Elder Yuheng was punished for breaking the precepts. It was like a matter of wings. It didn't have to wait until the next morning. Almost everyone in the sect knew about it that night.
Two hundred sticks and sticks were exchanged for ordinary people, and I was afraid that they could be beaten to death. Even a cultivator is enough to drink a pot.
Xue Meng jumped up after learning about it: "What?! Master went to the discipline court?"
"Young Master, please go and talk to the Honorable Lord, Master is already injured, two hundred sticks, how can he survive?"
Xue Meng is about to go crazy: "My father? No, my father is still in the snow palace and has not come back. The flying pigeons will at least arrive the next day. Why don't you stop the master?"
Mo Ran and Shi Yan glanced at each other.
Stop Chu nightning
Who in the world can stop him
"No, no, I'm going to find him." Xue Meng hurriedly ran towards the discipline court. Before entering the courtyard, I saw a group of disciples of the precept elders blocking the entrance of the main hall, whispering something.
"What are you doing with the pestle? Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
"Little Lord!"
"Ah, the young master is here."
"Let me go, the young master is here."
The disciples quickly separated from each other and made way for Xue Meng. The door of Qingtian Temple is open, and Chu nightning sits in it, his body is straight, and his eyes are closed. The elders of the precepts hold the iron rod in their hands, and are reciting the law of the dead and life. After reading one, the iron rod will be slapped on the back of Chu Wanning.
"The 91st law of this sect, do not indiscriminately hurt innocents, do not immortal art against the mortal, under the stick, do you have any resentment?"
"No complaints."
"The 92nd law of this sect, don't act rashly, don't take advantage of yourself, under the stick, do you have any complaints?"
"No complaints."
The precept elders dare not be soft-hearted, and can only execute them impartially. More than 90 sticks came down, and Chu nightning's white robes were all stained with blood.
Xue Meng respected Chu Wanning the most, seeing bloodshot eyes in his eyes, shouting: "Master!"
Chu nightning turned a deaf ear, still closed his eyes, and frowned slightly.
Elder Commandment looked at the door and said in a low voice, "Elder Yuheng, the young master is here."
"I'm not deaf, I heard it." Chu nightning's mouth poured out of congestion, but he didn't raise his eyes, "His children are noisy, don't worry about it."
Elder Commandment sighed: "… Yuheng, why are you doing this?"
"Who makes my disciples always disobedient." Chu nightning said lightly, "If I am not punished according to the law today, what face will I have to discipline others in the future."
"… "
"Go ahead."
"Ah..." Elder Jiedyue looked at his pale and slender neck, which protruded from the edge of the wide collar, hanging down like a thin smoke, and couldn't help saying, "Then it's at least lighter?"
"...What's the difference between this move and deception." Chu nightning said, "Don't worry, it's only two hundred sticks, I can bear it."
"Elder Yuheng..."
"Precepts, you don't have to say more, continue."
The iron rod finally fell again.
Xue Meng's voice was distorted: "Elder Commandment! You don't stop fucking? Where did you put this young master? You beat my master!! It's my master!!!"
The precept elders had to bite the bullet and pretend not to hear.
Xue Meng's lungs are about to explode: "Did you not hear the dead old man? I ordered you to stop! You, you have to dare to hit him again, I, I, I-"
He and I have been with me for a long time, and I can't think of anything to say. After all, he is only a fifteen-year-old boy. No matter how he is, his strength and qualifications are far less than that of the elders. if-
"I told my dad to go!!!"
Precept Elder: "..."
Chu nightning sighed imperceptibly.
Ninety-seven sticks. Ninety-eight sticks. Ninety-nine sticks. One hundred sticks...
The clothes were all torn, and the blood was dazzling.
Xue Meng couldn't bear it any longer. His eyes were red, and he was about to rush in, but Chu nightning suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and waved, and a barrier was cut down in an instant, blocking the door, and Xue Meng bounced back a few steps. Almost fell to the ground.
Chu nightning coughed blood, turned his eyes, and a pair of fierce phoenix eyes slanted.
"Disgraceful, go back!"
"Master!"
Chu nightning sternly said: "When can the young master of the top of the dead be able to order the elders of the discipline to bend the law for personal gain? Why don't you get out!"
Xue Meng stared at him, his eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be water beads spinning inside.
Mo Ran touched his chin next to him, and the corner of his mouth still had the kind of curl that seemed to be absent: "Oh, it's not good, Phoenix is going to cry."
Hearing this sentence, Xue Meng turned back suddenly and smashed the ink, and the tears in his eyes were red, but he couldn't let the tears roll down.
No complaining, no talking back.
He climbed up from the ground, lowered his head, gritted his teeth and brushed off the dust on his body, and then knelt down towards the Qingtian Palace: "Master, this disciple is wrong."
Chu nightning is still being tortured by an iron rod, and his back has never been bent, but his face is pale and his forehead is full of fine cold sweat.
Xue Meng stubbornly said: "But I won't go, I will accompany the master."
After all, I can't stand on my knees.
