Shizun's persona completely collapsed

Ruan Xinglan scratched his head, thinking that the whole thing seemed to be black and white, so he simply turned around and walked away.

At this moment, the great guy started to perform, and Mou pulled him into the black door with all his strength, as if guiding him to look for something.

With the experience of being tricked by big brothers before, Ruan Xinglan had to think carefully this time, so he refused to sneak in the door.

But it didn't work.

This awesome guy pulled and tugged as if he had been spat out, pushing Ruan Xinglan's back from behind, and pushed him in.Ruan Xinglan staggered, and his body was sucked in by a mysterious force, and then he went in.

Mu Qianqiu took a step behind, looked up at the top of the building, saw something on it, tiptoed to the ground, jumped up, and pulled down a writing brush that was as thick as a child's arm.

He couldn't help but frowned, and quickly followed in.

As soon as one foot stepped into the door, the surrounding immediately widened, like a palace, with rugged stone stairs on the left and right, red lotus deeply embedded in it, like swaying flames, moss on the steps, red silk hanging from top to bottom, and a square in the center On the long table, there is an inkstone on it, and a book of bamboo slips next to it, opened a little bit, revealing some bright red handwriting.

But no one from Ruan Xinglan was seen.

Mu Qianqiu tried to call out a few times, but couldn't hear a response, so she felt that this place was very strange, but she was also calm and composed, with no sadness or joy on her face, and a look of indifference.

Turning the brush in his hand casually, he circled around the long table. The table was about to his knees, not too high, and there was a cushion beside it for people to sit on, but there was only one.

There is an inkstone on the table, there are ink and bamboo slips, and there are words on the slips, but there is no brush, and no one to write it.

Then who lives here, and who left this word.

Mu Qianqiu glanced at it, and secretly read the words on it: adultery, stealing, arrogance, evil lottery, and there is a name next to it——Ruan Xinglan.

Other than that, nothing else.

Throwing off his robe and sitting cross-legged, Mu Qianqiu picked up a pen and dipped it in ink, flipped over the jade slips, and added: Honest, kind, innocent and enthusiastic, reward good people.

With just a stroke of the pen in red and black, two large characters slowly emerged on the bamboo slips: Game.

Not only that, but the surrounding environment has also changed.I saw that the originally jagged stone ladder turned into a black stone path, and beside it were two rows of Yin soldiers, and a faint mass of things knelt on the ground.

The head was drooping, disheveled, and the forehead almost touched the ground.His hands were raised flat, holding the lottery bucket in his hand.

Mu Qianqiu glanced at it, immediately frowned, and subconsciously wanted to rush over, but then thought of something, looked down at the bamboo slip in front of him, and a line of small vermilion characters appeared on it without knowing it.

The sinner, Ruan Xinglan, was extremely lewd, seduced his master, let loose, deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors, punished him with evil lottery, two hundred sticks, and pardon.

The Yin soldiers on both sides were ordered, and immediately let out a strange cry. Amidst the screams, "Ruan Xinglan" knelt on the ground, crawled up to Mu Qianqiu step by step, put the lottery bucket on the table, and then, A bad lottery floated out of the bucket and threw it on the ground.

Once this bad lottery lands, the pardon must be executed immediately.Mu Qianqiu raised his hand and held the evil lottery in his hand, the palm of his hand was hurt by the evil spirit on the sign, and blood gushed out from between his fingers.Taking the opportunity to write down again: never fornication | promiscuity, never seduced, but his teacher admired Qianqiu's temptation and abduction, and his disciple was young and ignorant, and suffered greatly from it.spare him the rod.

This bamboo slip seems to be written by another person, and it has always been contrary to what Mu Qianqiu wrote, one yin and one yang, making it difficult to tell whether it is true or not.

In the different time and space from Mu Qianqiu, Ruan Xinglan also sat on the seat, facing the bamboo slips, almost scratching his head.

The above reminded that the crimes of the criminals must be written.

