Elder Yuheng was punished for breaking the precepts. This was like having wings. He didn't have to wait until the next morning. Almost everyone in the entire sect knew about that night.

If you have two hundred sticks and sticks, you will be beaten to death if you are a normal person. Even those who are cultivating immortals can drink a pot.

After Xue Meng found out, he jumped up and said, "What?! Master has gone to the precepts court?"

"Young Master, go and talk to the Lord. Master is already wounded. Two hundred sticks, how could he bear it?"

Xue Meng was almost crazy: "My father? No, my father is still in the snow palace and has not come back. Feige sent a letter at least the next day. Why don't you stop your master?"

Mo Ran and Shi Mei looked at each other.

Stop Chu Wanning?

Who in this world can stop him?

"No, no, I'll go find him now." Xue Meng ran toward the direction of the precepts court. Before he could enter the yard, he saw a group of disciples of the precepts elders blocking the door of the hall, whispering something.

"What are you doing when you stand? Get out of here! Get out of here!"

"Young Master!"

"Ah, the young master is here."

"Just give up, the young master is here."

The disciples quickly separated the two sides and gave way to Xue Meng. The gate of the Qingtian Palace was open, and Chu Wanning knelt down and stood up straight, closing his eyes without saying a word. The elder of the precepts held an iron stick in his hand, and was reciting the law on the top of life and death. Every time he finished reciting one, the iron stick would slap on Chu Wanning's back.

"This 91st sect is the one. Don't hurt innocent people indiscriminately, don't be illusory against ordinary people. Do you have any grudges under the stick?"

"No complaints."

"The 92nd rule of this sect is not to act without authorization, nor to show off one's own pleasure. Do you have any grudges under the stick?"

"No complaints."

The elder of the precepts did not dare to be lenient and could only implement them impartially. After more than ninety sticks, Chu Wanning's white robes were stained with blood.

Xue Meng respected Chu Wanning the most. Seeing this, his eyes were bleeding and shouted: "Master!"

Chu Wanning ignored it, still closed his eyes and frowned slightly.

Elder Yuheng looked at the door and lowered his voice and said, "Elder Yuheng, the young master is here."

"I'm not deaf, I heard it." Chu Wanning's mouth gushed, but he didn't raise his eyes, "He is a child, don't worry."

The elder of the precept sighed: "...Yuheng, why are you doing this?"

"Who made my disciples disobey?" Chu Wanning said lightly, "If I don't follow the law today, what kind of face will I have to discipline others in the future?"

“…”

"You keep going."

"Oh..." Elder Jie looked at his pale and slender neck, poked out from the wide collar edge, and hung gently like a thin smoke, and couldn't help but say, "Well, at least lighter?"

"...What's the difference between this move and deception?" Chu Wanning said, "Don't worry, it's only two hundred sticks, I can bear it."

"Elder Yuheng..."

"You don't have to say more about the precepts, keep going."

The iron rod finally fell down again.

Xue Meng's voice was distorted: "Elder of the Precepts! You haven't stopped the fuck? Where did you place the young master? You hit my master!! It's my master!!!"

The elder of the precepts had to bite the bullet and pretend that he didn't hear it.

Xue Meng was so angry that he was so angry that he said, "Did you not hear it, old man? I ordered you to stop! You, you dare to hit him again, me, me, I——"

I spent a long time thinking about anything I could say. After all, I was just a fifteen-year-old boy. No matter how "the prodigal son" was, his strength and qualifications were far less than the elders, so I could only blush and put on a rough word with a thick neck.

"I'll tell my dad to go!!!"

Elder of the Precepts: "…"

Chu Wanning sighed imperceptibly.

Ninety-seven sticks, ninety-eight sticks, ninety-nine sticks, one hundred sticks...

All his clothes were ripped out, and the blood was hideous and dazzling.

Xue Meng could no longer hold it back. His eyes were red in anger and he was about to break into it. Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and waved it, and a barrier was instantly slashed down, blocking the door, bounced Xue Meng back a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.

Chu Wanning coughed blood, rolled her eyes, and her pair of sharp phoenix eyes squinted.

"Shameful, go back!"

"Master!"

Chu Wanning said sternly: "When will the young master at the top of life and death be able to order the elders of precepts to betray the power of personal gain? Why don't you get out of here!"

Xue Meng stared at him, his eyes wide open, as if there were water beads spinning inside.

Mo Ran touched his chin next to him, and the corner of his mouth was still plastered with the seemingly non-existent scroll: "Oh, it's not good, Fenghuang'er is about to cry."

