Caning, Q&A, original form.

Three days later, Yan Jinhua's day of judgment arrived.

When he was pushed up, Yan Jinhua made a show of being out of breath and fell to his knees, then "barely" managed to support himself, raised his head, looked fearlessly at the superior Chiyunzi, and said in a hoarse voice: "Disciple Yan Jinhua, greetings to Master. "

But just a few days, surrounded by a huge crowd of water dogs, from Duan Shujue into him.

Wen Yujing was still recovering from his wounds, so Duan Shujue came to hear the trial on his behalf.

Yan Jinhua is calm on the surface, but his heart is boiling.

His encounters in the past few days have truly illustrated what it means to turn a jeep into a motorcycle, and a motorcycle into a flying pigeon in a fight.

It's not a good feeling when you think you've got your opponent by the throat and you're ready for a KO, and then they pull out a gun and boom, you're gone.

But Yan Jinhua doesn't think he's going to be dogged so easily.

During the days of suffering on the bright moon building, he had already composed a complete draft.

So Wen Yujing brought the head of a demon cultivator, is that proof?

I have never colluded with those demonic Taoist positive, even the letter exchanges are not, based solely on the red tongue, Wen Yujing can be punished for the crime of who?

Besides, he is not here today, I'm afraid that Red Cloud Zi doesn't intend to take his words completely at face value.

Thinking about this, Yan Jinhua gained some confidence, and made a complete aggrieved face, but in his heart, he couldn't help complaining a lot:

It's about time for this damn system to come back, isn't it?

I'm unlucky, I've got a high roller in this game, I'll admit it, okay?

Anyway, he hadn't gotten anything out of it and was tired of playing with it, so it was always okay for this system to pick itself up and go to the next world, right?

Yan Jinhua thought for a while, only to realize that the red cloud son just told him to kneel in public, since the public trial bell chime sounded, has not said a word.

He stole a few glances at Red Cloud Zi, and found that there was nothing joyful or angry on his face, only staring quietly at himself, feeling even more puzzled and a little panicked.

Yan Jinhua intuited that there was something wrong with the public trial that he had imagined.

Time passed by, and when a hot sweat dripped down Yan Jinhua's forehead, Red Cloud Zi finally spoke.

He said, "Yan Jinhua."

With a jolt of energy, Yan Jinhua immediately summoned up twelve points of energy and reviewed the ventriloquist's draft in his head again at a rapid pace, "Yes, Master."

Chiyunzi asked, "I wonder how many years have passed since you entered the mountain?"

Yan Jinhua respectfully crouched on the ground, his eyes darting and sweating, wondering, "What's the deal with this melodramatic opening line? Nostalgia for the past? A love affair?

After some deliberation, he chose to hit the snake and earnestly said, "Yes, disciple has been in the mountain for many years, suffered the favor of the master, mindful of the five, and will never ......"

Akiyunzi lowered his eyes and stared at the back of the lower one's neck where sweat was hidden, "I'm asking you a question."

Yan Jinhua's full of praise piled up in his throat, "...... ah?"

Chiyunzi said, "Let me ask you, from the time you joined the mountain to the present day, how many years have passed by full reckoning?"

Yan Jinhua instantly creeped out, his hot sweat turned into cold sweat, drops fell on the stone floor in front of him, and soon converged into a small pool.

Experimenting with Yan Jinhua does not require much effort at all.

Yan Jinhua himself is a living person, with his own origin, his own story, which is clearly registered on the ultimatum, in black and white, and cannot be defended.

But how can you spend ink and detail the life of a supporting character within a supporting character in Sailor Moon?

Chi Yun Zi is not slow, three or four questions asked down, Yan Jinhua original carefully drafted all null and void, sweating like a waterfall, the original shape.

He neither remembered the specific time he entered the mountain, nor could he say the names of the several friends who entered the mountain with him, and even stammered when asked about his parents' names.

Yan Jinhua also knew that things were going to be bad, and after failing to answer two or three questions, he was too busy explaining that he had been upstairs in the bright moon for a long time, and that no one had spoken to him, and that his mind was dull, so he asked the Master to understand.

It's just that this patch is a disgrace.

Chi Yun Zi already had doubts in his heart, and now Yan Jinhua has revealed his flaws, how could he allow him to work in his beloved disciple's body, so he was so angry that he immediately used the art of attracting souls, and a talisman was raised over, right on Yan Jinhua's forehead.

Taoism and systematic input of command data are similar, so in a short while, Yan Jinhua's spirit soul was caught out of the real Yan Jinhua's body like a baby chicken.

The real Yan Jinhua let out a whimper and fainted, and was immediately held by Su Yun and taken back to his room to rest.

After a brief moment of confusion, the disciples present collectively clamored.

Brother Feast has been taken over?

When did things start?

