Chapter 702: The rod is responsible for eight hundred, wait for me to return
"you!!!"
Hearing Ding Lanjun's words, Taoist Sister Donghai was so angry that she trembled all over and almost vomited blood!
"Jun Ding Lan, Lord Ding Lan, I took you to Donghai Academy when you were a child and taught you literature and martial arts. But now, I have taught you such a scum! What crime do you deserve for killing your fellow disciples and disobeying the sect's teachings!?"
"Master, this disciple is wronged!"
Ding Lanjun also took the risk and started messing around.
"I saw Junior Sister Ziqing's letter from the Flying Eagle. The letter said that she needed an ancient scroll from the East China Sea to determine the location of the God of War's weapon! As a fellow disciple, even if I have selfish motives, what I sent her was exactly what she wanted.
Isn’t that what you want?”
"Furthermore, I didn't hide the storm at sea and the sand table simulation from her. She knew that there would be strong winds and waves on the sea in the next few hours, but she refused to listen and insisted on going into the sea. Who could stop her?
To live with her? Could it be said that because I just witnessed this incident, I am guilty of a felony?"
"Humph, what a load of nonsense! What a load of nonsense!"
Taoist Sister Donghai waved her hand to interrupt her: "Stop talking! Someone is here!"
"Yes, Master!"
Two female disciples quickly stepped forward!
"Take Mr. Ding Lan to the sword practice field and give him eight hundred punishments. No matter life or death, wait until I come back!!"
"Ah? This..."
"Zi..."
Eight hundred rods!
The moment these four words appeared, a chill went up the spines of countless people.
Even if it didn't hit me, it was still a bit unbearable.
You know, three hundred battles are basically life-threatening.
Many female disciples, some with poor strength and weak endurance, died before the three hundred battles were completed.
Now, there are eight hundred punishments?
Nearly tripled?
Even Ding Lanjun, who has the fifth level of Sword Intent, probably can’t bear it, right?
However……
No one dares to ask for mercy!
No one dared to take a step forward.
The two female disciples were just hesitant, but they were already scolded by Taoist Sister Donghai!
"What? Why are you still standing there? Is it because I didn't speak clearly or are you two deaf!?"
"No, no, I'm sorry, Master, we will execute it immediately!"
"Right away, right away!"
"Yes, Master!"
Soon, two female executioners came forward and took Ding Lanjun directly to the sword practice field.
"Senior Sister Lanjun, I'm offended."
Not only do you have to punish eight hundred people with a stick, but you also have to watch from the entire sect!
Kill one to serve as a warning to others, and serve as a warning to others!
"start!"
Taoist nun Donghai waved her hand and didn’t give him any face!
"From now on, we won't stop until I come back! The punishment will be eight hundred, regardless of life or death!"
"yes!"
then.
Taoist nun Donghai took Mu Nianxian and went straight to the place where the God of War's Mace sank to the bottom of the sea.
If Wei Ziqing is really going to die, at least as her master, she still has to go take a look.
What if God is kind enough to save Wei Ziqing?
To be honest, Taoist Aunt Donghai treats Wei Ziqing as if she were her own child.
How could she not be devastated now that she couldn't see people alive or dead?
Mu Nianxian also shed tears.
Follow Master and cry all the way.
"Master, I'm sorry. It's all my fault for causing you trouble..."
What does it have to do with you...
The Taoist nun waved her hand: "Let's go and have a look. No matter dead or alive, if you can see people or corpses..."
"Silly boy, you should have told me these things earlier. No matter how brave she is, Ding Lan, she would not dare to go down the mountain to harm the people and bully your parents. She does not have the courage..."
"It won't happen next time." Mu Nianxian took a deep breath, held the sword in his hand, and became three points stronger.
Soon, the two came to the place where the sand table deduction was held before.
It's a pity that the seaside, huge waves crashing, and the coastline are different every day, day and night.
Even without the strong wind and rain, all traces of people's presence would have been washed away by the sea waves.
What's more, a sea storm that has never happened in ten years has just devastated this place and swept everything away, and there is no trace of it.
Taoist nun Donghai took Mu Nianxian and stayed at the beach for more than an hour.
I also searched carefully for clues.
I also shouted loudly.
Mu Nianxian also controlled the falcon, soaring over the sea and fighting in the sky, looking for traces of Wei Ziqing, always holding on to hope.
But in the end, the falcon was almost exhausted and only had half his life left.
The only thing that responded to them was the wind on the sea, with constant waves.
"Forget it, go back."
Taoist Sister Donghai waved her hands in disappointment.
Mu Nianxian nodded obediently.
But before leaving, she whistled again and called for the falcon to land on her shoulder.
He took out the letter from his arms, wrote down a few words about looking for traces, and tied it to the falcon's leg.
"Yinger, Yinger, go to Hong Kong Island. If Senior Sister Ziqing has returned to Hong Kong Island, she will reply to us after seeing it."
Taoist nun Donghai let out a long sigh and looked at the falcon, which was already wet with sweat, rain and waves. The whole eagle had shrunk a lot because its feathers had collapsed.
"It's not far from Hong Kong Island, but this falcon is too tired. I'm afraid it won't be able to fly across this vast ocean..."
"It might work!"
Although Mu Nianxian felt distressed, she still stroked its feathers and let the falcon go.
"Thank you for your hard work, old man, you are the only one who can act the fastest now!"
The eagle seemed to understand Mu Nianxian's words, screamed, and quickly flapped its wings vigorously, flying towards the other side of the ocean...
"Let's go back!" Taoist Sister Donghai said calmly.
"Yes, Master!"
…
Donghai Academy, sword practice field.
Eight hundred battles are over halfway!
More than four hundred!
The ground was already a bright red.
Ding Lanjun was beaten until his skin was almost torn to pieces.
At first it was pain, stinging pain, and pain, like a cramp peeling off the skin.
Later, my flesh and blood were all mangled, I couldn't feel any pain, and I had no sensation anywhere in my body.
Instead, just break the jar and throw it. Just hit it. Anyway, all the buttocks have been smashed. The remaining three hundred sticks are not much different from one stick, ten sticks, or a hundred sticks.
When Taoist Sister Donghai and Mu Nianxian came back, they hit the 600th board!
Ding Lanjun has passed out several times.
However, she kept gritting her teeth and persisting!
Because, Wei Ziqing is dead!
If this biggest and most powerful competitor dies, then no one will be qualified to compete with him for the position of leader in the future!
As long as I can persevere this time, given time, the supreme skill of the Nine Swords of Ruthless Swords, the position of the leader, the position of the leader, the status of the world, the leader of a famous and upright family, all the honors and resources will all be my own! No one can
Qualified to compete with myself!!
However, once you die, everything is in vain!
"I must hold on, I must hold on!!"
"Come on, come on! Keep going!!"
Ding Lanjun shouted, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth: "There are still two hundred boards, continue!!"
While she was shouting, she was almost swearing in her heart: "Eight hundred boards, one day, I will find someone to return them! If Wei Ziqing dies, then Mu Nianxian, but if Mu Nianxian can't do it, then everything will be with Wei Ziqing
The relevant people, the people who are close to each other, both within the sect and outside the sect, all must be repaid!!"