The ink burning white eyes will turn to the sky. Xue Meng, Xue Ziming, the proud son of the sky, but alone in front of Chu Wanning, humbled to the core. In front of others, it is a phoenix, but in front of the master, it can become a quail. If it wasn't for sure that Xue Meng didn't like men, Mo Ran would suspect that this guy was probably interested in Chu Wanning, and he would be so determined to die without regrets. When the master hit him on the left cheek, this little quail could smack the right cheek too.
Take it, take it.
It's really dog-legged.
Although I was contemptuous in my heart, I didn't know why the cheeks were sore, and the ink burned and stared at Xue Meng. After staring for a while, the more I looked, the more unpleasant I felt, and I felt that he couldn't let him show his loyalty alone.
Chu nightning didn't like himself at all. If Xue Meng made such a fuss, would Chu night rather be more eccentric in the future
So he simply knelt down and knelt beside Xue Meng.
"I am also with Master."
Of course, the teacher knelt down, and the three disciples were all kneeling and waiting outside. After hearing the news, the disciples of the other elders came to the Discipline Court to watch the excitement under various names.
"My God, why is Elder Yuheng..."
"I heard that they beat ordinary people in a fit of rage."
"Ah! So fierce?"
"Shh, whisper, Elder Yuheng heard it and turned around and slapped you!"
Someone else: "Why is the young master kneeling?"
"Young Master Mo is also kneeling..."
Mo Ran is handsome and sweet, and I don’t know how many girls I have earned on weekdays to repair goodwill. At this time, someone can’t help but feel pity and whisper: "I feel sorry for Mo Gongzi, what should I do, do you want to beg for mercy? ."
"Let's not take care of their master and apprentice affairs. You can go if you dare. I'm a coward anyway. Do you remember that senior sister who was beaten hundreds of times by Elder Yuheng..."
"..."
Two hundred sticks completed.
The barrier was finally removed.
Xue Meng quickly got up from the ground, and ran to the Qingtian Temple, and got close. When he saw the appearance of Chu Wanning, he shouted "ah" and turned his head to grab the elder of the precepts. Collar: "You dead old man, won't you play lightly!!!"
"Xue Ziming." Chu nightning closed his eyes, his blood-stained lips opened and closed, and his hoarse voice revealed an invisible deterrent.
"… "
Xue Meng's knuckles clucked, and he pushed the elders of the precepts violently, letting go of the people. At this time, the ink burned also came. He was still smiling. He felt that the elders of the discipline would definitely take into account the identity of Chu Wanning and would not make a heavy hand. But looking down at Chu Wanning's injury, suddenly, the smile on his face froze.
Chu nightning didn't tell the elders of the discipline that he had a shoulder injury? !
The two hundred sticks, more or less, smashed into the old scar on his shoulder.
New wounds stack old wounds.
Chu night Ning you...
crazy? !
His pupils shrank sharply, and a strong resentment welled up in his heart.
Mo Ran didn't know what he was resenting, or what he was angry with. He only felt a fire in his stomach, the burning internal organs were scorched, and the six internal organs were scorched. He is accustomed to Chu nightning being tortured to death by himself, smashing his self-esteem and tarnishing his whiteness. But Mo Ran can't bear the scars of Chu nightning, but it was beaten by others!
Probably because he didn't forget the past in his life, Mo Ran subconsciously felt that this person was his own, that this person was dead and alive, hated or hated, it was all his own.
He didn't care that Chu nightning was punished, that's why he thought that Chu nightning was an elder, and the two hundred sticks would definitely not be a severe punishment.
At the very least, it will avoid the wound on his shoulder that has not yet healed.
But Chu nightning didn't say it! Don't say it! What is this lunatic doing? What are you holding back? What are you foolishly insisting on? !
There was chaos in his head, and Mo Ran wanted to raise his hand to help him, but Xue Meng was already one step ahead of him, holding Chu Wanning and helping him.
"..." The ink-burning hand hung in the air, and after a while, it was put down again.
He watched Xue Meng help Chu Wanning go far, and he didn't know what it was like.
I want to follow, but I don't want to move away.
The past life is over.
Today, Chu nightning is just his master.
Between them, any chaotic, hateful, charming entanglement has not happened yet.
He shouldn't have thought like that. It doesn't matter who Chu nightning is beaten, who is supported, or who loves to be with, even if he is killed, it has nothing to do with him.
The teacher came to him: "Let's go, let's go and see with the young master."
"I don't go, it's enough to have Xue Meng. I can't help much. Too many people will add chaos." The ink burned the same, but the heart was a little messy.
He really didn't understand what he was feeling right now.
Is it hate
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Xue Meng
Word: Ziming.
Posthumous name: This person never died
Occupation: His father is the king of the mountain, he is the young master of the king of the mountain
To put it simply: the second generation of mines
Social Appearance: Outstanding Immortal Cultivators who have not yet graduated
To put it simply: Unemployed youth
Current Favorite: Some people praise him, praise him, praise him to death
Favorite food: hot pot, to be abnormally spicy
Dislikes: No one praises him
Height: 169 at present, 178 when fully grown