Longevity Sword and Yanling Sword

On the training ground of Famous Sword Villa.The sky gradually turned gloomy, and the cold wind gusts made people shiver uncontrollably.A figure is kneeling alone in the middle of the square. Her body is so thin and thin, but her back is so straight, her head is raised high, and she looks straight ahead without fear, as if no matter what kind of pain she is about to suffer, Neither will knock her down, nor make her submit.

There were a lot of people standing around, and almost all the martial arts decent people who could arrive came.

Famous Sword Villa has not been this lively for a long time. Ever since Yan Yuming lost his power, people left for tea, deserted and deserted, even fewer old friends came to visit.At this moment, he was standing at the highest position in the square, looking down at the kneeling people in the square with a solemn face, as if he had regained the majesty he used to command the world and respond to everyone.However, there was no joy on his face, instead it was filled with sorrow and pain.He frowned tightly, and his eyes and complexion kept changing, as if hesitating, intolerable, resentful, and helpless.He was silent for a long time without opening his mouth.

Zhou Yunpei stood aside, watching the changing situation on Yan Yuming's face, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.This was the first time he stood under Yan Yuming after he seized power, but he didn't care, because he was not the protagonist in today's good show, but just a spectator with malicious intentions and gloating.But spectators can also do something to stir up the flames and promote the development of the plot.So he said quietly: "Master Yan, my son's injury is minor, but the evil way is rampant. This demon girl has escaped again. This is the only clue to whether we can catch her from now on." His eyes turned to Yan Wei kneeling in the center of the square.

Zhou Heng stood aside, with bandages already wrapped around his arms, and the bandages were meticulous.He "hummed" very cooperatively, with a look of resentment on his face.

Yan Yuming sighed deeply, but his eyes became determined. "Don't worry, Master Zhou." He said coldly, "I, Yan Yuming, have no way to teach my daughter, and I will never bend the law for personal gain. I will definitely give an explanation to Wendaoju and Quan Wulin."

After finishing speaking, he strode down the high platform, walked straight to the center of the square, and stopped in front of Yan Wei.

He saw his daughter kneeling there straight, the rope on her body had been untied, but she was kneeling obediently, as if some invisible shackles were shackling her.She raised her head to look at her father, half of her face was swollen, and the corner of her mouth was still stained with blood, which was bruised and purple.Her eyes are so clear, so strong, so unyielding, no different from the way she knelt and silently endured punishment when she was a child.

Yan Yuming felt his heart throbbing violently, but he had to do this, because only in this way could he save her daughter's life.

He said sternly: "Yan Wei, you colluded with the demon girl, harmed the martial arts world, and hurt your comrades. The crime is serious. It is because of your father's inability to teach." He paused, and then continued, "Today, in front of the decent comrades, I will personally teach you a lesson and give an explanation to the martial arts world."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and immediately a disciple from the villa came forward holding a long box, and handed it to Yan Yuming respectfully.

Yan Yuming opened the box solemnly, and took out a long object from it, which turned out to be a rattan like a long whip.The cane was thick and long, soaked in oil, and looked strong and strong, with some thorns and barbs on it, and the whole body was dark brown, as if it had been stained with a lot of blood.

Watching her father take out the cane, Yan Wei felt her heart beating violently uncontrollably. The painful memory of being punished when she was a child came to her mind at this moment, making her terrified like a conditioned reflex.But she still tried her best to suppress the mixed emotions of fear and sadness, and tried to put on a strong appearance, keeping her eyes straight and her body straight.

Yan Yuming held the cane in his hand, pointed at Yan Wei, and said sternly: "I am teaching you today in the hope that you will repent. If you wake up and change your mind, then there is salvation."

Yan Wei held her head high, looked at him, and responded neither humble nor overbearing: "It is right for a father to punish his daughter, but I did nothing wrong, and neither did she. We were all wronged."

As soon as she said this, there was an uproar in the square.Someone spat out: "I really don't repent!" Someone expressed doubts: "Could it be that there is something hidden in it?" Someone sneered: "What's hidden, it's nothing more than being confused by that demon girl." Someone shook his head and sighed: " It's a pity that such a young hero of the right path has ended up like this."

Yan Yuming was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, his blood boiled for a while, and he said angrily: "You are still stubborn, it seems that you will not repent if you don't suffer a little bit."

He walked behind Yan Wei, and said angrily, "Today, I will fight this old bone and teach you a lesson myself." As he spoke, the cane in his hand was raised high.

"Crack!" When the first blow came up, Yan Wei only felt a huge impact, causing her body to fall forward uncontrollably, but she managed to hold on, just a stagger, but slowly Slowly straighten your body.However, the pain spread from the place where he was hit on the back, as if the flesh had been violently torn apart, and the wound seemed to be pierced continuously by countless tiny needle points, exuding dense pain.Cold sweat broke out from the forehead and back, Yan Wei knew that her back had started to bleed, but she tried her best to endure the pain, not even a muffled groan, but her whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Tell me, are you wrong!" Yan Yuming's voice sounded behind him, in a daze, Yan Wei felt that he had returned to his childhood, and became that awkward, stubborn, insecure child again.

She bit her lip tightly and said nothing.

