Chapter 179: caning, Q&A, original form

Three days later, the Day of Judgment comes for the Feast of Jinhua.

When he was pushed up, he looked as if he had lost his strength, fell to his knees, then "barely" supported himself, raised his head, looked fearlessly straight at Chiyunzi, and said in a hoarse voice: "I, Yanyi Jinhua, pay my respects to the master. "

But in just a few days, surrounded by a huge crowd of falling dogs, from Shujue Duan to him.

Yujing Wen was still recovering from his injuries, so Shujue Duan came to hear the trial on his behalf.

Feast Jinhua is calm on the surface, but his heart is on fire.

His encounter in the past few days, the actual interpretation of what is called a fight, Jeep into a motorcycle, a fight, motorcycle into a flying pigeon.

In the thought that the other side has a chokehold, can be a KO, but the other side pulled out a gun, boom a shot to you, this feeling is not really wonderful.

But Feast Jinhua doesn't think he's going to be dogged so easily.

In the few days of suffering in the bright moon upstairs, he has already written a complete draft of the belly.

That Yujing Wen brought a demon cultivator's head to, is it ironclad evidence?

He has never colluded with those demons, even the correspondence is not, based solely on the red lips, Yujing Wen can be guilty of who?

And since he is not here today, I am afraid Chiyunzi does not intend to take his word for it completely.

Thinking about this, Feast Jinhua has some courage, making a full face of aggression, but in his heart, he can't help but complain:

This damn system, it's time to come back, right?

It's my bad luck that I ran into a high roller in this game, so I admit it, okay?

Anyway, he did not get anything, also tired of playing, this system to pick himself up and go to the next world, it is always possible, right?

After thinking about it for a while, he realized that Chiyunzi had only told him to kneel in public and had not said a word since the chimes of the public trial had sounded.

He peeked at Chiyunzi for a few moments, but found that his face was not angry or happy, only staring at him quietly, which made him feel even more puzzled and a bit short of breath.

Feast Jinhua intuited that the public trial was a little off from what he thought it would be.

Time passed, and as a hot sweat trickled down the corner of Jinhua's forehead, Chiyunzi finally spoke up.

He said, "Feast Jinhua."

With a jolt of energy, Banquet Jinhua immediately put on twelve minutes of energy and reviewed the belly draft in his head again quickly, "Yes, Master."

Chiyunzi asked, "I wonder how many years have passed since you entered the mountain?"

Feast Jinhua respectfully crouched on the ground, eyes darting and sweating, thinking, "What's with this melodramatic opening line? Reminiscing about the past? To climb up the relationship?

After some deliberation, he chose to follow the snake and said eagerly, "Yes, my disciple has been in the mountain for many years and has suffered the kindness of the master, and I am grateful for it and will never ......"

Chiyunzi lowered his eyes and stared down at the back of the man's neck where sweat was hidden: "I'm asking you a question."

Feast Jinhua is full of praise piled up in his throat: "...... ah?"

Chiyunzi said, "Let me ask you, since you entered the mountain, how many years have passed?"

Feast Jinhua instantly creeped out, all the hot sweat in unison into cold sweat, a drop fell on the stone floor in front of you, and soon converged into a small pool.

Experimenting with Jinhua does not require much effort at all.

Feast Jinhua himself is a living person, with his own origin, his own story, clearly registered on top of the ultimatum, black and white, can not be sophomoric.

But how will the "Sailor Fairy King" spend ink to detail the life of a supporting character in a supporting role?

Chiyunzi is not slow, three or four questions down, the feast Jinhua original carefully drafted all invalid, sweat like a waterfall, the original shape.

He could not remember the exact time he entered the mountain, and could not say the names of several friends who entered the mountain with him, and even stammered when asked about his parents' names.

After failing to answer two or three questions, Jinhua said that he had been upstairs in the moonlight for a long time and no one had spoken to him, so he was dizzy and asked the master to understand.

It's just that this patch is really embarrassing.

Chiyunzi's heart was already suspicious, and now that he had revealed his weakness, he could no longer allow him to haunt his beloved pupil's body.

There is a similarity between the daoist technique and the system's input of command data, so in a short time, the spirit of Feast Jinhua was caught out of the real Feast Jinhua's body like a chick.

The real Feast Jinhua whimpered and passed out, and was instantly held by Yun Su, who took him back to his room to rest.

After a brief moment of confusion, the disciples in the audience collectively erupted.

Senior Brother Banquet was taken over?

When did things start?

And in the midst of the hustle and bustle, Ying Lou's voice rang out in Xiaochi Chi's head, "Your idea really worked."

