As soon as Yan Hui entered the other courtyard, Chu Feishang was sitting in the other courtyard waiting for him. She was a middle-aged beautiful woman, her appearance was somewhat similar to Yan Hui's, and her temperament was exactly the same cold.

"Where have you been?" Chu Feishang asked indifferently.

Yan Hui lowered his eyes slightly, "Relax!"

"Kneel down!"

Yan Hui knelt down in the courtyard. Chu Feishuang stood up, with a stern look on his face. He lowered his right hand and held the long whip in his hand. Yan Hui's expression did not change, "You even want to lie to your mother. You went to see Nian Jinshu.

"

Yanhui knelt silently and did not answer.

Chu Feishuang raised her whip and landed on Yan Hui's back. The long whip scratched Yan Hui's clothes, and the blood stains gradually stained the red shirt. Yan Hui's eyebrows didn't move, and he knelt straight.

Chu Feishang asked sharply, "Tell me, where did you go?"

"Relax!"

Chu Feishuang was whipped again, and the whip marks tore the red shirt to pieces, exposing the bloody flesh. Cold sweat was gurgling on Yan Hui's forehead. It hurt so much that he couldn't bear it.

He was used to pain.

"Nian Jinshu's qualifications are the most common among the children of this generation's aristocratic families. No one has higher qualifications than her. Because she was born into a good family, half of her life has been smooth. Such a girl is innocent, lively and brilliant. Aren't you very good at it?

Do you like it?" Chu Feishang's tone was gentle, as if tempting him.

Yan Hui said indifferently, "I hate her."

"Who doesn't like such a woman, who is simple and innocent, and my mother also likes her very much." Chu Feishuang held the long whip and sighed sadly, "We are already a marginal sect of the Immortal Sect by night, no matter how qualified Nian Jinshu is.

Damn, you are also the eldest daughter of the Nian family. Since your father's death, you have also been a waste. Don't have wishful thinking and only add to the jokes."

"yes!"

Chu Feishuang seemed to have just realized that she had dealt a cruel blow, and she helped Yan Hui with a motherly heart, with tears in her eyes, "Did Mom hurt you?"

There was blood dripping on the back, and under the torn clothes, there were staggered whip marks, but Yan Hui's expression was indifferent, "Mother, the baby doesn't hurt."

Chu Feishuang sighed melancholy, "It doesn't matter how mediocre the Nian Jinshu's qualifications are. There is a genius brother on it who is as carefree as ever. It's a shame for you. You have been practicing hard since you were a child and have not made any progress. You are tired of being looked down upon by the children of aristocratic families.

, if your father were here, you could still be a happy young master even if your talent was average."

Yan Hui did not answer, he stood indifferently in the other courtyard, cold and arrogant. Xiao Changfeng, the young master of Jiuyun Mountain, became famous in the battle between humans and demons last year. He has become famous in the immortal sect at a young age, but Yan Hui has mediocre talent.

, every year when the disciples of the aristocratic families compete in sword competition, Yan Hui always comes in last, and is ridiculed by the disciples of the Immortal Sect. The Immortal Sect has gradually declined from its heyday, and has become a fringe sect of the Immortal Sect.

The Young Master of Waste is the title people gave him behind his back.

Chu Feishuang hated that iron could not become steel. She had a loving mother's heart, but in the blink of an eye she yelled crazily, "Your father became famous at a young age. He has six arts and is always the first in the family. Why are you so useless? You are such a waste. When will you?"

To avenge your father?"

Yanhui lowered his head, indifferent, Chu Feishuang swung his long whip and hit the ground. There was a vague demonic energy around the long whip.

Yan Huan returned his gaze, and Chu Feishuang smiled coldly, "You must remember that only by destroying love and loving love can you understand the secret and break through the predicament as soon as possible."

"yes!"

Chu Feishuang turned around and left, as if she had never seen the injuries on Yan Hui's body.

As soon as he left, Wuhen, who had been in the corner, hurried over and said, "Young Master, you..."

Yan Hui raised his hand and stopped Wuhen's words. Wuhen helped him sit down. Chu Feishuang's long whip was a famous brand. It was extremely painful when it hit him. The wound split open and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. From childhood to adulthood,

, he was whipped countless times, from crying to numbness, no one knew his mental journey.
Chapter completed!