Master, he is too difficult

When Lin Qingran was reading novels, he only knew that Wanhe Valley was a middle-level sect in the current cultivation world, and its land boundary was also considered middle-level. It was located in the valley to the southeast of Lingyun Continent.

It is named for the numerous peaks and numerous valleys in the valley.

Zhuxian Terrace is located on a mountain peak in the middle of Wanhe Valley.

The mountain had a strange shape, rising abruptly, but halfway up the mountain seemed to be cut off by someone in the middle, presenting the appearance of a platform.

There were several small halls at the foot of Zhuxian Terrace, in which lived elders who were in charge of punishment. When Lin Qingran reached the foot of Zhuxian Terrace, there was already a red-bearded elder waiting for him there.

"As ordered by the sect master, Qinglian Sword Immortal Lin Qingran has three hundred lashes; Sword Immortal disciple Mo Yu has three hundred lashes; a total of six hundred lashes." The red bearded elder said while taking out a A jade slip came and unfolded in front of Lin Qingran. The content of the punishment was clearly written on it, waiting for Lin Qingran to sign it.

Lin Qingran: ...

He cut his index finger and dripped blood on the two places where he painted. The red-bearded old man took the jade slip away, and made a gesture of invitation to Lin Qingran sideways.

Lin Qingran continued to walk forward, Zhuxian Terrace was halfway up the mountain, and the surroundings were bare, so he had to fly up.

"What are Sword Immortal Qinglian waiting for?" the elder with a red beard asked.

Lin Qingran: ...

"The old man sees that your primordial spirit is unstable and your spiritual power is stagnant. Could it be that...you can't fly?"

"Also ask the elders to help."

The elder with the red beard was not polite either, he stretched out his hand to hold Lin Qingran, and Tengyun flew directly under his feet.

Lin Qingran was startled, he was able to fly through the clouds without using a sword, at least he had to be in the Nascent Soul stage!Maybe I want to go to Huashen...

When I read the novel, I only knew that the head of Wanhe Valley, Qu Qianfeng, was in the Nascent Soul stage, but I never expected that Wanhe Valley actually has hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and there are so many hidden masters.

It seems that this world is likely to unfold on its own in places not mentioned in the novel.

After Lin Qingran silently wrote down this point, he was carried to Zhuxiantai by the elder with a red beard.

Zhuxian Terrace is exactly the same as described in the book, a circular platform surrounded by eight large pillars.

Lin Qingran looked at those pillars, and sure enough... the book didn't describe the pillars in detail, so it unfolded by itself, and there were names and portraits engraved on the pillars.

Those are the names of people who have been to Zhuxiantai and received punishments in the past.

Lin Qingran has seen several familiar names on it, vaguely seems to be the name of the former head, the former boss, and the founder of the Wanhe Valley sect.

This detail further confirmed Lin Qingran's conjecture—the people or things mentioned in the book, the world will follow the book.

Where it is not mentioned, it will be expanded by itself according to the relevant logic.

Lin Qingran withdrew his gaze and saluted the elder with red beard: "Thank you, elder."

The elder with the red beard said: "Sword Immortal Qinglian has a great reputation, but her strength is really not that good. After these six hundred whips, tsk tsk, I'm afraid you will have a hard time resisting."

Seeing that the elder seemed to have something to say, Lin Qingran followed suit and asked, "Then what should I do?"

The red-bearded elder said: "I see that you are just blocked by your soul. It should be caused by some stimulation recently. This is easy. I will help you get through your soul so that you can handle it! Otherwise, it will only be a couple of days later. You will pass out after a hundred whips, and it will be difficult to complete the remaining four hundred whips, and it is not easy for me to explain to the head."

Lin Qingran: ...Is your old man helping me just to make me more resistant?

Lin Qingran said: "Thank you very much."

The elder with a red beard stretched out his index finger and pressed between Lin Qingran's eyebrows, a flash of red light flashed, and Lin Qingran's eyes turned black for a while, as if something exploded in his mind.

Countless memory fragments emerged from unknown places, and then pieced together into complete images.

That is - the memory of the original owner Qinglian Sword Immortal himself!

Lin Qingran flipped through those memories in his mind, and the more he looked at them, the more frightened he became, and he felt chills all over his body.

