Cinderella: The Legend of Yunhua

Mo Yunhua resisted, "Wait! Elder He, I have something to say! Stealing Haotian is completely my fault. My apprentice Lian Que is only because he cares about me. Then I went to the main hall with me. Please congratulate the elders to read that Lian'er is young and has little experience, and everything is due to me. Today, he was exempted from punishment. Since I am incapable of teaching, his hundred Let me bear the rod!"

Lian Que stood up when he heard the words, and he regretted that Mo Yunhua was affected this time. If Mo Yunhua was punished on his behalf again, how would he deal with himself?

He was grunting in his throat, struggling to stand up and speak, but Mo Yunhua pulled him down, and stopped him in a cold voice, "Lian'er, kneel down! This is the Law Enforcement Hall, how can you be presumptuous here!"

Lian Que turned around and realized that Mo Yunhua's energy and blood were surging, the corner of his mouth was oozing blood, the palm of the hand holding him was cold, and his fingers were trembling slightly, it must have been seriously injured.His legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, staring at Mo Yunhua desperately and shaking his head, begging Mo Yunhua to tell the truth so that he could suffer the punishment.

But Mo Yunhua made up his mind, swallowed a mouthful of blood, and stared straight at the three elders on the high platform.

The three elders on the high platform had a private chat for a while, and He Mingye got up again to consult Yu Yinzi's opinion, and after considering it for a while, he announced, "After this seat's discussion, the disciple of Zhishui Peak, Lian Que, misses you. Talented, intelligent, still young, you were instigated to make delusional thoughts, and this is your first offender. Today, I am exempting you from the stick responsibility, but you still need to be punished lightly for breaking the rules. This rescinds your participation in the suppression team. Qualifications, go back and face the wall and think for half a year! Mo Yunhua, you ignore the sect rules and use the treasure of the town school for private use. You will be punished one hundred times with the staff, and as a teacher, you are ineffective in teaching and instigating your disciples. Two hundred rods, execution immediately!"

After He Mingye finished speaking, four law enforcement disciples wearing Zang-colored strong suits rushed out from the main hall of the Law Enforcement Hall. On one side, the two on the other side escorted Mo Yunhua and pushed him to the center.With a wave of He Mingye's hand, a execution platform made of Yunying slowly rose from the ground in the center of the square, and the two law enforcement disciples pushed Mo Yunhua onto the execution platform.

Lian Que was brought into the crowd, and two law enforcement disciples stood side by side behind him to guard.He stared anxiously at Mo Yunhua on the execution platform.Seeing that Mo Yunhua's breathing was unstable, his footsteps were weak, and he let the law enforcement disciples push him, he staggered onto the execution platform, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

The matter has come to this point, no matter how much he regrets, it is too late for him to repent. Sadness arises from it, and he secretly questioned himself in a daze——was it really right for me to disobey my master and choose to find my father's whereabouts?Since I followed my heart, but I...why...why is my heart hurting so much?

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Wen Haoran walked towards the east side with a frosty face, and stood upright beside Lian Que, looking at the execution platform. He lost his gentle and refined manner in the past, and his whole body exuded an aura that strangers should not enter.

Seeing that Mo Yunhua had stood on the execution platform, He Mingye raised his sleeve robe, and a golden rope flew out from the sleeve robe. He shouted coldly, "Execution! Lock the spirit rope!"

The two law enforcement disciples were ordered to take over the spirit lock rope, and tied Mo Yunhua firmly and pushed him to the ground. Bear the stick responsibility.

At this time, a disciple called out a black gold torture stick. As soon as the stick was revealed, everyone present gasped. The sharp hook exudes a cold breath.

When Lian Que saw the dark and sharp torture stick, he suddenly felt cold from his head to the soles of his feet.He never expected that the punishment of flogging disciples in the sect was to seal one's true energy first, and to survive the whipping of the spiritual stick only by the physical body.

"Master...Master is already internally exhausted, how can he endure these two hundred blows?" He regretted dying, only regretting why he didn't study the rules of the sect carefully, and didn't know that the punishment in the sect was so severe.

——Master, the disciple is stupid, the disciple deserves to die!If I had expected it earlier, I would have let go of my thoughts of stealing the Haotian Mirror when I was in the hall, and I would not dare to burden Master...

But what's the use of saying this?

He was tied up by the fairy rope and couldn't move, so what else could he do other than just watch from the sidelines?

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On the execution platform, the punishment had already begun. A counting disciple stood aside and read out "one" in a flat tone indifferently, and then there was a "pa", and the punishment stick made a loud noise on the body, and then saw The black gold torture stick hit Mo Yunhua's back heavily, and the people under him couldn't help but trembled slightly, their white knuckles locked firmly in the cracks in the stone of the execution platform, and swallowed a hum.

