How to cough up blood

The registration ceremony of the Tianyan Sect ended in haste after all. All the disciples who participated swore that they would never tell the matter. They only said to the outside world that Fuzhi Jianzun wanted to form a Taoist companion. Go crazy, die and disappear.

It is such a rhetoric to the outside world, but whether outsiders believe it or not is their business.

After that night, Fuzhi locked himself in Cangwu Peak and didn't come out for more than a month. Zhuang Cheng and others were worried that he had come several times, but they were also turned away, and they only got a word of peace. quiet

"It's nothing, brother and sister Lao is concerned."

Inside the hall.

Fuzhi rested there for more than a month before slowly starting to make the next plan.

There are no outsiders here, Ah Ruan flew out frowning: "Master, after you stabbed Yin Lingxi with the sword, his malice has become more and more serious. Although the speed of withdrawal has not changed, the malice has almost returned to the original point... ..."

"What on earth are you thinking?"

And at last, the mild "bone-suppressing" is missing from the clean bone, and only "bone-killing" is left, which occurs roundly every month, almost like the appearance of the lunar year and moon every 12 years.

Ah Ruan was thinking about it.

Fuzhi didn't know if he was listening or not, lazily turning a page in the book in his hand, there were two lines written on this page

The infatuated man was heartbroken and cut off his roots of love, and the heartbroken man was full of embarrassment and regretted his past.

He praised: "It's well written."

Ah Ruan Duanzi exploded: "Master!"

Fuzhi smiled, grabbed it and rubbed it in his hands, he dusted off the pages, "It's just that no matter how wonderful the script is, it doesn't trick people's minds to make people addicted."

After singing the big show a month ago, after such a long break, it's time for the next one.

He got up and changed his clothes, took Duanchen Sword, and went straight to Xingfeng.

……

Xingfeng, the place where the Law Enforcement Hall is located, and the place of punishment, no matter how big or small the penalty is, is determined by the Law Enforcement Hall according to the clan rules and rituals. If there is no serious reason, no one else can pass.

For hundreds of years, Fuzhi has never stepped into Xingfeng once, not to say that he has never made any mistakes, but some innocuous mistakes were erased under the protection of Gu Mianliang and his senior brothers and sisters. up.

The elders of the Law Enforcing Hall have always been dissatisfied with this, until the fact that Fuzhi would rather bear the name of dishonesty, and form a Taoist couple with his disciples, almost fainted these stubborn old men.If it hadn't been for Zhuang Cheng to forcefully stop him and show both kindness and power, this group of people would have wished to arrest Fu Zhi himself to be tortured!

Fuzhi stopped, looked up at the main hall in front of which was written the three characters of Law Enforcement Hall, and slightly nodded at the disciples guarding both sides of the hall gate, "Fuzhi, please accept the punishment of Jiange."

The gatekeeper's expression changed immediately, "Your Majesty, wait a moment."

He hurried towards the main hall, and the moment he turned around, he seemed to have seen a ghost, the punishment of Jiange?The guard disciple shivered very lightly, and went to report himself.

Soon, a group of elders headed by the First Elder appeared in front of Fuzhi, and the First Elder squinted, "You want to ask for the punishment of Jiange?"

He sneered, flicked his sleeves and said, "I don't dare to torture you."

Fuzhi performed a junior salute with his sword in hand, and said with lowered eyes: "Senior brother, don't worry about the elders, everything is done voluntarily by Fuzhi, and has nothing to do with Law Enforcement Hall."

The Great Elder looked at him, "Then how much punishment do you think you will receive from Jiange?"

The punishment of Jiange is the most severe of all punishments. According to the level of cruelty, it is divided into thirteen grades, and each grade will be superimposed with the punishment of the first grade.

Seeing that Fuzhi was silent, the First Elder sneered even harder, and he said: "I will do the math for you!"

"The first crime is ignoring the clan rules."

"Second crime, incest between master and apprentice."

"The third crime, discrediting the sect's reputation!"

"The fourth crime is to implicate the demon clan," the great elder squinted his eagle eyes, pointed his crutch at Fuzhi, and shouted, "According to the etiquette of the sect, you should receive the eighth punishment of Jiange!"

"Do you recognize it or not?!"

The eighth punishment...

This punishment is too heavy.

For a moment, all the insiders shuddered and couldn't help seeing the people in front of the palace.

Fuzhi still looked the same as when he came here, with his head down, unable to see his expression clearly.

After a long time, he said in a low voice, "Yes."

The Great Elder paused for a moment, slammed the crutch in his hand, and raised his chin: "Since you have confessed, you will receive the punishment."

Fuzhi raised his eyes: "Wait a minute."

Great Elder: "Repent?"

Fuzhi shook his head, his indifferent pupils became more silent, and his whole person became less angry.However, his next sentence made everyone stunned on the spot.

"Fuzhi came today, and he invited the Thirteenth Punishment of Jiange."

Zhuang Cheng frowned slightly, and before he had time to reprimand him, he saw the man kneel down with a plop, and said in a panic, "Sect Master! Your Majesty Fuzhi insists on entering the Jiange Thirteen Punishments." ! The Great Elder didn't stop me, my lord, my lord..."

