Ay...

I wanted to solve the puzzle, but I got a lot of puzzles.

How's that good?

Ay......

Meng Yu kept thinking all kinds of thoughts in his heart, but the court staff had already been finished.

Indeed, as Mengyu expected, there were a total of five rounds.

The man in black who was walking the staff for Dream Feather left after completing the order.

Then, two men in black with torture battles came.

And that's where the play begins.

"Smack~"

The man in black slammed Meng Yu's jade buttocks and smashed it down.

This stick has exerted enough strength, and it is definitely incomparable to those court staffs.

At this moment, Meng Yu raised his upper body in pain, and even his whole face wrinkled together in pain.

However, a man in black pressed Meng Yu with a court staff, and Meng Yu only raised his neck.

It's a bit of a bleak sight.

Meng Yu instantly felt that his jade buttocks must have cracked into countless petals.

Compared with the board given by Qinjiang, it is not a grade at all.

This is really the treatment of prisoners of war!

Belch...

Even if Meng Yu was in pain to death, the man in black who was executed didn't have the heart to care about it!

All they had to do was execute them severely.

Killed, it doesn't count them.

Moreover, Meng Yu could clearly feel that these black-clothed men who were executing must have been specially trained and knew how to make people the most painful.

Generally speaking, when a prisoner is to be executed with a cane, that is, when those who are executed are able to get oil and water. If the prisoner's head is brighter, he knows that he is going to bribe the one who punished him. In this way, he will have less pain. And if he's stupid, then it's just a good taste of flesh and skin.

This raises a technical problem.

Specially trained punishers like these know that there are two types of punishment. Of course, that's what they do when they practice. When they practiced, they would find the thinnest kind of rice paper, about three inches thick. The exterior of rice paper, wrapped in a very thin layer of silk. Then, what they had to do was, after a hundred tortures, ensure that the silk was broken, but that the rice paper wrapped inside the silk would not be broken. This is a form of punishment, and it is also a relatively light way, and it will definitely not hurt people, but it just looks more tragic. The other is to ensure that the silk is not broken, and all the rice paper wrapped in the silk is broken. This is the heavier one, which looks good on the surface, but inside it has rotted into a pile of meat puree. In severe cases, it can even reach the point where the skin of a person is only dark red, but all the bones inside are shattered.

What made Meng Yu feel very bad was that what he was suffering from was the second kind of strength.

It's really miserable.

But Meng Yu bit his mouth tightly, and he didn't make a sound at all, and even his expression gradually calmed down, as if he was not the one who was being tortured with the rod at this moment.

After about eighteen canes, the woman in black motioned for the penalizer to stop.

In this regard, the man in black who led the man was puzzled.

Why don't you beat people up?

And the woman in black just gently held the hand of the man in black, shook her head, and gently pinched the other party three times.

The man in black instantly understood, and immediately let the man in black let Meng Yu go.

Meng Yu lost the pressure of the court staff, and rolled off the torture bench like a lump of mud.

That scene is not miserable.

Mengyu felt that he probably didn't have such an embarrassed and depressed time in his life.

Dream Feather is like a little beast that has been running for a long time without resting, spread on the ground.

Hurt!

In Mengyu's mind, there was just such a word.

However, there is something that Meng Yu doesn't understand.

Why were only eighteen strokes given?

What is the rationale for this?

Could it be that the conscience has been discovered?

No way?

Or is it... Another...

Meng Yu was still thinking, but suddenly found that there was a cyan halo around him, as if he was healing himself.

This can't help but let Meng Yu pursue the source of this halo.

Meng Yu raised his head and suddenly found that it was the woman who was healing him.

This made Meng Yu a little shocked.

This moment to punish people, a moment to heal the wounds, you don't think it's troublesome?

It's better not to come!

However, it is acceptable that someone makes themselves feel better.

After all, that power is definitely not human.

Mengyu is quite sure.

It is precisely because someone heals that Mengyu is much better.

At this time, he was only able to think a little more actively.

But just as he wanted to live, he suddenly found that Qinjiang was no longer there.

What the hell is this?

Could it be that he caught Qinjiang just to see himself being beaten?

Do you want to be so out of tune?

Or is it that in fact, Qinjiang has already left, but he didn't realize it?

But if it was long gone, when was it taken away?

It's weird!

The cyan halo began to flicker and flicker, a sign that healing was about to end.

Meng Yu looked at this appearance, slightly vigilant in his heart, and was ready.

When the cyan halo had completely subsided, the woman in black who had the lead was gone.

At this time, in the entire ancestral hall, only Meng Yu and the black-clothed leader man were left.

Meng Yu quickly stood up from the ground and became vigilant.

This situation is a bit dangerous!

However, the black-clothed leading man ignored Meng Yu's vigilance for a while, and just walked forward alone, as if he was going to somewhere.

