When Yanhui woke up again, he was no longer breathing the turbid air in the southwest.
The aura here is dense, and it is the familiar breath she has breathed since she was a child.
Chenxing Mountain…
Yan turned back and identified where she was, but the place where she was now was dark and silent, only a beam of light above her head shone down from the ceiling and fell on the ground, revealing mottled shadows.
Yanhui squinted to see, some eyes were dazzled by the sun. I don't know where in Chenxing Mountain I am now.
She wanted to stand up and take two steps, but found that her limbs were wrapped by four heavy chains, and when she moved her head, she felt like she was bound by hard iron blocks around her neck. She raised her hand to touch, and sure enough, the chain was locked around her neck. He looked up and saw that the five chains that locked her were firmly fixed around the entrance of the cave, and there was a French seal beside it.
Yanhui tried to probe into the body, and sure enough, there was nothing in the body, and it was probably sealed. I'm afraid it's impossible to lift her breath and fly out. Fortunately, the chain of the iron chain is long, which does not affect her walking back and forth in this dungeon.
Yanhui sat down cross-legged, not knowing what Ling Xiao's intention was to bring her back to Chenxing Mountain.
And Tian Yao, who was left in the magma of Sanchong Mountain, will it really be boiled into dragon soup...
"Master!" Yan Hui was still thinking here, when Zichen's voice came from outside the hole above his head, and he spoke quickly and quickly, "Master! The punishment for this whip is too heavy, Yan Hui is no longer Chen Xing. Shan disciple, why didn't Master let her go?"
"What's the point of talking too much?"
Hearing Ling Fei's unhurried voice, Yanhui raised his eyebrows, it sounded like there were a lot of people outside. It was Ling Xiao who wanted to whip her, so he invited many people to watch the ceremony
"Now this Yanhui has practiced the magic arts, and she has made great progress. She is still dedicated to helping the demon clan. If she indulges herself, she is afraid that she will harm the world. Since she is a person from Chenxing Mountain, what's wrong with her brother to eliminate harm for the common people."
Sounds like it makes sense.
Yan Hui heard that Zi Chen was silent. Originally, her senior brother was a person who was not good at words, so how could he argue with others.
It was not easy to help her speak at such a time.
There was only a moment of silence outside, and Ling Xiao opened his mouth: "It's noon, I'll be whipped."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yanhui felt the iron chains on his limbs tighten, and he pulled her towards the entrance of the cave, sending her out, and then the chains became stiff in the air one by one, until It became the power that supported and hung her in the air.
Looking down, Yan Hui couldn't help but raise his brows. Uncles and uncles from Chenxing Mountain were all present, and even the eldest disciples from various peaks were standing in line behind.
At the front are Ling Xiao and Zichen Ziyue, as well as a group of brothers and sisters that Yan Hui is all too familiar with.
I'm really watching...
But when Yanhui saw the whip in Ling Xiao's hand, she immediately understood why everyone was standing like this.
Destroying the soul whip, breaking her bones, destroying her immortal roots, and seriously hurting her soul, in this life, there is no possibility of cultivating the Tao, and it may directly make her a waste.
This is undoubtedly the most severe punishment for a cultivator. Since the founding of Chen Xingshan's sect, although the rule of destroying the soul has been established, no one has ever been punished by this. No matter how wrong the apprentice is, many masters can't be ruthless.
After all, it is the child who grew up watching him little by little, and the apprentice that he taught little by little.
But Ling Xiao can do it.
Did she make such an unforgivable mistake in his heart when she cultivated the demon method
Ling Xiao twisted the tactic, the soul-destroying whip in his hand floated into the air, and the long whip turned in the air, dancing a bright red light and shadow, and then slapped her on the body. Yan Hui only felt that the place where he was beaten was numb for a while, and when the second whip was about to fall, there was a sudden pain like a needle stick from the wound.
The second whip fell and hit the same place. It was as painful as a needle stick. The whip seemed to slap the needles through her bones.
Yanhui's uncontrollable lips turned white, she bit her lip, and her eyes were suddenly bloodshot.
The third whip is still the same place!
Yanhui bit her lip, and blood was in the corner of her mouth, but she couldn't feel the pain, because all the pain she could feel in her body was in the place where she was beaten by the whip.
Nine days, eighty-one whips, the place of the whipping is different every day, but every day the eighty-one whips will land on the same place.
However, after seven or eight whips, some disciples below couldn't see it, and lowered their heads in silence.
Zichen's lips trembled: "Master! For the sake of master and apprentice for many years, Master will let Yanhui go!"
Ling Xiao was unmoved, and Ling Fei next to him slanted his eyes, glanced at him, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly as if he was about to speak again. Zichen straightened his robe and knelt down: "Yanhui has been lonely since childhood, and his disposition is inevitably loose, even if he has made mistakes, he has never done anything harmful. Let her go this time!"
Yan Hui had already been beaten by the whip to make her mind blurred, but the voice of Zichen kneeling on the ground and begging came into her ears.
"Master..." Beside Zichen, other disciples also stood two steps out, "Even though Yanhui is at fault, this criminal commission is too cruel..."
Someone spoke, and the disciples behind them all reconsidered softly.
Ling Xiao only looked up at Yan Hui, who was still being whipped, as if he didn't hear the pleas beside him at all, and was unmoved.
