Qin Shang was stunned, and didn't feel that his hands were sore—oh no, but at this moment he didn't care about his hot hands, staring at Emperor Xiu with his eyes fixed on him, his eyes as if he was about to swallow his banished immortal's master into his stomach.

Emperor Xiu turned a blind eye to his eyes and placed the bamboo sword horizontally on his hands, with a faint tone: "Reflect on two hours."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

"Master!" Qin Shang raised his eyes.

"Add an hour." Emperor Xiu didn't turn his head and spoke slowly.

Qin Shang was about to speak again, but suddenly thought of the three-hour punishment, and stopped talking. He could only watch his noble and elegant master as if he was descending to earth, gradually moving away.

It was not until the figure in white completely disappeared from sight that Qin Shang retracted his gaze and stared at his swollen palm in a daze. His fingers tried to bend slightly, and the tingling pain was immediately heard. The pain was genuine, without any moisture.

Qin Shang's hands trembled and quickly held the bamboo sword in his hand. He didn't care that his poor hands were so painful that he could hardly hold the sword, but he had to grit his teeth and support him.

But at this moment, what he cared about the most was definitely not the pain, and what was even more painful was not unbearable. Compared to the severe punishment that repeatedly hurt his muscles and bones, these hands looked miserable, but they were not yet to the point where he could not bear it.

But the heart position couldn't help but beating violently. Dongdongdongdong, with his eagerness to confirm a certain fact, the violent heartbeat was heard very clearly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

Qin Shang was nervous, excited, excited, and full of thought. Why didn't the master ask him why the wind came back to the snow? Why did he hit his palm with a bamboo sword? Why did he punish him to kneel down and save him?

After all, before the age of seventeen in his previous life... No, it should be said that before the order to "kill the rod", the master had never beat him with his own hands. Every time he threw a calm order, he disappeared. No matter how heavy the punishment he ordered was, it would cause Qin Shang to suffer, and he would not care how painful it felt under severe punishment.

As for kneeling down and chasing... this kind of punishment for reflection is unprecedented.

The master is not a person who likes to preach, and of course he will not use the kind and gentle way of "kneeling down and silence" as punishment. What Qin Shang suffered in his previous life is more like punishment than punishment.

And the palm of the palm was blamed... it happened when Qin Shang was twenty-three years old?

Qin Shang frowned and recalled that at that time he was in Daxia, he had a misunderstanding because he wanted to choose the number one master. He was heartbroken and grieved himself, but he ended up getting a cold and having a fever, and his master slapped his palm with a folding fan.

As for using a ruler, it was a habit that only came into being when I was teaching Jiuwei later.

But this time, the master changed his habits so early and started doing it himself?

No, it is impossible.

Habits are not so easy to change, and the owner's temperament... is not right. The owner has obviously had more emotions than before during this period. Although it is not very obvious, it is indeed a little different.

So, is it possible that... the master's memory is also reviving, and it is even possible that he has remembered the past?
Chapter completed!