The elders of Yu Heng were punished for breaking the ring. It was like inserting wings. They didn't have to wait until the next morning. Almost everyone in the martial art knew that night.

Two hundred sticks, changed to ordinary people, I am afraid that they can be killed alive. Even the people who cultivated the immortals are enough to drink a pot.

After Xue Meng was informed, he jumped up and said: "What?! Masters go to the disciplinary court?"

"Less Lord, you are going to talk to the Lord, the Master has been wounded, two hundred sticks, where did he live?"

Xue Meng is mad: "I am not? I am still not coming back to the Snow Palace. The pigeons must be booked at least for the next day. Why don't you stop the Master?"

The ink burned and the teacher looked at each other.

Stop Chu nightning?

Who can stop him in this world?

"No, no, I will go to him." Xue Meng rushed to the direction of the disciplinary court. Before I entered the yard, I saw a group of disciples elders who were blocked at the entrance of the main hall and were whispering something.

"What are you doing? Give me away! Let go!"

"Little Lord!"

"Ah, the Lord is coming."

"Let's let, let the Lord come."

The disciples quickly separated on both sides and gave way to Xue Meng. The door of Qingtian Temple was open, and Chu night was sitting in it, his body was straight and his eyes closed. The ruler elders, the iron rod, are reading the law of the dead and the dead. After each one, the iron rod is on the back of the night.

"The 91st law of this door, can not be indiscriminate and innocent, can not be immortal to the common, under the stick, you can have complaints?"

"No complaints."

"The 92nd law of this door, you must not arbitrarily deliberate, you can't swear by yourself, under the stick, can you complain?"

"No complaints."

The precepts elders dare not be soft and can only be enforced. More than ninety sticks down, Chu nightning white robes have been dyed by blood.

Xue Meng is the most respectful of the late night, seeing the eyes straight and bloodshot, shouting: "Master!"

Chu night Ning Ruo Ruo Wen, still with his eyes, the eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

The elders of the precepts looked at the door and lowered their voices: "The elders of Yuheng, the Lord is coming."

"I don't want to, I heard it." Chu night, Ning mouth corners of the blood, but did not raise his eyes, "his child is noisy, do not go."

The precepts elders sighed: "... Yu Heng, why are you?"

"Whoever makes my disciples are always disobedient." Chu night Ning faint, "If I am not punished according to the law today, I will continue to discipline others in the future."

"..."

"You go on."

"Oh..." The precepts elders looked at his pale, long neck, and slid out from the wide collar of the collar, and slid softly like a thin smoke. "At least it is lighter?"

"...this is different from bullying." Chu said, "I don't worry, but two hundred sticks, I can afford it."

"Yuheng elders..."

"The commandment, you don't have to say more, continue."

The iron rod finally fell again.

Xue Meng’s voice is distorted: “The precepts elders! Are you **** still not stopping? Where do you put this less? You are playing my teacher!! It’s my teacher!”

The precepts elders had to bite the scalp and did not hear.

Xue Meng is almost mad at the lungs: "Don't you hear the old man? You ordered that you stop! You, you have to dare to beat him, me, me, me-"

He has been for a long time, I can't think of anything to say. After all, it is only a fifteen-year-old boy. Even if he is "the pride of the sky", his strength and qualifications are far less than the elders, he can only blush and swear a rough sentence. if--

"I told me to go!"

Precepts elders: "..."

Chu night Ning slightly sighed uncontrolly.

Ninety-seven sticks. Ninety-eight sticks. Ninety-nine sticks. One hundred sticks...

工具s are soaked, and blood is glaring.

Xue Meng couldn't help it anymore. He rushed discovered his scorpion, and he slammed into it. He suddenly squinted at the night, and raised his hand, and an enchantment instantly slammed down, blocking the door, and moving Xue Meng back a few steps. Almost fell to the ground Trading.

Chu night, coughing blood, turning the eyes, a pair of fierce and fierce phoenix eyes squatting.

"Disgrace people, roll back!"

"Master!"

Chu night Ning Li said: "When can the young master of death and death be able to order the precepts elders to smuggle the law? Not to roll!"

Xue Meng stared at him, his eyes wide open, and there were water beads in it.

The ink burned and touched the chin, and the corner of the mouth was still playing with the kind of scroll that seemed like nothing: "Oh, not good, the phoenix is ​​going to cry."

Upon hearing this sentence, Xue Meng jerked back and slammed the ink, and the eyes with tears were all red, but they could not let the tears roll down.

No complaints, no more talk.

He climbed up from the ground and lowered his head. He bit his teeth and wiped the dust off his body. Then he squatted toward the Qingtian Temple: "Master, the disciple is wrong."

Chu night Ning is still tortured by the iron rod, the back has not been bent, but his face is pale, his forehead is covered with fine cold sweat.

Xue Meng said: "But I don't go, I am with the Master."

Speaking of it, I look down on it.

