In the next few days, the female disciples of Xuanji Pavilion, including the ink painter, tasted the most painful punishment in their lives.

Every four hours every day, Hua Weiyang would show up at the tent where they were being held, cut open the arteries in their necks, and let the blood flow out.

The carotid artery connects the blood circulation of the mind and the body, if it is cut off, the person will die immediately, even if it is just an ordinary small wound, after the injury, it will also be due to the lack of blood in the brain, resulting in dyspnea, lightheadedness, and the symptoms of heaven and earth rotation.

Hua Weiyang's medical skills are no worse than white medicine, and every time he pinchs it with great precision, just when the disciples of Xuanji Pavilion were about to faint deeply, he promptly applied the enhanced version of the hemostatic agent refined by Chu Yu to them, ensuring that they would not die, at most they would be uncomfortable.

However, they are all delicate women, who can endure this kind of bloodletting three times a day, and three times a day fainting?

Moreover, Hua Weiyang will only give them hemostatic medicine, and will not give them any blood-replenishing pills at all.

They always feel that their blood will drain at any time, and they may become a dried corpse at any time.

Under this long-term oppressive mental condition, the disciples of Xuanji Pavilion were all on the verge of collapse.

Chu Yu also sealed their five senses, and now they can't scream or cry, just like sows that are waiting to be killed every day.

After the Baili people woke up, no one sympathized with the Xuanji Pavilion people.

At the beginning, these femme fatales threatened to gouge out their eyes, cut their flesh, and put them to death piece by piece, but now Hua Weiyang is just helping them collect some interest~

In everyone's opinion, if you don't play with your life, it's okay to make trouble.

It is in the main hall of Xuanji Pavilion, which is not far from Qianlong Mountain......

Pavilion Master Mo Qin leaned on the seat, listening to a female disciple's report, "Pavilion Master, the ink painter took eight holy women to Qianlong Mountain to practice, it has been some days, and the prescribed training time has ended, and there is still no trace of them, I am afraid that something is strange."

Xuanji Pavilion because it only accepts women, but also only accepts beautiful women, so the overall pattern is not very large, the huge Xuanji Pavilion, there are Moqin Pavilion master, master Bo Mo chess, two master Bo Mo book, three master Bo Mo painting as the main manager, each of them has more than 100 disciples under their name.

Recently, it is the annual cultivation assessment day of Xuanji Pavilion, and Moqi and Moshu are not there, and this time I went to Qianlong Mountain to find people, and I can only go to Moqin, the pavilion master, to make a trip in person.

At noon after the disciple's report, Moqin set off alone and came to Qianlong Mountain alone to find others.

It's just that she went around the entire Qianlong Mountain, and she didn't find any trace of ink painting and others.

In the end, she couldn't, so she had to sacrifice the red snake that she had raised since she was a child and asked it to help find it.

All the women of the Xuanji Pavilion, in order to practice the unique exercises in the pavilion, must take the fruit of a fruit tree in the inner courtyard of the Xuanji Pavilion before practicing.

The fruit is purple, the shape is like a peach, but it is not juicy, nor sweet, and it tastes very astringent.

But in order to be able to improve their cultivation, the disciples will endure other tastes and take them all.

All the disciples who take the fruit will not only have fairer skin, more delicate facial features, but also carry a sweet fragrance of the fruit with them.

Very light, not easy to smell if you don't smell carefully.

But the red snake has been wandering on the fruit tree since he was a child, and he is naturally familiar with the taste of the fruit so much that he can no longer be familiar with it.