The old man from the Seven Clans spoke sharply, and every word was like a giant hammer hitting Yege's flesh and blood, making him miserable and worse than death.
Compared with physical pain, mental torture is more frightening. It can drive a person crazy and drive an extreme person to despair.
Ye Ge couldn't see the people around him clearly, and could vaguely hear the small discussions among those people.
"It turns out that she is a fake, and she got what she is today because of the Empress' blessing.
This kind of woman is really vicious and ungrateful, but she actually repays kindness with hatred."
"How about a woman's heart, which is the most poisonous scorpion.
If women become ruthless, nothing will happen to us men."
"She planned it carefully, just to frame the empress, so that she could sit back and enjoy the results with peace of mind.
Take everything that belongs to our empress."
"I have been alive for thirty years and met countless people, but I have never seen such a shameless woman."
"Yes, shameless!"
"..." Those voices keep appearing and never stop.
Everyone in front of them seemed to have become blurred and fell into a fog, and their vision was not real at all.
This is really a nightmare, I need to wake up quickly.
The elder of the Seven Clans gave the Qinglian guards a look, and the guards understood and came over carrying a wooden bucket filled with chili peppers and salt water.
A bucket of chili salt water was poured on Yege's body unceremoniously. Yege screamed again, no longer confused by the pain, and woke up instantly.
The Qinglian guard said: "The Qinglian punishment is to alert the sinner. When accepting the punishment, you have to stay awake."
Yege's whole body was wet, and the whiplash was stained with chili salt water. It was extremely painful, and even the skin and flesh that was turned outwards were spasming.
The elder of the Seven Clan put down his whip, took a break, and carefully took off his cloak. This was the cloak that King Qinglian put on for him. He had to keep it well and not get it dirty.
Sui Linggui and others all looked at the cloak with envy.
When the elders of the seven tribes executed Yege, Qingge didn't stop either.
Qing Ge doesn't hate Ye Ge, he just feels that Ye Ge is responsible for his own fault, and has no interest in seeing Ye Ge's painful expression at this moment.
She is currently working with Dongfang Po, Xiong Batian and the seniors of the three sects to take out medical elixirs and feed them to her brothers to see how effective they are.
"Lord Medicine King, the three master brothers have been poisoned and mute. Please ask Medicine King to help."
Qingge said sincerely.
King Yao glanced at Qing Ge, then nodded, stood up and walked towards the pit to check on the physical condition of the disciples of the three sects.
"Master, how is it? Can it be cured?"
Dongfang Po asked hurriedly.
The Medicine King nodded: "It can be cured. I'll write down the prescription."
Qingge exhaled a breath, her eyebrows brightened and her eyes brightened.
In the crowd, there was a little-known painter who saw the smile on Qingge's face and drew this scene.
This is a huge painting, in which there are ghost kings, people of the Qinglian clan, and the five major forces of the heaven.
Fairy Qinglian was being flogged on the beam of light, the vigorous old man was waving his long whip, and Aventurine looked at this scene indifferently.
Looking to the right, the Medicine King seemed to be talking, and the Empress smiled when she heard his words.
This is the best painting the young painter has ever painted in his life!... The division of labor in the northern suburbs of Ding is clear, and in the land of light pillars, the screams of night songs and screams can be heard.
Qingge walked calmly and elegantly through the huge pit, his clothes wet with sweat, and he was busy running around non-stop, just to save everyone.
"This Thousand-Year-Old Bulimia is a rare medicine. It only takes one plant to mix water and make medicine to save tens of thousands of disciples, but this medicine cannot be found in a short period of time."
The great master held the medicine king, and after being excited, he felt sad again.
Thousand-year-old Bryn Lian, Qingge had a flash of inspiration in her mind, and seemed to remember something. She took out the medicinal materials from the space treasure and handed them to the grand master.
"Ge'er, you are... Thousand-Year-Old Bryn Lian!"
The sect master said excitedly.
The great sect leader trembled with fright, looked over suddenly, took the medicinal materials, and found that it was indeed Thousand-Year-Old Bulin Lotus. He was ecstatic! "Such a good medicinal material...where did you come from?"
The Grand Master asked worriedly.
Qingge said with a smile: "I often feel uncomfortable physically. Due to overexertion, my cultivation backfired, and the root of the disease fell into my body.
