By the time Yan Lingyun stopped, everyone could no longer get up. They looked like idiots, and their blood and spirit had been knocked out by seven to 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 steward came to report that more than a dozen disciples had not returned to the ship, and someone saw them entering the "Chunfeng Tower" with their own eyes.
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 say anything, 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 carried the sword on his back and remained indifferent: "Lu Shuo, I have reported to the elders the matter of raising the furnace cauldron. In addition, for instigating a fellow disciple and violating the precepts of obscenity, the crime will be increased by one level. Can you accept it?"
Lu Shuo laughed loudly: "So what if I did it? What can you do to me?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Lingyun came towards him. Lu Shuo was not willing to give in. The two of them exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, and the pressure from both Huayuan Stage burst out. But as soon as they met, others could feel the difference between the two. the gap between people.
Too bad.
Lu Shuo's face was gloomy, and he finally lost his composure, but Yan Lingyun's expression did not change, and he did not even draw the sword. He only turned the scabbard for half a turn, then hit Lu Shuo's weak point with the tip of the sheath, knocking Lu Shuo to the ground and spitting out A mouthful of blood.
This is naturally not Lu Shuo's full strength. He has not used the magic formula yet, but Yan Lingyun will not let him have the opportunity to use the magic formula, which will only increase the entanglement.
With a flick of the young man's fingers, the immortal rope came out from the storage ring and tied Lu Shuo firmly.
Then Yan Lingyun cast another gag spell and sealed Lu Shuo's mouth. Lu Shuo's face suddenly became very scary. He struggled hard, but his spiritual power was blocked, and he finally fell to the ground and was held down by several people.
"Take him back," Yan Lingyun said quietly, "give him fifty lashes."
"Yes, Senior Brother!" Several law enforcement disciples from the Discipline Hall responded and escorted Lu Shuo away. Others cleaned up the mess and tied up 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."
Mo Chao seemed to have just reacted, and his fingers involuntarily plucked the strings.
A deep pipa sound made Yan Lingyun pause.
Then he saw Mo Chao's eyes move away for a moment, but then he quickly 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.
The lips are also red and slightly sweaty.
Then he nodded to him obediently and threw the lute away.
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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, there was no 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 Chao's face turned pale from the blow, and a hideous wound appeared on his already thin back. Burning pain swept through his body, and 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 Chao whispered.
The disciple had no expression on his face and just shook his head.
Such a weak monk, he thought to himself, didn't even get enough energy to enter his body.
Mo Chao only needed one whip and it was over quickly, but there were more than a dozen people waiting in line behind him 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.
"Elder brother ordered me to take you back," the disciple said. "By the way, I want to tell you that you are not allowed to leave the spirit boat tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but you don't need to go up to serve. You can 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 Kui room to apply medicine to Mo Chao, and then left.
After applying the medicine, the wound on the back felt much more comfortable. Without the interference of pain, Mo Chao lay on the pillow. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep completely.
...
In the early morning, Yan Lingyun also finished handling everything and returned to the room, feeling a little tired.
There were still two hours before dawn, so he did not meditate anymore, but planned to take a light sleep for a while to regain his energy.
Monks below Nascent Soul should sleep for an hour every day to restore their soul, which is beneficial to their cultivation.
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 filled with an indescribable atmosphere, Yan Lingyun suddenly opened her eyes and woke up. But the next second, his expression became very embarrassed.
He can clearly perceive the changes in his body.
He was hard.
...
Before the melancholy sound in the dream faded away, Yan Lingyun gritted his teeth and punched the table hard.