Earlier, he escaped from the system, disrupted the plan of Feast Jinhua, and used his bureau to turn the tables on him, bringing to the surface the fact that he had colluded with demon cultivators.

This method is effective, but the difficulty is how to close.

After all, they do not have real evidence of the banquet Jinhua and demon cultivators.

Once Xiaochi Chi's trick is played, it doesn't matter if the bad debt of whether or not the banquet Jinhua colluded with outsiders is settled.

In addition, by revealing this in public, the reputation of Yan Jinhua himself was cleared and preserved.

In less than a day, all the disciples of the whole mountain will know that their senior brother, Brother Yan, is the most innocent person in the whole incident.

Xiaochi Chi did not respond, but slightly raised an eyebrow, a little dejected.

He thought Ying Lou could not see it.

But Ying Lou, who was recovering from his injuries in Kaishu Peak, had already caught his childish expression and wanted to laugh and hug him a little.

Chiyunzi, who was on top, took the amulet into his hand and immediately sensed something odd.

The one who took the body is actually a mortal spirit?

Now, Chiyunzi is a bit uncertain.

If this person is a demonic cultivator of mischief, directly into the furnace, a fire is burned.

But at this time the person struggling in the talisman has no spiritual power, although I do not know how to take the body of his apprentice, but indeed an ordinary person is correct, it is very likely to be what went wrong, accidentally into the body.

Chiyunzi could not help but quickly fold a paper figure and blow it away with a breath, sending the soul on it, barely saving a small life of the feast Jinhua.

Feast Jinhua was beaten back in public and rolled all over the floor as soon as he was freed, barely suppressing the fire on his body.

His hair was all burnt, a face that was still quite handsome destroyed a small half, no inch of his body, a wretched mess.

Some disciples hurriedly threw their outer robes over to cover his body, so as not to scare the female disciples present.

When he caught his breath, Chiyunzi slapped the case and said angrily, "How did you take my disciple's body?

Feast Jinhua knew he was finished and could not explain, so he had to fight for his last strength and rolled and crawled towards the outside of the crowd, trying to get a chance to survive.

Chiyunzi was enraged, both because he felt sorry for his pupil, who had been possessed and almost ruined his reputation, and because he was angry that this person had dared to take his pupil's name and disturb the rules of the peak, which had almost caused the trouble of fighting between brothers and teachers! Beat him with a hundred sticks and take him to the Moon Tower! I'll see how long he will keep his mouth shut!"

This hundred sticks, hit can be said to be solid.

His torso was a paper man, and each stick landed on his soul body, which was not much worse than the pain of breaking bones directly.

Feast Jinhua was fixed hands and feet, crouched on the ground, wailing, and can not move, can only carp like moving the body, trying to avoid the stick, but there is no way to hide.

The hindquarters covered by the outer robe gradually had a large blood blot out.

He was punished last time, there is a feast Jinhua cultivated body to block the driver, offset a lot of pain, his original body is a drink of tap water are going to be upset stomach of ordinary people, where to eat this kind of suffering, the pain is howling, like killing a pig shouting I know I'm wrong don't hit, die a few times, and so a hundred sticks to be finished, he is already out of breath and no air, lying on the ground dying.

Xiaochi Chi moved at this time.

He walks over to Chiyunzi and whispers a few words.

Chiyunzi face disgust and hesitation coexist, thinking about it, finally waved a hand, let him go.

Shujue Duan took an elixir from the pouch at his waist, walked down the steps, walked to him, squatted on one knee, pinched his mouth and forced him to open his mouth.

After a pill was fed, Banquet Jinhua's breathing smoothed out again, and the pain that was numb gradually became clearer.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak, and his ears buzzed as if a cannonball had exploded in his earhole.

Shujue Duan stroked his shoulder, and his tone was as gentle and accommodating as ever: "Brother, the days are long, so be good and cherish yourself."

This is the motherly tone that Feast Jinhua once hated, but he tasted a little chill in these words.

Feast Jinhua a breath of air almost did not fall: "You ......"

Golden stars flew in front of his eyes, almost covering his vision.

Feast Jinhua thought of a lot in a flash.

Shujue Duan was almost lucky to make it all the way to the end when he took the sword from the stone.

He worshipped a good master, who loved him and protected him in every way.

When the rain in the mountain, he put a good mountain ghost inner elixir do not want, must make friends with others, but also by his hands.

Why is he able to turn good fortune? Why can't you?

The opportunity that he took all the trouble to take, why he can take it lying down?

All this, is it because he is the main character?

...... just because he's the lead!

