Chapter 28: This seat is a little disturbed

Yu Heng was punished for breaking his commandments, and it was like the whole sect knew about it that night without waiting until the next morning.

Two hundred sticks would have killed an ordinary person. Even an immortal cultivator would have had enough to drink.

Xue Meng jumped up when she found out: "What? The Master has gone to the Court of Discipline."

" young master, go and talk to the master, the master is already wounded, two hundred sticks, he can't stand it."

Xue Meng was going crazy: "My father can't, my father is still at Snow Walk Palace and hasn't returned, the pigeon will not arrive until the next day at least. Why don't you stop your master?"

Mo Ran and Shi Mei looked at each other.

Stopping Chu Wanning

Who in the world can stop him?

"No, no, I'm going to find him." Xue Meng roared and ran in the direction of the Precept Court. Before he could enter the courtyard, he saw a group of disciples of the Preceptor's Court blocking the entrance to the main hall, whispering about something.

"Get out of my way!"

" young master "

"Ah, here comes the young master."

"Move over, young master is coming."

The disciples quickly stood on either side, making way for Xue Meng. The doors of the Green Heavenly Hall are open, and Chu Wanning sits kneeling in them, his body straight, his eyes closed. With his iron staff in his hand, the Elder Preceptor was reciting the laws of the Peak of Death and Life, and at the end of each one, the staff gave Chu Wanning a sharp blow on the back.

"The ninetieth rule of our school is that no innocent person shall be harmed, no immortal art shall be used against a mortal, under the rod, do you have a complaint?"

"No complaints."

"The ninety-second law of our school is that you must not act without permission, and you must not try to get your own way.

"No complaints."

The Preceptor did not dare to be lenient and had to be impartial. After ninety strokes, Chu Wanning's white robe was already stained with blood.

Xue Meng, who respected Chu Wanning above all else, saw his eyes streaked with blood and shouted, "Master!"

Chu Wanning is oblivious, still with his eyes closed and his brow slightly furrowed.

The Preceptor looked towards the door and lowered his voice, " Elder Yu Heng, the young master is here."

"I'm not deaf, I heard you." Chu Wanning's mouth welled up with bruises but he didn't raise his eyes, "He's a noisy child, don't bother."

The Preceptor sighed, " Yu Heng, why are you doing this"

"Who made my disciples always disobedient." Chu Wanning said indifferently, "If I am not punished according to the law today, how can I ever be ashamed to teach others again?"

""

"You go on."

"Alas," said the Preceptor, looking at his pale, slender neck, poking out from the edge of the wide collar, hanging lightly like thin smoke, and wondering, "then at least be lighter"

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

" Elder Yu Heng "

"Precept, you don't have to say any more, go on."

The iron staff eventually fell again.

Xue Meng's voice was distorted, "Elder Preceptor don't you fucking stop where do you put this young man it's my master you're hitting it's my master"

The Preceptor had to stiffen his tongue and pretend he hadn't heard.

Xue Meng's lungs were about to explode: "Damn old man, didn't you hear me? The young master ordered you to stop... if you dare to hit him again, I, I, I"

After all, he was only 15 years old, and even if he was a "proud son", he was not as strong and experienced as the elders, so he could only blush and say something unreasonable

"I'll tell my dad to go."

The Preceptor: ""

Chu Wanning sighs imperceptibly.

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

The clothes were all drawn and torn, and the blood stung hideously.

Xue Meng couldn't hold back any longer. His eyes were red with impatience and he was about to barge inside when Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes and waved his hand, a boundary instantly slashed down and blocked the doorway, bouncing Xue Meng backwards a few steps and almost falling to the ground.

Chu Wanning coughs up blood and rolls his eyes, a pair of stern, electric phoenix eyes squinting.

"Shame on you, get back in."

"Master."

Chu Wanning snapped, "Since when does a young master of the top of death and life order the Preceptor to bend the law?"

Xue Meng stared at him, her eyes wide open, like water droplets were swirling inside.

Mo Ran stroked his chin next to him, his mouth still in one of those plausible curls, "Oops, not good, Phoenix is going to cry."

At these words, Xue Meng snapped back and gave Mo Ran a sharp look, her eyes red with tears, but she couldn't let them roll down her face.

No complaints and no more backtalk.

He got up from the ground with a bolt, lowered his head, gritted his teeth and dusted himself off, then knelt down towards Qingtian Hall, "Master, I know that I am wrong."

Chu Wanning is still being tortured with the iron cane, his back never bending, but his face is pale and his forehead is covered in a thin, cold sweat.

