eyes he was just a bird lying in the dust and not worth mentioning. of ants.
Several people ran over, maybe junior brothers or Taoist boys. They tried to help him up, but Yan Zhengming's legs had no strength at all and he was not struggling at all.
Yan Zhengming didn't know if he fainted at that time. He felt a little dazed, and in the daze, he seemed to hear the voice of his master: "Zhengming, you were born into a wealthy family, you don't know the sufferings of the world, you have never known what adversity is, it is not a blessing for a cultivator, today I will give you the word 'ponder' as a warning."
That was eight years... no, almost nine years ago. He had just joined the Fuyao sect and received the ordination for the first time at Ignorance Hall.
Yan Zhengming had been too lazy to study and practice martial arts since he was a child. He didn't understand it at the time and asked, "What do you mean, Master, what do you want me to think about?"
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