The system came a hundred years earlier, I kicked Beihai Kindergarten

Thinking of this, Wei Qianluo's eyes were wet with tears.

Mother, will I die at the hands of my master?

If you beat me like this every day, I will die, I will definitely die...

I don’t know where I will be buried by then, because there won’t be enough space for me in this palace.

But, giving up...

If you give up, you will go back to that place.

That place is safe, but there is no dignity and no future.

If I stay here, I will die. I might really die...

When Wei Qianluo thought of this, he couldn't help but tremble with fear.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die...

I will endure it for now. When I have a chance in the future, I will definitely escape, escape from the palace.

As long as he is willing to teach me his skills, I will endure it no matter how much he abuses me.

No big deal, I can find it back later...

In Wei Qianluo's eyes, Shen Lang was not nice to her at all.

Apart from forcing her to sit at the table for meals, making her do horse stance, and beating her, he did nothing else.

The clothes and bedding she is using now were brought by herself.

If I smoke for a few more days...

Wei Qianluo felt that if he was beaten for a few more days, he would not have enough clothes to wear.

She didn't know the way to Area B, and she didn't dare leave the small yard for fear of encountering bad people.

Besides, she didn't have much savings and couldn't afford to buy too many clothes...

Squeak.

Just at this moment, her door was gently pushed open.

Wei Qianluo's body trembled.

This is, didn’t you smoke enough just now?

Wei Qianluo couldn't help but tremble.

Countless things that the maids and servants had said flashed through her mind.

The master came to me, laughed ferociously, and whipped me madly with a whip.

Then, the hot wax dripped onto my wounds.

When I screamed, he pulled off my skirt, my pants, and squeezed me hard enough to crush me...

"Remember to take this medicinal bath, Master. Please help her rub her back. I beat her pretty hard."

"Oh my god, you really have the guts to do that!"

Mo Yi came to Wei Qianluo and looked at her bloody back with a look of surprise.

Wei Qianluo heard Mo Yi's voice and felt a sense of security.

Wait, what are they talking about, medicinal baths?

"Why is it so hard to do this? You beat me like this in the beginning, and you did it for more than two months!" Shen Lang said, "Men and women are equal."

"Gender equality? What a fallacy! If there really is gender equality, wouldn't women also be able to become emperors?" Mo Yi said unhappily.

"Then, Master, how did you practice when you first started practicing?"

Mo Yi was silent for a moment.

She suddenly felt that Shen Lang was right to draw.

If you wait until something really happens before you start practicing, it will be too late and you will be left with many regrets.

This is also the reason why she trained Shen Lang very well.

"Okay, you go out first, I'll give her a medicinal bath first... Look at the way you whipped the child, she doesn't even have the energy to talk."

"Hello, hello, grandmaster, hello, master." Wei Qianluo struggled to get up.

"Be gentle. You just finished practicing. Don't damage your blood circulation." Mo Yi touched Wei Qianluo's head.

Looking at the place where Wei Qianluo had been lying before, Mo Yi's blood pressure rose.

"No, disciple, didn't you prepare bedding for her? She is still lying on the clothes!" Mo Yi pointed to the empty bed with only clothes and pillows on it.

Not only that, pillows had to be made of wrapped straw.

"Uh..." Shen Lang's mouth twitched: "Isn't there any in this room originally?"

"Do you think the palace is doing charity?" Mo Yi stretched out his hand to Shen Lang speechlessly: "Money!"

"How many?"

"Ten. She has just started practicing, so she needs to use magical instruments for her clothes, bedding, and pillow." Mo Yi said, "Especially the pillow, which needs to be made of herbs."

"So expensive..." Shen Lang covered his wallet.

"Do you want her to become successful quickly, or do you want her to continue like this?" Mo Yi counted on his fingers, "You can keep accounts for her, and when she has money, you can ask her to pay you back, right? Don't forget, she can get her money back faster than you... Oh, no, she can't get her money back faster than you even if she dies of exhaustion, unless you sell it."

How much money can you make by relying on technology?

In any era, beauty is a diversionary treasury.

Even if Wei Qianluo reached the Divine Sea Realm before Shen Lang, the money he earned would not be much more than that earned by the Thunder Fire Sword...

"Okay, okay..."

Shen Lang handed Mo Yi ten spirit stones.

Fortunately, I am now able to make money, my debts are almost settled, and I can afford to support an apprentice.

After Shen Lang left, Mo Yi said to Wei Qianluo, "Take off your clothes. Don't waste this medicinal bath. He spent a lot of money on you..."

"It costs me a lot of money..." Wei Qianluo opened his mouth, a little confused.

"Yes." Mo Yi pinched Wei Qianluo's cheek: "When your master was practicing, he never used these good things."

Chapter 45 The Magical Shen Lang

After Wei Qianluo entered the bathtub, he looked like a clay doll.

Mo Yi rolled up his sleeves and gently stroked her back.

Feeling the warmth of the medicinal bath and the heat spreading into every part of his body, Wei Qianluo was stunned for a moment.

She originally thought that Shen Lang brought her back to beat her and use her as a tool to vent his anger.

She was even thinking about how to escape in the future. She thought that when she returned from her studies, she would lock Shen Lang in a small dark room and beat him for a few years to vent her hatred!

