Marry Long Aotian

By the time Yan Lingyun stopped, everyone couldn't even get up, they looked like they were in a daze, and their blood and spirit had been knocked out by seven or eight points.

This is the power of the soul whip. Although it is only a magic weapon of the mysterious rank, when it hits the soul, the pain far exceeds the punishment of the body.

Yan Lingyun was furious. He was dealing with chores, but suddenly a manager came to report that more than a dozen disciples hadn't returned to the boat, and someone saw them enter the "Chunfeng Building".

He has a lot of things to deal with every day, so he is used to memorizing the maps of all the places he passes by before setting off. Naturally, he had heard of "Chunfeng Tower" and other well-known restaurants in Tianyi City.

On the surface it is a restaurant business, but inside it is very dirty.

What is the difference between coming here to have fun as a monk and being a dandy in the world?

Yan Lingyun has been a big brother since he was a child, and many of his disciples were taught by him when they were young, so they not only respect him, but also fear him.

No one in the private room dared to speak out, watching Yan Lingyun walk up to Lu Shuo.

Lu Shuo took out a magic weapon to resist before, so he looked much better than the others, but he inevitably received a few whips on his body, and he was a little embarrassed.

Lu Shuo still smiled leisurely, but his eyes were full of coldness: "Yan Lingyun, today's business is not over."

Yan Lingyun held the sword on his back, and remained indifferent: "Lu Shuo, I have reported to the elders about your raising the stove. In addition to instigating fellow disciples and breaking the commandment of obscenity, the crime will be increased. Can you accept it?"

Lu Shuo laughed loudly: "So what if I did it, what can you do to me?"

But as soon as the words fell, Yan Lingyun captured him. Lu Shuo was not reconciled. The two of them passed dozens of moves in an instant, and the coercion of the same Huayuan period exploded. the gap between people.

Too bad.

Lu Shuo's expression was gloomy, and he finally lost his temper, but Yan Lingyun's expression remained unchanged, he didn't even draw his sword, and only turned the scabbard for half a circle, then hit the weak point of Lu Shuo's odd acupoint with the tip of the sheath, knocked Lu Shuo to the ground, and spat out A mouthful of blood.

Naturally, this was not Lu Shuo's full strength. He hadn't used the magic formula yet, but Yan Lingyun would not let him have the opportunity to use the magic formula, which would only increase the entanglement.

With a flick of the young man's fingers, the Immortal Binding Cable came out from the storage ring and bound Lu Shuo tightly.

Then Yan Lingyun used the gag technique again, sealing Lu Shuo's mouth.Lu Shuo's face suddenly became terrified, and he struggled hard, but his spiritual power was blocked, and finally he fell to the ground and was held down by several people.

"Take him back," Yan Lingyun said calmly, "Fifty lashes."

"Yes, big brother!" Several law enforcement disciples from the Discipline Hall responded, escorted Lu Shuo and left.Others cleaned up the mess and tied the other disciples back.

Only then did Yan Lingyun look away, and saw Mo Yang who was still in place.

Mo Yang was still holding the pipa, he didn't recover.

Yan Lingyun walked up to him, looked at the boy's clothes, and frowned slightly.After a while, he said: "You return to the spirit boat late, and you will receive a whip when you go back."

However, as if he had just realized it, Mo Yang involuntarily plucked the strings with his fingers.

A deep pipa sound made Yan Lingyun pause.

Then he saw Mo Yang's eyes move away for a moment, but soon he raised his eyes to stare at him again, as if nothing had happened, his eyes were like two pools of water, reflecting a clear person.

Yan Lingyun didn't like the smell of makeup, but at this moment, she suddenly smelled a burst of fragrance, as if she had touched some kind of soft flesh.Mo Yang stared straight at him, his chest rose and fell with his breathing, his plump legs were pressed against the ground, so white and greasy as if someone had held him in his palm and rubbed them into such a color.

Lips are also rosy and slightly sweaty.

Then she nodded obediently at him and threw away the pipa.

Mo Yang changed back to his original handyman uniform, which was much more comfortable.

Just now he thought he would be beaten too, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel any pain.

Yan Lingyun is obviously not Tang San's classic character design, but a real gentleman.

Although he would be beaten after returning home, Mo Yang was convinced in his heart.If he hadn't been greedy today; or if he had been more careful and hadn't sat next to Chunfeng Tower, such a thing would not have happened.

Moreover, Lu Shuo was also beaten, and when Mo Yang thought of this, he felt very happy.

After returning to the ship, he went to get a whip. The disciples of the Discipline Hall saw that he was being persecuted, so they didn't use the soul whip, but just whipped it with an ordinary whip.

Even so, Mo Yang's face was pale by this blow, a hideous wound was added to his already thin back, and the burning pain rolled over his whole body, he couldn't help crying.

This was a physiological reaction, and Mo Yang couldn't control it, but quickly took it back.

When he was going down the steps, he couldn't stand still, and a kind disciple next to him stretched out his hand to help him.

"Thank you." Mo Yang whispered.

The disciple was expressionless and just shook his head.

Such a weak monk, he thought to himself, didn't even get enough energy to enter his body.

Mo Yang only needed to receive a whip, and it was over soon, and there were more than a dozen people waiting in line to be beaten. In order to make them remember, Yan Lingyun splashed water on them to wake them up, and let them continue to be punished.

He himself was watching from above, with a cold expression on his face.

Mo Yang wandered back, feeling pain in his back, and the execution room was on the second floor. It took him a long time to walk down half of the long steps.

Just when he was dazed before his eyes, a white-clothed disciple chased him up and supported Mo Yang.

"Eldest brother ordered me to take you back," said the disciple, "By the way, you are not allowed to leave the spirit boat tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, but you don't have to go up to serve, just stay in the room to recuperate."

Supported by him, Mo Yang nodded half-consciously, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

After he was sent back, the disciple ordered other people in the Kuizi shop to give Mo Cai medicine, and then he left in a hurry.

After applying the medicine, the wound on the back felt much more comfortable.Without the interference of pain, Mo Yang lay on the pillow, finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep completely.

……

In the early hours of the morning, Yan Lingyun also finished dealing with everything and returned to the room, feeling a little tired.

There were still two hours before dawn, and instead of meditating, he planned to take a light sleep for a while to refresh himself.

For monks below Yuanying, it is beneficial to practice to keep an hour of sleep every day to restore the soul.

Yan Lingyun kept this habit.

At first, he slept soundly.

But suddenly, he frowned slightly, not knowing what he dreamed of.

Gradually, the young man's body tensed up, like a young and vigorous lion, suddenly being touched by something extremely soft, his full and powerful muscles tightened, and hot sweat evaporated.

His hand holding the sword was also tightly bound to something, but it didn't look like he was holding a sword, there was both hesitation and nervousness in his hand.

Just when the air in the room was completely plunged into an indescribable atmosphere, Yan Lingyun suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.But in the next second, his face became very embarrassed.

He can clearly perceive the changes in his body.

He is hard.

……

Before the melodious voice in the dream faded away, Yan Lingyun gritted his teeth and thumped the table hard.