Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

"Two?" Xie Qiushi was slightly stunned, and stared at the trunk of the Living Soul Tree. He saw that besides the gnarled branches, there was an old tree with a darker color growing on it. If it is thinner, it is also withered, and the bark is more severely broken, and the category cannot even be seen.

"I don't understand the rest." Sending Shuang said cautiously with a stern face, "The Immortal, please."

Xie Qiushi said "Well", and reluctantly looked at the embracing twin trees for a while, then followed the boy and stepped on the stone steps leading to the fairyland.

"Can't you just fly up?" Xie Qiushi muttered while rubbing his legs, "How tired you are."

Sending Shuang said: "Except for the master here, all guests have to go up step by step. Immortals don't ask this anymore."

Head Xie asked curiously, "Who is the owner here?"

"I've never seen it before." Sending Shuang shook his head, "I heard from senior brothers and sisters that they went down to the mortal world in their early years."

Xie Qiushi nodded and didn't ask any further questions. He looked around quietly and followed the little boy up the hill.

The higher you go, the colder it gets.

The stone steps were covered with thin snow, and gradually there were many fairies on the side of the road who were about the same age as Songshuang, sweeping the snow with brooms.

"Why bother?" Xie Qiushi complained, raised his palm and blew lightly, blowing away the white snow.

Sending Shuang pulled his face, and said with a cold expression: "The immortal should not be willful, it will delay the practice of brothers and sisters."

"Sweeping these icy and white things is no practice, be careful that each of them will turn into small ice balls." Xie Qiushi rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "The snow is getting bigger and bigger. Is it possible that in your fairy world, there are also 'high places are too cold' Say it?"

"The scenery of Yingtai Palace changes according to the master's will." Songshuang said, "From the day the master left, the snow on the top of Yingtai Mountain has never stopped."

"It shouldn't be like this. Your master won't be happy seeing this lifeless scene." Xie Qiushi shook his finger, "If it were me, it would be a place full of mountain flowers blooming all the year round."

Song Shuang frowned and said, "Immortal, we Yingtai Palace people don't like to be judged by outsiders."

Xie Qiushi whistled, spread his hands, and continued to walk up.

Before he could take two steps, he turned his head again, looked at Song Shuang who was standing there, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, are you really angry? The kid has such a temper?"

Sendshuang still stared at the sky blankly, without saying a word.

Xie Qiushi knelt down and scratched his cheek with his fingers: "Little brat, I still want your grandpa to coax you..."

"The snow has stopped."

"what?"

Sending Shuang stared blankly at Xie Qiushi, staring at the faint clouds in the sky, and repeated in surprise: "The snow has stopped."

Tens of miles away from Yingtai Mountain is the southern threshold where the immortals are forbidden to think about their mistakes.

There are two thresholds in the fairy world, the north and the south, the north threshold is used as a big prison, and the prisoners are used to rebellious and evil people, while the south threshold is mostly for immortals to introspect and ask their hearts against the wall.

Not long ago, Yan Chicheng met Ziwei Lord Qin Lingche, who had returned from the transitional robbery, at the northern threshold. At this time, he drove to the southern threshold in a fairy car, and the director of the southern threshold, Zhou Yingxin, was already waiting at the door.

"In your capacity," Zhou Yingxin said, "it doesn't have to be like this."

Yan Chicheng walked into the threshold without saying a word, Zhou Yingxin followed, the threshold fell, and only four fairy servants followed behind them, the rest were stopped outside the door.

The two fairy servants came to Yan Chicheng's side, Yan Chicheng waved his hand, not asking them to lead the way, but walked into a dark room with ease.

The light in the room was dim, a stone wall was facing the door, Yan Chicheng removed the brocade clothes, only wearing a white shirt, and sat facing the stone wall, with his back to several people.

Zhou Yingxin sighed silently, and asked, "How much did the Heavenly Emperor punish?"

The fairy servant at the side was about to speak when Yan Chicheng said in a deep voice, "Thirty."

Zhou Yingxin nodded slightly, her voice was a little bit colder, and ordered: "Thirty whips."

After he finished speaking, he stepped aside, and the other two fairy servants stepped forward, each of them carrying a bucket of water, and each of the two buckets soaked a rattan whip made of twisted ancient vines.

Yan Chicheng closed his eyes, there was almost no disturbance in his heart, and the sound of his breathing was not disturbed.

After about a stick of incense, he heard the sound of water coming from his ears, and the fairy servant lifted the cane whip out of the water, and beat him on the back continuously from left to right!

The rattan whip used by Nanshen was thick and heavy, much heavier than ordinary teaching tools, when it fell on the flesh, it didn't make a crackling sound like a leather whip, but a muffled "poof".The whip body was smashed down by strong wind, as if hitting in cotton wool, it made no sound. It seemed that the power was not very powerful, but in fact it hurt the muscles and bones.

Five consecutive whips hit the same spot on his back, Yan Chicheng's body was straight and he didn't move, if it wasn't for the bloodstains on the underwear, people would doubt that the whip had never hit him.

Immortal servants on both sides executed the torture silently, no one reported the number, and no one gave admonishment. When the number of whips was more than half, Yan Chicheng's clothes were half covered with blood, and the whips were moved down by an inch, and continued to fall unhurriedly. When counting to twenty, Yan Chicheng suddenly leaned forward slightly, and raised his hand to hold down the stone wall in front of him.

The stone wall is extremely slippery, this is of course a deliberate arrangement, just to prevent the person being punished from attaching himself, Yan Chicheng slowly curled his fingers into a fist, the fist was neither light nor heavy against the stone wall, and then slid away, as if he was grabbing something Extremely slippery stuff that might fall out of your hands at any time.

Xianjun Yan thought in a daze that he was catching a handful of snow.

Can't hold it tightly, can't hold it down, can't rely on it, can't relax it, can't cling to the wall in front of it, can't expect others to lend strength to itself, the heavy whip behind it must be beaten into the soul of the self-examiner one by one--the immortal has never been afraid of flesh and blood It hurts, but the immortal will still teach himself that torture is a good way to introspect, and the whip marks carved into the flesh seem to be able to offset the debts full of hands and hearts.

In the last ten lashes, it seemed that one lash was heavier than one lash. Yan Chicheng moved his lips and panted silently. Every heavy lash pressed him against the stone wall. In the blink of an eye, faint blood oozes from the palm again.

After thirty lashes, the two servants bowed to leave, and the other two fairy servants got a change of clothes and left. Zhou Yingshen knocked on the door and entered, only to see Xianjun Yan was changing clothes with his upper body bare.

"Offended!" Zhou Yingxin said.

"It's okay." Yan Chicheng's voice was light, with an ordinary tone, as if the hideous wound on his back was not on him, "Is there anything else?"

"You will spend [-] days introspecting at the southern threshold." Zhou Yingxin said, "Do you need me to arrange a room for you?"

"No need." Yan Chicheng changed his inner clothes, and put on a dark brocade robe with one hand, which was only draped loosely on his shoulders, and his arms were not inserted into the sleeves, but hugged casually, "I am here place."

Zhou Yingxin bowed in answer, and then she was about to exit the door.

"Wait." Yan Chicheng suddenly called out.

"What are your orders?"

"On the side of Yingtai Mountain, if there is any abnormal movement..." Yan Chicheng said softly, his hoarse ending sounded a little helpless, he paused, and finally swallowed the words back into his throat, "...that's all."