"Crack!" The second hit was fiercely placed on the original wound, stronger than the first time.Yan Wei only felt the huge pain that made her finally unable to hold on, let out a painful whimper, and was beaten forward, but supported with her hands, gritted her teeth, slowly stood up, and knelt down again. straight.Her lips had already turned white, and beads of perspiration fell down like broken threads.

"Do you admit your mistake or not!" Yan Yuming's voice became hysterical.

If you are right, why admit your mistake.Yan Wei thought in a daze, when she was young, she also had this kind of stubborn temper, but her father usually just hit him lightly a few times and scolded her a few times, that's all.Injuries always heal quickly.But today it seems to be different. Her father's hands are especially heavy, a pain she has never experienced before.Today, in front of the entire martial arts world, if she doesn't let go, her father's face will be lost, so naturally she can't stop.She has never had more than three hits.So what if things really got out of hand?

If she really admits her mistake at this moment and really surrenders, she may be able to escape the pain of flesh and blood, but then she is not Yan Wei.

"I'm not wrong!" Yan Wei responded loudly.

Yan Yuming was stunned.He knew that Yan Wei had a stubborn temper and a stubborn temper, but this daughter had always been silent and forbearing, and had never refuted him or resisted him so actively.He faintly felt fog in his eyes.No, daughter, this is not the time to be stubborn, if she doesn't bow her head, then he, Yan Yuming, has no way or excuses, so he can only hand Yan Wei to Zhou Yunpei to deal with.

Please, silly boy, in order to save your life, bow your head and admit your mistake.

Yan Yuming gritted his teeth, and raised the cane in his hand again, his hand trembled slightly, but he still ignored it and hit it hard again and again.

The rattan fell on Yan Wei's back relentlessly, forming criss-cross wounds soon, the piece of clothing was already torn, revealing the rolled up flesh, bleeding gurglingly, looking bloody and mutilated.Yan Wei still gritted her teeth and insisted on refusing to bow her head. She was beaten to the point of falling several times, but every time she stood up and knelt again.But I feel that consciousness is gradually blurred, and the pain has become unreal.Because she couldn't bear to let out even a scream, she bit her lip, and blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.The whip touched her cheek, leaving a shocking wound on her face.Another whip was struck fiercely, finally Yan Wei couldn't hold on anymore, she fell forward slumped, this time, she couldn't get up again.

"Admit your mistake! Admit your mistake!" Yan Yuming's voice became desperate, with a hint of crying.

Yan Wei lay on the ground, still breathing weakly, but her body was trembling, and she wanted to get up, but she didn't have any strength.She was as angry as a thread, her voice was small, but her tone was firm: "I...not...was...wrong..."

Yan Yuming froze there, he dropped the cane in his hand, covered his face, and started to cry.

At this moment, Zhou Yunpei had already climbed onto the highest stage of the square, and said loudly: "Yan Wei is obsessed with obsession, and must be dealt with severely!"

As soon as he called out, everyone responded, so the slogans came and went: "Strictly deal with it! Strictly deal with it!"

A smug smile appeared on Zhou Yunpei's face.He strode up to Yan Yuming's side, squinted at him, patted him on the shoulder casually, and said, "Brother Yan, leave the rest to me."

When he turned to Yan Wei, his eyes became stern. "Go to the rack." He said grimly, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.Two Wendaoju disciples next to her immediately stepped forward, lifted the dying Yan Wei, dragged her to the cross-shaped frame beside her, pulled her hands apart, fixed them on both sides, and tied them tightly.

The severe back wound inevitably pressed against the torture rack, causing her to grunt in pain, and she fell uncontrollably, but was restrained by ropes, and there were bloodstains on her wrists.

Zhou Yunpei looked at all this with a sneer, and when Yan Wei was tied up, he said loudly: "Ming Jianshan Zhuang Yanwei, as an upright disciple, but colluded with the demon girl, harmed the martial arts, killed his comrades, and was obsessed with obsession and did not know how to repent. He is young and ignorant, and his father's achievements are outstanding, so he can avoid death and live. To warn future generations, let him use up all his martial arts as a punishment!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd, but some people sighed wistfully: "Wendaoju's methods have always been cruel. If their martial arts are abolished, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to walk normally in the future. This child is considered useless."

Zhou Yunpei walked up to Yan Wei, she lowered her head, as if she was enduring pain.Zhou Yunpei shook the fan leisurely, then closed it with a "shua", gently pressed the handle of the fan against Yan Wei's chin, forced her to look at him, and said quietly: "Yan Wei, I will give you the last If you have a chance, if you tell me where the witch is hiding, I will take it lightly, at least not to leave you disabled."

Yan Wei sneered weakly, and shook off his fan.At this moment, her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, her body was covered in blood, her face was bruised and purple, and welts were staggered, she looked extremely embarrassed.But her expression was arrogant and stubborn, and she said coldly: "Don't...waste...scheming." After saying these words, she had almost exhausted all her strength.

Zhou Yunpei's complexion changed, he snorted coldly, and said darkly: "If you don't eat the toast and fine the wine, then don't blame me for being rude."

After finishing speaking, he put away his folding fan, concentrated his inner strength, and was about to deal a violent blow to Yan Wei!