Feasting on Jinhua's sudden surge of remorse, he scratched his fingers into the cracks of the tiles on the floor, feeling remorseful.

What was he thinking?

For this kind of people, he should cling to the thighs only!

He grabbed a straw in the middle of the pain and refused to let go, reaching out to tug at his shirt: "Shu Jie, Shu Jie, save me. I saved you in the beginning, I adopted you for so many years, you can't leave me alone! You can't!"

For each "I" word, Feicheng Jinhua bites it with a firm hand, fearing that Shujue Duan will not hear it.

Don't you preach that you will pay for your kindness? Aren't you a gentleman like jade?

Then you have to save me!

You can't leave your savior alone, can you?

Shujue Duan held his arms that were scratching wildly and gently soothed him, "I know. I know everything."

Banquet Jinhua, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, showed a fluke smile.

However, in the next second, Shujue Duan said, "Brother remembered all the good things he did for me so clearly, but does Brother still remember the revenge for killing my parents? And how do you plan to repay them?"

Banquet Jinhua's heart suddenly clenched and he immediately tried to get out from under Shujue Duan's control, averting his eyes, his face full of panic: "I didn't, I didn't do this!"

It wasn't his fault in the first place.

Even without his own intervention, Shujue Duan's parents would have died.

But such absurd arguments, he simply can not say the words.

Xiaochi Chi quietly crouched in front of him, looking at his wretched look, a gentle smile, and not angry.

His right hand was padded on his knee.

If Shujue Duan wanted to, he would only need a sword finger to easily slit his throat and wipe him out.

But Shujue Duan doesn't seem to have any intention of doing anything about it.

Xiaochi Chi then felt something, stood up: "because of the past years, I did not kill you immediately, is already considerate of love. In the future, I hope that you will have a smooth and safe life, and never, never meet with Duan again."

After saying this, Xiaochi Chi turned around and asked in his mind, "Are you sure you won't kill him yourself?"

"Ten years of benevolence, it is really not appropriate to do it in public. Shujue Duan wrote on the inside of his robe sleeve, "A sword is also a way to cut off his dusty roots and relieve him of his illness. Now, I only wish that he will stay in this world forever and live a hundred years."

Xiaochi Chi smiled.

Over the past year, Shujue Duan has grown rapidly.

Perhaps, within five years of accompanying Jiming Ye in his training, Shujue Duan has lost his youthful ignorance.

He can observe manners, can be respectful, strict discipline, cultivate the body, but very clear how to use their abilities, and who is worthy of his sincere treatment, a force to protect.

He holds a sword in his right hand and strokes the scriptures with his left. The combination of compassion and thunder is what makes Shujue Duan what he is today.

After the public trial, Xiaochi Chi and Shujue Duan returned to Kaishu Peak.

When he returned, Jiming Ye, the snake, was confronting Yujing Wen, the milk cat, in bed.

Jiming Ye was afraid of attracting attention and did not dare to use the original appearance of the viper, so he turned into a small snake, hissing and spitting red letters, shaking his head left and right, trying to intimidate the white fluffy kitten in front of him.

The kitten at first just walked him around in circles, tilting his head absently to look at him, obviously far more interested in his soft paw pads than in Jiming Ye.

Jiming Ye became proud of himself, and with a fierce probe, he stretched his neck out in a mighty manner and came up to the little white cat's eyes: "Sizzle..."

Yujing Wen lifted his paws with a swift movement and stomped Jiming Ye's head under his paws.

Jiming Ye : "......"

He was annoyed by the stomp, quickly broke free and opened his mouth to bite over.

Yujing Wen slapped its face to the side.

Before Jiming Ye could go crazy, a hand came up and cupped his cheek.

The familiar smell, and can not shut up, Jiming Ye's tail grumbled along his wrist coiled up, wrapped several circles before the anger subsided.

He struggled, "Let go of me! This monarch will swallow it alive!"

Shujue Duan didn't say anything, only took the knuckle of his right middle finger and gently rubbed it against his jaw.

Jiming Ye felt quite comfortable, and his anger was not so big, lifting his neck in the direction of his finger strokes, thinking with indignation that this fish is pulling away from the fight, which is really abominable, and will be stewed and eaten one day.

Yujing Wen, on the other hand, "meowed" and ambled to Xiaochi Chi's hand.

Xiaochi Chi looked down at him.

He disguised himself as a hand warmer, holding his wrist, tilting his head to look at Xiaochi Chi, seriously for a long time, before bending his eyes and showing a smile.

Xiaochi Chi : "......" single for a long time, look at a cat are eyebrows.

