Mo Han knew that the matter could not be hidden, so he slowly took out the hand that had been hiding behind him, and at this time, the lark he held in his hand suddenly began to cry, its voice was tactful, as if it was celebrating the freedom that was about to be regained in the near future, and it seemed to be laughing at him, in short, in Mo Han's eyes, its arrogant look was particularly dazzling.

Mo Han suddenly felt a tingling in his wrist, he had to hurriedly let go of his hand, at this time the lark in his hand was completely out of shackles, but it was not in a hurry to fly away, it first shook the feathers on its body in Mo Han's palm, and then combed it with its sharp mouth, and finally flew to Mo Han's head slowly, standing above his head and crying loudly a few times, then spread its wings and flew away unhurriedly.

If it was in the past, Mo Han would definitely think that the lark's behavior just now was very funny, but now in this situation, no matter how you look at it, he was ridiculed and bullied by a bird, but even so, he didn't dare to be angry or speak, so he could only endure all this silently.

After the lark flew away, Han Qianqiu said again, "Jingzhi, you go and get the ring whip." ”

"Master's ......" Song Yuling's heart trembled when he heard the word "quitting whips", and he hurriedly wanted to ask for mercy. But before he could say the words of intercession, he only heard Han Qianqiu scolding harshly, "Don't you know the rules of Qingjun?" Whoever intercedes for him today will be punished severely. ”

Song Yuling was helpless, so he could only swallow the words he was about to say, said "yes" respectfully, and then turned around to get the whip.

Han Qianqiu took the whip, glanced at Mo Han, and said, "Although Yunzhong and Qingjun are the two major immortal cultivation sects, they have always been good friends for thousands of years. Today, if you make a mistake in Qingjun, I will deal with it according to the rules of Qingjun. ”

As soon as Han Qianqiu's words fell, he saw Ming Haoqi take a step forward and protect Mo Han behind him, and then with a "poof", he knelt down in front of Han Qianqiu without the slightest hesitation, and said respectfully, "Master Han, Ming Heng is Mo Han's senior brother, I failed to teach him well in the past, he made such a big mistake today, I can't escape the blame, so I am willing to bear all the punishments of Mo Han." ”

Mo Han hurriedly bent down to pull Ming Haoqi, and hurriedly said, "Third Senior Brother, you get up quickly, isn't it fifty whips, and you can't die, I'm fine, you get up quickly!" ”

On the other side, Song Yuling also knelt down and said, "Master, as the eldest disciple of Qingjun, I failed to take good care of Mo Han today, and I also have a certain responsibility, and I ask Master to punish him together." ”

"You, you ......" The two people kneeling on the ground at this time, one is Han Qianqiu's beloved apprentice, the other is Han Qianqiu's admirer, Lin Qingfeng has always been the most proud disciple, and now they knelt down in front of him one by one in front of everyone, for a while, Han Qianqiu's hand holding the whip began to tremble slightly, but the anger in his chest did not know how to attack, and finally, he looked angrily at the original initiator.

Mo Han was glared at by Han Qianqiu's sharp eyes, and there was a chill in his heart, plus he had been pulling for a long time, Ming Haoqi still didn't move, and at the moment he bent his knees and knelt down, but there was no fear on his face, just listen to him say, "Master Han, a manly man, one person does things and one person is responsible, this lark was caught by me, and it has nothing to do with the third senior brother and Senior Brother Song, since I violated the rules of Qingjun, I Mo Han will definitely not affect others, let alone let people be punished on my behalf." ”

"Xiaohan, you ......" Ming Haoqi was about to speak, but was interrupted by Mo Han, "Okay, third senior brother, you guys get up quickly." His face was the kind of stubborn look that Ming Haoqi was very familiar with.

Han Qianqiu glanced at Mo Han, who was kneeling in front of him, at this time he had a serious face, completely lost the playful and playful appearance of Fang Cai, and said in his heart, "Although this kid loves to be clever, he is not a cheating person, and he is not a person who has no responsibility, and he is still a little backbone." So, Han Qianqiu spoke, "Okay, since you say so, then you can take this first." ”

Mo Han looked at the hand that Han Qianqiu stretched out to him, there was a small pill in the palm of that hand, and asked suspiciously, "This is?" ”

Han Qianqiu said, "This is the Scattered Spirit Pill, and if the immortal cultivators take it, their spiritual power will be lost." Of course, you don't have to worry, the effect of the Elixir is only ten days, and after ten days, your spiritual power will be fully restored, and there will be no loss. It's just that during this period, he has no spiritual power at all, just like ordinary people. ”

Hearing Han Qianqiu's words, cold sweat gradually began to break out on Mo Han's forehead, although he had roughly understood the meaning of this, he still asked without giving up, "Why do you want to ......?"

Song Yuling couldn't bear to hear Mo Han's words, he looked at Mo Han worriedly, and said, "Xiao Han, Qingjun has rules, and those who are punished should do their best to bear it, and they must not use spiritual power to resist, so... So ......"

