Heart Protection Chapter 69:

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When the geese wake up again, they no longer breathe the muddy air of the Southwest.

Here, the aura is filled with aura, which is the familiar aura that she has breathed since childhood.

Chenxing Mountain...

The goose turned back and distinguished where she was, but the place where she was now was dark and silent, only a beam of light above her head shone from the sky and fell on the ground, revealing a mottled shadow.

The geese squinted back to see, some of them dazzled by the sun. I don't know where in Chenxing Mountain I am now.

She wanted to stand up and take two steps, but found that her limbs were trapped by four heavy chains. When she moved her head, she also felt like being bound by a hard iron block on her neck. She raised her hand and touched it, and as expected, the chain was also locked on her neck. Looking up, the five iron chains that locked her were firmly fixed around the entrance of the cave, and there was a French seal beside her.

Yan Hui tried to probe his body, and sure enough, there was nothing in the body, and it was probably sealed. I'm afraid it won't be possible to lift the breath to fly out. Fortunately, the chain of the iron chain is long, which does not affect her walking back and forth in this dungeon.

Yanhui sat down cross-legged, and didn't understand what Ling Xiao had in mind to bring her back to Chenxing Mountain.

There is also the Tian Yao left in the magma of Mie Mountain, will it really be boiled into a dragon soup...

"Master!" The Yan went back here, still thinking, and Zichen's voice came from outside the hole above his head. He said quickly and quickly, "Master! This whipping committee is too heavy, and the scourge is no longer necessary. Disciple Chenxingshan, why didn't Master let her go?"

"Why talk too much?"

Hearing Ling Fei's unfailing voice, Yan Hui raised his eyebrows. It sounded like a lot of people came outside. It was Ling Xiao who wanted to use a whip to whip her, so did she invite a lot of people to watch the ceremony?

"Now this geese has already cultivated the demon technique, is advancing very fast, and is also dedicated to helping the demon race. If she indulges, she is afraid that she will harm the world. Since she is a person from Chenxing Mountain, brothers are doing harm to the common people, why not Properly."

It sounds like it makes sense.

Yanhui heard Zichen's voice gone. Originally, her senior brother was a bad-spoken person, so how could she argue tit-for-tat with others.

It is not easy to be able to speak for her at this time.

There was only a moment of silence outside, and Ling Xiao said: "It's noon, whipping."

As soon as his voice fell, Yan Hui only felt that the iron chains of his limbs were tight, and he pulled her to the entrance of the hole, sending her out all the time, and then the chains changed in the air, one after another. |Hard until it becomes the power that supports and hangs her in the air.

Looking down, Yan Hui couldn't help but raised his eyebrows. The uncles and uncles of Chenxing Mountain were all present, and even the big disciples from various peaks lined up behind them.

The first ones are Ling Xiao and Zichen Ziyue, as well as a group of seniors and sisters that Yanhui can't be more familiar with.

I'm really watching the ceremony...

But when Yanhui saw the whip in Ling Xiao's hand, she instantly understood why everyone was standing like this.

Exterminating the soul whip, breaking her muscles and bones, and destroying her immortal roots, causing her soul to be greatly injured. In this life, there is no possibility of cultivating the Tao, and it may directly make her a useless person.

This is undoubtedly the harshest punishment for a cultivator. Since the establishment of the school in Chenxing Mountain, although the rule of Soul Destroying Whip has been established, no one has been given this punishment. No matter how wrong it is to be an apprentice, many masters are still cruel.

After all, I watched the grown-up children little by little, and taught them little by little.

And Ling Xiao was able to play well.

She practiced the demon method, did he make such an unforgivable mistake in his heart?

Ling Xiao's tactics, the soul-killing whip in his hand floated in the air, the long whip turned in the air, dancing a bright red light and shadow, and then "slapped" her body. For a moment, the geese felt that the area where they had been beaten became numb, and when the second whip was about to fall, the pain felt like a needle stick from the wound.

The second whip fell and hit the same place. It was a painful place like a needle stick. This whip seemed to hit all the needles through her bones.

Yan Hui's uncontrollable lips turned white, and she bit her lip, her eyes congested suddenly.

The third whip is still the same place!

Yanhui bit her lip, and the blood was under the corner of her mouth, but she didn't feel the pain, because the pain she could feel was in the place where she was beaten by the whip.

On the 9th, eighty-one whips, the place where you beat each day is different, but the eighty-one whips will fall in the same place every day.

However, after hitting seven or eight whips, some of the disciples below couldn't see it, and bowed their heads in silence.

Zichen’s lips trembled: "Master! For the sake of master and apprentice for many years, Master will let go of the goose!"

Ling Xiao was unmoved, and Ling Fei slanted next to him, glanced at him, the corners of his mouth moved slightly as if he was about to speak again. Zichen straightened up his robe and knelt down: "The geese have been lonely since childhood, and their disposition is inevitably lax. Even if they make mistakes, they have never committed any harm. At any rate, they have been with the master for ten years. Give her this time!"

Yanhui was a little confused by the whip, but the sound of Zichen knelt on the ground and pleaded in her ears.

"Master..." By Zichen's side, other disciples also took two steps out, "Although Yanhui is at fault, the criminal committee is too cruel..."

Someone spoke, and the disciples behind them all reconsidered softly.

Ling Xiao only looked up at Yan Hui who was still being flogged, as if he hadn't heard the pleading from around him at all, and was unmoved.

