Shao Xun took off his armor with Wang Queer's help and moved around for a while. Then he felt some tearing pain in his left arm and chest. It turned out that he was injured.

"Master Shao." The students gathered around and stared at the wounds on his body.

Wang Que'er trotted away, fetched hot water, and carefully cleaned the wound.

Mao Er held a clean cloth and wound medicine, preparing to wrap the wound.

"Haha." Shao Xun laughed twice. Looking at the young men, the hostility in his heart faded away.

"On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyesight. No matter how outstanding your skills are, you will inevitably get injured." He said: "However, compared with you being able to study and train with peace of mind, these injuries are nothing."

"Master Shao..." A child's eyes were red and he almost cried.

"Man, what are you crying for?" Shao Xun said with a straight face at first, "Even if we die on the battlefield and be buried in horse leather, this is the fate of us warriors, why do we regret it?"

After saying this, his face softened a little, and he changed his tone and said: "If you really feel sorry for yourself, study hard, train rigorously, strive for excellence in academics and martial arts, and make continuous progress. In this way, I feel very relieved and fight hard. I feel more energetic when I wake up.”

"I sincerely follow Master Shao's teachings." Everyone responded one after another.

"There will be broth to drink in a while. It's the time to grow, haha." Shao Xun waited without changing his expression until Mao Er finished bandaging the wound, then stood up and gently patted the shoulders of the children and teenagers.

In the corner of the courtyard, a young man in a brocade robe watched this scene quietly, with surprise in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he moved forward and walked towards Shao Xun.
Chapter completed!