Brilliant thorn

"Snapped--"

In the empty sleeping hall, there was a clear sound of whipping, and there were bloodstains on Xiao Jue's chest and back.He knelt on the cold floor, his back straightened, and he was extremely numb to all the pain inflicted on him.

After ten years, he was used to this kind of abuse.

Another whip was whipped straight at his lower abdomen, the tail of the whip swept across his half-boobed lower body, Xiao Jue frowned slightly, he clenched his teeth tightly and did not make a sound.

Cui Yushu likes his quietness and forbearance, which he said are the most basic conditions for a killer.

So in the past ten years, every time he was going to kneel naked and be whipped here in the long lonely night, he used silence to please this old and twisted man.

As long as the other party is happy, it can end sooner.

It's not that he didn't think about resisting, it's just that at first he was powerless and could only endure; now he doesn't care much and is too lazy to fight.

Killing the adoptive father is different from killing passers-by. The former will cause a lot of follow-up troubles. Rather than dirtying his sword, it is better to watch him being beaten by the years with a cold eye.

After all, what Cui Yushu hates the most is getting old, which is also the root of his love of torturing young bodies.

Aging caused him to gradually lose his sense of control over his body, and Cui Yushu became crazy because of this, and he could only rely on the whip to give him power.

In the past Xiao Jue was afraid of him, then he thought he was pitiful, but now he just thinks he is funny.

It's just a skeleton in human skin.

"Jue'er says he likes it, but his eyes clearly say that you don't enjoy it at all." Cui Yushu put the handle of the whip against Xiao Jue's eyebrows, "You, like those people, have the desire to defect, don't you? You also Heart to Chiyue, wishing for my early death, right?!"

Chiyue is what the Central Plains martial arts called the Demon Cult.

Taxian Pavilion originally came from the Demon Sect. Because the Demon Sect has kept a low profile these years and almost faded out of the arena, Taxian Pavilion has gradually slipped away from its control. The Chiyue Sect also seems to be ignorant of all this, and only sends two special envoys every year. Stay in the pavilion for half a month, euphemistically called "connecting feelings", and there is no more involvement.

But Cui Yushu is paranoid and suspicious, especially in recent years. He always thinks that there are demon sect eyeliners all over Taxian Pavilion, and he often talks about "cleaning up the door".

Here it is again.

"This life and this skill are given by my adoptive father," he lowered his brows, "Xiao Jue swears to be loyal to his adoptive father to the death."

"It was given to me by an old man." Cui Yushu raised his hand and slapped him hard on the face, but smiled kindly. "Which person in the pavilion was not picked up by the old man from the graveyard of the corpse mountain? Whose kung fu was not taught by the old man?" ? In the end, all of them are wolf-hearted, thinking how to harm me."

Xiao Jue was beaten until his right ear buzzed continuously, and displeasure faintly flashed across his eyes.

"I gave everything to you. If you have a different intention, the old man will take it back. Your internal strength will be crippled, your minions will be pulled out, and your heads will be chopped off hahahaha——"

Cui Yushu became hysterical, he grabbed Xiao Jue's hair and forced him to look up.

Their foreheads were pressed together, Xiao Jue couldn't help but see his ugliness.

"I would rather kill by mistake than let it go. How about the whole Taxian Pavilion to be buried with the old man? Jueer, do you want to accompany the adoptive father? Your corpse will be guarded outside the old man's coffin day and night, with your favorite corpse next to it." How about this whip?"

Seeing his incoherent speech and moodiness today, Xiao Jue thought to himself that this old man might finally go crazy.

"If you don't say anything, then the old man will take it as your agreement." Cui Yushu's eyes were about to burst, and his withered and thin hands tightly clamped Xiao Jue's slender neck, "Your foster father will fulfill your loyalty and filial piety."

The force holding the throat suddenly increased, the air became thinner, and Xiao Jue's cheeks and eyes became bright red due to the congestion.

In the blink of an eye, murderous intent is ready to move.

Suddenly, the thin hand withdrew again.

