nycdaug Chapter 165 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (32)
Chapter 165 Master Bai Yueguang, You Smell So Good (32)
No matter what, Hua Jingmian's day of kneeling as punishment passed without any major incident.
All that was left was a day of flogging.
Thirty blows.
Get through this day and it will be over.
A few days ago, Chang She secretly made some arrangements to protect Hua Jingmian.
On this last day, Hua Jingmian ordered Chang She not to bother with him.
Although he was puzzled, Chang She had no choice but to do it.
Just in case, she transformed into her original form and hid in the bushes outside the cave.
It was morning, the sun was warm and the sky was cloudless.
The surroundings were very quiet, without even the wind.
Outside the closed mountain gate, Hua Jingmian knelt on the ground and could not get up.
"Snapped!"
"Clap!"
"Clap clap clap!"
The shudder-inducing sound of whip cracks rang out one after another.
A muffled groan escaped from Hua Jingmian's mouth.
He bit his lower lip tightly, seeming to be full of contempt.
If you use too much force, your lips may be broken without you noticing.
Every time he was whipped, his body would inevitably tremble violently no matter how hard he tried to control it.
The pain tore through the flesh!
The muscles all over the body are tense, like a bow stretched to its limit, ready to collapse at any moment.
Wherever the whip touched, it was like a blazing fire.
The burning and fierce stinging pain was as sharp as thousands of poisonous scorpions, biting every nerve of his.
Hua Jingmian's face was covered in sweat, which slid down his sharp jawline to his neck.
Finally, it sank into the tattered and bloody clothes.
He clutched the sides of his clothes tightly with both hands, and the pain in his back almost made him lose his mind.
His body spasmed involuntarily, and every breath was like a sharp steel needle piercing back and forth in his chest.
The blood from his lips rolled to the ground. His eyes were tightly closed, and his brows showed no sign of wavering, but rather unwavering determination...
The wounds that had not yet healed, coupled with the old injuries he suffered today, still made him feel exhausted.
By the time he had received the thirty lashes of the day, he had already lost consciousness...
The people in the Law Enforcement Hall remembered their promise to Immortal Venerable Mingxi. After the punishment, they checked Hua Jingmian's breath and made sure he was alive before quickly carrying him to Dongxue Peak on a stretcher.
The room where Hua Jingmian lives.
As soon as the person was placed on the bed, a strong smell of blood filled the entire room.
Hua Jingmian closed his eyes tightly and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.
His face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood.
His chest rose and fell weakly, and he was already dying.
After seeing the guests off, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall felt a little disappointed that they did not see the Immortal Master Mingxi, but they said goodbye as they had other things to do.
Aqi didn't want to care about Hua Jingmian, but when he thought of the Immortal's order, he didn't dare to disobey.
Send someone to find a doctor to treat him.
Also ask someone to boil some hot water.
After making the arrangements, he went to Qiongfang Palace to report to Ye Zhao.
Ye Zhao put down the white chess piece in his hand and asked, "How is his injury?"
"It looks very serious. His back is almost torn apart. I checked his nose and found that he was breathing more in than out..."
"I gonna go see."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zhao interrupted the rest of his words and quickened his pace to rush over there.
As I stepped into the room, a strong smell of blood and bitter medicine rushed into my nose.
Since Hua Jingmian's injury was on his back, they turned him over with his back facing up and changed him into clean clothes.
The back was a bloody mess, a horrible sight.
The two fairy children soaked a clean handkerchief in hot water, wrung it out, and wiped the blood off his back.
The blood dyed several basins of water red.
After wiping his back clean, there was no trace of blood in the basin. The fairy children applied the best medicine to him as the fairy doctor had instructed.
In order not to disturb them from rescuing people, Ye Zhao watched from the side without making a sound.
It was only when the immortal master saw that the matter was almost settled that he noticed him.
"Immortal Master." The Immortal Master bowed.