He put Jiming Ye, who was thinking about fish stew, away and picked up the little ball of fluff, plucking away the fine, soft, pure white fluff, which was still mottled with scars.

Xiaochi Chi took the ointment and gently rubbed it on.

The ointment is a bit cold, and the upper body probably hurts a lot, but the cat in his arms is very good, not moving a bit, not biting, not scratching, not pampering, lying obediently in his palm, let him apply, only at the end of the medicine, with his mouth gently touched the tip of his tail finger, like an unintentional kiss.

Xiaochi Chi asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Ouch." Ying Lou's somewhat gentle and helpless voice sounded in his head. "Take a mouthful of candy and take it easy."

Xiaochi Chi did not say anything, changed his coat and lay down with the cat in his arms, ready for his lunch break.

Since he wanted to hide, Ying Lou pretended not to hear his beating heart, snuggled under the covers, pressed against his shoulder, and did not move, as if she was asleep.

However, Xiaochi Chi's shoulders are stiff.

Since their identities were revealed, Xiaochi Chi has not asked Ying Lou more questions, such as when and how Ying Lou knew she was Ying Lou, and why she denied it before.

Xiaochi Chi guessed a few answers but didn't bother to ask.

He figured it had something to do with the Lord God, and maybe a few of Ying Lou's friends in the system.

To ask more questions is to cause more trouble.

Xiaochi Chi's brain is quite good at dealing with other people's problems, but he has not yet figured out how to deal with his own problems.

He thought, "Why is Lou always so nice to him? So good that he couldn't help but want more and want to dream.

Xiaochi Chi turned his back, not moving to avoid the warm kitten ball, and shushed slightly with a hot breath.

Practice sword, blind barren think better than practice sword.

He was about to get up when an arm came around from behind without warning and gently took hold of his arm.

"Don't move." Ying Lou's voice then came from behind, "I have some questions for you."

...... When did he take on human form?

Xiaochi Chi rolled the knot in his throat twice and let out a short airy sound, "Hmm."

Ying Lou herself is not too aggressive, her voice is gentle and comforting all over, like warm water slowly poured on the heart, but it always captures Xiaochi Chi's heart easily, like grabbing a rabbit's ear.

Xiaochi Chi turned his back on Ying Lou, who was sleeping under the same quilt with him, and wondered between pauses in his voice that he must not be wearing any clothes now.

Ying Lou asked, "Do you still want to go back to the old world now?"

Ying Lou has been thinking about this issue for a long time.

He was a little distressed by Xiaochi Chi.

He knows what a person can become after a few years in bed, and it can take longer than lying down to learn to walk again.

Ying Lou was afraid that an adult would have to toddle around like a baby with legs that had completely lost their muscles.

Ying Lou thinks that people like Xiaochi Chi can live well in any world.

He could have gone to Zuoshan Ji's world, and Zuoshan Ji would have remembered him, taken care of him, and made his life good.

And one only needs to take one more host to get to him.

As little as one year, as much as two years.

The world Xiaochi Chi is in is the world he is going to.

Xiaochi Chi's response was, "Why not?"

He still has to go back, ah.

Ying Lou agrees with all his decisions, but her heart just aches for him: "It's not easy to learn to walk."

Xiaochi Chi smiled: "I can learn anything."

Ying Lou asked, "When the time comes, will you wait for me?"

Xiaochi Chi said, "No wait."

Ying Lou was slightly surprised by this answer, and he gave a low "huh?" He gave a low "huh?" but did not wait for Xiaochi Chi's next reply.

He could tell that Xiaochi Chi's answer was less of a gambit and more of a statement.

Before he could think about it, Xiaochi Chi spoke up again, "Master, I have a question too."

Ying Lou : "You say."

Xiaochi Chi didn't turn around, "Master, are you dressed?"

...... Honestly, he really cares quite a bit.

Ying Lou was stunned, then laughed lightly, tightened his arms, and put Xiaochi Chi into his arms.

He was quite fully clothed, and the two bodies of clothing rubbed together and picked up some static electricity.

However, he did not fully retract his cat body, the tip of his fluffy tail gently hooked Xiaochi Chi's waist under the blanket.

Luckily, Ying Lou did not make any further moves and soon let go of his hand: "Relieved?"

Xiaochi Chi's face seems to have little expression fluctuation, but his face has slightly red.

He stood up with his lapels gathered and said, "It's okay."

"Go out and practice your sword." Ying Lou lay on his side on the couch, raised his gray-blue eyes to look at him, the clothing on his chest was rubbed a bit by Xiaochi Chi due to the action of the party, "Our mission, should also be about to wrap up."