And in the midst of all the chaos, Lou Ying's voice sounded in Chi Xiaochi's head, "Your idea really worked."

Earlier, he himself escaped from the system, disrupting Yan Jinhua's plan and using his bureau to turn the tables on him, picking up the fact that he had colluded with the demonic cultivator to the open, one sentence true, one sentence false, successfully disrupting the situation and rescuing Chi Xiaochi from the bureau.

This method is effective, but the hard part is how to wrap it up.

After all, they had no real evidence of Yan Jinhua's fellowship with demonic cultivators.

Once Chi Xiaochi's trick of pulling out the firewood from the bottom of the cauldron is used, it does not matter whether Yan Jinhua's bad debt of colluding with outsiders is settled or not, it does not matter at all.

By exposing the incident in public, Yan Jinhua's own reputation was cleared and preserved.

In less than a day, all the disciples of the whole mountain would know that their Senior Feast Brother was the most innocent person in the whole incident.

Chi Xiaochi did not respond, but instead raised his eyebrows slightly, a little dejected.

He thought Lou Ying couldn't see.

But Lou Ying, who is recuperating from his injuries in Hui Shou Peak, has taken in his childish expression, and wants to laugh a little and hug him.

The superior Chiyunzi took that one talisman into his hands and immediately sensed something odd.

The one who took over the body is a mortal spirit?

Now, Red Cloud Zi was a bit uncertain.

If this person is a demon cultivator with bad intentions, he will be directly put into the furnace and burned in a fire.

But at this time in the charm in the struggle of the person without spiritual power, although I do not know how to take over his disciple's body, but indeed an ordinary person is right, it is very likely to be what went wrong, accidentally into the body.

The wisp of a lonely soul in a hurry, and there is no magic power to protect the body, but also by the pain of the spell burning body, within the left and right, top jump screaming, see and then let it go on, he will be burned alive in which the red cloud can not be, had to quickly folded a paper man, a breath of blowing to send the soul of its on, barely save Yan Jinhua a small life.

Yan Jinhua was beaten back in public, and as soon as he was relieved, he rolled all over the ground, barely extinguishing the fire on his body.

His hair was all burnt, a small portion of his otherwise handsome face was ruined, and he was in a sorry state without an inch of clothing.

Some disciples hurriedly threw their outer robes over to cover his body so as not to scare the female disciples present.

After he caught his breath, Red Cloud Zi slapped the case and said angrily, "How did you take my disciple's body, tell me one by one!"

Yan Jinhua knew that he was finished and could not explain himself, so he had to fight with his last ounce of strength and rolled and crawled towards the crowd in an attempt to earn a chance of survival.

Red cloud son infuriated, not only is the heartache of innocent being possessed, almost ruined the reputation of the disciple, but also annoyed that this person dared to take the name of the disciple, disturbing the peak rules, and nearly caused the disaster of sibling rivalry, but also do not care about what the appearance of the temperament, kicked over the table, angrily, ''This person to take down! Beat a hundred sticks, and then escorted to the bright moon building! I'll see how long he's going to keep his mouth shut!"

The hundred sticks were a solid beating.

His body was paper, and each club landed on his soul body, not much worse than the pain of breaking bones outright.

Yan Jinhua was immobilized, crouching on the ground, wailing and unable to move, but could only move his body like a fish in a row in an attempt to avoid the sticks, but there was no way to avoid them.

Gradually a large patch of blood bled from his hindquarters, which were covered by his outer robe.

He was punished last time, and Yan Jinhua cultivated body blocking, offsetting a lot of pain, his original body is a drink of tap water are going to have a stomach upset ordinary people, where to eat this kind of pain, pain howling, killing pigs like shouting I know wrong don't hit, live and die a few times, and so on a hundred stick to finish, he has been out of breath no air, crouching on the ground dying.

Chi Xiaochi moved at this point.

He walked towards Red Cloud Zi and whispered a few words in his ear.

Disgust and hesitation coexisted on the face of Chiyunzi, and after pondering for a while, he finally waved his hand once and let him go.

Duan Shujue took out an elixir from the pouch on his waist, stepped down the steps, marched to him, crouched down on one knee, pinched his mouth, and forced him to open his mouth.

After an elixir was fed to him, Yan Jinhua's breathing smoothed out again, and the numbness of the pain gradually became clearer.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak, and his ears buzzed as if a cannonball had exploded in his earhole.

Duan Shujue stroked his shoulder, his tone as gentle and accommodating as ever, "Elder brother, as the days go by, be good to yourself."

It was the Madonna tone that Yan Jinhua once hated the most, but he savored a bit of the chilling flavor from it.

Yan Jinhua took a breath that almost didn't come out, "You ......"

Venus splashed before his eyes, almost covering his vision.

Yan Jinhua thought of many things at once.

When he captured the Sword in the Stone, Duan Shujue went all the way to the end almost by luck.