The villain, of course it is the villain in the original text, what's the matter with Ruan Xinglan?

So he wrote and wrote, but every time he wrote, he was rejected immediately, as if someone had been against him.

The great guy stopped jumping now, and was as quiet as a chicken.

After thinking about it, Ruan Xinglan wrote again: Shameless, peeking at Master taking a bath.

Then, Mu Qianqiu wrote: I was young and ignorant, and my eyes couldn't distinguish between men and women.

When Ruan Xinglan saw it, he immediately sneered, thinking that only Mu Qianqiu thought he was young and ignorant.So I wrote: Stealing Master's personal clothes.

On the opposite side, it was written: Master knows the truth.

Ruan Xinglan froze for a moment, wondering who the other side was, if Mu Qianqiu knew about it, how could the other side know?

Then he wrote: recruiting prostitutes, prostitution, chaos, eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and doing all kinds of evil.

Mu Qianqiu wrote: It's just a rumor, it never happened.

Ruan Xinglan was even more puzzled, wondering why someone would whitewash the evildoers.The brain must have been bitten by a dog.

So he took up a pen and wrote a bunch of crimes, and then they were dismissed one by one.Until the jade slips were too full to write, and the brush in his hand suddenly disappeared, he heard "The game is over, the winner will be the judge, and the loser will be the death row prisoner".

Ruan Xinglan was startled, stood up hastily, his eyes darkened, and when he realized it again, everything around him changed.

The whole person knelt on the ground naked, with his forehead pressed against the ground, behind him, for some reason, was swollen and painful, and there was no way to check it.No matter how slow the reaction is, I know why the pain is swollen. It is clearly because something is pressing against the stomach, and a slight movement is the pain that hurts the heart.

Ruan Xinglan suddenly recognized that the other person was Mu Qianqiu, and hurriedly wanted to make a sound.But his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't make any sound at all.

He wanted to tell Mu Qianqiu in front of him that he was Xinglan, not a prisoner on death row, and wanted Master to help him up.

Mu Qianqiu stared at him condescendingly, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "As long as you do evil, you will be punished in the end. Is this the duty of the judge of the underworld?"

Ruan Xinglan was overjoyed when he heard the voice, and hurriedly raised his head to call for help from Master.

But there were 180 mountains on his back, and he couldn't do anything other than being forced to kneel on the ground, raise his butt higher than the sky, and collapse his waist like a basin.

What was even more frightening was that he found that what he was wearing was not Jianzong's robe at all, but white clothes, no shoes and socks, disheveled hair, like a prisoner, with a heavy shackle around his neck.

I was extremely flustered, this is not the treatment that a general attack should have, how did my IQ change from Mount Fuji to a basin.

Ruan Xinglan couldn't open her mouth at all, it felt like her lips were stuck with glue, and she couldn't utter a single word.Throat hurts, eyes are sore, I want to cry, feel wronged, I want to throw myself into Master's arms, and tell Master that I am Xinglan, not the villain in the original text, although I haven't done anything It's a good thing, but it didn't hurt God.

He could only listen to Mu Qianqiu on the top of his head and began to pronounce his crimes: adultery, treachery, arrogance, deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors...

Damn it, it was all the crimes that Ruan Xinglan wrote down with his own hands just now.

After knowing it, this seems to be a very strange illusion. The two people were in the same place just now, but they were in different spaces. They wrote on the jade slips together. Bai, if you win, you will be a judge, if you lose, you will be a prisoner.

Now it is obvious that Ruan Xinglan lost the game just now, so now he is forced to kneel in front of Mu Qianqiu wearing a heavy shackle like a prisoner, waiting for his trial...

This... this is a bit sad.

Ruan Xinglan couldn't move, but his six senses were extremely clear, his whole body was chilly, as if he was in a world of ice and snow, his nose was full of a strong smell of blood, and there was also the sound of the wind, and there was a heavy drum sound from a distance. Another sound, almost shattering the heart, liver and lungs.