Yanhui bit her lip tightly, and even though she had bitten her lip to a pulp, she didn't let out a word of pain.
Stubborn as a stone.
On the first day, Yanhui didn't know how she survived the eighty-one whips. She didn't fall into a coma, and she didn't close her eyes. She kept her eyes open, gritted her teeth, and endured the eighty-one whips abruptly.
When the last whip fell, Yan Hui heard the sound of broken bones somewhere in his body. She didn't know exactly where the injury was, because the whole body seemed to be in pain like not her own.
After the punishment, the chain slowly fell, and Yanhui was put back into the dungeon.
The people outside slowly dispersed.
Yanhui lay on the ground, looking at the sky outside, and soon saw Zichen's worried face appear at the entrance of the cave, he looked at Yanhui below, and said nothing.
Yan Hui, however, tried her last strength and grinned, "Senior Brother." Her voice was extremely hoarse, "Thank you."
Then the sky looked like it was raining, and droplets of water fell on Yanhui's face. Zichen wiped his face, said sorry, gritted his teeth and walked away.
She, the big brother, just likes to take responsibility for herself, so why should he feel sorry for her? It wasn't that he beat her, he did everything he could do for her...
In the evening, when Yanhui was lying on the ground, he could smell the aroma of the food, the smell of the big pot rice cooked by the long-lost Fatty Zhang.
Yanhui moved the tip of his nose twice, looked up at the entrance of the hole, and saw a figure pulling the bamboo basket to bring the things down little by little, and landed next to Yanhui's head.
Yanhui narrowed his eyes to see the figure clearly, and was slightly taken aback: "Ziyue?"
Ziyue's figure froze, but she didn't expect Yanhui to be still awake. She didn't seem to want Yanhui to find out that it was her, so she coughed twice: "Well, it's the big brother who asked me to deliver the meal, hurry up and eat, I'm leaving after eating."
Yanhui propped up slightly and looked into the basket. There was food, chicken legs, and two large chicken legs.
Ziyue knew that she liked chicken legs. When they quarreled before, Ziyue often deducted Yanhui's chicken legs as a punishment. Yanhui is now dealing with the prisoner. How can there be chicken legs in the prisoner's dishes? I don't know how Ziyue stole it from Fatty Zhang...
Yan Hui smiled, took out a chicken leg and ate it, and took two more bites of food.
In fact, she has no appetite, but she still has to force herself to eat, because if she doesn't eat, how can she survive tomorrow's eighty-one whips, she still doesn't want to die, even if her bones are broken, even if she can't cultivate immortality, then she I don't want to die either.
She still has Tian Yao... to save her.
After the vegetables in the bamboo basket were a little empty, Yan Hui saw that there was a small bottle of medicine hidden beside the chicken legs, Chen Xingshan's medicine for traumatic injuries.
It was of no use to her wound from the whip, but Yan Hui accepted it anyway.
"I'm done." She said, Ziyue put the basket back, saw that the medicine in it was gone, Ziyue nodded, and muttered a few words as she left: "What kind of magic tricks are you doing to die? This time we will help you to beg for mercy, if the master is willing to let you go, you will never hang out with the monsters again, if you still do that, you will really be wronged."
Yan Hui laughed when he heard the words.
One smile, the senior sister who had made trouble with her in the past would even beg for her at this time. Second smile, it would be more difficult for Ling Xiao to let her go than Feisheng. Third smile, Ziyue's words...
In fact, the disciples of Chenxingshan are not bad. Immortals and cultivators all want to exterminate demons and slay demons and protect the common people. They are like Xifeng, like Zichen, and even Ziyue. They all have a gentle side. Very good nature, just...
taught wrong.
Demons are not all evil.
Yan recalled these messy things and fell asleep in a daze.
In the middle of the night, the wound was so painful that she seemed to have seen Tian Yao in the half-dream and half-awake haze. Tian Yao sat beside her and looked at her silently.
"Twenty years ago, did you feel the same pain?" she asked him, but got no answer.
But Yanhui didn't need to answer now. She had seen Tian Yao hurt like that on a full moon night before, and she felt as if she had empathized with him. However, Yan Hui now realizes that there is no such thing. Only he knows Tian Yao's pain, and only she knows her pain now.
Being hurt by a loved one in the most cruel way, how painful, only you can experience.
She grabbed his hand and held it gently: "It's funny, at this time, I feel a little... I feel sorry for you."
The person who was holding her hand was just silent.
The next day noon soon came, and Yan Hui was still in the haze when he was dropped.
Just like yesterday, the eighty-one whips were whipped in the same place, but the difference from yesterday is that none of the other uncles and uncles came today. Only Ling Fei watched it for a while, then left without finishing it.
Ling Xiao did not allow any of his disciples to follow him today.
Even after the eighty-one whipping, Yan Hui did not see Zichen and Ziyue.
The chain slowly fell, and took her back to the dungeon. Before landing, Yan Hui glanced at Ling Xiao, but seeing that the corners of his mouth were a little tight, Yan Hui couldn't help but said softly: "Master ."
Ling Xiao was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on Yan Hui.
Yan smiled back: "Do you also feel sorry for me?"
Yan Hui was dragged into the dungeon by chains. The corners of Ling Xiao's lips moved slightly, but in the end, he just lowered his eyes. He flicked his sleeves, and the mountain breeze lifted his robes.