I Jianghu

He was tortured in public during the day, and was used by Nangong Jue to practice at night. He said that the only time that could be regarded as a rest was the pitiful two hours when he was unconscious after practicing.Sometimes Nangong would do it himself, but most of the time he was thrown to those subordinates.They tied him behind the horse, with iron chains on his hands and heavy discus on his feet.When the horse runs, even ordinary people have to use lightness kung fu, not to mention that he is injured all over his body and his physical strength is exhausted.If you slow down a little, you will fall on the ground covered with sand and gravel, and then drag out a long bloody road.As long as he fell down, he couldn't get up. Sometimes they kindly stopped to watch him get up with difficulty, and sometimes they dragged him from the beginning of the city to the end of the city.The originally clean and handsome face was finally stained with blood from scratches.

Yin Yan sometimes thinks, if these people can drag him to death like this, it wouldn't be a bad idea.It's just that Nangong Jue had confessed that he couldn't take his life, so even with such inhuman torture, he was still alive, and someone even watched him for twelve hours to prevent him from committing suicide.In fact, what else is there to see, he doesn't even have the strength to bite his tongue and kill himself now.

The base of his tongue was severely injured, and he could no longer see the hidden words, and now he couldn't even speak.However, these are obviously not in the scope of Nangongjue's consideration. He only needs to be able to pronounce simple syllables in Yinyan, so that he will not lose the fun of torturing people.

Yin Yan was tied to a wooden stake, scorched by the midsummer sun, but he couldn't even sweat.After the heavy rain that day, he didn’t drink water anymore. It’s been two days. It’s not a difficult thing at all, but the torture of the past few days made him extremely dehydrated, and the cold sweat seemed to flow endlessly. In the end, there were faint salt crystals .There were silver needles soaked in medicine inserted in several large points and joints all over his body, which not only restricted his internal strength, but also made his whole body in pain like tearing Ling Chi apart.What was even worse was the melodious sound of the qin reverberating throughout the venue... Nangong Jue's qin, every sound of the qin was mixed with internal force, cutting through Yin Yan's skin like a whip, and shaking into the heart.The sweat that could not be shed was replaced by blood, mouthful by mouthful, dripping down the ground along the corners of the mouth and jaw.The song of high mountains and flowing water, if the scenery in front of me is not too tragic, it would have a bit of elegance in cooking wine and tea.

If he endured the pain of hell this time, would he be able to go to heaven after death?The corners of his chapped mouth smiled lightly. In fact, everything is good. He disobeyed his father, hurt his mother, devoured people's efforts, and calculated his friends. He should be punished.

"Zheng" the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, Nangong Jue was tired from playing, so he changed into a comfortable posture, "It's understandable that Tu Jin didn't come, I didn't expect Yingluo to be so calm. Could it be that I did it? not enough?"

Leaning on the chair, Nangong Jue lazily fiddled with the strings, "Ah, it must be no use knowing it's here. In fact, why bother to see outsiders, she is my woman after all, as long as she pleases me and makes me happy , what else can I not promise her. Hahahaha, speaking of it this way, I really miss the taste of her body, the smooth feel, tsk tsk, and..."

The obscene words stopped abruptly, and Nangong Jue's face felt a burning pain. He slightly raised his hand to touch his cheek, and saw a light red color on his hand. Turning his head again, there was a spot on the ground not far away. A long needle stabbed obliquely on the ground, still trembling.And Yin Yan on the rack was looking at him coldly, with fresh blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Nangong Jue laughed back in anger, "You guy who doesn't have a long memory! He still has the strength to move the acupoints against the pulse. It seems that I really haven't done enough!"

As the footsteps got closer and closer, Yin Yan felt relieved.He was hurt all over, and exerted force, knowing that he couldn't control his strength, but he couldn't bear to hear such insulting words to his mother.It would be good if Nangongjue was hurt, but if not, it could also divert Nangongjue's attention. Now it seems that he has done both sides.

Not surprisingly, there was a sharp pain all over his body, and all the needles in his body were shaken out.Yin Yan coughed twice, before he could frown, two large acupoints on his shoulder blade were tapped, instantly, the tendons seemed to be cut off.Nangong Jue had tortured him before with his hands that split his tendons and bones, and it was the same kind of pain, but this time, Yin Yan knew that it wasn't the power of his hands that split his muscles and bones, but that Nangong Jue wanted to cripple his internal strength!