Zhuang Cheng was stunned by the news, his expression changed suddenly, "What did you say?!"

The disciple was startled by him, he stammered and couldn't speak, Zhuang Cheng hurriedly rushed towards Xing Feng.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of Jiange, he saw the Great Elder who was guarding by the old god, and he came over in two steps, the gentleness on his face had long since disappeared, and his voice was cold: "Grand Elder, where are you? "

The Great Elder bowed to him and drew his voice: "Who is the suzerain talking about? There are so many people who come to Xingfeng Law Enforcement Hall every day to be punished, old man"

"This sect is talking about the master of Cangwu Peak, do you understand clearly?" Zhuang Cheng interrupted him coldly.

"Oh, he, please accept the thirteen punishments," the elder pointed to the Jiange, "he has already entered."

Zhuang Cheng: "Great Elder!"

"Lord Suzerain," the elder said in a respectful tone, "I just act according to the rules. The sect has the rules of the sect, and Xingfeng has the rules of Xingfeng," he drew a horizontal line on the ground with his crutches, his tone a little more emphatic Point: "It's like this line, no one can cross it."

Zhuang Cheng narrowed his eyes: "Talk about Passover with me? There are some things that I just turn a blind eye to, but it doesn't mean I don't know. If the Great Elder really wants to talk about it, I am afraid that the position of the Great Elder will Let Xian go."

The Great Elder's face froze, and it became difficult to look immediately. Finally, he said forcefully: "This is what the Lord Fuzhi requested, and we are just forced to do so!"

Zhuang Cheng stopped arguing with him, turned his eyes to the Jiange, clenched his right hand and tapped on the palm of his left hand, and his lips were tightly pursed showing worry.

The punishment of the Jiange is different from other punishments. Once it is activated, the Jiange is completely closed, and it will not be opened again until the people inside have been punished.If it is forcibly cut off, it may directly tear the soul of the tortured person, which is why Zhuang Cheng dare not do it.

But these thirteen sentences...

Since the establishment of Tianyan Sect, only fifteen people survived these thirteen punishments, but most of them went crazy shortly afterwards.

Time passed by, and there was no movement in the Jiange. Zhuang Cheng frowned, and he whispered to a disciple behind him, "Go to Medicine Peak to ask Peak Master Wen Chu."

The disciple also knew the seriousness of the matter, so he quickly answered yes and left in a hurry.

……

Inside the sword pavilion.

In the dark space, countless cruel punishments rushed mercilessly at the puppet in the middle, and a chair was lazily placed in the only small corner that was not affected.

Fuzhi lay on it, leisurely flipped through a page of the storybook, Ah Ruan squatted on his shoulders, unleashed his divine power, and wrapped up his master without letting go of a single hair.

He yawned boredly, glanced at the scattered puppet, and sighed, "Why hasn't it stopped yet?"

Ah Ruan quietly reminded: "It's only the seventh way, it's still early, master."

"The first six punishments are punishments for the body, the last six punishments are punishments for the spirit, and the last one is punishment for the soul."

Fuzhi propped his chin: "I thought this punishment was cruel, but now that I see it, it's nothing more than that." In the endless abyss, these things are not even considered children's play.

Ah Ruan listened silently, and transformed into two chubby blue hands to squeeze his master's shoulders and beat his legs. When Fu Zhi was about to fall asleep, he whispered: "Master, it's almost over, let's clean up and clean up." gone."

"Well……"

Fuzhi opened his eyes sleepily, then handed Ah Ruan a whip, and said concisely, "Slap me a few times."

Ah Ruan: "..."

The handle is taller than both.

It hesitated, then swung its whip.

Fuzhi: "...are you tickling?" He raised his eyebrows, his tone became dangerous, "If you don't want to, I'll throw you away and replace you with a companion spirit."

Ah Ruan:! ! !

Its expression instantly changed to QAQ, and then it flew far away with a swish. Its chubby little hands became extremely thick and long, and even imitated the outline of muscles. It grabbed the whip and whipped it down fiercely while crying.

Snapped!

Fuzhi snorted softly, and a glaring bloodstain suddenly appeared on his body.

He paused, "Come again."

Ah Ruan cried louder.

Jiange made a very soft sound.

Zhuang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes.

The disciples who were secretly watching from a distance whispered:

"It's over, it's over!"

"I don't know if Master Fuzhi can come out from inside..."

"Who knows..."

The door of the Jiange slowly opened, exuding a heavy, rusty, bloody smell that had not been used for many years from the moment the door was opened.

A gloomy cold air diffused from inside.

But until the door was fully opened, Fuzhi did not come out from inside.

There was a commotion somewhere, mixed with exclamations and disbelief:

"Not really...?"

"Don't talk nonsense, shut up."

Zhuang Cheng planned to go in with a sullen face, but he saw a person slowly coming out of the dark Jiange. The person's face was almost transparent, his thick ink-like eyelashes quivered slightly, and there was no trace of blood on his lips.The silver-white robe was stained with blood, and the wounds from the various cruel instruments of torture seemed to be still bleeding out, deepening the glamour.