The original owner didn't just offend Mo Yu alone!What he did... It is not an exaggeration to describe it as full of evil, but it has not been discovered by anyone, so it has never been exposed.

According to the original owner's way of dealing with the world, being shot to death by the head of the sect, Qu Qianfeng, is really the happiest way to die.

If it falls into the hands of others...

Lin Qingran trembled all over.

"Why is your memory sealed? And it's almost impossible to merge with Yuanshen?" the elder with a red beard asked, and looked Lin Qingran up and down, as if trying to find out.

Lin Qingran was extremely nervous, for fear that if he found out that he was an outsider, he would directly beat him to death.

Lin Qingran said vaguely: "I don't know...does the elder have a cure?"

The elder with a red beard shook his head: "Of course not! If there is one, I won't save you. It doesn't matter how well you fuse, as long as it doesn't delay the execution!"

Lin Qingran: ...Understood, you are a tool for execution.

"Qinglian Sword Immortal, your primordial spirit has been unimpeded, are you ready? When you are ready, start the Execution of Immortals."

Lin Qingran put those messy memories in his head temporarily, and said, "Get ready!"

The elder with a red beard folded his hands together, saluted Lin Qingran, then leaped into the air with his feet, and said in a loud voice, "The master of Qinglian Peak in Wanhe Valley, Lin Qingran, the sword fairy of Qinglian, receive the sentence!"

As soon as the words fell, thick long whips slowly hung down from the surrounding stone pillars, eight in total.

The eight long whips shone with white rainbow light and came towards Lin Qingran with a snap.

With the long whip on his body, Lin Qingran's back suddenly hurt, and a purple-red welt immediately appeared.

Immediately, the remaining seven long whips followed, and the crackling sound was rapid, and eight whips were hit in one go.

Every whip is very real, and it hurts so much that I feel flustered.

Lin Qingran looked up at the number that appeared in the air, five nine two.

This is a countdown, quite advanced, comparable to the electronic counter in his previous life, I don't know how it is done.

But it really hurts!Can you still survive six hundred whips in such pain? ?

The elder with a red beard wondered in mid-air: "Why doesn't Sword Immortal Qinglian dodge?"

Lin Qingran:? ?What?Can you hide? ?

Seeing that the next whip came down again, Lin Qingran hurriedly turned sideways, narrowly dodging it, but scratched a little.

When I looked at the count above my head, I really counted a whip.

The red-bearded elder said displeasedly: "I opened up the primordial spirit for you, so that you can use your spiritual power to fight against this magic whip! Otherwise, how can you resist the six hundred whips?! The master must punish you with three hundred whips, and let you Being punished instead of your apprentice is also to allow you to better integrate your memory and soul while being punished..."

Lin Qingran:! ! !Still have this kind of operation?I received the six hundred lashes myself, you old man is a bit too imaginative.However, it would be great to be able to fuse the memory of the original owner with this!

Lin Qingran immediately dug out the memory of the original owner. Apart from those harmful memories, there were still a lot of memories of Taoism, immortality, and swordsmanship.

So Lin Qingran quickly used it, and soon, he discovered the pattern.

If he dodges, the Magic Whip will come down fiercely. If he dodges well and even fights back, the tip of the Magic Whip will swing slightly, as if nodding in praise.

Lin Qingran:! ! !

So this Zhuxian Terrace is not only a place of punishment, but also a place for cultivation!It's a... training ground!

Once realizing this, Lin Qingran immediately became serious.

Although the original novel is the story of the Mozun Mo Linyuan and his attacking group, this is the world of cultivation after all, and the aura is getting exhausted day by day, and the monks will kill people and seize treasures at every turn.As a cannon fodder destined to die early, I have already died in the original work, so it is impossible to get any protection from the author.

If you want to live well and live long, it is necessary to master the cultivation base and Taoism.

Lin Qingran combined the memory of the original owner with various muscle memories of this body, and began to get entangled with the eight magic whips.

All I saw was the thick magic whip on the platform shaking and twisting in mid-air, as if tentacles were dancing in the air.

And the Qinglian Sword Immortal in white, jumping up and down, dodging left and right, just like the scene of fighting with tentacle monsters written in some Begonia novels.

The scene is not beautiful, but a bit... pornographic!

Especially when Lin Qingran was wrapped up in the magic whip and her clothes were torn...