The hooks on the upper end of the torture stick smashed into Mo Yunhua's flesh, bringing out traces of flesh and blood, facing the scorching sun at noon, illuminating the bright red blood beads hanging on the hooks, dazzling.Lian Que faced the scorching sun, his eyes were hard.The swing of the stick seemed to hit the tip of his heart. His heartbeat almost stopped at the moment the stick fell, and the blood in his body condensed. Looking at Mo Yunhua's trembling body, he wished he could rush over and hug him immediately. Mo Yunhua, but he was bound tightly, and his heart was torn in severe pain.

"Two!" The flat voice lingered in the square again, and another stick, Mo Yunhua's white robe was already stained with blood, and the head of the cold stick was full of blood.

"three!"

"Four!"

"five!"

"six!"

……

"nineteen!"

"Twenty!" The counting disciples reported the number indifferently over and over again, followed by the sound of sticks falling to the ground, one cold and one hot, and the noise of a racetrack exploded beside Lian Que's ears, shaking It made his eardrums buzz.He forced his eyes to stare at Mo Yunhua, just wanting to make sure that Mo Yunhua is still... okay.

Mo Yunhua's fingers were locked in the cracks of the stones of the execution platform. Due to the excessive force, his nails were squeezed into the cracks of the stones and turned black and blue. He was aloof and refused to groan in front of everyone. with.

The numbers were still increasing, the sticks were still falling mercilessly, the voices of discussion that had been raised one after another gradually cooled down in the face of the harsh punishment of the stick, and all the onlookers looked solemn and felt sorry for each other.Wen Haoran stared blankly at the falling execution stick, his face ashen.Only Guan Pingtao stuck in the crowd with indifference and sarcasm.

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"Eighty!" After the sound of the stick, Mo Yunhua finally groaned weakly because he couldn't bear the pain. He lay on the execution platform and could not move. The blood flowed meanderingly on the quartz platform, and a few dazzling red plums bloomed.

The muffled snort was insignificant, but it was like a flat thunder that exploded beside Lian Que's ears, making him tremble. With a muffled grunt, it gushed out like a flood breaking a bank, and couldn't stop being blinded.Under the rain of tears, he could only see the shocking redness on Mo Yunhua's back in his eyes, and he could only hear the sound of swiping the stick and Mo Yunhua's painful and weak moans in his ears. , see nothing, hear nothing.

The heart - ups and downs with the swing of the torture stick, almost sinking.

Yes, at this moment, for him, it was ten thousand times more painful than lying on the execution platform. It really hurt Mo Yunhua's body and his heart.

pain!

pain!

pain! ! !

Unstoppable pain!

He couldn't make a sound, couldn't vent, so he could only clenched his palms tightly and gritted his teeth to watch. Wen Haoran's angry eyes were like two fires poured on oil, burning his skin to pieces, and the people around him were looking for him. His eyes, all of this, he had to endure, suffer, and force himself to be calm, just because... after the execution, he still had to help Mo Yunhua go back, and he still had to take care of Mo Yunhua...

Mo Yunhua was pressed on the execution platform, and he didn't have any strength left.This torture stick weighs a hundred catties, and has the power of a golden weapon. When it hits the body, it is like a red-hot iron. The hooks penetrate into the flesh, like lava rushing into the bone and blood, and the whole body is hot and painful like being burned.After many rounds, not only the physical body but also the mind will be destroyed.Mo Yunhua almost gritted his teeth until he endured it, but now, his mind was almost blurred, and the puppet-like mechanical counting sound next to his ear reached his ears like a death knell from the underworld.For the first time, he realized that there were really things in this world that he couldn't bear, and the muffled groan escaped from his mouth when he couldn't control it.

After one hundred sticks of punishment, the law enforcement disciples holding the torture sticks finished their shifts, and another disciple began to carry out the next round of punishment.

Wen Haoran couldn't bear to witness the tragic situation, so he knelt down and begged Yu Yinzi, "Master Master, my junior brother Mo Yunhua has been adhering to the Dao heart all these years and has never violated the precepts. ...Love is so intense...It's hard to restrain myself...That's why Hao Tianjing's thoughts were moved, who has no parents, who misses mother's love...It's justifiable, I beg the head master to read his filial piety...The rest One hundred rods of responsibility... let's avoid it... Junior brother has spent 30 years of real energy to activate Haotian mirror... I am already weak... How can I bear it... I hope..."

Before Wen Haoran finished speaking, He Mingye stood up and interrupted in a solemn voice, saying, "Nonsense! Is your Chisong faction so lawless? How can the Law Enforcement Hall allow people to favor one's own interests at will? I am a self-reliant sect of the Shangqing sect. Over the past years, under the cane, there has never been a matter of affection. He has made mistakes, and he is willing to be punished on behalf of his disciples. How can he say that he will be exempted? Count?! Continue!"

