MTL - The Correct Way of Face-Slapping in Transmigration-Chapter 162 9.5 Face-to-face order

Gu Yunxi, who did not know where he was hiding, laughed when Beichen Xuanming said this. This man clearly had him in his heart, and was reluctant to let him go. When he faced him, he always showed no expression. He could not leave the word "right way", for fear that it would have been long before he knew that he would take a "wrong way" .

It turned out not to be so rigid, it lied quite smoothly.

"That being the case, let's go to the penalty hall to receive the penalty."

The man in the purple clothes looked at Beichen Xuanming faintly, and did not know whether he believed or did not believe it. In short, he did not investigate.

Beichen Xuanming looked up, said yes, then bowed back.

Gu Yunxi listened to the conversation between the two of them and couldn't help thinking, could all the Taoists be such taciturn, cold characters?

Such martial arts are the most boring, and they always die too much.

Beichen Xuanming ran all the way, and soon arrived at the execution hall, glanced at the disciples at the door indifferently, and gave a slight glance. "Beijing Xuanming, who is under the door of the Zixiao real person, was ordered by the master to be punished with a hundred whip. ten years."

When the disciple saw him, his face was very surprised, and he could not help exclaiming, "Beichen Xuanming ?! Is the person you really want to punish from Zixiao?"

Tian Daozong knows that Beichen Xuanming is the only self-taught disciple of Zixiao, who is a Tianzhuang Wizard. After more than thirty years of practice, he has reached Yuan Ying's practice. At this speed, the monks in the entire field of cultivation can't reach it.

Although the Zixiao real person is cold, if he doesn't take the world into his heart, he is good to this disciple. He asked the Taoist Emperor to have the most abundant mountain and gave it to Beichen Xuanming as a cultivation place. I don't know how many people admire it. .

"Why is Zixiao really punishing you?" The disciple was curious, looked up at him, and asked, for a moment, he forgot how indifferent Beichen Xuanming was to people.

Beichen Xuanming was silent, and suddenly, he himself exclaimed again, saying, "You brought the man to the mountain before!" He just saw the thunderstorm. After thinking about a problem, he still didn't speak up, another question came, "You are not always the most obedient, how can you bring people up the mountain?"

Beichen Xuanming had no psychology and was surprised. He entered the penitentiary on his own, looked at the elder who whip, and said gently, "One hundred whip."

Tian Daozong is a well-known school with many rules and heavy punishment. This one hundred whip does not sound like much to monks, after all, their physiques are comparable.

However, the whip used by Tiandaozong is not an ordinary whip, it is called a devil whip, and it will be flesh flesh when it is drawn, and the whip stabs into the bone. In addition, this whip is claimed to be able to extract the monk's heart demon. Everyone who has a heart demon will receive this whip, and the heart demon will automatically emerge. Whether you can pass this hurdle depends on you.

"Remember." The elder whip raised his whip and looked at a handsome student standing beside him.

The disciple nodded and held a pen in his hand. One, two, three

In addition to the magic wand extraordinary, Beichen Xuanming took a whip, but also looked pale with pain, cold sweat on his forehead. He gritted his teeth without saying a word.

Elder Whip is not strange. Those who came to the penalty hall were punished. Even a low-level monk would not utter a sigh of pain at the beginning of a few whipes. Otherwise, this face would not be necessary, but he could not stand the sound of thirty whip. He has not seen it yet. .

At the 60th whip, neither the elders of the whip nor the disciples of Xingtang looked at Bei Chen Xuanming. At the time of the seventy whip, it had become admiration. When they were 80 or 90 whip, they looked at the terrible wounds on the man and the exposed white bones of the man. They couldn't help crying for a pain.

At the end of the hundred whip, Beichen Xuanming turned his head to look at them, his bloodless lips moved slightly, and said, "Take me to the cliff."

The disciple of Xingtang nodded, and was also shocked by the man's patience for removing the whip, thus ignoring the flashing red in Beichen Xuanming's eyes.

"Lead the way!" The disciple was so surprised that he patronized and watched the people, without moving his feet. Beichen Xuanming's voice sank and he drank a little before he responded, stuttering, "Follow me."

On the way, this disciple couldn't help thinking that Beichen Xuanming's angry look was really rare. He happened to meet him today, and he can brag about it later. Beichen Xuanming, who had never changed his face, was angry with him!

They knew in their minds that Beichen Xuanming would be a sensation in the field of self-cultivation in the future. Maybe in a century, he would be able to build a highway and soar!

Beichen Xuanming clenched his fists and bit his teeth, only to feel that his body was in a turbulent atmosphere, and his mind was full of things that should not be there. He squeezed a crimson red bag around his waist, and there was a red flash in his eyes.

Siguoya is a very desolate place. It is located on the back side of Tiandaozong. It is cold all year round and barren.