If you describe this scene in detail, it is enough to meet the red lock rectification standard.

After about two hours, all six hundred dozen magic whips were finished.

Although Lin Qingran was hit every time, some were light, some were heavy, and some left ambiguous welts.

Lin Qingran looked at the whip marks left on his body, and complained silently: Does the person who designed this whipping at Zhuxian Terrace really have no special hobbies?

The count in mid-air had been cleared, and another line of small characters appeared: [-] magic whips completed, the punished person: Lin Qingran, a disciple of Wanhe Valley.

Immediately, this line of small characters flew into the stone pillar, and a golden light flashed, engraved on the stone pillar.And also intercepted a picture of punishment, that picture... eight long whips wrapped around Lin Qingran's body, tearing his clothes... let alone Cthulhu's style!

Lin Qingran really wanted to cross out that picture. He even took out the short knife in the storage bag and scratched it on the stone pillar, but it was useless. picture……

Lin Qingran quickly stopped her actions, and was even more sure that the senior who designed the Zhuxian Terrace had a very special hobby.

"Since the punishment has been received, Sword Immortal Qinglian will leave quickly!" The elder with a red beard chased them away in mid-air.

Lin Qingran bowed to the red beard and left.

Before leaving, he thought for a while, and took out the long sword belonging to the original owner from the storage bag.

The original owner was known as the Qinglian Sword, so the swordsmanship is naturally excellent. This fairy sword named Yaoyue is also forged extremely elegantly.

There is a budding lotus flower engraved on the hilt of the sword, the sword body is three feet long, at this moment the moon is in the middle of the sky, shining a clear brilliance under the moonlight.

It is a good sword!

Lin Qingran has mastered all the Taoism and fairy arts of the original owner, and at this moment sent a little bit of spiritual power to the sword, and the three-foot-long Moon Inviting Sword floated out of thin air, magnified several times, and became fully It is three meters long, and the cyan spikes sway slightly in the cold wind of the cold night.

Lin Qingran jumped up, jumped onto the sword body, and used her spiritual power to move the flying sword.

Fei Jian drew a circle in mid-air and flew down the mountain.

Lin Qingran used spiritual power to control the speed of the flying sword, from fast to slow, feeling the amount of spiritual power needed to move it.

The faster you fly, the more spiritual energy you use;

If you fly slowly, you will consume less spiritual power;

Climbing up a hill, changing movements, or accelerating suddenly consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

It's a bit similar to the fuel consumption of cars in previous lives...

At this moment, Lin Qingran understood this point better: spiritual power, in this world, is energy!

The difference from the previous earth is that the heat energy, light energy, chemical energy, nuclear energy and other energy sources on the earth cannot directly act on human beings.

But the realm of comprehension is different. These energy sources can be directly absorbed into the body and then used.

And the monk's body is the carrier and container of these energies;

The stronger the monk's body, the more energy he can absorb and use.

And the division of various cultivation realms is actually the division of how much energy can be used.

As for how much energy can be used in actual combat, it depends not only on how much energy the body can hold, but also how much energy is in the body at that time!

Lin Qingran walked with a sword under the moonlight, looking at the vast snowfield in the winter night, he couldn't help but think of the terrifying heart-throb protagonist Shou who possessed innate spiritual power.

Others want to obtain spiritual power, even if they have a very high level of cultivation and have a powerful and sturdy container, they still need to be filled with spiritual power.Therefore, in battle, or in various fighting techniques, monks need to carry a large number of spiritual stones containing spiritual energy with them, so as to replenish the consumed spiritual power in time.

But Moyu is not!He has innate spiritual power, which is born from his own body and has an endless supply.

As long as his body is strong enough, he can install more abilities, and as much as he can install, he will fill it with spiritual power.

For example, if the other monks are a flagon, and the wine in the flagon is emptied, then new wine needs to be added from the outside.

And Moyu... is the kind of wine jug that never gets empty in the fairy tales I read when I was a child! !

This is simply a large walking spiritual vein mine, the kind that can never be exhausted! !

What a bug!

No wonder the original owner coveted Moyu; no wonder the original owner never accepted apprentices, but made an exception to accept Moyu as an apprentice; no wonder the original owner basically cut off contact with the outside world after arriving at Moyu, and kept Moyu by his side every day; no wonder the original owner did not teach at all. Any cultivation method of Moyu is just to teach him the most basic way of polishing the body and expanding the container.