Xue Meng said stubbornly, "But I won't go, I'll stay with my master."

When he said that, he fell to one knee.

Mo Ran's eyes are rolling up to the sky. Xue Meng Xue Meng, the proud son of the sky, is alone in front of Chu Wanning, humble to the bone. He is a phoenix in front of others, but a quail in front of his master. If he hadn't been sure that Xue Meng didn't like men, Mo Ran would have suspected that he probably had a crush on Chu Wanning, and that's why he was so devoted to him. The little quail can even put his right face in front of the Master when he hits him on the left.

Convinced, convinced.

What a dog's-leg it is.

Mo Ran stared at Xue Meng for a while, but the more he stared, the more uncomfortable he felt, thinking that he could not let him show his loyalty alone.

Chu Wanning already doesn't like her, and if Xue Meng makes a scene like this, Chu Wanning will be even more biased in the future.

So he simply knelt down too, next to Xue Meng.

"I'll stay with the Master too."

Shi Mei of course followed, and all three disciples knelt outside and waited. The other disciples under the elders heard the news and came to the Precept Court under various pretexts to see what all the fuss was about.

"Oh my God, why is it Yu Heng the Elder?"

"I heard it was a case of beating up ordinary people in a fit of rage."

"Ah so fierce."

"Shh, keep your voice down, if Elder Yu Heng hears you, he'll smack you."

And someone else: " young master why are you on your knees"

"The Duke of Mo is also kneeling."

Mo Ran is so handsome and sweet-talking that he has earned the goodwill of many female cultivators in the past.

"Let's keep our nose out of the affairs of their master and disciple. If you dare to go, you go, I'm a wimp anyway. Do you still remember that senior sister who was beaten by Elder Yu Heng with hundreds of lashes?"

""

Two hundred strokes were completed.

The boundaries were finally removed.

Xue Meng hurriedly got up from the ground and ran to Qingtian Hall. When he got close, he took a look at Chu Wanning's appearance and shouted "Ah! "

" Xue Meng ." Chu Wanning's eyes were closed, his bloodstained lips opening and closing, his hoarse voice carrying an invisible intimidation.

""

Xue Meng's knuckles clacked as he gave the Preceptor a sharp shove, releasing the man. At this point, Mo Ran arrived, smiling, thinking that the Preceptor would not hit Chu Wanning hard because of his status. But when he looked down at Chu Wanning's injuries, the smile suddenly froze on his face.

Chu Wanning didn't tell the Preceptor that he had a shoulder injury?

The two hundred strokes, more or less, seven or eight, smashed hard against the old scar on his shoulder.

New injuries are stacked on top of old ones.

Chu Wanning You

Crazy

Pupils snapped shut and a strong sense of resentment and hatred surged to the forefront of his mind.

Mo Ran did not know what he resented or what he was angry about, only that a fire had risen in his stomach, scorching his organs and burning his heart. He was used to Chu Wanning being tortured to death, to having his pride crushed and his innocence tarnished. But Mo Ran couldn't stand the fact that Chu Wanning was bruised and battered by someone else.

It was because he hadn't forgotten his past life that Mo Ran subconsciously felt that this person was his own, that this person was dead or alive, hated or detested, but it was all his own.

He did not care that Chu Wanning was punished because he thought that, as an elder, the two hundred strokes would not be a heavy punishment.

At the very least, it would have avoided the unhealed wound on his shoulder.

But Chu Wanning won't talk about what this madman is stubborn about, what he's holding on to, what he's clinging on to.

Mo Ran tried to lift his hand to help him, but Xue Meng was already one step ahead of him, taking Chu Wanning in his arms and helping him up.

"" Mo Ran's hand hung in the air, and after a moment, dropped it again.

He watched as Xue Meng walked away with Chu Wanning in his arms, not knowing how he felt.

Trying to follow, but not willing to move out of the way.

The past life is behind us.

Today, Chu Wanning is simply his mentor.

Between them, any confusing, hateful, charming entanglement had not yet occurred.

He shouldn't have had such thoughts. Chu Wanning has nothing to do with whoever beats him, or whoever holds him up, or whoever he loves to be with, even if he is killed by someone.

Shi Mei came next to him, "Come on, let's go with the young master."

"I'm not going. Xue Meng's presence is enough. I can't be of much help, it's too crowded." Mo Ran's face was unchanged, but her heart was in turmoil.

He really didn't understand what he was feeling right now, what exactly he was considered.

Is it hate?