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When Mu Shuning was taken into the cell by Chu Yuqing, Yan Qingshi was watching from not far away.

Before Mu Shuning walked in, he turned his head and took a look.

This glance is full of infinite nostalgia and anxiety.

At this time, what he resented was only Chu Yuqing alone, and he believed that Yan Qingshi could not help himself to what Yan Qingshi had done.

Before going in, Chu Yuqing suddenly stopped, and he turned around: "Hand over Mo Shi."

The magic weapon of the cultivator's natal life is generally kept in the dantian by them, and will only be sacrificed when it is used.

Mu Shuning was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head.

Chu Yuqing's tone was not kind: "This is the rule of the sin forgiveness hall."

Mu Shuning still shook his head.

Yan Qingshi noticed the situation here, and walked over without speaking, but looked at Mu Shuning from top to bottom.

Chu Yuqing said: "Master, a guilty person cannot carry a sharp weapon on his body before entering the forgiveness hall. I suddenly remembered..."

Before Chu Yuqing finished speaking, Yan Qingshi understood, and nodded wearily: "Mu Shuning, hand over the sword."

Mu Shuning raised her head abruptly, and looked at Yan Qingshi as if she was looking at a stranger.

Yan Qingshi's heart froze suddenly. For some reason, when Mu Shuning looked at him with such eyes, his heart felt as if covered by a thick cloth, stuffy and suffocating.

He had never felt this way before.

Mu Shuning looked extremely fragile at the moment, with dark eyes: "Master, if I hand over Mo Shi, will I never return it to me?"

A disciple who comes out of the cell of the Forgiveness Hall will be branded as a sinner all his life. A sinner is naturally not worthy of having the sword of his life. No matter how brilliant he was before, he will never have a chance to recover after he is guilty.

Yan Qingshi did not speak.

Chu Yu said affectionately, "Mu Shuning, don't forget your identity."

In an instant, Mu Shuning's eyes shot over. There was overwhelming hatred and murderous intent in those eyes. Chu Yuqing had never seen this kind of eyes before. For a moment, Chu Yuqing was frightened. Can't even jump out.

Mu Shuning knelt down, "I won't hand it in."

Chu Yuqing came back to her senses, and scolded: "Mu Shuning!"

"Mushi was given to me by Master." Mu Shuning raised her head and paused every word.

Mu Shi is Mu Shi, Mu Shi who loves, and Yan Qingshi, his master personally practiced for him.If he doesn't pay, he won't pay even if he dies.

Yan Qingshi looked down at him: "Nonsense."

In the next second, Mu Shuning lowered his voice and said hoarsely, "Master gave this to me."

To Yan Qingshi's surprise, after Mu Shuning finished speaking, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes, following the curve of his cheeks, slowly and silently.He didn't make a sound, and cried quietly, the more silent the crying, the more heart-piercing it was.

Yan Qingshi frowned, took a step forward, bent slightly, put the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, and touched Mu Shuning's lower abdomen dantian, Mu Shuning's body shook violently.What followed was pain and pain all over the body.

Yan Qingshi was merciless, and using spiritual power as a guide, he dragged Mo Shi out of Mu Shuning's dantian.The degree of harm done to the owner by this approach is immeasurable.

Blood was dripping from the corner of Mu Shuning's mouth. He bit his lip tightly, desperately restraining himself from exhaling in pain, while his eyes were always on Yan Qingshi.

Yan Qingshi lowered his head, feeling inexplicably terrified. He didn't look at Mu Shuning's eyes, but turned and left while holding the bloody Mo Shi in his hand.

As if Mu Shuning didn't feel any pain, he stared at Yan Qingshi's back obsessively. He didn't look away until Yan Qingshi walked out.He stared blankly at the direction Yan Qingshi left.

Chu Yuqing sneered: "Let's go."

For Mu Shuning in his current state, the eighth level of punishment was killing him.

When Mu Shuning was sent out, there wasn't a single piece of good flesh in his body, and it looked like he was bleeding dry, and he lost consciousness, his legs and hands twitching unconsciously.Chu Yuqing thought that Mu Shuning would die, but when he noticed that Mu Shuning was still breathing weakly in his nose, he was extremely surprised and didn't know what to do for a while.

When he asked Yan Qingshi to release Mu Shuning, Yan Qingshi was holding his hair in a daze.

When Chu Yuqing yelled for the first time, he didn't hear it, and it wasn't until Chu Yuqing yelled for the second time that Yan Qing turned his head in astonishment.

Chu Yuqing had never seen Yan Qing like this before, was it because of Mu Shuning?

When this thought surfaced, Chu Yuqing only felt a killing intent wrapped in her heart.

"Master, how should Mu Shuning be punished?"

Regarding the fact that Mu Shuning was still alive, Yan Qingshi didn't seem surprised at all. He quickly adjusted his mood and said, "How is his condition?"

"It's not bad, you're still sane."

Yan Qing said solemnly: "This time he is still alive, it is God's will, his sins that hurt human life can be considered as atonement, let's send him to Sizui Cliff."

"Continue the previous two-year period."

A sinister smile hangs on the corner of Chu Yuqing's mouth: "Yes."

When Yan Qingshi pulled out Mo Shi before, he added a life-saving tactic to Mu Shuning's body. This tactic is equivalent to a second life. When Mu Shuning was holding his last breath, he could save his life. Unknowingly, he blocked the fatal blow and left his life.

But I don't know whether Yan Qingshi trusts Chu Yuqing too much or trusts himself too much. How can he be sane if he only keeps his breath?And how could he survive two years on the Cliff of Thoughts?