Not to mention the scum like the original owner, even Lin Qingran himself, if he is not familiar with the plot and knows that Mo Yu is the son of luck and cannot be raised in captivity, he would want to...

However, think about the blackened Mo Yu in the later stage, that terrifying ability that lasts forever, that violent aura that destroys people all over the place if there is a disagreement...

Forget it, as a cannon fodder supporting role, don't think about those things that are not there, it is serious to hug the protagonist's golden thigh honestly!

Thinking of this, Lin Qingran turned around and flew towards the herb management office of our sect—the Baicao Garden where the red-clothed girl Anong was located.

"Won't Sword Immortal Qinglian ask for some wound medicine for me?" After some courtesies, the girl in red asked with a smile.

Lin Qingran was speechless. Just now, this uncle who looked like a girl but was actually hundreds of years older than her, looked at her with a smile on her face and said, "Both of you, master and apprentice, are injured. But I will only give you the medicine for one of you~!"

After I chose the "Evil Resisting Sword Wound Medicine", Aunt Anong said this again, laughing beyond words...

Lin Qingran said: "No, I can still bear a few whips, but Moyu was injured by the master's evil sword, his chest and back pierced through, and the wound still has sword energy, so he is more urgent."

Anon raised his eyebrows: "Tsk tsk, the master-student love is really deep, well, then I will help you~!"

Then he sent Lin Qingran away with a smile.

Lin Qingran walked with the sword again, heading towards Qinglian Peak.

When they arrived at the mountain gate of Qinglian Peak, they suddenly discovered that Moyu's No. 2 attack, the boss Dong Shangxie, was actually standing at the mountain gate, as if he was waiting for someone.

Lin Qingran was puzzled. In the original book, didn't the two of you play around in the dark room after Moyu was poisoned?

Did you wipe it for three days and three nights?

How come it's only two or three hours, and it's over? ? ?

Although Lin Qingran was puzzled, he didn't go to say hello to Dong Shangxie.

Dong Shangxie's cultivation base is much higher than his own, and it is definitely impossible to drive him away forcibly;

Since it is impossible, don't do useless work.

Besides, Lin Qingran still wanted to live two more days, so, absolutely, absolutely not going to die like the original owner, going to be attacked by the son of luck.

When encountering Mo Yu's attack in the future, don't even say a word!

Lin Qingran's face remained normal, pretending that he didn't see Dong Shangxie at all, passing him directly, and walking towards Mo Yu's room.

Moyu's room was built beside Qinglian Pond. Compared with other buildings on Qinglian Peak, this hut looked very shabby.

There are only four earthen walls and a wooden door.

Lin Qingran knocked on the door first, but when no one answered, she stretched out her hand to push the door in, only to see the deserted moonlight and snow light leaking in from the window, and sprinkled on Mo Yu's bedside.

Under the moonlight, Mo Yu's face was pale, he closed his eyes slightly, lying on the bed, there was a big hole in his chest that was injured by the evil sword, and the gray sword light remained, and there was no bandage.

Not to mention that there is no bandage, Mo Yu's bloody clothes have not been changed, and they are hanging on him in a mess at the moment.

Lin Qingran frowned slightly, thinking: What did Dong Shangxie do?Didn't he let him take care of Moyu?Is that how you take care of it?

Lin Qingran stepped forward, pulled a stool in the room, and sat down in front of Moyu's bed.

He already has all the memory and cultivation of the original owner, and he is very proficient in how to treat the remaining sword energy from this kind of wound at this moment.

The index finger and middle finger are extended together, hanging over the wound.

Reversing the aura, the strands of gray light from the wound were sucked out by him, and flowed into his body along the fingers.

The remaining sword energy entered the body, which was very uncomfortable.

It took Lin Qingran at least one-third of his spiritual energy to fully dissolve them.

After sucking away the remaining sword energy, Lin Qingran took out the wound medicine, took out the white jade box from the storage bag, and mixed it with spiritual spring water to turn the wound medicine into an ointment.

When he was about to apply the ointment to Mo Yu's wound with a silver pick, he heard Mo Yu's eyes closed and smiled: "Master, everyone is gone, and this disciple is also injured like this, there is no resistance Li, what else do you have to pretend?"

