"Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have gone to the back mountain to feed the fish during morning exercise."
"... Eat the fish."
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"Master, I really made a mistake this time. I shouldn't have teased you while you were teaching."
"... Eat the bird."
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"Master, I stroked your cat..."
"Copy... Ahem... The sect rules three hundred times."
(The first rule of the returning sect: Do not touch the sect leader's cat)
(Chang Yange: I make the final decision on the rules I write [Tsundere hum]) (=｀ω?=)
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Yan Li: "The sword is the blade of the heart. It can be used for killing or protecting. Killing and protecting are just a matter of one thought." As he spoke, he used two sword moves with the same style, but they had two different feelings, one for offense and one for defense.
Chang Yange: "Yeah." He used the same sword style in two moves, which was more powerful than Yan Li's. After sheathing his sword, he looked straight ahead.
"Yeah, not bad. It's just that he talks too little." He patted Yan Ge, who was shorter than him at both ends, and twisted his meticulous hair into a bird's nest. He patted his butt and left. Before leaving, he waved his hand and said, "Practice hard."
I didn't make it clear whether I was practicing sword practice or speaking practice.
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