Jin Rong, who had been kneeling for a long time, patted his knees and stood up, he thought that he had escaped. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info In fact, the real pain is still to come-Mu Ziqing immediately fulfilled his words about punishment and took him to the inner deacon hall. And asked all the new disciples to follow along.

The inner deacon hall is responsible for the rewards and punishments of the internal personnel of the sect, and Huang Chang had been here when he received the reward of two hundred taels of silver before. However, this time Jin Rong came to accept punishment - Mu Ziqing has the right to expel the new disciple from the mountain, which is the power given to him by the sect. But other than that, he has no right to decide on the rest of the punishment, and it must be decided by the deacon hall.

In charge of the management of the deacon hall is an uncle of the Fa Yuan period, but of course the new disciple does not need to go out for such a trivial matter as a mistake in the Fa Yuan period, and a deacon disciple in a gray robe came over to listen to what happened, and quickly made a verdict:

"If you have evil thoughts in your heart, you should receive five lashes when you shoot at your brother outside the martial arts arena, and if you don't know the severity of your shot, you should also receive five lashes if you beat your fellow disciples, and you need to receive ten lashes in total. ”

Jin Rong didn't take it seriously at first - he used to be naughty at home because of mischievous, and he was whipped since he was a child, so he quietly practiced a kung fu to protect his body, and he could use his internal force to resist it every time. Now that I have learned better exercises in the mountains, I have opened up all the meridians of my body, and I have made great progress in protecting my body, even if I hit the body with an iron rod, I can bounce off, and of course I can deal with a small leather whip. Moreover, it was only ten lashes - you must know that when he was at home, he was whipped in hundreds.

So when the dear disciple tore off his shirt, fastened his hands to a torture rack, and handed him a stick for him to bite on, Jin Rong heroically refused, saying that he would never make a sound—like all bad boys, and he tried to take this punishment as some kind of glory.

However, this pride and ambition disappeared immediately when the first whip fell--this whip is used by the sect to punish immortal cultivators! Even monks with talisman spells will feel unbearable pain under this whip, not to mention the mere body protection qigong.

As soon as the whip came down, Jin Rong felt as if his whole body was about to shatter, not only the severe pain on his back, but also the pain in the limbs of his whole body into the bone marrow. Unable to care about the problem of face anymore, he let out the loudest scream since he was born, and his whole body immediately softened. If it weren't for the hands hanging from the shelf, they would have collapsed on the spot. Originally, I wanted to be lucky to resist the whipping on my back, but now I can't care about anything.

Only then did he vaguely hear Mu Ziqing explaining to the other new disciples behind him:

"This dragon whip is made of 10,000-year-old silver thread vine mixed with the poisonous tendons of the North Sea Worm, and when it hits the body, it is not only the skin and flesh that suffers, but even the soul will be damaged, and no body protection technique can resist ......"

Jin Rong couldn't hear the latter words - because the second whip fell, he had already rolled his eyes. The deaconist disciple was obviously very experienced, and walked over to open his eyelids first, then put a touch on his vein, and then nodded at Mu Ziqing:

"If you can resist, you can't die with ten whips. Just finish the sentence once, lest he suffer a second sin. ”

-- So he continued to beat, poor Jin Rong couldn't even faint, and every whip seemed to wake up the dead. The entire West Kunlun Mountain was filled with Jin Rong's screams.

It's easy, and when the ten whips are finished, the criss-crossing on Jin Rong's back is actually whip marks, the whip marks are extremely fine and narrow, but they are extremely deep, and after a few pieces of skin and flesh are turned up, you can even see the white bones below. It was only at this time that Jin Rong was finally able to faint, and some of the female disciples who were forced to watch the execution together below were crying in fright.

But Mu Ziqing didn't mean to end there, but pointed to Jin Rong who was hanging on the shelf and continued:

"Those whip marks can't be recovered, unless he can refine the Fa Yuan Immortal Body and reshape the physical body in the future, he can erase these marks. Otherwise, even if he reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, these whip marks would remain on his body forever. And his soul will always remember the pain he endured today, and believe that Senior Brother Jin will never forget it—even if Senior Brother Jin forgets this matter in the future, his body will always help him remember it, and this is the meaning of punishment. ”

After saying these words, Mu Ziqing asked people to carry Jin Rong down. In the past, this kind of flesh injury could be cured as long as Senior Sister Chen stretched out a finger, but this time Chen Xiangrong didn't make any moves, but let the law enforcement hall personnel put him on the stretcher on the side. Huang Chang was about to beckon the two of them to carry him back, but saw Mu Ziqing gently shaking his hand at him - this senior brother actually had something to say!