The strange feeling behind him became more and more intense, as if there was something embedded in his body all the time, and he couldn't take it out or get it in. He couldn't tell whether it was comfortable or uncomfortable, and he was terribly afraid.

Hearing a bang, the ground below him suddenly sank an inch, and where he could see, four iron rings suddenly appeared, which happened to completely clasp his hands and feet and lock them tightly. He couldn't move at first, but now he even Like fish on a plate.

Silently comforting himself, not afraid, not afraid, the master will definitely not do anything bad to him, but he can't help but feel secretly, if the person in front of him is not the real Mu Qianqiu at all, but just an illusion, or a phantom, So what?

There was no time for him to continue thinking about life.He heard a very dull voice, which slowly exploded above his head: Fifty lashes, unforgivable.

ordered.The Yin soldiers on the left and right immediately stepped forward, knelt down on one knee, holding a tray in their hands, covered with a layer of red silk, on which was placed a jet-black cane, with a red thread wrapped around the handle, enough to hold two fingers Thickness, adult arm length.There are bright red tassels hanging from the end.

It looks like a civil wedding where the groom's official picks up the bride's red hijab Ruyi scale, but Mu Qianqiu is not the groom's official, and Ruan Xinglan is not the bride, and the things in the tray are not Ruyi scales.

It's just a torture tool in the magistrate's office.It is densely engraved with complicated Sanskrit characters.It was cold and heavy in the hand.

In addition to this rattan, the Yin soldiers sent up another token. Mu Qianqiu picked it up and looked at it. The token was about the size of half the palm of an adult, with red tassels on it, the word "pardon" engraved on the front, and It is the word "Ling". Once the pardon is issued, it must be executed.

It's not that Mu Qianqiu never punished his apprentices, but every time he did so with justifications, he didn't just hit his head and face or punish him.

When two people practice double cultivation together, the guilt of being a master is even deeper. In any case, it cannot be completely blamed on the apprentice.

So he didn't want to listen to Lao Shizi's pardon, let alone be a temporary judge and throw away the cane casually.

Unexpectedly, when the Yin soldiers on the left and right saw this, they suddenly took a step forward and surrounded Ruan Xinglan in the middle. The knife and ax in their hands were hanging above his head, and Mu Qianqiu would give up on him, so he immediately chopped Ruan Xinglan into pieces. The posture of the slag.

Not only that, but at first it seemed like a hundred mountains were pressing on his back, but now it was several times heavier, his knees and elbows couldn't take it anymore, and they were immediately covered with blood.

Although it is an illusion, it still hurts. I can't speak, I can't express the pain. I am so embarrassed that it all falls into the eyes of the master.Ruan Xinglan immediately felt that the sky above her head was about to collapse, she was anxious and afraid, tears were about to come out.

Mu Qianqiu frowned, and raised his hand casually, the rattan was clutched in the palm of his hand in an instant, and the Yin soldiers immediately took a few steps back, everyone stared at him, and the surroundings were deadly silent, as if they were waiting for him to finish. An amnesty, or a certain ritual.

The jade slips placed on the table behind him were not picked up, and the large vermilion characters on them jumped out of the paper. Time passed bit by bit, and suddenly there was a click, and Ruan Xinglan was directly pressed to the ground by an invisible force. Come on, in addition to making the butt more attractive, the head and face are also stuck to the cold ground.

The biting cold air penetrated into the bones, feeling extremely sad, with all the strength in his body, he stretched out his hand to pull the corner of Mu Qianqiu's clothes, begging him to save himself quickly.

Mu Qianqiu didn't know whether the Ruan Xinglan in front of him was the real Ruan Xinglan, whether he hit him or not, and what the corresponding consequences would be, he couldn't know now.

Holding the cane in one hand and the brush in the other, he walked slowly around Ruan Xinglan and stood behind him. Looking at the looming cluster of red tassels behind his apprentice, he couldn't help frowning.

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