This is a medicinal material I found in dangerous places while traveling far and wide. I originally planned to refine it into elixirs for my own consumption. Now that I can use them to refine elixirs to save people, it is considered a meritorious deed."
Thunder God: "..." If his eyes are not blind, it seems that the thousand-year-old Bulin Lotus was collected by the King of the Seventh Palace for Ye Qingge because of Princess Shangting's illness.
Moreover, my fairy master has a very strong body, and there are not many women who can temper their bodies with thunder.
She is quite good, she doesn't even blink her eyes, and she just opens her mouth to talk nonsense.
And the root of the disease is in my body... Haha.
Thor rolled his eyes.
The Grand Master sighed deeply after hearing this.
I opened my mouth and realized I didn't know where to start.
Finally, he took the Thousand-Year Bulin Lotus and knelt down towards Qing Ge. Fortunately, Qing Ge held him in time: "Master, what are you doing?
I cannot bear this gift."
The Grand Master's eyes were red, and he was so moved that he couldn't control his emotions because of his age: "Ge'er, you are a good king. This thousand-year-old Bulin Lotus is particularly important to you, but you dedicated it without hesitation.
I thank you on behalf of the disciples of the three sects. You owe nothing to others, but you are willing to contribute. This kind of spirit is what we admire."
Qingge supported the Grand Master with all her strength, preventing him from kneeling down, and said angrily: "How can the three Grand Master brothers be someone else? They are all my family members."
The Grand Master choked up.
After being moved, the leader of the Medicine Sect said with a smile: "The disciples of the three sects are all waiting for our elixirs. If you want anything, we'll talk about it tomorrow.
We all clearly remember Ge'er's kindness in our hearts and will never forget it."
Duan Yun held Qing Ge in her hand and patted the back of Qing Ge's hand: "Good... good boy..." That day, Zai Ye had a magical skill and she thought it was ridiculous to save three disciples without spending a single soldier, but
Today's facts have proved that every word she said is fully deserved.
Thunder God discovered that the fairy master seemed to have extremely high prestige in this higher plane.
Involuntarily, Thor's back stiffened.
With his master protecting him, he can walk sideways on this street.
It’s just that Thor is still thinking about when the master will help him make money.
Thor moved a small bench, cracked melon seeds, and chatted with Jiuci.
Jiu Ci's face turned dark. He didn't want to get too close to the God of Thunder for fear of affecting his IQ.
The God of Thunder spat out the skin of melon seeds and glanced at the Snow Girl with evil intentions: "That girl is very similar to the Dream Clan people. She is as beautiful as a fairy. It would be great if she could marry her home."
Jiu Ci looked at him coldly: "Thunder God, I advise you, you'd better not fight against some people's ideas.
Snow Girl Aluo is your senior brother Xiong Batian’s fiancée, and if Ge’er finds out what you are thinking, you will definitely get a beating.”
Thinking of Qing Ge's method, the God of Thunder shuddered.
"Senior brother..." Thunder God's eyes wandered, looking at Xiong Batian who was concentrating on refining medicine, and frowned: "These two people are not a good match, isn't this a flower stuck in cow dung?
I object to this marriage."
"You are against a bastard."
Jiu Ci was so angry that he cursed and couldn't understand why his sister wanted to accept such a stupid disciple.
Picture him eating melon seeds and vomiting melon seed skins?
"oh."
The God of Thunder is weak.
After a moment, the God of Thunder bumped Jiu Ci again with his elbow and ate melon seeds: "Fiancée?
That means they are not married. When will these two get married?"
"Do you think Snow Girl is easy to marry?
You can’t wait until your master can collect some betrothal gifts before marrying me.”
Jiu Ci stood up and said goodbye. He would rather fight with Jiu Ci than chat with the God of Thunder.
However, before Jiu Ci could leave, the God of Thunder suddenly stood up like a tree trunk as if awakened from a dream, his eyes staring straight ahead.
The melon seed in his mouth was swallowed before the skin could be chewed off. The God of Thunder blinked, looked at Jiu Ci, and asked repeatedly: "Betrothal gift?"
Master wants to prepare a betrothal gift for Senior Brother Xiong?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"...Uncle..." "Huh?"
"I want to get married."
Is his love finally coming?
The God of Thunder was extremely excited and seemed to be looking for a partner. With his sharp little eyes, he looked left and right, nodding and shaking his head.
Jiu Ci was so frightened that he ran away.
How can a good person be so crazy when he says he is crazy?