Mo Han scolded in his heart, "It's the rules of Qingjun again, there are so many rules in this Qingjun, can you eat it as a meal?" At this moment, Zi Mohan finally understood why Ming Haoqi and Song Yuling were so anxious to accept this punishment for him. The punished person has no spiritual power, but the punisher has it, if he has no spiritual power to protect the body, these fifty precepts are whipped, he estimates that he will lose half a life if he does not die, no wonder the medicinal effect of this scattered elixir will be ten days, it is estimated that after receiving these fifty whips, he will not be able to get out of bed for at least a month, what is the use of asking for that spiritual power in bed.

But now it was too late to say anything, Mo Han took the Scattered Spirit Pill from Han Qianqiu's hand, closed his eyes, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Han Qianqiu thought that Mo Han would deliberately delay for a moment, but he didn't expect that he would take the Scattered Spirit Pill without saying a word and obediently take it. At this time, Han Qianqiu didn't want to waste any more time, so he raised his whip and whipped it hard at Mo Han's back.

After taking the Scattered Spirit Pill, the spiritual power dispersed quickly, and when Han Qianqiu hit the third time, the spiritual power on Mo Han's body had been completely dissipated, the teeth in his mouth had been "creaking" by him, and the fists in his hands were also clenched tightly, but he never said a word.

When he was hit by the nineteenth whip, Mo Han was already sweating profusely, the sweat on his forehead was dripping down his cheeks on both sides, and the white Lingyun suit on his back was already red. As the whip fell on his back again, Mo Han's always strong figure finally shrank slightly, and a painful moan unconsciously overflowed from his pursed lips. Then, he frowned, his teeth clenched into his lips, and soon he tasted a smell of blood between his lips, and blood also ran down the corners of his mouth.

Mo Han's moan was like a sharp sword, stabbing Ming Haoqi's heart fiercely, the young man he had been guarding carefully for a long time suffered so much at this time, he had no choice at all.

Ming Haoqi looked at Mo Han's increasingly pale face, and just wanted to get up, wanting to block the next whip for him, but then he saw Han Qianqiu's hand holding the whip suddenly stopped, he glanced at Mo Han, and said, "Jingzhi, the remaining thirty whips are up to you, remember, don't show favoritism." Coldly dropping such a sentence, Han Qianqiu threw the whip in his hand to Song Yuling, turned around and left.

Mo Han is the crown prince of Xiaoyue Kingdom and Lin Qingfeng's baby apprentice, Han Qianqiu's twenty whips have already taught him a lesson, if he continues to fight, even if Xiaoyue Kingdom does not pursue it, this Lin Qingfeng will definitely not let Han Qianqiu go, besides, he has only just seen Ming Haoqi's intentions, and Song Yuling, he doesn't want to have the kind of uncontrollable situation that he doesn't want to see the most.

After Han Qianqiu left, Mo Han finally couldn't hold on, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, Ming Haoqi hurriedly went over and helped him in his arms, so he didn't collapse to the ground.

"Xiaohan, I'll take you back." Ming Haoqi whispered in Mo Han's ear, carefully carrying him on his back, without paying any attention to everyone's eyes and the remaining thirty whips, and left without looking back.

Regarding the departure of Ming Haoqi and Mo Han, the others didn't say a word, and everyone was very tacitly silent about the remaining thirty whips, and even Zhong Yang, who had always been very unaccustomed to Mo Han, didn't say anything to make things difficult at the moment, just brushed his sleeves away with a cold face.

Song Yuling looked at the back of Ming Haoqi and Mo Han leaving in a daze, and after half a ring, he threw the whip in his hand to Zhang Feng on the side, and without saying a word, he quickly followed in the direction where Mo Han and the others left.

"Hey, third senior brother, it hurts, it hurts, you lighten it, light it up......" Zhang Feng heard Mo Han's heart-rending scream pulling his throat far away, and people who didn't know thought it was Ming Haoqi who had done something to him, but although Mo Han's scream was a bit tragic, his voice sounded full of energy.

Zhang Feng walked into the room and saw Mo Han lying on the bed, the Lingyun suit on his body had been taken off, and at this time he was naked, Ming Haoqi was rubbing medicine on his back, and Song Yuling was also standing aside, but he was always frowning and not speaking.

Ming Haoqi's movements were already very careful, but Mo Han's mouth was still snorting in pain, "Xiaohan, be honest, don't move." This medicine has a pain-relieving effect, and it won't hurt so much if you rub it on it. Ming Haoqi's hand holding the medicine trembled slightly, and the deep and shallow scars on Mo Han's back in front of him were shocking, and the blood stains in some places had already scabbed, and it took a lot of effort to take off his clothes just now. Even though he was so careful, Mo Han still broke out in a cold sweat in pain, and at this time, sweat began to flow down Ming Haoqi's forehead.

Finally finished wiping the medicine, Mo Han's whole body was already sweating profusely, he lay on the bed, buried his head in the quilt, and his voice was muffled, only listening to him, "Third Senior Brother, what about the remaining thirty lashes, I won't really have to be confined, this matter can't be all up to me, it was the lark's hand that moved first, it jumped to my hand first, and then I took it... Got it back. In the end, Mo Han is also a little lacking in confidence, but this slightly scoundrel tone is very similar to his usual style.