I never thought that Shen Lang took her in not to vent his anger...

The medicinal bath, and the ten spirit stones...

Wei Qianluo knew his own price too well.

He has never practiced spiritual cultivation, has no family background, and doesn’t even have parents.

People like her are like grass in this world and are not even worth a spirit stone.

If Shen Lang just brought her back to vent his anger, whether it was to beat her or raise her as a slave girl, there would definitely be no need to spend so much money.

For a moment, Wei Qianluo felt somewhat ashamed of his previous thoughts...

Master, he was really guiding me and was so kind to me, like a reborn child, but I had such dirty thoughts...

Wei Qianluo has been bullied since she was a child, and no one has ever been nice to her, so she always thinks pessimistically.

Now that he realized that he had misunderstood Shen Lang, he felt very guilty.

"With your talent, it's only a matter of time before you surpass your master." Mo Yi said as he gave her a massage, "He's just a little careless."

"Master has been very good to me. Actually, there is no need to spend so much money on me..."

"Just use the money I gave you, and repay me when you have the ability in the future." Mo Yi said, "A strict teacher produces a good student. Don't blame him if you get beaten. That's how I taught him. It's better to suffer at the hands of your own people than at the hands of others in the future. If you don't lay a good foundation, you won't know how you died if you run into an enemy in the future."

“Grandmaster, is my aptitude really that good?” Wei Qianluo said hesitantly, “When Master told me that, I thought he was joking…”

"It's rare in the world." Mo Yi said solemnly: "In theory, if you practice after the age of ten, you may never be able to enter the free and easy realm in your life."

"So far, the only two people I have met who are over ten years old and have the opportunity to cultivate to a very high level are you and your master."

Wei Qianluo actually never knew how Shen Lang saw that she had good qualifications.

She had been setting up the stall for so many years, but no monk had ever stopped for her.

Could it be that this one door can show it, but the others cannot?

Only the master and the grandmaster are masters, and the other cultivators are all fakes?

Obviously, Wei Qianluo had no idea about the realm of cultivation. She didn't understand things like the Free and Easy Realm. In her eyes, everyone in Area B was a master.

"How good are Master's qualifications?"

"His qualifications can be said to be extremely poor!"

“Eh?” Wei Qianluo was stunned for a moment: “Isn’t it said that people who practice cultivation are very concerned about their aptitude? How can someone who is so poor at cultivation reach a very high level…”

"Let me put it this way. When I met him, I was stunned." Mo Yi showed a look of reminiscence: "I have never seen anyone with a physique as bad as his. Not to mention warriors, he can't even compare to the physique of a normal farmer."

"Besides, there is nothing special about his bloodline or anything else..."

"Then why did Grandmaster... accept me as your master?" Wei Qianluo was a little curious.

After soaking in the medicinal bath for a while and chatting with Mo Yi, Wei Qianluo no longer felt as much pain.

Even the marks on the skin began to fade slowly.

"Well, when I met him, I told him a fortune. Do you know how amazing it is? I used the hexagram, which is to toss three copper coins. The coins that land on the table have positive and negative sides. I toss them six times in total and use the six results to calculate."

"As a result..." Mo Yi seemed to have thought of something interesting and couldn't help licking his lips: "Even if some people are difficult to calculate, they are not as difficult as your master."

The art of divination can be used to predict the secrets of heaven.

It is difficult to predict the fate of people with peculiar destinies, people with high cultivation, and major events.

The divination skills of the cultivators in this world are not something that can be played around with by charlatans. If a person in the Free and Easy Realm were to tell Zhao Qingyang's fortune, he would be reminded by the fear in his heart before the fortune is told, telling him that he might die before the fortune is finished.

There are also some major events that even the top practitioners cannot fathom.

When Mo Yi was plotting against Shen Lang, he didn't encounter any resistance at all.

"What's it like?"

"It's just... I tossed the coin six times, and all of them stood up. I can't calculate his fate at all!" Mo Yi looked outside: "Do you know? Even monsters and wandering spirits can be roughly calculated, and powerful cultivators will be warned by the heaven. Only him, it's impossible to calculate, as if he doesn't belong to this world. Everything about him is a variable!"

"So... I spent a lot of money and used spiritual medicine to force him to become a monk."

"As expected of you, Master." Wei Qianluo said with emotion, "But if my qualifications are limited... is it really okay?"

Wei Qianluo’s knowledge of cultivation was too superficial, and the theory of aptitude was also deeply ingrained in his mind.

"His aptitude is limited. It's not innate, but acquired." Mo Yi said: "As for more, you won't understand even if I tell you."

When she came into contact with Shen Lang, she discovered something even more magical.

This Shen Lang is like a medicine man!

His body was filled with countless toxins that Mo Yi could not understand.

Anyone who has been poisoned by these should have died long ago.

Suppressed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the poison did not spread. However, if there was no spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the poison in his body would easily kill everyone in the city!

Mo Yi tried every means to help Shen Lang neutralize these poisons.

Also, Mo Yi found it hard to imagine what Shen Lang ate to grow up. His body was full of all kinds of strange impurities, none of which Mo Yi had ever seen before.