After thinking about the cliff for ten years, it is to be repaired for ten years, and most people are still facing the result of indifference. This is the most feared thing for monks.

The disciple who brought Beichen Xuanming here looked at him before leaving, his eyes filled with sympathy. With such a delay, I am afraid that the hope of soaring within a century is gone.

He shook his head as he walked, wondering what Zixiao really thought. If there is such a talented disciple under their master's door, let alone make a small mistake that takes people up the mountain, even a big mistake is not willing to be punished like this.

Beichen Xuanming found a place to sit down, took a white porcelain bottle from his arms in a trembling hand, swallowed some medicine without seeing it, and his hot fingers went back and forth on the bag hanging around his waist. Stroking, it seemed to want to open and dare not look.

He should be cold. Like his master, everything is not in his eyes, and he can only cultivate with one heart, but he just can't let go of that person. In his eyes, his mind is like a young man smiling, under the whip removal Hidden feelings are completely overwhelming.

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Gu Yunxi waited in the dark for a long time, and there was no other person's voice outside, but Beichen Xuanming still didn't let him out, anxious in his heart. The voice of a just man who endured pain was clear to him, and he did not know how many injuries he had suffered.

He couldn't help frowning, reached out and tempted the next four weeks, but felt only some air.

"Master, you are trapped in Qiankun's bag." The system watched Gu Yunxi's movement and said.

"It seems I have to wait." Gu Yunxi sighed. He naturally understood the effectiveness of Qiankun's bag. People outside could not go out unless they loosened the bag, unless you reached the cultivation period above the deification period. Can burst out of the bag.

He is just now with Yuan Ying, and it takes at least two or three decades to think of deification.

Gu Yunxi sank down, waiting for Beichen Xuanming to open the Qiankun bag. This one, I don't know how long it has passed, suddenly a chuckle came from his ear, strange and mysterious beyond words.

"Who?" Gu Yunxi narrowed his eyes, looking at the boundless darkness, his pupils turned dark red, and the magic of magic spread from his body.

The voice was still laughing. After a long laugh, it suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

It was white and dense fog again, and the white sky covered everything, Gu Yunxi frowned, not understanding why he came to Yupei space.

"I don't want to see what a nether flower looks good." There was a terrifying sound in the thick mist, and it seemed reluctant. Gu Yunxi stunned, stepped forward, and looked for a long time, but the endless dense fog.

"Look at the master, is he about to develop a sense of consciousness?" The voice continued, as if he was talking to someone, his tone became much lighter.

"Master, why do you love this flower so much?"

"Master, I feel I like him very much. If he also recognizes you as the master, I am his boss, haha." This is a shocking chuckle.

Gu Yunxi stopped and listened quietly. There are only two people who can shock the host, one is him and the other is a lover. From start to finish, there was only one voice that shook the sky.

"Master!" Suddenly, the voice turned into a scream.

"Amazing!"

When Gu Yunxi heard the roar, he felt that his mind was blank and panicked uncontrollably.

Then, I went back to the dead again.

"Master, master, what's wrong with you?" A worried voice sounded in his ear, Gu Yunxi blinked, staring blankly at the darkness around him.

"How long has it passed?"

"It's just an hour," the system whispered. "What happened to you?" He paused and asked.

Gu Yunxi rubbed his forehead and smiled bitterly, "I don't know."

This was the second time he was unknowingly pulled into Yupei's space. Every time I heard some strange sounds, but he couldn't see the figure. Someone seemed to want to convey something to him through this jade.

As soon as his voice fell, his eyes lighted up immediately. Gu Yunxi couldn't wait to get out of Qiankun's bag. As soon as he turned around, he saw Beichen Xuanming who was bruised and bruised. His face was startled and his eyes suddenly gloomed down. What a heavenly sect, even turned his people into this incomplete skin!

"What about your elixir? Take it soon!"

He hurriedly lowered his hands, rummaging in his arms.

Beichen Xuanming's eyes were deep, a hand that held the young man's hands moving in his arms.

Gu Yunxi looked up at him, a pair of narrow peach eyes full of worries, but even in this case, he couldn't resist the hope of his eyes.

The man's throat moved, his gaze fixed, and he forced himself to retract his hand, and squeezed tightly, said mutely, "Leave." He was now invaded by the demon, only to be unable to control himself and hurt the person. .

Gu Yunxi shook his head and slowly stroked the deep facial features of the man's cold sweat, saying, "I said earlier, I won't go."

"I don't need your gratitude!" Beichen Xuanming became very cold between his eyes, he looked at the young man and said sternly, "the one who enters the Heavenly Sect, die!"

"Then you kill me." Gu Yunxi ignored him and continued to search in the man's arms. Finally he found a bottle of healing elixir and quickly opened it and fed it to his mouth.

The bitter taste of the elixir spread in the mouth. Beichen Xuan stared at the picturesque youth around him, his heart shook, and his eyes became blood red as if congested.