Huang Chang secretly smiled bitterly, and said in his heart that this Senior Brother Mu is okay with everything else, but he is a little wordy, don't you see that a few female disciples here are going to faint, if you have anything to say, you might as well talk about it later.

But Mu Ziqing obviously didn't think so, he looked at Jin Rong, who was still unconscious, and said slowly:

"I hope you will remember the lesson of this time - this is not only the lesson of Senior Brother Jin alone, but also of all of you...... Senior Brother Li, do you know what is wrong?"

Mu Ziqing suddenly turned the topic to the unlucky guy who was beaten, which made the latter a little inexplicable - relying on the power of the immortal family's magic technique, he had almost recovered at this time, but his face was still a little pale.

"Senior brother...... woo ......"

The child was originally very sad to suffer for no reason, but at this time, when he heard Mu Ziqing suddenly turn the spearhead on himself, he was even more aggrieved, and he was about to cry when his mouth was flattened, but he was stopped by Mu Ziqing with an extremely tough gesture, and his tone was even tougher:

"And the face to cry? You and he obviously learned the same exercises, the same meridians, but why don't you know your luck to protect yourself? As long as you transported the internal breath to your chest at that time, even if he hit with all his strength, at least he wouldn't be hurt so badly!"

"I ...... I didn't expect ......"

The little junior brother surnamed Li snorted to defend himself, but Mu Ziqing just shook his head helplessly:

"That's the problem - the sect helped you get up so fast that you weren't prepared for it. Dear brothers and sisters, you must be clear: now you are no longer ordinary people. If you return to the mortal world now, even if you only rely on the martial arts taught to you by the sect, you can be regarded as a martial arts master. If you concentrate on practicing martial arts for a few more years, you will be a first-class innate powerhouse, and you can walk sideways in the mortal nether martial arts, how can you call yourself an ordinary mortal again?"

He glanced at Senior Brother Li, sighed, and continued:

"Now that you are on the mountain, you have been beaten and suffered losses, you have the door rules to protect you, and the master is the master for you, but can you still expect the door rules or the teacher to protect you for a lifetime? In the future, when you return to the mortal world, I will send my disciples to inevitably subdue demons and subdue demons, and it is inevitable to fight and fight with others, if you are not good at learning at that time, don't say that you will be beaten and suffer losses, and even your small life may be given away, do you still expect anyone to protect you?"

"Even if the master can avenge you, the immediate loss is also a certainty - once you enter the immortal gate, you will not be an ordinary husband. Our monks are not bound by the laws of the mortal world, but we can no longer count on the protection of the human order, although the master will give some protection, but most of the time, everything can only rely on ourselves. ”

After a pause, Mu Ziqing pointed in a certain direction on the mountain:

"Today you were beaten outside, and you were caught off guard, so it is considered a sneak attack by Jin Rong's evil thoughts, and this is the punishment for him. But if you are competing in the martial arts arena over there, even if you are injured, the sect will basically not interfere - as long as it is not a competition where the strength of the two sides is too far apart and it is obvious that the bully is fighting, the sect will not interfere. ”

"But he's a few years older than me. ”

Senior Brother Li said with a sad face, but Mu Ziqing sneered:

"Now that I have learned the martial arts method, the age difference is no longer a concern. For you new disciples in Tsing Yi, if a disciple in blue or gray comes to invite you to fight, it is bullying. But the contest among your disciples in the same round will be regarded as evenly matched, and it will be a shame for you not to be able to defeat - remember: what you have learned is a fighting skill!"

In the past, if Mu Ziqing talked so long and endlessly, Chen Xiangrong next to him would probably remind him in a half-joking way, but this time, let Mu Ziqing talk for a long time, Chen Xiangrong always stood by the side and said nothing, and finally spoke at this time, but it was very serious:

"Yes, we monks speak of being free, but we can also encounter danger at any time and at any time. The injury suffered by Senior Brother Li today is nothing if he is really a monk. The dangers you will face in the future are far greater than that. Even if the master can give you shelter, it is only for a while, and the only thing that can really protect you is your own skills. Dear brothers and sisters, you must remember this!"

After more than half a year of study, these new disciples have learned at least one thing, even if they haven't learned anything else—that is, when they are instructed by their senior brothers and sisters.

Bending down, a group of new disciples arched their hands and said in unison:

"Follow the teachings of my brother and sister!"