The Duanchen sword in his hand was not out of its sheath, and the blood that flowed out from nowhere meandered down from the thin wrist bones, soaking the entire scabbard in a dull color.

Fuzhi raised his eyes slightly, facing the sinking Leng Yang, his pupils were a little dilated, and his body swayed.

"Senior brother!"

Zhuang Cheng's expression tightened, and he came to him in the blink of an eye, stretched out his hand to support him, and rarely got angry: "What are you trying to do?! Is Jiange a random place?!"

As he quickly checked Fuzhi's pulse, he said, "I have already called someone to inform you that Senior Sister Wen Chu is coming, but she seems to be delayed by something. I will take you to Yaofeng to look for it now."

"Brother," Fuzhi called him softly, then brushed his hand away and coughed softly, "No need."

He is only injured now, and he has not had time to fake his internal injuries, and his pulse is very likely to be revealed.

"Fu Zhi!" Zhuang Cheng was really angry this time, he barely suppressed his breath, "Tell me, what do you want to do when you invite Jiange Thirteen Sentences?"

"Don't say it's for the reputation of Tian Yanzong, those so-called crimes add up, and they will definitely not reach No.13 punishment!"

Fuzhi lowered his eyes for a long time, and finally raised his head calmly: "There is an old rule in the sect, whoever volunteers to be punished by the Jiange thirteen, and survives, will no longer be restricted by the sect, and will be free as long as he is allowed to leave."

When he said this, his tone was calm, but it could be heard as paranoid.

Zhuang Cheng's voice became colder, and he looked at him firmly, "Junior brother, do you want to leave the sect?" The aura in his hand slowly condensed, and he was ready to knock people out, but the person in front of him shook his head and said , "Brother, I just want to go out for a walk."

The aura in Zhuang Cheng's hands dissipated immediately, and then he frowned even deeper, "It's a good thing to go out for a walk, why not..."

He looked at the bloodstains all over Fuzhi's body, "Forget it, go to Yaofeng first, and wait until the injury heals before going out for a walk."

Fuzhi murmured: "Brother, I'm leaving now."

His fingertips were still dripping with blood, but the palms hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly, and the cold blood was sticky between his fingers.

Fuzhi closed her eyes, hiding the pain that was suppressed under the calmness.

Yes, go now.

He locked himself in Cangwu Peak for more than a month without taking a single step. During these days, he suppressed the gap in his Dao heart again and again, but he still couldn't get out of the nightmare of Donghe Mountain and the day of marriage. Leaving, being forced to recall over and over again, the cracks in the heart of the Tao increased one by one...

The only thing left to clean the bones is to kill the bones, without the comfort of suppressing the bones, the cold pool has no effect at all, he spent two full moon backlashes in Cangwu Peak, and survived.

The gap in the heart of the Tao, the pain is the meridian and dantian, and the night of backlash, the pain is the bone.But even so, he was still... thinking about Yin Lingxi, and every time he thought about it, there would be endless aches and pains in his heart, accompanied by endless thoughts, which could drive people crazy.

He should hate this person obviously, but his body tells him that he should love Yin Lingxi deeply, even if his body is smashed to pieces, even if it is beyond redemption.

He wanted to ask Yin Lingxi face to face, why did he lie to him?

Zhuang Cheng looked at him for a while, "Where are you going?"

Fuzhi: "Senior brother, I invite you to receive the thirteen punishments of Jiange, one is because of guilt towards Tianyan Sect, and the other... is because I want to go to a place where there are no people and forget everything."

As soon as he said this, Zhuang Cheng's heart was stabbed slightly, and he sighed silently, unable to say a word of the obstructive words he originally wanted to say.He wanted to stretch out his hand to pat his little junior brother, but seeing Fuzhi's injuries all over his body, he couldn't find where to start.

At the end, he said: "Don't you leave after recovering from your injury?"

Fuzhi clenched his sword tightly and shook his head.

Zhuang Cheng was silent for a while, then gave him something, sighed, turned and left.

Fuzhi watched him walk away, lowered his head, in his palm lay a jade wrench, with a small Chinese character Zhuang engraved on the inside of the wrench.

This is the body protection instrument that Dao Shenzi gave to Zhuang Cheng before retreating. Up to now, it has been the symbol of half the suzerain Zhuang Cheng telling him that even if he intends to leave, no matter when, Tian Yanzong will always be him s home.

Fuzhi looked at it for a long time, but put it away carefully, and then turned around and left here under the eyes of all the people.

The gloomy and bloody gate of Jiange fell silent again, leaving only a pool of blood.

……

The Duanchen sword streaked across the sky, disappeared completely within the scope of Tian Yanzong, then quickly turned around and flew straight towards the direction of the demons.

The feigned weakness on Fuzhi's face completely disappeared, he was holding a blue ball in his hand, a strange light of excitement flashed in his pupils, and there was a hint of madness in his lazy expression: "Lingxi, take my things , take it all..."

All love, all hate.

Take all my strongest and most precious emotions.

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is the love I give to my soul..."

Ah Ruan: ...QAQ

Shivering.