The rules of the Zhang family's secret guards are very simple, and the punished ones only have two realms: "death" and "injury". Zhang Shaoqing didn't allow Liu Feng to die, so he could only choose "injury".

It was only June, but the weather suddenly became hotter, and even the light of the morning sun was no longer soft and warm, like a furious flame scorching on Liu Feng's body. His lips were chapped, he swallowed hard, there seemed to be some strange roar in his ears, and he knelt all night, and his spirit was much worse.

In the inner courtyard of the Zhang family, there were two rows of black-clothed secret guards, who were specially transferred by Zhang Shaoqing to "admire" Liu Feng's execution. Including Liu Feng, everyone covered their faces in the dark, they didn't know each other, and they had never had a positive communication, but today they were gathered together to watch a trick to kill chickens and monkeys. No one knew who the kneeling fellow in the middle of the courtyard was, what his name was, or what mistake he had made, only that for whatever reason, disobedience to his master would end like this. Oh no, there should be a hundred, a thousand times more painful than this.

Zhang Shaoqing got up very early, and before everyone gathered, he had already sat on the pear blossom wood chair in front of the steps, closed his eyes and pondered, and looked at Liu Feng who was kneeling in the center of the courtyard. Everyone stood in an orderly line on either side of the chairs, everyone stared at each other and closed their mouths, and even their breathing was controlled slightly and inaudible. The huge courtyard was silent, and it wasn't until two black-clothed secret guards appeared with torture tools that Zhang Shaoqing slowly opened his eyes.

"Young master, do you want to torture?"

Two guards stepped forward, one holding a string of steel chains, and the other carrying two wooden maces, waiting for his master's order to execute. Zhang Shaoqing glanced at the person in the court who was kneeling with his head bowed. He waved at the two of them for execution, and was about to turn around before he said hello again.

"Then steel shackles don't need it. He won't run away, and he won't run away. ”

The sun is dazzling. Bai swayed and shone on the inner courtyard of Zhang's mansion, there was not a single plant in the courtyard to shade it, and all the secret guards seemed to be covered in a black iron sheet and roasted. Sweat first filtered through the clothes, and finally collected little by little along the fingertips, dripping onto the stone slabs, and was evaporated in an instant.

One of the two secret guards held a mace, and stood behind Liu Feng with his hands in his hands, the heat and bloodlust in their eyes blended together, and they looked even better than a tiger and a hungry wolf. Each of the sticks was four feet in size, and unlike ordinary wolf tooth weapons, only a small part of the solid wood handle was left as a handle, except for the head and the stick drill. The rest of the area is decorated with sharp steel nails that resemble wolf teeth.

The two of them were merciless, separated from the front and back, and struck a ruthless blow at Liu Feng. At this time, Liu Feng couldn't resist or protect himself with internal strength, and fell to the ground after only two blows. There were a lot of rough and sharp sand and gravel scattered on the scorching stone floor, and the moment he fell to the ground, he rubbed against his flesh fiercely, and the flesh on his back was turned over, and he was drenched in blood, and he curled up to protect his head and neck, and let the rest of the rod fall all over his body at once. Since the establishment of the Zhangfu Secret Guard, almost none of the people who can resist the punishment of thirty sticks by relying on their flesh and blood can survive safely. Liu Feng gritted his teeth and persisted.

At first there was a burning pain, then the senses blurred and the sharp thorns gradually turned into the impact of a blunt instrument, and finally the pain was completely numbed and temporarily replaced, except for the sound of some flesh and skin breaking, it was not so painful. Liu Feng's eyes were blurred even more by the intense sunlight. His nose and mouth were full of choking dust and blood foam, and he felt that he was about to faint, but the next moment he was empowered by a stream of cold water, and a pain that pierced his heart and lungs pulled his wandering consciousness back. Stick punishment to expose meat. Cold salt water is poured on it, and the sun is exposed. Salt turns into blood grains, and Zhang Shaoqing's methods never leave room for improvement.

For many years, he has been at the highest rank of the Dark Guard. The heaviest task but also the greatest grace, he had not been exposed to such punishment for a long time, and he almost forgot how cold-blooded his master was. He recalls the only time he was given a light cane because he had spared a baby less than a month old on his first mission. The sky was clear and cloudless, and through the harsh salt water and blood, he seemed to see a white dove soaring in the air, carefree and chirping merrily.

Before Liu Feng was empowered by salt water, Zhang Shaoqing hurriedly left the table, not because he was relentless, but because he was afraid that he would miss the time to find Yin Suwen. For him, it was indeed a pity to lose someone like Liu Feng, but it was only anger and not sadness, but Yin Suwen, who hid in the valley alone, made him feel sad.

Yin Suwen in the valley was sitting under the porch and carving the wooden sign in his hand, but he couldn't help but sneeze when there was no wind, as if someone was talking to her. The wooden plaque was originally carved to give to Xinche, only to find that it was missing when she came back from fishing, and now she finally found a good piece of sandalwood again, so she didn't care about helping to work and hurried to carve it here. The pattern on the wooden plaque is only carved in half, and it is not difficult to find that what she carved is not an ordinary small statue of the Bodhisattva, but a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

There was no one in the valley, and He Caiwei didn't send her any other tasks, Yin Suwen happily fiddled with the wood carving in her hand, secretly thinking that if she worked harder, she might be able to give this heart to Xinche tonight. It is not important to give gifts, the important thing is that she has a decision that she has been thinking about for a long time to tell her monk brother.

"It's so pretty."

A voice suddenly sounded behind Yin Suwen, startling her who was still immersed in her own careful thoughts.

"Who?! Who are you and how did you end up here? ”

She was startled, subconsciously covering her heart and trying to dodge, and the wooden card in her hand was so frightened that she fell to the ground. Suddenly appearing behind her and talking to her was a strange man in a brocade robe and jade belt, Yin Suwen took a closer look, and saw that this person had handsome eyebrows and excellent demeanor, and he didn't look like a bad guy.

The person who came didn't directly answer Yin Su's question, but just bent down and picked up the wooden sign on the ground, gently brushed off the dust on it before slowly handing it to her again.

"It's so well carved and vivid."

He smiled beautifully, with light in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved upwards to reveal a row of white teeth. Yin Suwen took the wooden card he handed over, still confused and dazed, muttering in his heart that he was another uninvited person, and he had something to do with him. The man seemed to see through her thoughts, but still smiled and said softly to her.

"The girl is polite, under Zhang Shaoqing." (To be continued......)