As night falls, the sky is full of stars.

In the dungeon of the Luo family, Zong Wusheng woke up from a sharp pain, and slowly opened his eyes, the light from the torches in the unfamiliar environment was a little dazzling.

After gradually getting used to the light, Zong Wusheng found that his hands were tied, hanging from the Xing Zhu, his feet off the ground, and on his naked and naked body, many shocking whip marks were embedded in the flesh, exuding a bloody aura in the firelight.

"I thought you were dead?"

The discordant voice sounded, and Zong Wusheng turned his head with difficulty following the sound, only to find that on one side stood Luo Zhengbei, the great elder of the Luo family, who looked vicious, had a hooked nose and triangular eyes.

Luo Zhengbei folded his arms in front of his chest, with a sneering smile on his face, and his vicious eyes looked directly at Zong Wusheng.

"Say." Seeing Zong Wusheng wake up, the Great Elder let out a loud shout and shouted in a gloomy voice, "Where did you hide the Heavenly Hanging Needle?" ”

Zong Wusheng's heart was nameless, he came to Youzhou to recognize his relatives, and his fiancée didn't see him, so he was deceived by the eldest lady of the Luo family to paint the colorful phoenix, and he just started painting, and was forced to death by the jealous Luo Tiannan.

Thanks to good luck, he didn't die at the hands of Luo Tiannan and escaped, but now he is locked up in this dungeon that exudes a forest atmosphere and is being interrogated by the criminal law, how can he not be angry?

"What's the matter with me if your family's heavenly hanging needle is gone? Besides, you've been searched, and it's not on me at all. ”

"Humph!" The Great Elder stepped forward and slowly came to the front of Zong Wusheng, looking at him, and the Zhu Yanjiao leather whip in his hand was pulled with a "snapping" sound: "It seems that you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, I'll see how long you can suffer!" ”

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The leather whip in the Great Elder's hand flew up, and the whip fell on the mortal body of the Sect Wusheng, each whip leaving a scarlet whip mark on his body, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Ahh

Zong Wusheng was once again knocked unconscious and unconscious.

Looking at the unresponsive Zong Wusheng, the Great Elder stopped whipping, threw the Zhu Yanjiao leather whip in his hand on the ground with hatred, and shouted angrily: "If you don't say anything for a day, I will torture you for a day, see how long you can hold up!?" ”

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves and strode away.

……

Time flies like a white horse, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the dungeon of the Luo family, the sound of "popping" leather whips was endless, but no one made the slightest scream.

Great Elder Luo Zhengbei is a good talker, and in the past month, he has been using the Zhu Yanjiao leather whip in his hand to deal with Zong Wusheng.

In the first few days, Zong Wusheng was beaten with a leather whip and fainted, but gradually, his will became stronger in the torture day and night, and he even adapted to the pain of the whipping.

The more the Great Elder fought, the more frightened he became, and the more he fought, the more angry he became. This kid completely wiped out the fruits of his labor, and you must know that whipping is also manual work.

"Great Elder!" Before the voice arrived, Patriarch Luo Zhongyuan entered the dungeon for the first time in a month.

He had only heard from a family disciple this morning that the Great Elder had whipped Zong Wusheng in the dungeon every day, and he had just arrived.

Hearing the patriarch's voice, an imperceptible look of disgust appeared on the great elder's venomous face, and after a fleeting moment, he gritted his teeth and threw away the leather whip in his hand, eased the expression on his face, and turned to greet the patriarch.

"Patriarch, what are you doing in the dungeon? Can I help you? ”

"I'm just here to see." Luo Zhongyuan looked at Zong Wusheng, who had fainted on the Xing Zhu, and the flesh and blood on his body were blurry, shocking.

Rao is that he has killed countless people before, and in the face of this misery, he can't bear to look at it directly.

"Don't waste time on him, the sky hanging needle is not on him, give him a good time."

"What?" The Great Elder's face suddenly changed: "Where can I find the Heavenly Hanging Needle when I kill him?" ”

"If he really hid the Tianhang Needle, he would have been recruited under such torture and confession, don't waste time, Tiannan is still lying on the bed and needs your exercise for treatment."

Luo Zhongyuan didn't say that Luo Tiannan was okay, the great elder heard his son's name, and then thought about his son who was almost crippled with three broken tendons, and his teeth gurgled.

"Even if I can't find the Heavenly Hanging Needle, I have to make him feel painful to relieve my son's hatred of broken pulse!"

The Great Elder was angry, turned around and whipped Zong Wusheng again, turned his head and ignored Luo Zhongyuan.

"Great Elder, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, our Luo family's reputation in Youzhou City is well-known, don't let people be discredited."

"Humph!"

Luo Zhongyuan saw that the Great Elder refused to listen to him, his face sank slightly, as if he was about to burst into anger, but after a while, the anger was like snow falling on spring water, gradually melting, and he could only sigh and leave silently.

Another sunset is setting in the west, the sunset is gradually setting from the western mountains, the sky is full of red glow gradually dyed blue, the stars that have slept for a day are gradually waking up, blinking bright eyes to announce the arrival of night.

The lights in Liu's house were bright, and a high-level party in the banquet hall sat in the banquet room, facing a table of sumptuous meals, but there were only big eyes and small eyes.

On the main seat sat Liu Zhenqing, the head of the Liu family, who was a middle-aged man with an obese body, with a pile of fat on his face, squeezing his facial features off the rails, and leaning in the middle of the fat face, a bun face.

