Jianling

The so-called "let all the disciples under the sect carry out the punishment", as the name suggests, it means to cut off the ties between Meng Wubei and everyone in the Bichen sect.

Qing Ru looked coldly at the disciples who retreated one after another, but fixed her gaze on the bewildered Qing Zheng, and said, "Junior Sister, you should be the first."

Qing Zheng widened his eyes in astonishment, met Qing Ruyao, and finally lowered his eyelids and said softly, "Yes."

Meng Wubei was still kneeling on the bluestone, the sun jumped down from his snow-white Taoist robe, he knelt upright, quietly waiting for the so-called "punishment".

Qing Zheng stepped forward, holding a thin and long cane with some barbs growing on it, Meng Wubei looked at her sideways, Qing Zheng's face was pale, but his expression was as cold as ice, only slightly The furrowed brows revealed her sadness.

"Up and down the Bichenmen, 110 and seven people are here today holding the whip. Meng Wubei, can you plead guilty?"

She is not good at these occasions, she is the most quiet and well-behaved woman, and she does not like to do evil to others.Meng Wubei closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Qing Zheng bit his lip, and waved his hand fiercely, the whip brought up a gust of wind, which burst out like thunder and lightning, and slammed on Meng Wubei's back fiercely.The young man's not-so-broad shoulders trembled suddenly, and his body trembled slightly, but he didn't make a sound, but cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and those barbs scraped across his skin, leaving several bloodstains.

One whip.

Qingzheng cleared his throat, turned to look at the group of disciples who were still retreating, and said, "Qingchen."

The disciple who was called was stunned for a moment, but seeing Qing Zheng handing him a whip, he could only bite the bullet and stepped forward, took it with both hands, and stood hesitantly behind Meng Wubei, carefully gesturing how to avoid Meng Wubei. Sadly, the scars on his body have been drawn out by Qing Zheng.

Another whip fell.

Qing Ru frowned imperceptibly, and raised her voice, "Are you tickling him?"

Qingchen chose to pretend to be deaf shiveringly, and hurriedly said as if seeking refuge: "Qingyun!"

Qingyun was full of astonishment, and glared at him angrily, but he didn't dare to disobey Qingru, so he could only take the whip and whip it hard like a perfunctory one, Meng Wubei trembled even more, but he heard Qingyun tremble: "No, worry-free."

At No. 20 Nine Whips, Meng Wubei could no longer find a clean spot on his back that could allow them to carefully select it without being injured.

At No.40 seven whips, Meng Wubei's hands were involuntarily placed on the ground to support his body so as not to fall.

No.60 At the time of the three whips, Meng Wubei's eyes turned dark, and his back was in burning pain. He felt that his five senses were much duller. At this moment, he heard someone calling, "Wuhuan."

Meng Wubei woke up instantly.

He couldn't help turning his head to the side, and met Shang Wuhuan's eyes filled with tears. The little girl carved in pink and jade was so red that her eyes were red from crying. look like.Meng Wubei was not good at words, and it was the same at this time, he didn't have the energy to say anything more, he just opened his eyes tiredly, then turned his head back, waiting for the whip to fall.

"Why?" Wu Huan said, she still spoke with a nasal voice, so she couldn't hear clearly.

Meng Wubei was shocked all over.

She couldn't wait for an answer, so she lowered her head and raised her whip hand high.

"Eldest brother, it would be nice if you just died?"

Wu Huan whipped down the whip, the barb pierced deeply into Meng Wubei's flesh, and pulled it out again violently, gouging out small pieces of flesh, blood gushed silently from the small wound, but Wu Huan did not Ken gave up, her eyes were full of tears, and she raised her hands high again.

Qing Zheng's intuition was not good, he rushed forward quickly, and said in a voiceless voice: "Wu Huan, stop!"

But she is too late.

This time, what Wuhuan raised was her crispy sword.

The Diansu sword pierced out from under Meng Wubei's ribs. Meng Wubei froze for a moment, then slowly lowered his head, looking at the Diansu sword that was stained red with blood, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but only Blood gushed out one after another, his eyes darkened intermittently, his ears were buzzing, but he could no longer hear other people's words clearly.

Meng Wubei raised his hand to cover his mouth that was vomiting blood, and Wuhuan burst into tears behind him.

There was a lot of chatter, and suddenly there was chaos.

Meng Wubei's body finally fell down, not as tragic as a hero, and not necessarily strong, he just softened like a mortal, and the wound was still bleeding out desperately.

Qingzheng raised his eyes to look at Qingru in a panic, Qingru returned her silence.

"What's the mess? There are still 53 whips."

Qing Zheng looked at her most trusted senior brother in disbelief, but Qing Ru stopped looking at her, and just said coldly: "Bring cold water here and wake him up."

"Brother-"

"Pull Qingzheng down." Qing Ru paused, and then said, "Wuhuanmu has no rules, let's pull down together."

Wuhuan stood together with Qingzheng silently, a few disciples came from the crowd, and saluted the two of them, Qingzheng wanted to say more, but Wuhuan held his hand, and dragged him away from Qiongtai Temple in silence .

The cold water was carried into Qiongtai Temple, it was as clear as silence for a moment, and after waving his hand, a disciple scooped up a ladle and poured it on the wound on Meng Wubei's back.