He worshipped a good master who loved and protected him in every way.

In Shi Yushan, he let go of Nei Dan, a good mountain ghost, and had to make friends with someone else, and he actually got away with it.

Why should he be able to get away with it? Why can't I?

The chance that he had gone through so much trouble to take, why should he take it lying down?

Is all of this because he's the main character?

...... just because he's the main character!

Yan Jinhua suddenly felt a surge of remorse and clawed his fingers into the cracks of the floor, feeling a deep sense of remorse.

What the hell was he thinking?

For this kind of person, he should just cling to his thighs!

He grabbed a straw to save his life in the middle of extreme pain, and refused to let it go, reaching out to tug on his sleeve: ''Shu Jie, Shu Jie, save me. It was me who saved you in the first place, it was me who adopted you for so many years, you can't leave me alone! You can't!"

Yan Jinhua bites down on every word "I", fearing that Duan Shujue won't be able to hear him.

Aren't you a man who pays for favors? Aren't you a gentleman like a jade?

Then you must save me!

You can't just leave your savior alone, can you?

Duan Shujue braced his haphazardly paddling arms and whispered soothingly, "I know. I know it all."

Yan Jinhua's mouth dripped with blood, revealing a fluke of a smile.

However, in the next second, Duan Shujue said, "Elder brother remembers the good things he did to me so clearly, then the revenge for killing my parents, does elder brother still remember? And how do you plan to repay?"

Yan Jinhua's heart suddenly clenched, and he immediately tried to disengage himself from Duan Shujue's jurisdiction, looking away, his face full of panic: "I didn't, I didn't do it!"

It wasn't his fault in the first place.

Even without his intervention, Duan Shujue's parents would have died.

But he couldn't even say such ridiculous words of defense.

Chi Xiaochi quietly squatted in front of him, looking at him in a sorry state, gently smiled and did not get angry.

His right hand is padded on his knee.

If Duan Shujue wanted to, he could easily slit his throat and obliterate him with just a sword finger.

But Duan Shujue doesn't seem to have any intention of doing anything about it.

Chi Xiaochi then felt something in his heart and stood up: "Because of the kindness of the past years, I did not kill you right away, but I was already taking into account my feelings. In the future, I hope that your life will be smooth and safe, and that you will never, never meet Duan again."

Having said that, Chi Xiaochi turned around while asking in his mind, "Are you sure you won't kill him yourself?"

"Ten years of kindness is not something that can be done in public." Duan Shujue wrote on the inside of his robe sleeve, "A single stroke of the sword was also a way to cut off his roots and end his suffering. Now, I only wish him to stay in this world forever and live a long life."

Chi Xiaochi smiled.

Over the past year, Duan Shujue has grown rapidly.

Perhaps, within five years of accompanying Ye Jiming in his training, Duan Shujue had lost his youthfulness.

He can be polite, he can be respectful, disciplined and cultivated, but he knows exactly how to use his abilities, and who is worthy of his heart and strength.

Holding a sword in his right hand, he strokes the sutra with his left hand. The heart of compassion and the thunderous means, both of which have made Duan Shujue what he is today.

Public trial dispersed, Chi Xiaochi with Duan Shujue returned to the summit of the back of the head.

When he returned, Ye Jiming, a snake, was confronting Wen Yujing, a milk cat, on his bed.

Ye Jiming was afraid of attracting attention and didn't dare to use the viper's original appearance, so he transformed into a small snake, hissing and spitting out red letters, shaking his head from left to right and trying to intimidate the white fluffy kitten in front of him.

The kitten at first just accompanied him in circles, absently tilting his head to look at him, clearly far more interested in his soft paw pads than in Ye Jiming.

Ye Jiming became proud of himself, and with a fierce probe, he stretched his neck out in front of the white cat's eyes: "Sizzle--"

Wen Yujing raised his paw in a swift motion and stomped Ye Jiming's head under his paw.

Ye Jiming : "......"

Annoyed by the stomp, he quickly broke free and opened his mouth to bite through.

Wen Yujing slaps its face to the side.

Before Ye Jiming could go crazy, a hand reached out and cupped his cheek.

Smelling a familiar odor and unable to keep his mouth shut, Ye Jiming's tail grumbled and coiled up along his wrist, wrapping around several times before his anger subsided.

He struggled, "Let go of me! This king will swallow it alive!"

Duan Shujue didn't say anything, only took the knuckle of his right middle finger and gently rubbed it against his jaw.

Ye Jiming felt quite comfortable, the fire is not so big, follow the direction of his fingers stroking one by one lifting the neck, the heart is quite indignant thought, this fish pulls the wrong way, really hateful, sooner or later one day will have to be stewed and eaten.

Wen Yujing meowed and crouched at Chi Xiaochi's hand.

Chi Xiaochi looks down at him.

