wait until the fireworks cool off

But I ignored him like this, so wolf-hearted, what is the difference between me and that Xiong Rentian?

If there must be one person to be the target of public criticism, it's me.

I finally went to the grave to kowtow to the whole family, and then returned to the campsite.

When I returned to the camp, I found that everyone was awake, because I disappeared, they thought I was in danger, and they were going to find me.Senior brother Zihua, who has always been flattered and humiliated, turned pale when he saw me.I knew he must be frightened by me, because I was covered in blood at the moment, and I was still holding a bloody dagger in my hand.

I was surprisingly calm and said to him, brother, I killed someone.

Ying Yun's Extra Story: Life and death are separated from each other

The Great Hall of Changliu was dead silent.

I was chained and knelt in the hall, looking down at the dazzling light on the floor tiles.The uncle who is the head of the sect is sitting in the middle of the hall, my master is standing on one side of His Highness, and the head of the nine pavilions is on the other side.

Just now they were really noisy for a while, in order to execute me.

Some people say that such a serious crime should be pushed up to the Zhu Xianzhu and executed by crucifixion, so as to set the record straight.

Someone said, there is still an inside story, and the ecstasy nail is too heavy, it would be better to execute him with karmic fire.

Listening to their serious discussions, I really wanted to laugh three times in my heart!

I know I'm damned, but I still feel cold.Thinking of how eloquent they were when they lifted me into the sky not long ago, it's even hard for me to believe that these words came from the same group of people!

Now that life and death have been decided, why bother to put on an air and give poor kindness?

I disagree.

Master's voice floated out coldly.

The arguing stopped in an instant, and there was a dead silence.

It took a long time for Elder Zhengde to break the dead silence first. He is the head of the Discipline Pavilion and has the most say in this matter.

Xianzun, what does this mean?Killing someone is a capital crime, but killing a mortal without immortal power is even more sinful!Is it possible that because of Xianzun's disciple, he must bend the law for personal gain?

Yun'er didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, he only killed his enemies, those people's lives were not wronged.Although murder is a crime, there is an excuse for this matter, and the crime does not amount to death.

Xianzun's words are wrong.The fairy world has never been involved in mortal grievances. Once you enter the fairy gate, you should cultivate yourself with a pure heart, abandon greed and foolish desires, and love the common people.How can you be a disciple of the immortal sect who despises the sect rules like this and wields the butcher's knife recklessly?

Purity and self-cultivation, fraternal love for the common people?The unjust case did not happen to the first seat back then, and the first seat said it was so easy!

Master sneered.

The head of the Discipline Pavilion became annoyed and said, Qing Yu, as the head of the palace, you don't reflect on yourself when you sit down and commit such serious crimes, but you openly protect them. Do you still have the rules of long-term sects in your eyes?The head of the sect, if this matter is left to him, the long-term sect rules will be useless in the future.

In a brief silence, I heard Master say a word.

If Yun'er died because of this incident, Changliu's family rules would be a hypocritical lie.

Everyone was stunned.

I was also taken aback.

I didn't expect that Master would save me after I committed such a serious crime, and I didn't even expect that Master would challenge the authority of Changliu's sect rules in order to save me.

The first seat of the Discipline Pavilion drew out the sword, and the sword was shining with silver light.He said angrily, Qing Yu, you are so courageous, how can you allow you to blaspheme your reputation for a long time?Today I'm going to clean up the house for the elders of Changliu!

The master's body burst into blue light, and the light turned into hundreds of wooden vines, like a group of snakes growing out of the ground, coiling around the stone pillars in the hall.

you try.

His voice was as dark as Shura's.

Master is practicing wood-type magic, this is one of his lore, as long as he is willing, Changliu hall can be turned into powder in an instant.

I was petrified, and quickly ran two steps forward, kneeling between the two people who were at war with each other.

Master, Uncle Zhengde, don't do anything.It is all the disciple's fault, and the disciple is willing to subdue the Dharma.

Yun'er retreated!

Master said angrily.

Stop it!

The master master sternly shouted.

Elder Zhengde had no choice but to put away the sword in resentment, and the vine also quietly retracted into the ground and disappeared.

I saw the master turned his back to me, and said to the master uncle, senior brother, what happened to Ying Yun really has an inside story.Immortal sect disciples are also born and raised by their parents, and it is impossible to laugh away at the enmity of destroying the sect.As the old saying goes, if you repay a grievance with virtue, how can you repay a virtue?I know that murder is a felony, and I only hope that my brother can spare his life for the sake of his youth, ignorance and difficulties.As a teacher, I also have the fault of teaching incompetently, and I am willing to share any punishment with him.

After finishing speaking, he knelt down towards the master master.

At that moment, I almost died of heartache.

Although the master is indifferent by nature, he is so proud in his bones, but now for me...for me...

I shouted desperately, no, master master, the disciple is willing to die!It's all the disciple's fault and has nothing to do with my master!

Yun'er, shut up!

The master scolded in a solemn voice.