"Why didn't you fight back?" Cui Yushu raised his hand and whipped out a whip, hitting Xiao Jue's shoulder.

Xiao Jue gritted his teeth and said hoarsely, "Xiao Jue dare not."

"Really dare not?" Cui Yushu giggled, the wrinkles at the end of his eyes were like dry wood, embarrassing, "Jue'er was only a frail young man, and he dared to kill his mother with his own hands. How did I know that I would not follow in her footsteps and die?" In your hands?"

The eyes of different colors tightened suddenly, and Xiao Jue was whipped again, this time he couldn't hold back, and let out a muffled groan.

Cui Yushu was very satisfied with his showing of weakness, waved his hand and whipped a few more times, and when he felt tired, he waved his sleeve robe and said, "Come here, and serve the old man to sleep."

He took the lead to walk towards the inner hall. Xiao Jue knelt on the spot, staring at the thin figure, with blood dripping from his clenched fists.

"Jue'er, why are you dawdling?" Cui Yushu called him in the inner hall, Xiao Jue was in a trance for a moment.

——What are you dawdling about!Hurry up!You don't have to be afraid that I will turn into a ghost to haunt you after death, I just hope to be reincarnated as soon as possible, and never have anything to do with monsters like you again.

Before the woman died, she urged him in the same way.

She hated him to the bone, and never let him call "Mother", even her death would make his hands bloody.

Xiao Jue seldom recalled her. After he was dug out from the mass grave by Cui Yushu and brought back to Buzhi Peak, he sealed her up completely.

Now it has been gouged out again by Cui Yushu, and it is still bloody and hideous.

Xiao Jue walked into the inner hall naked, blood dripping from the fresh welts ran down his powerful body, ran down his slender legs, and finally left light bloody footprints on the floor.

Cui Yushu had already taken off his outer shirt, untied his hair belt, glanced sideways at Xiao Jue standing in the room with a gloomy expression on his face, raised his eyebrows and said, "But you've only been out for a few days, have you completely forgotten the rules?"

Xiao Jue stared at his profile sadly for a moment, then knelt down: "I remember."

Cui Yushu sat on the couch and waved to him: "Go to the window and wake me up when you kneel down."

Xiao Jue walked to the window on his knees, turned his back to the bed, and knelt straight.

It was getting dark outside the window, and when the silver crescent moon was slanting to the top of the mountain, Xiao Juecai glanced sideways at the direction of the bed.

His breathing was heavy and steady, he should be in a deep sleep.

He got up quietly, picked up a wolf hair from the table under the window and held it in his hand, tiptoed to the side of the couch, and swung the wolf hair down with internal force, straight into Cui Yushu's throat.

The person on the couch suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and rolled into the couch, dodging the blow.

In the dim light, Cui Yushu's eyes were clear, as if he had just been awakened.

"Unfamiliar wolf cub! You really want to turn against me!"

"I wanted to see you die, so I blame my adoptive father for not mentioning her."

Xiao Jue stabbed again, Cui Yushu picked up the dagger under the pillow to block, a spring thunder exploded outside the window, and the two of them poked countless holes in the bedding on the bed.

Although Cui Yushu is old and physically weak, he taught Xiao Jue every kung fu move one by one, and he is very familiar with every attack and defense of Xiao Jue.Therefore, after dozens of rounds, Xiao Jue only injured him in a few places.

More importantly, the wolf hair has been cut off.

"Trash!" Cui Yushu spat, "If you want to take the head of the old man, you may not be able to do it after ten years of practice!"

Xiao Jue turned over and got off the bed, pulled a coat and put it on, then drew a dagger from behind the screen, and stabbed Cui Yushu at the gate of life.

A strong wind blew outside the house, and even a closed window was blown open, and the gust of wind and rain poured into the hall, making it difficult to see.

Just taking advantage of this moment, Xiao Jue jumped up and swung his sword straight to chop Cui Yushu's head. Cui Yushu wanted to retreat, but his figure staggered as if he was hit by something.

