Chapter 957 (1/2)

Mu Qingzhuo's abnormal performance puzzled all the people who stayed in the punishment hall that day. In the past few days, if Ning Jiaoyun caught a disciple who committed crimes, he would have to use a power stick to fight the other party and complain. He just gave it up. He wouldn't waste too much time asking the reason, let alone that situation. He would praise her afterwards.

But yesterday, Ning Jiaoyun still doesn't believe it is true! At the moment, he stood in the punishment hall, his face covered with a layer of frost, waiting for the arrival of the new hall Lord

But no one knows what changes have taken place in Mu Qingzhuo's long silent heart in the face of Wu Zifeng. Once upon a time, there was a young man standing there with his neck on his back, unwilling to admit his mistakes. Whether it's accusation or punishment, even if he was beaten, his whole body was stained with blood and flesh, but he was always unwilling to lower his high head.

He is no one else, but her son Mu Qingzhuo, Yan Wu.

As the disciples of Fuzong saw, Mu Qingzhuo's temper was very irritable, and some trivial things would cause her towering anger. Only the people around don't know that irritability is just a means for wood Qingzhuo to cover up her inner vulnerability. Only in this way can she not let others see her mood like residual candles in the wind, make her increasingly rickety body look not so old, and make her no longer look so lonely when she recalls the past.

For decades, he lived alone in Fuzong. Yan Wu has never returned to Fu Zong since he was expelled from Fu Zong that time. He doesn't want to, but has no face. He doesn't have a legitimate reason to let him go back.

In the eyes of others, they all think that old Mu is very strict with her disciples, but they don't know that this is an expression of her love. It's sad that iron is not steel. It's sad to see those young girls in their prime. They don't know that if a disciple of Fuzong can only slightly adhere to his own opinions when facing cross examination, and can stubbornly express the twists and turns of things completely, then he will not be interrogated and punished like a storm, but only relieved

That's enough! Let the wood clear and turbid atrium be sealed with dust. But in the following decades, no one and no disciple could remain calm, answer like a stream, and insist on their own identity after entering the punishment hall. Only he Zifeng! Wu Zifeng, who has been late for decades!

But never thought of it. A boy is still Yanwu's disciple.

This is a kind of sadness. In the continuation of sadness, it also nourishes arrogant psychology such as Ning Jiaoyun. That is, the people in the temple of punishment are untouchable. Their decisions are correct, but no human body will feel the bitterness of Mu Lao.

One night long talk, sigh or sorrow, when the dawn comes out, a new day starts again. Zifeng didn't know what kind of mood he left, but an idea became more and more clear in his mind. One day, he must give Yanwu a legitimate reason for his teacher to return to the sect.

It was sunny and sunny the next day. When Zifeng appeared at the door of the dining hall in his gray robe, the dejected people inside were stunned and turned to yelling

”Lao Lao, boss, didn't they hit you?” Wang Qiang jumped up and looked around at Zifeng's injury, but found that Zifeng's whole body was intact and there was no trace of injury. How could this be possible? Just like the punishment hall, you can't think of it if you don't get hurt all over.

Qu you pointed to Zifeng and looked puzzled, ”boss, who interrogated you yesterday? Ning Yan Wang let you go? ” The tone was hasty, and the amazement in the eyes of several people could be seen.