I kept silent, not daring to resist anymore, I could only try my best to swallow the bitter and salty liquid.

Uncle Sect Master was silent for a long time, then sighed, Junior Brother, you and Ying Yun should avoid it first, let us discuss it.

Master got up slowly, left the hall expressionlessly, and two disciples escorted me to follow behind him.

After leaving the hall, I knelt down in front of him with a plop.

Master, don't fight against the masters for me anymore, I am willing to die.

Be stronger, Yun'er, Master will definitely try his best to protect your life.

Master patted me on the shoulder comfortingly, and I felt a wave of heat rushing down my shoulder to my heart.

It was only later that I found out that Master had used celestial power to protect my heart in advance.He knew that even if I escaped the death penalty, I would be severely punished, so he gave the Immortal Seal in advance, fearing that I would die under severe punishment.

"Ying Yun, a long-term disciple, committed a serious crime of murder and should be executed. He was young and ignorant, sentenced to a hundred punishments with a stick, and spent 30 years in prison. Master Qing Yu did not teach well, so he was temporarily removed from the status of the head of the Palace of Ecstasy. Think about it for ten years."

The sound of the sentence resounded throughout Changliu.

I yelled, you execute me, don't punish my master!

But it was quickly silenced by Xianfa.

I was dragged to Changliu Square by Discipline Pavilion disciples, and I was pressed on the torture bench in full view, and my legs were tightly bound by a fairy rope.

The elder executing the sentence issued an order, and the chestnut stick hit me hard.

There was a sinking in the waist, followed by severe pain like fire.

I couldn't help howling, I struggled instinctively, but my arms were firmly held down by the two disciples, and I couldn't move.

A hundred sticks, a whole hundred sticks!What's the difference between that and kill me?

I beg loudly, you kill me, just kill me!Give me a good time!

But no one paid any heed to my cries, and the wooden sticks still fell on me. Soon I bit my lip, and my mouth was full of blood. Later, I couldn't bear the pain. I bit the wooden stool, and the sawdust mixed with blood fell on the ground. on the ground.

"...47, 48..."

The sound of counting by the disciples holding the sticks gradually became distant, and I had no strength left to struggle.The wooden stick hit me like a sack, and it couldn't arouse any reaction from me.I gnawed out a huge gap in the wooden stool, and that gap was stuck in my throat like a cold hand.The pain in the lower back has gradually turned into a dull numbness like needle pricks. I thought, maybe I will never be able to stand up again for the rest of my life.

Salty sweat ran down my forehead and into my eyes, making me cry.In the haze, I saw Master standing motionless not far away, looking at me quietly with bottomless sadness in his eyes.For the first time, I discovered that my master, who I have always respected like a god, was so lonely and powerless...

I just feel infinitely desolate.

My head became heavier and heavier, and gradually I couldn't see anything. The blackness in front of my eyes was like ink. In the depths of the ink, there was a faint light, flickering like a firefly. I raised my hand to catch it, but I couldn't catch it...

can't catch...

I don't know when the rod ended, I thought I was dead.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the couch, and Master was sitting beside me, wiping my sweat with a warm wet kerchief.

Drink some water first.Seeing me open my eyes, he got up to pour tea.

My mouth was dry, my whole body was in pain like a fire, and I couldn't move from my waist to my legs as if they were necrotic.I raised my hand to take the cup, but Master stopped me.

You hurt a bone, don't move around.

He put the cup directly to my mouth.The corner of my mouth twitched, and I drank a full glass with his hand. Because I drank too fast, the water leaked out. He gently wiped the water stains around my mouth with a veil.

Drink slowly, or the heart and lungs can't stand it.he advised gently.

I turned my head to look at him with some difficulty. He looked tired, but his eyes were still calm.

Painful and regretful, I couldn't help asking him, Master, why didn't you scold me?Don't be so nice to me, I can't stand it, I can't stand it.

I am not afraid of beating, scolding and punishment, but I cannot accept Master being wronged even a little bit because of me, let alone such a big wronged.

The master didn't speak, and carefully covered me with a thin quilt. I heard him sigh deeply, and said slowly, a teacher for a day, a father for life.As a father, how can you bear to criticize your children?

Maybe it was just my hallucination, I heard Master's voice choked up.

I grabbed his sleeve and cried, Master, I'm sorry for you...

The master let me hold it, and my tears and snot rubbed against his clothes. He said, Yun'er, the master understands the bitterness and hatred in your heart, and no one can laugh it off after experiencing those things.But this is murder after all, no matter how good the reason is, it cannot go unpunished.You have fulfilled your wish, and you have also been punished. I hope you will sincerely repent in the future, and stop reckless murderous thoughts.

Yes, yes, disciple understands...

Changliu has always had strict sect rules, but at that moment I suddenly wanted to know, among so many disciplined disciples, how many were really redeemed?

After recovering from my injuries, I went to the Changliu Mountain Prison, where I was chained to a huge rock by a chain as thick as my wrist.

The scorching flames burned layer by layer around him.Because Changliu Mountain