Yan Hui bit her lip to death, even though she had bitten her lips, she did not cry out a word of pain.

Stubbornly like a stone.

On the first day, the eighty-one whip geese did not know how they survived. She was not unconscious, nor did she close her eyes, she just opened her eyes, gritted her teeth, and abruptly finished the eighty-one whip. .

When the last whip fell, the geese returned to his ears and heard the sound of a bone fracture somewhere in his body. She didn't know exactly where it was hurt, because the whole body seemed to be painful no longer like her own.

After the sentence was finished, the chain slowly fell, returning the goose back to the dungeon.

The people outside slowly dispersed.

Yanhui lay on the ground, looking at the sky outside, and soon saw Zichen's worried face appear at the entrance of the cave. He looked at the Yanhui below without saying a word.

Yan Hui tried his last bit of strength and grinned: "Big brother." Her voice was extremely hoarse, "Thank you."

Then it looked like rain in the sky, and drops of water fell on Yanhui's face. Zichen wiped his face, said sorry, gritted his teeth and walked away.

She, a big brother, just likes to take the responsibility on himself. Why can he be sorry for her? He didn't beat her, he could do everything for her...

In the evening, when the geese lay back on the ground, Jie Er smelled the scent of the food, which was the smell of the big pot of rice made by the long-lost Fatty Zhang.

Yan Hui moved the tip of his nose twice, and looked up at the hole, only to see a figure pulling the bamboo basket and sending things down little by little, falling onto the side of Yan Hui's head.

Yan Hui squinted his eyes to see the figure clearly, and was slightly taken aback: "Ziyue?"

Ziyue's figure froze, unexpectedly Yanhui was still awake, she didn't seem to want Yanhui to find out that she was herself, so she coughed twice: "Well, it's the big brother who asked me to deliver the food, hurry up Order, I’m leaving after I’m finished."

Yan Hui slightly propped up and looked into the basket. There was food, chicken legs, or two big chicken legs.

Ziyue knows that she likes to eat chicken thighs. During previous quarrels, Ziyue often snatched chicken thighs back to show punishment. Yan Hui is now a prisoner, how can there be chicken legs in the prisoner’s dishes? I don’t know how Ziyue stole it from Fatty Zhang...

The Yan Hui smiled, took out a chicken leg and ate it, and took two more meals.

In fact, she has no appetite, but she still has to force herself to eat, because she doesn’t eat, how can she survive tomorrow’s eighty-one whips? She still doesn’t want to die, even if her bones are broken, even if she can’t cultivate immortality anymore. , Then she didn't want to die either.

She still has Tian Yao... to save it.

When the vegetables in the bamboo basket were a little empty, Yan Hui saw that there was a small bottle of medicine hidden beside the chicken legs, Chen Xingshan's medicine for traumatic injuries.

It was useless for her injury from the whip, but Yanhui still accepted it.

"I have eaten." As she said, Ziyue took the basket back and saw that the medicine in it was gone. Ziyue nodded and muttered a few words when she left: "What do you want to do? Demon method, we will help you intercede this time. If the master is willing to let you go, you should never go out with the monster again. If you are still like that, you are really dead."

The geese laughed after hearing this.

One laugh, the senior sister who used to be like that with her would actually help her begging at this time, second laugh, let Ling Xiao let her go, I’m afraid it’s harder than soaring, Sanxiao Ziyue’s rhetoric......

Actually, the disciples of Chenxing Mountain are not bad, all the cultivators want to eliminate demons and kill demons, protect the world’s peace, just like Xifeng, like Zichen, and even Ziyue, they all have a gentle side. They are all very good minds, but...

Teached wrong.

The demons are not all evil either.

The goose thought about these messy things, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, the wound hurt again, and she seemed to see Tian Yao in the midst of half-dreaming and half-waking. Tian Yao sat beside her, looking at her in silence.

"Twenty years ago, did you feel the same pain." She asked him, but she didn't get an answer.

But Yanhui doesn't need to answer now. She used to see Tian Yao hurt like that on the night of the full moon, and she felt as if she had felt the same with him. However, only now did Yanhui know that there is no such thing. Only he knows Tian Yao's pain, and only she knows her current pain.

You can only experience how painful it is to be hurt by someone you love in the most cruel way.

She grabbed his hand and shook it gently: "It's funny, at this time, I'm a little...sorry for you."

The person who was holding her hand was just silent.

The next day came very quickly at noon, and the geese were still in the haze, so they were dropped.

Same as yesterday, eighty-one whips and whips were in the same place, but unlike yesterday, none of the other uncles and uncles came today. Only Ling Fei looked aside for a while, and left without finishing it.

Ling Xiao did not allow any of his disciples to follow.

Until the eighty-one flogging, Yanhui did not see Zichen and Ziyue.

The chain dropped slowly and took her back to the dungeon. Before landing, Yan Hui glanced at Ling Xiao, but seeing that the corners of his mouth were a little tight while standing with his hand, Yan Hui couldn't help but open his mouth softly. : "Master."

Ling Xiao was startled slightly, her eyes fixed on Yanhui's body.

The geese smiled back: "Will you love me too?"

The Yan Hui was pulled into the dungeon by the chain. The corners of Ling Xiao's lips moved slightly, but in the end he just lowered his eyes. He flicked his sleeves, and the mountain wind lifted his robe. He stepped on his own, as if leaving here indifferently.