This bun face is also funny, the parts are crowded enough, and on the lips of the earth, there are even two mustaches, which looks funny.

Liu Zhenqing blinked his mouse eyes, with a treacherous look on his face that could be seen through at a glance, and looked at the middle-aged man at the next guest seat.

The first seat was a good-looking middle-aged man. For some reason, the middle-aged man's long hair was scattered, his beard was full of face, and his deep eyes were mixed with a touch of worry, which made the whole look a little lonely and decadent.

The white-washed green cloth robe on his body was quite clean, and it looked like he had changed into a dress just to go out.

"Since you're here, let's eat some first, you can't solve the problem without eating, right?" Liu Zhenqing's fat fat hand tore off a chicken leg from the roast chicken in front of his face and handed it to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man is Zong Tianchi, the head of the declining sect in Danzhou, and he is also the cheap father in Zong Wusheng's mouth.

Looking at the roast chicken leg in front of him, Zong Tianchi couldn't eat a bite despite his hungry rumbling, and sighed again and again: "I don't know how Wusheng is now, whether he has anything to eat, whether he is doing well, if he has three long and two short, how can I be worthy of his dead mother!" ”

Zong Wusheng has been out for a month, and he has not replied to the letter for a long time, Zong Tianchi can't stay at home, and he is infinitely worried in his heart, so he hurried to Youzhou Liu's house.

The mother of the child is worried. Not only is my mother worried, but my father is also worried. Zong Wusheng's mother died of dystocia, and after giving birth to Zong Wusheng, she hemorrhaged and died.

Before dying, his mother looked kindly at the child who had just met and was about to leave, and told Zong Tianchi seriously: Tianchi, I have a hunch that our child is not a thing in the pool, you promise me that you must raise him well.

After finishing his words, his mother ended on the historical stage of the Xianbi Continent.

Since then, Zong Tianchi, who is a father, has been a father and a mother at the same time, and raised Zong Wusheng with a handful of and urine.

It's also a joke, no matter which sect it is, even if it declines, it won't be without a maid and servant to take care of the young master.

But the Zong family has not fallen into tricks, and there is really no maid and servant in the family. Zong Wusheng was raised by this cheap father, and now looking at Zong Wusheng's health, it is conceivable that Zong Tianchi has worked hard for sixteen years.

Their sect is in a ruined temple on the rocky mountain in the eastern suburbs of Danzhou City, it rains and leaks, snow falls, and when there is a hail, a few ice eggs can really fall in the broken temple.

Let's put it this way, in addition to the good lighting, the Zongjia Mansion is transparent up and down, left and right, and you can look up at the starry sky at night, there are really no other advantages to talk about.

As for the leadership of the Zong family, the patriarch is naturally the cheap father of the Zong Wusheng. The deputy patriarch is Zong Wusheng, if you want to say that Zong Wusheng is only sixteen years old, he will become the deputy patriarch of a sect, which can be regarded as a young man's ambition.

The overall organizational framework of the sect is like this, and when the sect is opened, it is all tears to talk about it!

"It's just right to be missing, anyway, I won't marry a little flower called Hanako from the Hanako sect!" There was a young girl standing on Liu Zhenqing's right, puffing out her mouth, as if she had been greatly wronged.

Zong Tianchi, who was already uncomfortable, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood after hearing the girl's words, suddenly raised his head, glanced at the girl, and then fell on Liu Zhenqing's face beside him.

Facing Zong Tianchi's surprised gaze, Liu Zhenqing didn't know how to answer, and smiled wryly to hide the embarrassment at this time.

The girl is Zong Wusheng's fiancée Liu Mingluan, who was taken by the Huajian Pavilion, the largest sect in the Pilu Kingdom, last year, and became a disciple of the three elders of the Huajian Pavilion, known as the Tianqin Fairy.

Liu Mingluan's appearance is extremely good, although he does not say that he is alluring to the country and the city, but he also has a bewitching beauty, especially today's fiery red dress, with a Qiankun whip pinned to his waist, knee-high sheepskin boots under his feet, a bunch of pigtails on his head, which naturally hangs down at a height of seven inches above his head, and his hair is lying on the hip mound like a ponytail, which is even more heroic in his charm.

In this Youzhou City, except for Luo Jialuo Yubing, who can keep pace with it, the girls of other families can only be ranked after the top three.

"Ming Luan's words are serious!"

Seeing that Liu Zhenqing didn't answer, Zong Tianchi immediately turned his head to look at Liu Mingluan and asked urgently.

Since Liu Mingluan entered the Huajian Pavilion in the Huajian Pavilion branch of the imperial capital of the Pilu Kingdom, his personality has really turned three hundred and sixty degrees, his vanity has skyrocketed, and there is no one in his eyes, and he is invincible.

She didn't put any elders in her eyes at all, in her eyes, only strength and life experience were king, squinting at Zong Tianchi, she ignored her and responded: "What's true or not, what's wrong with not marrying your son?" Besides, I heard that he couldn't cultivate by nature, so he was a waste! Hum! ”

"You ......"

Zong Tianchi stood up abruptly by these words, and pointed at Liu Mingluan, but he was speechless.

"Lao Zong, Ming Luan is spoiled by me, don't you be like her." Looking at Zong Tianchi, whose body was staggering and almost fell back to his seat, Liu Zhenqing quickly stood up and supported Zong Tianchi.

"Zhenqing, I don't blame Mingluan for his young age, what do you say about this matter?"