The white eyes of the ink will turn to the sky. Xue Meng Xue Ziming, the pride of the sky, but humbled in the bones in front of the night. In front of others is a phoenix, in front of the master can become a c.o.c.kroach. If it is not determined that Xue Meng does not like men, the ink burns must suspect that this guy is probably looking at the late night of the Chu, will be so dead and die of nine regrets. Master respected his left face, and this little c.o.c.kroach could smash the right face.

Take it, take it.

It’s really enough for a dog’s leg.

Although my heart is scornful, but I don’t know why I’m so bitter, and I’m burning with Xue Meng. After a while, the more I look at it, the less I feel. I don’t think he can make him loyal.

Chu night Ning would not like himself, Xue Meng is so noisy, after the night, would rather not be more biased?

So simply smashed the past, kneeling beside Xue Meng.

"I am also accompanying the Master."

Of course, the teacher also followed, and the three disciples were all waiting outside. The disciples under the other elders heard the news in various names and rushed to the disciplinary court to see the excitement.

"G.o.d, how is the elder of Yu Heng..."

"I heard that I was beaten by ordinary people in a rage."

"Ah! So fierce?"

"Oh, whispered, I was heard by Elder Yu Heng and I was looking back!"

There are still people: "How are the young masters squatting?"

"Mo Gongzi is also stunned..."

The ink burned beautifully, and the mouth was sweet. I didn't know how many girls were doing good repairs on weekdays. At this time, some people couldn't help but pity. They whispered softly: "Good heartache, how to do it, do you want to ask for help?" ""

"Their mentoring, we still have less control. If you dare to go, you will go. Anyway, I am embarra.s.sed. Do you remember the sister who was beaten by the elders of Yuheng for a few hundred whip..."

"..............."

Two hundred sticks.

The enchantment was finally withdrawn.

Xue Meng quickly climbed up from the ground and even ran to the Qingtian Temple. He looked close to him. When he saw the appearance of Chu’s late night, he screamed "ah" and turned his head to hold the precepts. Collar: "You are the old man, you won't be lighter!!!"

"Xue Ziming." Chu nightning closed his eyes, the blood-stained lips opened and closed, and the hoa.r.s.e voice revealed an invisible deterrent.

"..."

Xue Meng's knuckles creaked, slamming the precepts elders and letting people go. At this time, the ink burned also came. He was still smiling. He felt that the precepts of the precepts must take into account the ident.i.ty of Chu Yuning and would not be heavy. But looking down at the injury of Chu Xiaoning, suddenly, the smile on his face condensed.

Chu night Ning actually did not tell the elders of the precepts that he had a shoulder injury? !

The two hundred rods were more or less, and the seven seven eight eight eight, all on the old shackles on his shoulders.

The new injury is stacked with old injuries.

Chu night, you...

crazy? !

The pupils shrank, and a strong grudge rushed into my heart.

I don’t know what I’m complaining about, or I’m angry, I just feel that there is a fire in my stomach, the five internal organs are burnt, and the six smolders are burning. He was accustomed to the dying of the night, and his smas.h.i.+ng his self-esteem and tarnis.h.i.+ng his whiteness. However, the ink can't stand the pain of Chu Xi Ning, but it is played by others!

It’s about not forgetting the reasons of the past, and the burning of the subconscious feels that this person is his own. This person is dead, alive, hateful or hateful, all of his own.

He did not care that Chu was late to be punished. That is, he thought that Chu Xiening was an elder, and the two hundred rods would certainly not be severe punishment.

At the very least, he will avoid the wounds that have not healed on his shoulders.

But Chu night Ning actually did not say! Actually don't say it! What is this madman? What are you forbearing? What do you insist on in a stupid position? ! ?

There was a chaos in his head, and the ink burned him to raise his hand to help him. However, Xue Meng had already taken his step, and he took it down and smashed it.

"..." The ink-burning hand hung in the air, and after a while, it was put down again.

He watched Xue Meng help Chu night to go far away, and I don’t know how it tasted.

I want to keep up, but I don't want to move away.

Everything in my life has pa.s.sed.

Today, Chu nightning is only his master.

Between them, any confusion, hatred, and entanglement have not happened.

He should not have this idea. Who is playing in the late night, who is holding it, who is with whom he loves, even if he is killed, there is no relations.h.i.+p with him.

The teacher came to him: "Let's go, let's go see with the lesser."

"I don't go, there is Xuemeng. It's enough. I can't help much. If there are more people, it will add chaos." The ink burned on the surface, but the heart was a little chaotic.

He really does not understand what he feels now, what is it.

Is it hate?

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Comes with a small card sticker number 2.

Xue Meng

Word: Zi Ming.

Nickname: This person has not died

Occupation: He is the king of the mountain, he is the young master of the mountain king

Say something simple: mine second generation

Social appearance: outstanding talents who have not yet graduated

Say something simple: unemployed youth

Currently favorite: someone praises him, praises him, praises him in death

Favorite food: hot pot, to be spicy

Hate: no one praises him

Height: currently 169, fully grown 178