Meng Wubei's body trembled violently, but his consciousness still did not recover.

The blood under his body was diluted, but spread out even faster, staining a large piece of bluestone red, and several disciples stepped back quickly, not daring to stain it in the slightest.

Qing Ru frowned, and said coldly, "Pour it together."

Before he finished speaking, a low and hoarse male voice came from outside the audience: "Wait a minute!"

The visitor was dressed in brocade clothes, the jade hairpin was inserted at an angle, his hair was tied up loosely, his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, his figure was as light as a cloud, and he was actually of the same style as Wen Xu.

But he was obviously not Wen Xu.

Although the young man was dressed in brocade clothes, his appearance was beautiful, but his eyebrows and eyes were loose and lazy, like Zhilan, with a noble and elegant demeanor, and he did not see the luxurious and luxurious color of Yundu.

Xiao Shuhua just put the burden aside, bowed to Qingru, and smiled at Yan Yan: "Ask for Jun's safety. I'm Xiao Shuhua, come to take the punishment for Meng Lang."

Qing Ru immediately jumped up against the table, and said angrily, "You are Xiao Shuhua!?"

"Don't be in a hurry to send a message to Wen Zongzhu to wash away Meng Lang's grievances--I and Meng Lang are willing to love each other, what grievances can we have? Instead, I will be handed over to Wen Zongzhu, which will make the Bichenmen and Huanxi sect traitors more complete." Fame, the suzerain is taking this opportunity to raise the banner to find you unhappy." Xiao Shuhua took off his brocade robe neatly, revealing his snow-white undershirt, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "53 questions?——please."

Qingru was furious, pointing at him and cursing: "Shameless! It's you who caused Wusai to teach him these things..."

"Don't be angry." Xiao Shuhua shook his head and sighed softly, "Even Meng Lang himself understands, why don't you want to recognize it? Meng Lang has a world in his heart, embarrassing the important task of the head - that's why he decided to leave The reason. Leaving the teacher's school for a man, you despise him too much."

"Strong words make sense!"

Xiao Shuhua shrugged helplessly, pointed to his back, and winked at the crowd: "Taoist priests must be merciful, Hua'er has never learned martial arts."

A disciple scolded sharply: "Monster!"

Xiao Shuhua had no choice but to sneer, knelt down in good order, reached out to gently pick up Meng Wubei's wet clothes to prevent it from growing together with the wound, and took out a small A jar of ointment, and carefully spread it on Meng Wubei's scars.

Qingru's expression was complicated, she was silent for a long time, and finally said: "For the remaining 53 lashes, you will be punished on your behalf."

Xiao Shuhua kowtowed to him neatly, and said briskly: "Thank you, Daoist Lord."

The sun is about to fall, and the birds are startled.

There were few people in Qiongtai Temple, only one figure knelt silently on the bluestone ground, holding another seriously injured boy in his arms.

Qingru and the rest of the disciples had already left, and they left without saying a word, tacitly allowing Xiao Shuhua to stay here for a while.So only two people were left in Qiongtai Temple, one kneeling and one lying down, and the bloody lotus winding on the ground.

Xiao Shuhua said that he had never learned martial arts, but his internal strength was profound. He had received 53 lashes, but he still looked unscathed. Ignoring the hideous wounds on his back, he only looked at his silent and smiling expression, and thought he was just looking down at the mountains Chunjing.

Qingzheng and Wuhuan came late, only to see the young man turn around with a bright smile: "Good evening. Are you here to find Meng Lang's body? Unfortunately, he is still alive."

Wu Huan's eyebrows and eyes were cold and stern, and when she saw him, she almost went crazy, Dian Sujian swept across, but saw Xiao Shuhua unhurriedly raised his wrist to block it, and actually took her white sword empty-handed, still chuckled lightly: "Just rely on You two can't beat me. My death will only be for Meng Lang's love, so don't waste your time, little girl."

Tears welled up in Wuhuan's eyes again, and he cursed bitterly, "Monster!"

"Huh?" Xiao Shuhua tilted his head, "Because you wanted to kill him, but I saved him, so you scolded me?"

"Senior brother, he is not such a person! He will not want us, senior brother, he, senior brother, he only wants the master to be good, we are family!"

Xiao Shuhua was stunned for a moment, then gave her a funny look: "Family? Then you are his sister?"

Wu Huan choked with sobs and said, "I am the brother's wife!"

"Pfft——" Xiao Shuhua couldn't help but waved his hands quickly, and looked seriously into Shang Wuhuan's red eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you. Do you worship him? Is he your god?"

"...My senior brother and I both believe in Tianzun!"

Xiao Shuhua threw her a provocative look lightly, and said with a smile: "It really is a little girl."

"Your senior brother doesn't believe in Tianzun, he and I are fellow travelers." Xiao Shuhua blinked, and continued, "We all only believe in ourselves."

Qing Zheng grabbed Wu Huan who was about to get angry, she moved her lips, but in the end it was just a silent long bow.

"Young man, please take good care of Wu Bei." She paused, and said, "Wu Bei is addicted to spicy food, but he is seriously injured now, please be sure to supervise him. Wu Huan's words are innocent, and Pindao apologizes for her."

"Thank you for saving Wusai's life today. It has nothing to do with the Pichenmen, and I owe you a fortune for clearing this life."