Chapter 7: Clever Tongue (1)
Feng Yi was frightened, stunned in place, watching Feng Qingyu trembling and curling up to hide from her farther away, gritting her teeth fiercely, the wounds behind her were pulled more painful again and again, Feng Qingyu gritted her teeth and endured it, she endured the wounds that were more painful than this at that time, this is naturally nothing.
She didn't say a word, just shrunk aside and cried quietly, not even daring to raise her head, seeing her like this, Feng Yi gritted her teeth angrily, but there was no way, judging from the current situation, no one would believe it when she said that this matter was done by Feng Qingyu.
"Uncle, the ancestral hall is an important place, so naturally I don't dare to mess around, uncle, I don't have ......"
"Shut up." The old man Feng Xiao, who was standing on a high place, said with a face full of disappointment: "It seems that you are usually too arrogant, but today you dare to be disrespectful to your ancestors, and if you don't punish you severely, do you think you can be more presumptuous?" ”
This time the matter in the ancestral hall is indeed serious, Feng Xiao looked at Feng Qingyu who was curled up in the corner slightly, frowning slightly, although this matter is a little strange, according to Feng Yi's temperament, even if it is impulsive, it is not so unaware of the severity, but the scene that a few people saw when they entered was indeed correct.
Feng Qingyu has always been timid and afraid of things, so naturally he didn't dare to do anything rebellious, retracting his gaze, he said in a deep voice, "If you have an injury, go back and rest." ”
With such a sentence, Feng Qingyu was sent away, and he didn't even bother to ask about the injuries on her body.
Looking at Feng Yi who was kneeling on the side, she finally stood up without saying a word and staggered away, Feng Xiao looked at Feng Qingyu's figure leaving and frowned, in fact, Feng Xiao's cultivation in the Feng family was only in the middle and late stages of the Yuan Infant, but among the elders of the Feng family, she was young.
He sat above and looked at Feng Yi below, his bookish face adding a bit of majesty because of his goatee.
"Feng Yi, you are guilty."
Hearing Feng Xiao speak, Feng Yi trembled slightly, she hurriedly looked up at Feng Xiao above, "Sixth Elder, the ancestral hall is not my ......"
Feng Xiao didn't speak, but her eyes were a little heavier and even disappointed, Feng Yi opened her mouth and saw this kind of scene, she didn't know where to start explaining, and now she began to panic, why did she appear in the ancestral hall, what everyone saw when they went in was indeed the truth, and she looked pale and ridiculous no matter how she excused herself.
"Unrepentant, he was sentenced to the torture chamber and pondered for three months." The slightly muffled voice was still echoing in his ears, but Feng Xiao had already disappeared on the high platform.
Feng Yi collapsed to the ground with a weak body, and the torture room was ...... She never thought that she would go to that place in her lifetime, it was a place where only disciples who had committed a great felony would go, and in three months, it was a question of whether she could come out alive, but thinking of this, she gritted her teeth fiercely.
"Feng Qingyu." I didn't expect that I would fall into her hands, and this matter is naturally not so simple.
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Feng Qingyu stood in front of the dilapidated house in front of her, this place had long been deserted, and when she came back and walked out of the house, an old woman with a rickety figure walked out, her eyes were full of surprise when she saw her, especially when she saw Feng Qingyu covered in scars and blood, she was even more frightened and stepped forward quickly.
"Miss, what's wrong with you, how can this be." Why did it turn out to be like this just by going to the proving ground?
Feng Qingyu looked at the old woman in front of her coldly, avoided her hand and staggered into the house step by step.