Hearing this sentence, Xue Meng turned around and gave Mo Ran a fierce look. His eyes with tears were red, but he insisted on not letting the tears roll down.

No complaints, no retort.

He climbed up from the ground, lowered his head, gritted his teeth and dusted off his body, and then knelt down toward the Qingtian Palace: "Master, I know my mistake."

Chu Wanning was still tortured by an iron rod, and his back had never been bent, but his face was pale and his forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

Xue Meng said stubbornly: "But I won't leave, I will accompany my master."

After saying that, he couldn't get up after kneeling.

Mo Ran rolled his eyes and was about to turn to the sky. Xue Meng and Xue Ziming, the pride of heaven, were humble to the bones in front of Chu Wanning. In front of others, it was a phoenix, and could turn into a quail in front of the master. If it weren't for sure that Xue Meng didn't like men, Mo Ran would have suspected that this guy probably fell in love with Chu Wanning, so he would be so devoted and never regretted it. The master slapped him in the left face, and the little quail could turn his right face in a humble way.

Be convinced, be convinced.

It's really a terrible person.

Although he was despised, his cheeks were sour for some reason. Mo Ran stared at Xue Meng and glared for a while. The more he looked, the more he felt uncomfortable. He felt that he could not express his loyalty alone.

Chu Wanning didn't like him at first. If Xue Meng made such a fuss, would Chu Wann rather be more biased in the future?

So he simply knelt over and knelt next to Xue Meng.

"I'll be with my master, too."

Of course, Shi Mei knelt down, and the three disciples were all kneeling outside and waiting. When the disciples of other elders heard the news, they came to the precepts court to watch the excitement under various names.

"Oh my God, why is Elder Yuheng..."

"I heard that I beat an ordinary person in anger."

"Ah! So fierce?"

"Shh, whisper, Elder Yuheng heard it and turned around and thrust you!"

Someone else: "Why is the young master kneeling?"

"Young Master Mo is kneeling too..."

Mo Ran is handsome and sweet-mouthed. He doesn't know how much female cultivator has earned on weekdays. At this time, someone couldn't help but feel pity and whispered: "I feel sorry for Mr. Mo, what should I do? Should I ask for mercy?"

"We should not care about their master-apprentice affairs. If you dare, go, go, anyway. I am a coward. Do you still remember the senior sister who was beaten by Elder Yuheng for hundreds of whips..."

“……………………”

Two hundred staffs were finished.

The barrier was finally removed.

Xue Meng quickly got up from the ground, rolled and ran to the Qingtian Palace, and approached. When he saw Chu Wanning's appearance, he screamed in anger, turned his head and grabbed the collar of the elder of the precepts: "You old man, can you not beat him lightly!!!"

"Xue Ziming." Chu Wanning closed her eyes, her blood-stained lips opened and closed, and her hoarse voice exuded an invisible deterrence.

“…”

Xue Meng's knuckles clattered and pushed the elder of the precepts suddenly, letting go. Mo Ran also came at this time. He was still smiling, thinking that the elder of the precepts would definitely take into account Chu Wanning's identity and would not take heavy measures. But when he looked down at Chu Wanning's injuries, the smile on his face suddenly subsided.

Did Chu Wanning not tell the elder of the precept that he had a shoulder injury?!

The two hundred staffs were more or less slapped, and they all hit the old scar on his shoulder.

New injuries are stacked with old injuries.

Chu Wanning, you...

Crazy?!

The pupils shrank rapidly, and a strong resentment and hatred surged into my heart.

Mo Ran didn't know what he was hating or hating, or was angry, but felt a fire rising in his stomach, burning the internal organs and burning them. He was used to Chu Wanning's dying breath that he was tortured by himself, crushing his self-esteem and defiling his whiteness. But Mo Ran could not tolerate Chu Wanning's scars, but it was beaten by someone else!

Maybe because he has not forgotten the reason for his previous life, Mo Ran subconsciously felt that this person belongs to him, and that this person is his own, and that he is alive and hateful, and he is his own.

He didn't care about Chu Wanning's punishment at first, because he thought that Chu Wanning was an elder, and that two hundred sticks would definitely not be a heavy punishment.

At least, he would avoid the wounds on his shoulders that had not yet healed.

But Chu Wanning didn't say it! He didn't say it! What was this crazy man stubborn? What was he enduring? What was he stubbornly insisting on?!?
To be continued...