Wen Haoran was overwhelmed by this, and sat down on the ground in despair.He and Mo Yunhua were originally cousin relatives, and Mo Yunhua's mother was Wen Haoran's aunt. Back then, the Wen family was originally an important court official in the Northern Territory, but suffered a coup, and all families were executed. Wen Haoran was escaped by the youngest aunt in the family, and ran eastward, crossing mountains and ridges, and came to Shangqingmen. In order to avoid being chased and killed, he finally abandoned the fate of the world and entered Qingxiu.The aunt and nephew depended on each other and devoted themselves to practice. Wen Haoran regarded his aunt as a sister and a mother, and later Wen Haoran put all his love for his aunt on Mo Yunhua. Wen Haoran took care of Mo Yunhua growing up, and his affection for Mo Yunhua was unmatched by others. Now, how can he live in his heart when he sees Mo Yunhua being punished with his own eyes?

On the execution platform, another law enforcement disciple was replaced, and the second round of rod punishment began again.

Lian Que looked at Mo Yunhua's bloody back, his heart was already numb.He stared blankly at the new round of tortured disciples walking towards Mo Yunhua, his palms were clenched until blood came out.

"one!"

"two!"

"three!"

The death knell-like countdown began again. Mo Yunhua's spiritual energy was already weak, and he was caught by the spirit lock again. The torture stick was thrown down again and again, only to make him feel ups and downs, no consciousness at all, and he could not feel the existence of the body at all. Generally speaking, lying straight on the platform is like a corpse.

All the onlookers were terrified when they saw this place, as if the rabbit died and the fox was sad.Anyone who has seen the stick punishment in the Law Enforcing Hall can't help but shudder when they hear the name. If it is placed in the past and violated the commandments, the punishment will be dozens of sticks, which will surely make people unable to get out of bed for ten days and a half months, and the physical loss will be even worse. It will take a year and a half to repair.Stealing the view of Haotian is a serious crime in the sect, and one hundred sticks is already a death sentence. If ordinary people can't bear this punishment, they may die under this punishment stick.Now, Mo Yunhua has received two hundred rods, how can he bear the misery right now?During the period, some people really couldn't look directly at the cruel scene of torture, and found excuses to leave quietly.

It was already ten o'clock in the middle of the day, although the sun was scorching, Bixia Peak was bleak and windy, and it was extremely cold, without any warmth from the sun.Lian Que is like being in an ice cellar, with severe cold all over his body.The tears had dried up, but the eyes were so astringent, as if there were needles buried in the bottom of the eyes.

"78!"

"79!"

"eighty!"

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He tried his best to distinguish the counting sound, not daring to miss it, for fear that the counting disciple would report the wrong number and Mo Yunhua would suffer more.Mo Yunhua's back was already bloody and his clothes were ragged. He was waking up in severe pain, unable to be controlled by his thoughts.

The hook of the torture stick was covered with Mo Yunhua's flesh and blood. When it was swung, it was scarlet and blurred, exuding a strong bloody smell, which made people sick.

The law enforcement disciples are still meticulously carrying out the stick duty.The surrounding crowd is only half of the previous one.

After the execution of the second hundred was completed, He Mingye stood on the high platform and said coldly, "The punishment is over, remove the rope, and let's end!"

The immortal rope that Lian Que was carrying was removed, his hands and feet were numb, and his heart was pounding.After two hours, his Tiantu acupoint sealed by Mo Yunhua finally loosened. He forced his strength to break through the blockade set by Mo Yunhua, and ran towards Mo Yunhua staggering and swinging his legs.

When he came to him, tears flooded his eyes again.Everything he could see was scarlet. Mo Yunhua's fingers had been dug into the cracks of the stone for a long time, and they had long lost their original clean and slender appearance. All ten nails had fallen off, and the black-red blood had coagulated on the fingertips, like hard armor.

Lian Que squatted down slowly, and when he was about to speak out, he felt his throat was extremely dry and choked, and he couldn't even speak, so he had to carefully pick up Mo Yunhua's cold wrist, and inject the true essence of Taiyin into Mo Yunhua's wrist, Mo Yunhua After gaining a little real energy, he opened his eyes after a while, and after barely recognizing him, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Lian'er... what's wrong with your hand?"

Lian Que never thought that Mo Yunhua was still caring about himself at this time, and the thousands of grievances and regrets in his heart finally found an outlet, and he began to howl. At this moment, his voice that was overwhelmed by grief has long been unable to speak. I don't know what to say when I speak, regret and heartache are entangled together, I can't resolve it, I wish I could stab myself hard.

The crowd watching from the side were all hurt by the scene and avoided it one after another.

Mo Yunhua struggled to get up, but his whole body seemed to be sawed off, and he was not controlled by his thoughts at all. He moved his fingers and touched Lian Que lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Lian'er...help me go back as a teacher..."

Lian Que wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and was about to move when Wen Haoran rushed over with red eyes, dragged Lian Que aside, and slowly helped Mo Yunhua up by his shoulders.

"Senior brother... Lian'er will just send me back...you don't have to bother..." After finishing speaking, Mo Yunhua leaned on Lian Que's shoulder with his strength.

Lian Que was heartbroken, turned away from Wen Haoran, moved his throat vigorously, and said, "Master, let's go home..."

"Um……"

The author has something to say: Although I wrote a difficult chapter, I still want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas