The anger of the villain, the anger of the gentleman, the blood splash five steps!

Mr. Shen has read tens of millions of books and traveled tens of millions of miles, so the world knows that Mr. Shen is a humble gentleman, with a beautiful temperament, a talent that is more than an immortal, and a gentle and elegant manners. But when I saw it now, Mr. Shen's anger was like thunder, which was incomparable to ordinary people and unexpected.

I am afraid that today, there may not be a few people who can see Mr. Shen's anger.

And to be able to make it angry like this is also a bit of a skill.

That Han Ruohua was lying on the ground, looking at Mr. Shen's cold face, his body was trembling like sifting chaff, and he couldn't say a word. Turning his head and looking again, the door of this ancestral hall was three feet high, and now that he was seriously injured, he couldn't stand, so how could he step through.

"For what the teacher said, shouldn't you hear it?"

Mr. Shen finally spoke, his hands behind his back, and only looked at Han Duchun who was lying on the ground.

Lu Chen and the others were behind him, silent, and they didn't dare to say much.

Although he may not be angry, no one dares to offend the anger under the gloomy calm.

"Division... Master... I..."

The corners of Han Duchun's mouth twitched, and after looking at Mr. Shen's appearance, he had to grit his teeth and reach out to climb the threshold, and finally barely turned over with all his strength. But he couldn't move anymore when he landed, panting like a cow, bleeding from his mouth, and he moved little by little. After getting the futon, Mr. Shen raised his feet and stepped into it, but he did not step forward, but turned around to the corner of the ancestral hall.

The staff was nine feet, thick at the top and narrow at the bottom, and its whole body was red, as if it were stained with blood.

Holding it in his hand, Mr. Shen came to those spiritual seats.

Under the ancestor of the tablet in the main hall, the three elements of the hundred ancient ancestors are all in line with the ecliptic, and one of the rules is that Lu Chen and a few people can't understand. But after Gongsun Liang saw it, he opened his mouth outside the ancestral hall to explain, saying that these spiritual seats are not placed at random, but there are many sayings, and it is not only these ancient ancestors who have made many contributions to enter the ancestral hall. The Leng Yu Academy has been inherited for a long time, how can an ancestral hall place all the ancestors and ancestors? This is the decision of the Leng Yu Academy, not the ordinary.

But these things are also irrelevant, after all, they are all about the Cold Jade Academy.

Mr. Shen knelt on the futon with a cane, bowed three times and bowed nine times, and murmured in his mouth.

"Han Duchun is a big taboo, and Mr. Shen also has to pray to the ancestors and ancestors. ”

Sighing slightly, Gongsun Liang was reluctant to continue reading, there were a lot of these rules, and it would take a lot of time to end. After that, Han Duchun had to show his own guilt, and then he was punished. But to be honest, it is still unknown whether this ancestral hall is stained with blood today.

But seeing Mr. Shen's angry appearance, I'm afraid these are inevitable.

Lu Chen, Mu Shuangying, and Luo Xian'er didn't speak, just watched outside the door.

The ancestral hall is not something they can enter at will, after all, it is where the ancestors of the Leng Yu Academy are located. At this moment, it took Mr. Shen a long time to finally finish muttering, stepped forward to light the incense burner, and turned to look at Han Duchun.

"Get on your knees. ”

In a word, calm but cold.

There is no refutation.

Han Duchun's face was pale, and his body trembled, only hearing what Mr. Shen said, he finally struggled to get up, came to the futon and knelt deeply.

"Are you guilty?"

The rod fell to the ground like the sound of gold and iron.

Mr. Shen's face was upright, but if he said that if he was a big man, he was rolling, and the entire ancestral hall seemed to be alive, manifesting ten thousand spiritual lights like silk and ribbons, ethereal and immeasurable. Under the entanglement, the majestic pressure fell violently, and Han Duchun, who was already kneeling on the futon, sank even more, and the whole person fell down completely.

He was bleeding from his mouth and struggled to speak, but he couldn't make out what he had said.

In the ethereal light, Mr. Shen held the stick with both hands, and the bright red on it seemed to flow, with a mysterious and secret life.

"It's also an extraordinary Dao weapon. ”

Gongsun Liang raised his sword eyebrows, and his face was slightly solemn.

"Leng Yu Academy is really a very heavy rule, if you violate it even a little, you will be punished with a cane. But I don't know what this stick should look like when it falls, and I'm afraid that I will beat people to death in three or five strokes!"

"The sin deserves it. ”

Luo Xian'er sneered, without any pity.

Lu Chen and Mu Shuangying didn't say much, they just watched outside the door.

Under the mourning hall, Han Duchun was already speechless, and all his internal organs had been moved. Mr. Shen's qi machine was as heavy as a mountain, and he was even more solemn in the spiritual hall, manifesting the qi machine, which Han Duchun couldn't bear and was already seriously injured.

Self-imposed crimes?

In such a situation, how could Han Duchun still list himself as a crime?

"Kneeling with your back straight, how did you teach you in the past, but you have forgotten it?"

Mr. Shen snorted lightly, and the stick in his hand was lifted and raised, and Han Duchun under the pressure straightened up, but coughed up against the blood in his mouth, and the whole person was embarrassed, and his breath was sluggish.

But those spiritual rays were subtle, but he couldn't get his wish.

Kneeling up straight, Han Duchun's face was also in more pain.

"Can you plead guilty?"

The sound is calm, but the undercurrent is turbulent, which is frightening.