Lightning slashed into the house, and the image of blood splattered was projected onto the wall, confused with the ostentatious tree shadows outside the window.

Cui Yushu covered his neck with both hands, but he still couldn't suppress the spurting blood.

Xiao Jue wiped off the blood splashed on his face, smiled and leaned down to take away Cui Yushu's withered and weak hands, "Father, don't panic, Jue'er will cut off your head later, and push the crime to the court." On Tang Yun, rest in peace."

With a muffled sound of "dong", Cui Yushu fell to the ground in exasperation, his scarlet eyes widened, and he refused to rest in peace until he died.

Lightning shot out of the window one after another, illuminating the hall brightly. Xiao Jue knelt beside Cui Yushu's corpse, staring at those dilated pupils for a long time, before he picked up the dagger and cut off Cui Yushu's head.

He combed Cui Yushu's blood-stained gray hair, and then walked behind the screen with the bloody head in his hand.

He suddenly stepped on two stones with his bare feet, and he stopped.

Looking back at the window, there was nothing suspicious except for the tree branches that were crushed like ghosts by the violent wind and rain.

Xiao Jue took a look at the still-closed head, walked to the back of the screen, tapped the wall a few times regularly, and a secret door slowly opened.

This leads to the treasure house of Taxian Pavilion. He went in once with Cui Yushu when he was a child.

A few huge night pearls illuminated the narrow passageway as brightly as day, but after walking a few steps, a stench came over his face which made Xiao Jue frowned.

He has killed many people, so he naturally knows what it smells like.

Xiao Jue covered his nose and walked over, and saw dozens of heads neatly placed in the huge treasure house.

Some are fresh with blood, or some have been rotted, piled up together, facing the direction of the entrance of the passage, which is a bit creepy.

Xiao Jue sneered, walked over and put Cui Yushu's head on the top of the pile, stacked it securely, then turned and walked out.

Walking to the door, he remembered why he turned back and counted the heads, not including Cui Yushu, there were 24 heads here.But it is clear that there are six gate masters and twenty shadow guards lost in Taxian Pavilion recently.

He lit the candle again, and leaned closer to identify the rotten heads one by one, except for the heads of the two sect masters.

Xiao Jue frowned and glanced at Cui Yushu who was on top of the pile of heads, wondering where he threw those two heads when he went mad.

He turned around and went back, dragged Cui Yushu's body into the secret door, and then cleaned the bloodstains in the sleeping hall overnight.

That's why he didn't want to resist before, it was too troublesome, he would rather take a whip to loosen his muscles and bones, but also feel refreshed all over.

The mountain rain swayed all night, and the rain eased a little in the early morning, but it was still lingering.

An urgent cry came from outside the hall, Xiao Jue changed into his own clothes and opened the door of the hall, and saw a shadow guard kneeling outside the door soaking wet, begging to see the pavilion master.

Xiao Jue said without changing his expression: "The master of the pavilion is in seclusion, and no one is allowed to disturb him. If you have something to say, tell me."

The shadow guard didn't think too much, wiped off the rain on his face, and said: "Two more brothers were killed, and they died in their respective dormitory, the leader is missing."

Someone was killed again?Didn't all those headless corpses die at the hands of Cui Yushu?Perhaps the two sect masters who were missing in the skull pile in the dark room were killed by others.

Otherwise, maybe they weren't dead at all, and the headless bodies were just a cover.

And the two mountain pebbles covered in rain and mud in the dormitory last night...

Xiao Jue frowned, pondered for a moment, and said: "The head of the sect, Tang Yun, had a change in his heart, and he killed his fellow sect. I command you to go down and arrest him."

"Master Tang? No way..." The shadow guard showed hesitation.

"To live." Xiao Jue said.

"...Yes." The shadow guard took the order and left.

Xiao Jue raised his eyes and looked at Mengmeng Shanyu. He didn't care who secretly took advantage of Cui Yushu's madness to play tricks. Anyway, the person who used the portrait to cause him to temporarily lose his internal energy would only know if he saw Tang Yun again.