Article 67

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Chapter 28

Elder Yuheng was punished for breaking the precepts. This incident was like having wings, and almost everyone in the sect knew about it that night without waiting until the next morning.

If two hundred sticks were exchanged for ordinary people, they would probably be beaten to death. Even a cultivator can drink a pot of it.

Xue Meng jumped up after learning about it: "What?! Master went to the Discipline Court?"

"Young master, hurry up and talk to your lord, your lord is already wounded, how can he bear two hundred sticks?"

Xue Meng was going crazy: "My father? No, my father is still in the Snow Palace and has not come back. Feige's letter will not arrive until the next day at least. Why don't you stop the master?"

Mo Ran and Shi Mei glanced at each other.

Stop Chu Wanning?

Who in this world can stop him?

"No, no, I'll go find him now." Xue Meng hurriedly ran towards the commandment court. Before entering the courtyard, he saw a group of discipline elders' disciples blocking the entrance of the main hall, whispering something.

"What are you doing with the stick? Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

"Little Lord!"

"Ah, the young master is here."

"Give way, the young master is here."

The disciples quickly separated the two sides and made way for Xue Meng. The gate of the Qingtian Palace was opened, and Chu Wanning sat in it kneeling, with a straight body and closed eyes. The elder of the precepts held an iron stick in his hand, and was reciting the law of death and life. Every time he finished reading one, the iron stick slammed on Chu Wanning's back.

"The ninety-first law of our sect, don't indiscriminately hurt innocent people, don't use fairy arts to deal with ordinary people, under the stick, do you have any complaints?"

"No complaints."

"The ninety-second law of our sect, don't act recklessly, don't show your own quickness, under the stick, do you have any complaints?"

"No complaints."

The elders of the precepts dare not be soft-hearted, and can only implement it impartially. After more than ninety sticks, Chu Wanning's white robes were completely stained with blood.

Xue Meng respected Chu Wanning the most, and when he saw this, his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted: "Master!"

Chu WanNing turned a deaf ear, still closing his eyes, his brows slightly frowned.

Elder Discipline looked towards the door and said in a low voice, "Elder Yuheng, the young master is here."

"I'm not deaf, I heard it." Chu Wanning's mouth was bruised, but he didn't raise his eyes. "His child is noisy, don't worry about it."

The precept elder sighed: "...Yuheng, why are you doing this?"

"Who made my disciple always disobedient." Chu Wanning said lightly, "If I don't follow the law and be punished today, what face will I have to discipline others in the future."

"..."

"Go ahead."

"Ah..." Elder Discipline looked at his pale and slender neck, protruding from the edge of the wide collar, hanging gently like thin smoke, and couldn't help saying, "Then at least it's lighter?"

"...This move is no different from deception." Chu Wanning said, "Don't worry, it's only two hundred sticks, I can bear it."

"Elder Yuheng..."

"Command, you don't need to say more, continue."

The iron rod finally fell down again.

Xue Meng's voice was distorted: "Elder Commandment! Don't you fucking stop? Where do you put this young master? You hit my master!! It's my master!!!"

The precept elder had no choice but to bite the bullet and pretend he didn't hear.

Xue Meng's lungs were about to explode: "Didn't you hear that old man? I ordered you to stop! You, if you dare to hit him again, I, I, I—"

He was me for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything to say. After all, he was only a fifteen-year-old boy. No matter how "the proud son of heaven", his strength and qualifications were far inferior to the elders, so he could only blush and choke out an unreasonable sentence. if--

"I told my dad to go!!!"

Precept Elder: "..."

Chu Wanning sighed imperceptibly.

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

The clothes were all torn, and the blood was hideous and glaring.

Xue Meng couldn't bear it anymore. His eyes were red in a hurry, and he was about to rush in, but Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and waved, an enchantment instantly slashed down, blocking the door, bouncing Xue Meng back a few steps, Almost fell to the ground.

Chu Wanning coughed up blood, rolled his eyes, and squinted with a pair of sharp and lightning-like phoenix eyes.

"Shame on you, go back!"

"Master!"

Chu Wanning sternly said: "When will the young master at the peak of death and life order the elders of the precepts to bend the law for personal gain? Get out!"

Xue Meng stared at him, his eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be water beads swirling inside.

Mo Ran touched his chin beside him, and the corner of his mouth was still curled up like nothing: "Oh, it's not good, Fenghuang'er is going to cry."

Hearing this sentence, Xue Meng turned his head suddenly, and gave Mo Ran a hard look. The eyes with tears in them were red, but he couldn't bear to let the tears roll down.

No complaints, no more talking back.

He crawled up from the ground, lowered his head, gritted his teeth and wiped off the dust on his body, then knelt down towards the Qingtian Temple: "Master, this disciple understands his mistake."

Chu Wanning was still being tortured by the iron rod, his back had never been bent, but his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

Xue Meng stubbornly said: "But I won't go, I will accompany Master."

After all, I can't afford to kneel.

Mo Ran's eyes are turning to the sky. Xue Meng Xue Ziming, the proud son of heaven, is humble to the bone in front of Chu Wanning alone. He is a phoenix in front of others, but he can become a quail in front of Master. If it wasn't for sure that Xue Meng didn't like men, Mo Ran would suspect that this guy probably fell in love with Chu Wanning, so he would be so determined to die without regret. The master slapped him on the left cheek, but this little quail can also move his right cheek too cheaply.

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