Lin Qingran wondered, "Pretending?"

Mo Yu opened his eyes slightly. Under the moonlight, his eyes were as bright as lacquer, with a sad smile on his face: "Isn't the master always like this? Beat the disciples all over, and then absorb the spirit of the disciples." Strength... At this moment, this disciple is powerless to resist, Master has as much spiritual power as he wants, just come directly, why bother?"

Lin Qingran said: "Your master may have been like that in the past, but now I am definitely not that kind of person."

Mo Yu turned her head, strands of messy hair fell down his cheeks and fell on the side of the bed.

He laughed out loud, his pale face looked like a ghost under the moonlight, and his crimson lips were bloodless: "Master, don't worry, no matter how you say it, you raised me up so much and gave me food." , let me wear it, so... Even if the Hehuansan was made by you, the old man, it is just to make the disciple look ugly, to make the head master seriously injure me, and to absorb more of the disciple's spirit at this moment The disciple will never tell others..."

Lin Qingran got a little angry, and put down the ointment in his hand: "Why are you like this, don't you know what's good?"

Mo Yu smiled miserably and said: "Yeah, I don't argue about good and bad... I mistook a villain like you, Master, for a kind father and Master... I am already like this now, you want to kill or cut, whatever you want!"

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

"Master treats me like that in the past, my body hurts, and my heart hurts even more... I don't understand what the disciple did wrong to make Master treat me like this." Mo Yu's voice was low and deep, It seemed sad, and then gave up, "I didn't realize it until just now... It turns out that Master is the living spirit stone that I keep in captivity... It's just Master, the disciple's spiritual power is really limited. This time After being sucked dry by you, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive again. I wish Master, next time I find a fool with more spiritual power, bad luck!"

Lin Qingran felt annoyed when he heard this.

I received three hundred magic whips for him, and asked for wound medicine for him. Although my purpose was impure, I didn't mean to harm him...

He kindly came over to help him heal his injuries, but was beaten up.

Lin Qingran was so angry that she wished she could just throw away the wound medicine in her hand and let Mo Yu fend for herself.

But looking at Mo Yu's residence and his pale face under the moonlight, Lin Qingran decided to forget it.

Mo Yu's original master is indeed not a thing, and today he changed to take over, no wonder Mo Yu misunderstood.

Lin Qingran suppressed his anger, and said patiently: "As for the previous matter, we will discuss it later after you recover from your injury. I will give you medicine first as a teacher."

Mo Yu chuckled twice: "Master, if you want to absorb the disciple's spiritual energy, just do it directly! Why do you need to rely on medicine for assistance? That's right, the wound is coated with Hualing Powder, it is more convenient and faster to absorb it a little."

Lin Qingran was really angry, and he snorted coldly: "You are so right! I just want to apply Hualingsan that can't let the aura condense and block the wound on you now, and I want to absorb you all within a stick of incense. The aura is for me to use, what can you do?"

Mo Yu opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Lin Qingran, and then closed them.

"Then... Master please do it..."

Lin Qingran snorted, scooped out a large amount of wound medicine with the silver pick, rubbed it on Mo Yu's wound, and poked it hard a few times.

The muscles on Mo Yu's cheeks twitched slightly, it seemed that the poking hurt.

But even if it hurts, Mo Yu gritted his teeth, with an expression of resignation to death, and let the master abuse him, never making a sound.

Lin Qingran poked her hard a few times, vented her anger, and then softened her heart: Although Mo Yu is in the late stage, he is just a kid now... In his own time, he is just a high school student.

Why bother with a high school student?

The movements of Lin Qingran's hands softened before he knew it, and his expression became serious. Using the moonlight, he carefully painted Moyu's wound, turned him over, and painted the wound on his back. , and bandaged his wound.

He also found a set of clean clothes from the room and changed them for him. Even the belt around the neckline was fastened meticulously for him.

After tying it up, Lin Qingran planned to teach Mo Yu a few words, but when she raised her eyes, she saw Mo Yu looking at her.

Under the moonlight, Mo Yu's black and white eyes were watery at the moment, like a wronged puppy, looking at him without turning for a moment.

Lin Qingran frowned: "What are you looking at?!"

Mo Yu moved his eyes slightly, the room was silent and strange.