Even Lu Chen and the others outside the door could see how angry Mr. Shen should be in his heart, but his face was not biased in the slightest, and only a pair of eyes were as sharp as knives. Under the pressure of that momentum, Han Duchun couldn't say a word, so he could only nod his head.

Quibble?

Now that it looks like this, how can there be room for Han Duchun to quibble!

"The ancestor is above, the disciples are not good, they are not clear, they corrupt the teacher, and they affect the reputation. My Leng Yu Academy has been inherited through the ages, and the most important thing is human morality, but my disciples are blinded by the dust and accept such unscrupulous descendants. All the ancestors are above, and today they will take it as proof, give three thousand rods, and then expel them from the master's door, and from then on they will have nothing to do with my Lengyu Academy!"

Mr. Shen knelt down and was heartbroken.

After that, his face was also full of complicated sadness.

Lu Chen and the others could hear it clearly outside the door, although Luo Xian'er was slightly dissatisfied, it was not the time to speak. Seeing that Mr. Shen finally got up, the blood-red stick staff was raised and fell, and there was a muffled bang, which made people's teeth tremble.

With just one stick, Han Duchun's back was straight, and blood splattered, staining the red stick with blood, and his robe became tattered. But Han Duchun only had a muffled snort in his mouth, and he couldn't speak, he staggered and lay on the ground, and was picked up by Mr. Shen with a stick, kneeling up straight, and then finally dropped a stick, and made a muffled bang again.

Blood splattered, skin peeled.

It took half an hour in just ten sticks.

Han Duchun was already in a trance, and he fell on the tenth stick, and he didn't even snort, and finally fainted. But in a short time, there was a mysterious light circulating in this ancestral hall, and Han Duchun quickly came to his senses, and was provoked by Mr. Shen with a stick again, so he had to kneel up straight before he could be scolded with a cane.

One stick after another, blood splattered all over the ground, and a fishy smell was pungent.

Mr. Shen was also furious, otherwise it wouldn't be like this. ”

Looking at Mr. Shen's gloomy and calm appearance, Gongsun Liang frowned lightly and sighed deeply.

Lu Chen's eyes turned and saw that Han Duchun's face was already gloomy, his eyes were completely dull, and he was also emotional. After all, he was born in Lengyu Academy, studied and practiced for a long time, and the rules are the most clear, but he still did those wrong things, and he was not to blame for himself.

Not worthy of pity.

A stick fell, and the muffled sound echoed one after another.

The Xuanguang of this ancestral hall manifested, and after the tenth stick, every time the stick fell, Han Duchun had to be unconscious once. However, the ancestral hall was originally dedicated to the spiritual seat of the ancestors, and it was used to punish unscrupulous children, so he was woken up in a coma for a short time, and even without Mr. Shen doing more, he just needed to give the cane to blame, but after all, a lot of time was wasted.

The willows on the moon, the night is getting thicker, and the responsibility of three thousand rods is only one thousand.

The robe on Han Duchun's back had completely turned into tatters, and under the open flesh, the cracked spine could be clearly seen. Among them, the spiritual light flows, it is the realm of Denglong, but after all, it can't resist the blood-red stick, every time it falls, the spiritual light will be broken for a moment, unable to protect itself, and all the power is eaten on the body.

There was no wailing, just a muffled sound and the sound of blood falling to the ground.

Han Duchun had long since lost his spirit, and his life seemed to be lost, and he suffered the scepter in a daze, but he never said anything from the beginning.

There is no chance of explanation, let alone explanation.

Several people present saw it clearly, and they also caught a current when they came, so where do they need to explain? But when they came to the ancestral hall and came here, it had been a long time, but the responsibility of three thousand rods was still much worse, but Han Duchun was already dying, and he was afraid that if he continued, he would have to die.

"Mr. Shen has been completely ruthless..."

Gongsun Liang looked numb, but he was still embarrassed.

As he said before, he was expelled from the division after being punished with three thousand rods, and since then he has nothing to do with it, but now it seems that it is just a matter of talking. Three thousand rods of responsibility, how can it be the same as a small matter, even the holy Dao body may not be able to bear it, this Han Duchun is just a person who has ascended the dragon realm, let alone three thousand rods, it is only two thousand, and it can kill him. ”

"It's not a pity to die this kind of bastard. ”

Luo Xian'er snorted lightly, and she was in no mood to continue looking.

Lu Chen and Mu Shuangying had already retreated away, and they only listened to the sound of sticks in the ancestral hall on the side.

"Mr. Shen should be really annoyed, after all, Leng Yu Academy has been inherited for a long time, and the most important rules and the teaching of disciples' character are just such a disciple as Han Duchun. Thinking about it before, Mr. Shen also had high hopes for Han Duchun, his love was deep, his hatred was so deep, how could Mr. Shen not be annoyed when he was so completely disappointed. ”

Mu Shuangying sighed deeply and looked at the direction of the ancestral hall worriedly.

"I'm afraid that after this incident, Mr. Shen will not be able to get out of such a shadow. ”

Hearing this, several people were silent.

For Mr. Shen, what Han Duchun did was not a hard blow, the reputation of this Leng Yu Academy since the eons of the past was almost ruined, whether it was angry or annoying, it was not an exaggeration for Mr. Shen to kill Han Duchun immediately.

"It's just a little tactful, but Han Duchun can't get out of the ancestral hall. ”

Lu Chen's chest rose and fell deeply, and he smiled bitterly.

"Let's go, staying here is just a waste of time, and Mr. Shen doesn't want to be seen in his pain. Only... More on that tomorrow. ”