This made Meng Yu feel a little strange.

What a bold man!

How dare you expose your back to others!

Aren't you afraid of someone else's sneak attack?

Belch... However, with his current appearance, I'm afraid I won't be able to sneak attack.

Out of curiosity, Meng Yu had the courage to follow the man in black away.

The man in black just kept walking to the east of this ancestral hall.

Until he came to a door, the man pushed it open and walked in.

Meng Yu also followed.

As soon as he stepped into the threshold, Meng Yu was shocked to find that this world was so wonderful. It's just a threshold distance, but after crossing it, you can feel a little spiritual power.

It's amazing!

The room where the man in black came, the decoration was simple, and it was very different from the main hall just now. There is only a table, a chair, an inkstone, a brush, a pen holder, a rice paper, and a ruler.

The rest of the decorations, nothing.

Looking at such a decoration, Meng Yu faintly felt that this was not the original decoration of this room. To be precise, this room was originally an empty room. And everything he saw now was the result of the preparation of this group of men in black.

This made Meng Yu a little suspicious in his heart.

Is the purpose of this group of men in black different from their own guesses?

Which one is this singing?

Do you want to give yourself some information?

Or is it...

Just as Meng Yu was still suspicious, I saw the man in black stretch out his hand with scaly gloves, picked up the brush on the pen stand, moistened the pen in the inkstone that had prepared ink, and lifted the pen on the rice paper.

Looking at the appearance of the man in black holding a pen and writing, Meng Yu felt that there seemed to be two figures overlapping in front of him.

I see!

Then, Meng Yu turned his gaze to the rice paper.

Looking at the vigorous font, Meng Yu could faintly feel the momentum of looking at the world.

And, for some reason, Meng Yu's mind faintly recalled a past event. This past incident suddenly made Meng Yu feel empowered. In the past, it was just speculation, but now it is indeed confirmed one thing - a past related to the Jingting faction.

It turns out that the real old fox, here.

Thinking of this, the corners of Meng Yu's mouth pulled up a smile of relief.

"Da~"

The man in black had already written what he wanted to write, and put the brush down.

It was such a small voice, so clear in such a silent night, that brought Mengyu's thoughts back.

Looking at the sentence written on the rice paper in the Qi script of the Warring States Period, Meng Yu felt stunned.

Is it really as you guessed?

As if to verify Meng Yu's conjecture, the man in black raised his hands, and a fiery red aura flame appeared from his left hand, and a golden aura flame appeared from his right hand.

The color of those spiritual flames is very pure, and it is not stained with any variegated color.

With such a strong spiritual power, Meng Yu felt that as a spirit body, the purest existence in the world, he had to bow down.

And Meng Yu suddenly remembered that he had been bounced open by the enchantment with three kinds of spiritual light intertwined before, as well as some of the previous feelings, which were completely explained at this moment.

There was a hint of clarity in Meng Yu's eyes.

Moreover, Meng Yu also understood the true purpose of this group of men in black who kidnapped themselves here.

But at this moment, Mengyu didn't know what to say.

In short, it is a complex and indescribable state of mind.

Seeing that a trace of clarity had flashed in Meng Yu's eyes, the man in black already knew that Meng Yu understood his intentions. Then, the man in black urged his spiritual power and attacked the string of blood jade sandalwood beads in Meng Yu's hand at the same time. Meng Yu's hand unconsciously raised to his chest, and he saw that the fiery red and golden aura were intertwined and shining. In front of Mengyu's eyes, the red lotus on the hand beads bloomed one after another, which was very beautiful. Then, Dream Feather suddenly had a feeling of entering a dream. It wasn't until all the thirty red lotuses in Meng Yu's hand that the thirty red lotuses in Meng Yu's hand had bloomed, and Meng Yu had a feeling of waking up from a dream. And by the time Meng Yu first woke up, Meng Yu had already returned to the back of the pillar where he had been hiding before.

Everything is like a dream.

Meng Yu leaned against the pillar, his eyes were complicated, and the corners of his mouth flashed with an indescribable smile.

After half a ring, he turned his head and looked at the rising sun, smiling brightly as if he had an epiphany.

Scold~

It seems that there are some things that I really have to say, the world is like chess.

When you are in the game, you sometimes think you are the one who plays chess, but you suddenly find that you are a chess piece.

The Chess Player...

Chessman...

Wine also.

Drunk also.

Wake up too.

Dreams also.

Who's clear?

Who knows?

Who is the most respectful?

Only the natural way of heaven is the one who is clear.

Only those who respect the order are clear.

Looking at the brilliant morning sun, Meng Yu felt that only the blooming red lotus could be compared.

Thinking of the beautiful red lotus, Meng Yu couldn't help but raise his hand slightly, looked at the string of blood jade sandalwood hand beads, and slowly rubbed it with his fingers.