"Papapa...... "Papapa" cane after cane, the heavy iron rod hit Fu Chenxue's body, blood splashed, and even the ground under him was trembling. Wudang "Iron Spine Staff" is made of dark iron, the staff is as thick as a goose egg, the whole staff weighs one hundred and eight pounds, black and painted, cold and forested, and makes people's hair stand on end. If you go down with a cane, your skin will open and your flesh will be broken, and your bones will be broken and your tendons will be broken, and your martial arts will be beaten to the sky. Three hundred years ago, the Innocent Daoist, known as the "first fast sword" in martial arts, was said to have mastered his skills, and he only suffered ten rods before he died. For the next 300 years, the rod was sealed and has not been released again until today.

Fu Chenxue did not resist, but relied on her physical body to withstand the heavy blows of the "Iron Spine Staff", once, twice, three times...... Thirty, forty, fifty...... No one knows how many times Fu Chenxue has fainted, the blood and bones on his body are almost shattered inch by inch, and even the bluestone slab under his body is shattered, and he has always been lying there, without raising his head or making a sound, like a cold corpse. Under a hundred iron spine staffs, even the iron man has to be smashed.

Seeing the body that was as erosive as mud, the disciple who was executing could no longer bear it, and the "iron spine staff" fell to the ground with a "dang long", and the person threw himself to the side and vomited.

"Rubbish! Drag him down and get another one! Qing Feng's sideburns were messy, his face was hideous, his ten nails were pinched into the flesh, and his teeth bit his lips out of a bloody mark, and when he saw that the disciple who was executing the torture was vomiting in the dark, he rushed up and kicked the man away, roaring loudly.

Another disciple came up, but the result was less than ten rods, and he also fell from the rod and vomited wildly. The third executioner came up next......

The news spread quickly, and everyone in Wudang was stunned. That's the god-like Fu Chenxue, how could Wudang treat him like this? Many people have heard that he did not hesitate to challenge the thousand-year-old rules of Wudang for Zilan, and heard that he accepted the punishment for his junior brother, and such a good man who values love and righteousness will die under the rod, where is the reason? Where is justice? Wudang was crying bitterly. The disciples of the various halls of Wudang spontaneously rushed to the "Discipline Academy", and they wanted to see the hero in their hearts with their own eyes. The strange thing is that the masters of the halls, including the head of the Qingwei Zhenren, did not stop it, and there were more and more people outside the "Discipline Academy", and tens of thousands of Wudang disciples were angry, and I don't know who took the lead in shouting: "Wudang is unfair, where is the reason of heaven?" ”

This sound exploded like a cannonball in the crowd, and tens of thousands of disciples shouted a tsunami:

"Let Fu Chenxue go, true love is not guilty!"

"Heaven is unfair, what is the use of cultivating?"

"Oppose torture, give me back my human rights!"

"It's better to die than to be free!"

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The female disciples of the "Biluo Palace" cried loudly, they knew the story between Fu Chenxue and Zilan best, and they also witnessed Fu Chenxue's domineering side - for the sake of the woman she loved, she didn't even want her life, what more name did she want? This sentence is enough to make the women of the whole world crazy. Now that their heroes and idols are dying, how can they not be sad and hopeless?

The "Biluo Palace" was quiet, except for a few old Dao aunts who were over half a hundred years old, and not even a young disciple could be seen. Zilan was lying on the bed, the room was burning with high-quality sandalwood, and she still couldn't suppress the strong smell of blood. When Zilan woke up, there was no one in the room, and there was a faint shout in her ears, and she listened carefully, but she couldn't hear anything. She felt uncomfortably thirsty, and called "Hui'er" twice, but no one answered, she couldn't help it, she struggled to get up, top-heavy, the world was spinning, and finally touched the teacup on the table, but her hand trembled and overturned. The tea is cold and slowly flows from the table to the ground.

Footsteps sounded "dong dong" outside, and Mo Hui'er ran in, her face full of tears. Seeing Zilan, he didn't say anything, poured a cup of tea from the water bottle and handed it to Zilan.

Zilan took the teacup tremblingly, didn't drink it, and looked at Mo Hui'er, "Hui'er, what's going on?" You...... What's wrong with you? ”

Mo Hui'er didn't say anything, and kept crying.

"Did the Taishi Ancestor punish you?"

Mo Hui'er shook her head, still just crying.

Zilan had a bad omen in her heart, and finally sighed and said, "It's Chenxue...... Is he gone? ”

Mo Hui'er turned her face away and sobbed even more.

Zi Lan's face was pale, but she said as if relieved: "Let's go, leaving Wudang is his best choice...... I hope he doesn't come back. ”

Mo Hui'er couldn't hold back any longer, suddenly turned around, and cried: "Sister Zilan, the little master and uncle didn't leave...... He's dying! ”

"Smack-" The teacup in Zilan's hand fell to the ground and fell apart, and the hot tea splashed on Zilan's body, she didn't feel any pain at all, and her eyes were fixed on Mo Hui'er. Suddenly, she stood up suddenly, and grabbed Mo Hui'er like a wounded she-wolf: "Hui'er, tell me quickly, he ...... What the hell happened to him? ”

Mo Hui'er cried: "Because the little Taishi Uncle Zu trespassed into the 'Biluo Palace' and said that he loved you in public, he was given a hundred iron spine rods by the 'Discipline Academy', and then flooded into the 'Yin Yang Pond' for seven days...... He's almost killed now, woo-woo......"

"A hundred iron spines? God, I hate it so much......" Zilan looked up to the sky and spewed out a bloody arrow, and her body fell backwards. Mo Hui'er's eyes were quick, she hugged her, and cried, "Sister Zilan, don't you die...... Wake up......"

Zilan opened her eyes, struggled out of Mo Hui'er's arms, and staggered out. Mo Hui'er came up and grabbed her and shouted, "Sister Zilan, what are you going to do?" ”

Zi Lan spat out another mouthful of blood, but she was much more sober: "I'm going to find Chen Xue, he is mine...... I'm going to die with him......"

"Didn't you say you were going to marry Senior Brother Miao Bo?"

"No...... Except for Chen Xue, I don't marry anyone...... I'm the only one of his brides in this life......"

"But he's going to die......"

"I will die with him, no one can separate us......" Zilan finished speaking, broke away from Mo Hui'er's hand, stumbled out, just ran a few steps and fell to the ground, she used all her strength to climb out, while shouting: "Hui'er, help me...... Help me up......"

Mo Hui'er picked up Zilan and cried loudly.

Miao Zhen saw Zilan and Hui'er from a distance, did not step forward, did not dissuade, closed his eyes, silently recited the scriptures, and tears appeared faintly in the corners of his eyes.

After the beating of a hundred iron spine rods, nearly ten of the disciples of the "Discipline Academy" who were executed fell down. After hearing the disciple who reported the number shouting "one hundred", Qing Feng was like a mad tiger, and he was the first to pounce on it, hugging the almost inhuman-shaped body tightly, the tiger's eyes were like tears, and he roared: "Chenxue, wake up quickly......"

After the cane punishment ended, the "Discipline Academy" lifted the ban, and Qing Yuan and the others rushed in like crazy