If Yan Qingshi didn't love Mu Shuning, then he wouldn't secretly give Mu Shuning the secret to save his life.But if it was said that Yan Qing loved Mu Shuning, how could he not trust Mu Shuning at all?

Within a day, the news that Mu Shuning had received an eighth-level punishment from the Forgiveness Hall spread throughout Jingqiong Mountain.

Xiao Qingyu tried her last sliver of reason to not kill Wan Jianfeng. She hurriedly rushed towards the Cliff of Sins with a lot of pills.

Places like Si Zui Cliff are not accessible to ordinary people. Xiao Qingyu would beat up the people who blocked her, until they couldn't move and couldn't stop her, so she continued to walk forward.

Finally, at the end, Xiao Qingyu saw Mu Shuning who was lying on the ground covered in blood.

Xiao Qingyu froze on the spot for a moment, as if she couldn't accept that the person lying there, who was no different from a corpse, was the high-spirited genius Mu Shuning.Xiao Qingyu managed to adjust her emotions, walked over with a heavy step, let Mu Shuning rest on her lap, and first stuffed a pill that was slowly emitting fluorescence into Mu Shuning's mouth.

This pill is called Huanhun Pill, and as the name suggests, it is very suitable for people like Mu Shuning who have their last breath left.But it won't work if you don't even have your last breath.

The effect of the Resurrection Pill was excellent, Xiao Qingyu sent Mu Shuning spiritual power along the Resurrection Pill, and was shocked by the strong medicinal effect and spiritual power, Mu Shuning vomited a mouthful of black blood, and opened his eyes instantly , chest heaving violently, breathing with difficulty.

Xiao Qingyu said: "Shu Ning, look at me, who am I?"

Mu Shuning's pupils were dizzy, and his brain hadn't been in touch with the outside world. He couldn't respond normally to any reaction from the outside world. He just stared blankly at the source of the sound and had difficulty breathing.

Xiao Qingyu used her spiritual power again, and stuffed another pill into Mu Shuning's mouth to help him heal.

After a long time, Mu Shuning came back to his senses, and his voice was hoarse: "Master... Uncle Master?"

Seeing that Mu Shuning could still recognize people, Xiao Qingyu was relieved.

"Shu Ning, tell uncle, who made you look like this? Why did you suddenly go down the mountain that day, and have something to do with the world? You tell uncle, uncle believes you."

Mu Shuning's hands and feet were still tied with iron chains, making it difficult for him to move. He shook his head, feeling that what he said was superfluous.

"Mu Shuning, are you really stupid?"

Seeing that Mu Shuning's eyes dimmed, Xiao Qingyu burst into an unknown anger: "Where is Yan Qingshi? Is your master dead? He just watched you being tortured like this? The Hall of Forgiveness Eighth-level punishment, he really doesn't treat you like a human being! Uncle Master will avenge you!"

Seeing that Xiao Qingyu was about to put Mu Shuning down, Mu Shuning panicked and wanted to speak, but coughed violently, heart-piercingly, even so, he still grabbed Xiao Qingyu's clothes and did not let go.

"Master...Uncle Master..." Mu Shuning's voice sounded like an old bellows, "Don't go, no... don't blame Master."

Xiao Qingyu's face turned pale for a while, as if he had swallowed ten tons of meat: "Don't blame him? Don't blame him? Who is he to blame? After you are like this, he still throws you to the cliff of thinking? Does he have you as his apprentice in his heart? ? He really doesn't take your life seriously!"

Mu Shuning pulled Xiao Qingyu's clothes with all her strength and said in a hoarse voice, "Chu...Chu Yuqing..."

Xiao Qingyu was taken aback for a moment: "Chu Yuqing?"

She looked down and happened to see the pleading and determination in Mu Shuning's eyes.

Xiao Qingyu inhaled: "Chu Yuqing caused you to be like this?"

Mu Shuning closed his eyes, he couldn't even do these simple movements now.

Xiao Qingyu said: "Mu Shuning, let go of your hand."

Mu Shuning didn't let go.

"I'm not going to look for your master, I'm going back to Xuannvfeng, you take a good rest."

Mu Shuning didn't believe it. With blood on his hands, he rubbed against Xiao Qingyu's red dress, embellishing Xiao Qingyu's clothes with red dark lines.

"Uncle... don't tell others... I, I have a solution."

Xiao Qingyu knelt down and opened Mu Shuning's fingers one by one. She smiled: "Uncle Shi believes in you. Uncle Shi still has some things to deal with. Uncle Shi is going back first."

How could Mu Shuning, who was dying, be able to resist Xiao Qingyu? He didn't believe a word of what Xiao Qingyu said now.However, he had no strength in his hands and feet, so he couldn't stop Xiao Qingyu.

After leaving Sizui Cliff, Xiao Qingyu rushed straight to Wanjian Peak, pointed his sword at the tip of Yan Qingshi's nose, and shouted, "Yan Qingshi, where is Chu Yuqing?"

Yan Qing thought of their years of friendship between senior brothers and sisters, he didn't lose his face, but his face was not very good either, he said: "Qingyu, put down the sword."

Xiao Qingyu, dressed fiercely in red, shouted: "Yan Qingshi, I just want to tell you today that Chu Yuqing cannot be kept, let alone trusted!"

Yan Qing said coldly: "Yu Qing is Wan Jianfeng's disciple, and my junior sister has surpassed him."

"Chu Yuqing is Wan Jianfeng's disciple, but Mu Shuning is not? How did you become a master?"

Hearing the words "Mu Shuning", Yan Qing was subconsciously taken aback.