Ye Zhao bowed in return, his brows furrowed, "Master, how is he?"
"The injury is quite serious, I'm afraid..."
The immortal master paused with some hesitation.
Ye Zhao dismissed everyone present.
"You said."
Sighing, the Immortal Master stroked his gray beard solemnly, "My bones and muscles are injured, my body is hot, and I'm in imminent danger. This..."
You know, the Nine Section Whip of the Nine Palace Sect uses spiritual power. One lash will scrape the skin, two lashes will remove the flesh, three lashes will pull out the tendons, and four lashes will reach the bones...
Considering that he was a mortal, even if the Law Enforcement Hall held back, those fifteen blows to a mortal were equivalent to being hit with fifty sticks, even for seven consecutive days.
This can cost lives.
It is a mystery why Hua Jingmian did not die immediately and could survive until the seventh day.
He really couldn't save him in his current state.
Ye Zhao was stunned.
The original male protagonist knew how to weigh the pros and cons, so how could he have been injured so badly?
With Chang She's help, it was effortless for him to get away with it.
Oh, never mind, saving people first is the most important thing.
"Master, do you have any way to save him?" Ye Zhao asked.
The Immortal Master pondered for a moment, "Immortal Master, if we really want to save him, I'm afraid we'll need a magical medicine that can heal the nine-section whip wound."
The elixir is called Jiuhuandan.
It can heal any wound caused by punishment, but this elixir is difficult to refine and not easy to obtain.
In addition, in order to make the students who made mistakes remember and not make the same mistake again, almost no research was done on it.
Even if there is one, giving it to a punished disciple would be criticized.
Ye Zhao was rarely silent.
"Immortal Venerable, I think I should go back and think of other ways."
Seeing the dimness in his eyes, the immortal master quickly swallowed back what he wanted to say: "You'd better prepare for your funeral as soon as possible."
He changed it to delaying time, unable to bear to make Ye Zhao sad.
After all, he was his only disciple. Wouldn't he be miserable for the rest of his life if he died like this?
Hearing this, Ye Zhao knew that he was just comforting himself and there was actually nothing he could do.
There was no point in him trying to embarrass others, so he could only nod.
After the immortal doctor left, Ye Zhao came to Hua Jingmian's side.
He was barely breathing, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and he was mumbling something.
Ye Zhao bent down and lowered his head to listen closely——
"Dad, Mom, don't leave me..."
"Mom and Dad, please don't divorce me, don't abandon me..."
"I……"
"I'm in so much pain..."
In a daze, Hua Jingmian's tears surged like a tide, and a huge haze enveloped his heart.
It was as if he was in darkness, and his loved ones left him one by one.
No matter how much I cried, begged, or chased, I could not catch up. Instead, I was left behind by them like garbage even faster.
Hua Jingmian was filled with grief, anger and despair, and suddenly became violent.
He grabbed a passerby tightly with an unknown strength, breathing disorderedly, and asked madly and twistedly, "Why! Why!"
His shout almost damaged Ye Zhao's ears as he was standing nearby.
When he covered his buzzing ears and tried to retreat, a slender and resilient hand burst out with tremendous strength and grabbed him tightly.
Ye Zhao subconsciously stepped back and successfully avoided it, but the jade pendant around his waist that concealed his breath fell into Hua Jingmian's hands.
At that moment, his heart was hanging in the air.
This, this, this!
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward and tried to take the jade pendant out of his hand, but failed.
Hua Jingmian's eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and she couldn't open them no matter what she did. Her mind was in a mess, as if she was in a thick fog.
A slightly bitter and light scent of bitter orange wafted over. Someone was fighting with him for something, but he held on tighter, refusing to let go. Instead, he inexplicably held those hands together in his palms.
"Don't, don't go, please, I... I'm so scared... I don't want to die..."
Ye Zhao's whole body froze, his blood flowed backward, and a memory hit his brain.
Hey hey hey hey? !