For his part, he disguises himself as a hand-warmer, cradling his wrist and tilting his head to look at Chi Xiaochi, and after a long, earnest look, Fang Cai bends his eyes and breaks into a grin.

Chi Xiaochi ："...... "Single for a long time, look at a cat all eyebrows.

He let go of Ye Jiming, whose head was full of fish stew, and held up the little pompom, plucking away the fine, soft, pure-white fluff, which was still speckled with scars.

Chi Xiaochi took the ointment and gently rubbed it on.

The ointment was a bit cold, and his upper body was probably in pain, but the cat in his arms was very good, not moving a bit, not biting, not scratching, not pampering, obediently lying on his palm, letting him apply it, and only at the end of the application of the medicine, gently touching the tip of his tail finger with his mouth, like an inadvertent kiss.

Chi Xiaochi asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Ouch." Lou Ying's somewhat gentle and somewhat helpless voice rang in his head. "Take a mouthful of candy and slow down a bit."

Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything, changed out of his coat and lay down with his cat in his arms, ready for his lunch break.

Since he was trying to hide it, Lou Ying pretended not to hear his drumming heartbeat and snuggled under the covers against his shoulder, motionless as if asleep.

However, Chi Xiaochi's shoulders are stiff.

Since their identities were revealed, Chi Xiaochi has not asked Lou Ying any more questions, such as when and how Lou Ying knew she was Lou Ying, and why she denied it before.

Chi Xiaochi guesses a few answers without asking.

He figured it would have something to do with the main god, and maybe a couple of Lou Ying's friends in the system.

To ask more questions is to cause more trouble.

Chi Xiaochi's brain is quite capable of dealing with other people's problems, but he has not yet figured out how to deal with his own.

He wondered why Lou was always so nice to him. So good that he couldn't help but want more, to dream.

Chi Xiaochi turned her back, not moving to avoid the warm kitty balls, and shushed a small hot breath.

It's better to practice with a sword and think blindly barren than to practice with a sword.

He was about to get up when an arm looped behind him without warning and gently gripped his arm.

"Don't move." Lou Ying's voice came from right behind her, "I have some questions for you."

...... When was he incarnated as a man?

Chi Xiaochi rolled her knots twice and let out a short airy, "Uh-huh."

Lou Ying himself is not too aggressive, his voice is gentle and comforting, like warm water slowly poured over the heart, but always capturing Chi Xiaochi's heart easily, like grabbing a rabbit by the ears.

Chi Xiaochi turned his back to Lou Ying, who slept under the same covers as him, and in the intervals between pauses in his speech rambled on about how he must not be wearing any clothes right now.

Lou Ying asks, "Do you want to go back to the old world now?"

Lou Ying has thought long and hard about this issue.

He's a little distressed by Chi Xiaochi.

He knows what becomes of a person who spends years in bed, and it may take longer than lying down to learn to walk again.

Lou Ying was afraid that a grown man would have to hobble around like a baby on legs that had lost all muscle mass.

Lou Ying felt that a person like Chi Xiaochi could have a good life in any world.

He's perfectly capable of going to Ji Zuoshan's world, and Ji Zuoshan will remember him, and will take care of him, and will make him well.

And one only needs to take one more host to get to him.

Less than a year, more than two years.

The world Chi Xiaochi is in is the world he's going to.

Chi Xiaochi's answer was, "Why not?"

Well, he's still going back.

Lou Ying approves of all his decisions and is just heartbroken for him, "It's hard to learn to walk."

Chi Xiaochi gave a smile, "I can learn anything."

Lou Ying asks, "When the time comes, will you wait for me?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "No wait."

Lou Ying was slightly surprised by this answer, and he gave a low "huh?" He gave a low "huh?", but did not wait for Chi Xiaochi's reply.

He could tell that Chi Xiaochi's answer was less of a gambit and more of a statement.

Before he could think about it, Chi Xiaochi opened his mouth again, "Master, I have a question too."

Lou Ying: "You said."

Chi Xiaochi didn't turn around, "Master, are you dressed?"

...... To be honest, he really cares quite a lot.

Lou Ying was stunned, then laughed softly and tightened his arms, wrapping Chi Xiaochi in his arms.

He was quite fully clothed, and his two garments rubbed together, creating some static electricity.

He didn't go all cat, however, and the tip of his fluffy tail gently tickled Chi Xiaochi's waist under the covers.

Luckily Lou Ying didn't make any further moves and quickly let go, "Relieved?"

Chi Xiaochi's face didn't look like it was fluctuating much, but her face was already slightly red.

He gathered his lapels and stood up, saying, "It was okay."

"Go out and practice your sword." Lou Ying lay on his side on the couch, lifting his gray-blue eyes to look at him, the clothes on his chest were messed up a bit by Chi Xiaochi due to Fang Cai's movements, "Our mission, it should be wrapping up soon as well."