This method of abolishing martial arts is to abolish the acupoints first, and then abolish the martial arts. There are nearly twenty acupoints up and down, and every time they go to one place, there will be pain like splitting muscles and bones. Some people would rather be directly disabled than use it. Such a method abolishes inner strength.But Nangong Jue seemed to be enjoying it, he moved slowly, his fingers leisurely wandered around Yin Yan's body.

Yin Yan's body twitched and convulsed involuntarily on the torture rack, his expression was already extremely defeated, and fine beads of sweat gushed out of his squeezed/dried body again.In the end, Nangong Jueyi pointed at his dantian, turned his fingers into palms, and slapped down hard.

"Oh!" With a short and suppressed moan, Yin Yan successfully faced the darkness.

"Crash" A bucket of salt water was poured down, but there was no response, another bucket was poured, still no response.The executioner told Nangong Jue that it was because of heavy injuries and severe lack of water that he might not wake up easily.

Facts have proved that it is not easy to wake up, but it does not mean that you cannot wake up.This time Nangongjue served him personally, grabbing a bucket of salt water on the ground, instead of pouring it down, he pinched Yinyan's cheeks and forced it down!The dehydrated body has no way to distinguish between salt water and clear water, swallowing subconsciously in the throat, the salty taste is disgusting, and it will only make people more hungry and thirsty.The tilted angle of the bucket allowed the water to stay quickly, and the salt water that was too late to swallow flowed out of the mouth. The pain of suffocation made Yin Yan subconsciously shake his head and struggle, but his head was firmly fixed by the two people around him. The wound in his mouth touched the salt water, and the pain became worse hair rampant.Under such triple torture, Yin Yan finally slowly opened his eyes.Seeing Yin Yan woke up, but Nangong Jue didn't stop pouring water on his hands, but changed from pouring water fiercely to being extremely patient, pouring water little by little.Yinyan was forced to swallow, and the salt water passed across the injured tongue and throat, like a knife cutting and burning.The body instinctively refused, and the poured water mixed with the coughed water flowed down the corner of the mouth, one by one.The headache was splitting, and the dizziness caused by continuous lack of oxygen made him fall into a coma again. Nangongjue repeated, when Yinyan passed out, he would speed up the flow of water and use suffocation to wake him up. Into little by little fine torture.There was a whole bucket of concentrated salt water, and Nangong Jue didn't stop until it reached the bottom. What was left behind was a heart-piercing insinuation, and in the end he coughed and retched without making a sound.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the body, but the body that had been scorched for a whole day could not feel the slightest warmth. It was trembling slightly. I don't know if it was pain, cold, or because it was almost midnight.The uninterrupted torture every night and night, the pain is really hopeless.Now that he has lost his inner strength, he doesn't feel regretful, and even a little fortunate. In this case, can he usher in death earlier?Nangong Jue hanged his life just to attract his parents, but no one would come, why didn't Nangong Jue believe it?Even if father knew, he would not take risks to become an enemy of the world for himself; and mother, if she knew, she would not come.I remember when I was a child, I ran out of Tianyuan willfully and got lost. Not only did my mother not send someone out to find me, but she even punished him severely after returning.After that, he understood, no longer willful, and also learned not to be extravagant.He is just a dispensable person, if he can be useful, at least his mother will feel a little pity when he disappears.But in the end he messed up, using the life his mother saved, and nothing happened.

In fact, no matter how well he thought about it, he would inevitably have expectations in his heart. Instead of worrying about whether his mother would come if he found out, he would rather not let his mother know.So Lianhui, you must hide it well, send Tu Mu to Muyang Mansion safely, and go back to Tianyuan after Yinyan leaves...

The red-hot pick pierced the skin bit by bit, burned the meridian, and darkness fell. With the sharp pain in the leg, Yin Yan realized very clearly that this time, it is really impossible to go back...

The author has something to say: I asked everyone for their opinions, and they all said not to be picky, but you are still too naive, am I the kind of person who says I don’t pick, hahahahaha~~~~

ps: Work hard, work hard, work hard, and finally finished the abuse in the first chapter, I really want to give sugar, believe me~~~