When Huang Youtian saw the five people being beaten, his forehead couldn't help but sweat, but he was secretly glad in his heart.
When he thought about it, those five people went in together and made a lot of noise, so someone must have snitched on them. He went in alone in the middle of the night, unnoticed, and no one would know.
When he saw Yang Zhen asking, he was scared out of his wits, and with a plop, he knelt straight on the ground.
"I, I..." He stammered, unable to speak.
"I'll tell you for you," Yang Zhen sneered: "Last night you got up alone and hesitated for a moment in front of the backyard gate. After entering, you picked up two broken bricks and looked at them. You stayed there for a total of In less than half a quarter of an hour, you came out. Yes or no?"
"Ah!" Huang Youtian was shocked, and asked by mistake: "Sir, how did you know?"
"Haha!" Yang Zhen was amused by his appearance, but her hand movements were not slow. With two "plop" sounds, the man's legs were broken and he collapsed limply on the ground. Then he started crying like a pig.
Those who had just been cured couldn't help but touch the injured area again and shuddered.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Yang Zhen also healed his broken leg. When he stood up again, his eyes were suddenly sharp.
"Yang Mabu, Huang Youtian, Zhang Xiaonian." He called on the three names.
Among them, Zhang Xiaonian is a handsome young man. He is only twelve or thirteen years old, and he is the youngest among this group of people.
He and Liu Hao were the only two people among the nine who had not been beaten just now.
The three people came out tremblingly. Xiaonian's face was pale and his whole body was trembling.
Huang Youtian was even more unbearable. His newly healed broken leg seemed to have relapsed, and his body went limp and collapsed to the ground.
"Do you know why I called you three?" Yang Zhen asked coldly.
Three of you, look at me and I look at you. Yang Mabu looked at Huang Youtian with a slightly confused expression, and then seemed to wake up, with a look of resentment on his face.
He was a smart man and had already guessed what was going on. He immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Sir, I was wrong."
Zhang Xiaonian knelt down and kowtowed.
"I warned you in advance that you will never do those dirty things here. You two..." Yang Zhen pointed at Yang Mabu and Zhang Xiaonian: "Since this is your first offender, each of you will have one leg broken!"
After saying that, without giving the two a chance to argue, he raised his stick and broke their right legs.
"Yang Mabu!" Yang Zhen said with a straight face: "What did you think when those people treated you like this when you were there? You are a dignified man, but you are really willing to be a plaything?"
"I..." Yang Mabu covered his broken leg, sweat dripping from his head: "I, I am not willing to give in!"
"You are not willing to give in!" Yang Zhen said angrily: "You are not willing to give in, so why do you do this to your companions!"
He pointed at Zhang Xiaonian and said with a stern voice: "The Zhang Xiaonian of today is the Yang Mabu of yesterday! You feel ashamed of yourself, wouldn't he feel ashamed!"
"I..." Yang Mabu gritted his teeth: "We are both willing to..."
"I'm willing to do that, bah!" Yang Zhen stood up and kicked Yang Mabu into the ground.
"Ask yourself, were you willing back then? Why would you think that others were willing! Who the hell would want that, a man like me!"
He ignored Yang Mabu and walked up to Huang Youtian, looking down at him as if he were looking at a dead person.
"As for you, you are more disgusting than the two of them. You actually use force, what the hell!"
He took out a dagger and threw it in front of Zhang Xiaonian's eyes: "Go! Cut off his insulting thing."
Zhang Xiaonian's broken leg had not healed yet, and he was also rolling all over in pain. When he saw the dagger, he shrank into a ball in fear and dared not touch it.
Yang Zhen walked up to him, knelt down, suddenly stretched out her hand and slapped him twice.
"Boy," he said one word at a time: "Look at these people in front of you. In the Taoist temple, there is probably more than one Huang Youtian who has bullied you, right?"
"It's just that they are smarter than this person named Huang. At least they know how to restrain themselves in the past two days, so they didn't touch you."
"You said, if I don't care, or if I leave for a month or two, what will they do to you?"
Zhang Xiaonian began to sob, and his voice became louder and louder, and then he burst into tears.
"Crying means you still have a sense of shame and can be saved," Yang Zhen continued: "I can protect you for a while, but I will not protect you for the rest of your life. If you cut this knife today, those who secretly want to bully you will Your man will at least consider whether you will use this knife to cut off his dirty things one day!"
"If you don't want to take action, then I can't control you. You just have to be neither a man nor a woman for the rest of your life!"
Zhang Xiaonian's eyes gradually became brighter!
It was the hatred that had been suppressed, the insult with no end in sight, and suddenly, there was hope of avenging shame!
He stretched out his hand suddenly and grasped the handle of the knife.
Gritting his teeth, this young man who had always been timid and shy, now had a look of determination that he had never seen before.
He stood up unsteadily, holding the dagger in his hand, dragging his broken leg, and walked towards Huang Youtian step by step.
"You, don't come over!" Huang Youtian screamed, kicked his legs back, turned over and tried to stand up.
Yang Zhen thought he was nosy, so she walked over and trampled off his limbs one by one.
Zhang Xiaonian staggered to him, fell to the ground with a thump, then put one hand on the ground, and the other hand holding the dagger, smashed it down hard!
"Ah!" Huang Youtian let out a lung-splitting scream and shrank into a ball.
"Hiss!" Looking at the blood dripping on the blade and the vengeful young man, several people felt a tightness between their legs.
Another quarter of an hour later, Yang Zhen cured the broken legs of Yang Mabu and Zhang Xiaonian.
"Don't do that mess in the future. Follow me and do your job well and be a real man."
His words were half warning and half encouragement, and they were also addressed to everyone present.
"Mr. Gongzi," Huang Youtian grunted, as angry as a gossamer: "There is still me, my injury."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow." Yang Zhen chuckled.
"I, I will die," Huang Youtian struggled: "You, you just signed the contract, no, you won't hurt my sex, my life."
After speaking, he looked at Yang Zhen eagerly.
"That's right, I won't hurt your life," Yang Zhen sneered: "I stepped on your limbs and broke them off. It won't kill you. I promise to cure you tomorrow."
"But," Huang Youtian's voice was hoarse: "I've been bleeding down there!"
"That wasn't my injury!" Yang Zhen shrugged, as if it was none of my business.
"Ah!" Huang Youtian shouted, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.
"Carry him into the room, leave him alone, and don't allow him to heal his injuries. Anyone who violates this will be responsible for the consequences!" Yang Zhen's voice was cold.
He did not intend to let this man live any longer. Even if he healed the injuries to his limbs tomorrow, he would still be unable to move.
Finally, he bleeds to death.
Kill the chicken and scare the monkey. Since this person jumped out, then he will be the one.
What's more, he is a scumbag in the first place.
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Huang Youtian carried it all day and night, and finally groaned and died on the eve of Yang Zhen's departure. Yang Zhen threw his body into the stone space. For some spiritual plants, such as coagulation grass, fresh flesh can promote their better growth.
A beggar disappears silently, and no one cares about him at all.
The next day, Yang Zhen took out books such as boxing manuals and stick manuals bought from the market and asked these people to practice by themselves. They also redistributed tasks, including those in charge of discipline, those in charge of life, those who teach martial arts, and so on.
Everyone is in charge of a bunch of things, just like the class in school back then, everyone was the class committee member.
That Zhang Xiaonian was assigned by him to supervise everyone's hygiene.
"Don't worry, just take care of it," Yang Zhen patted him on the shoulder: "If anyone is dissatisfied or wants to retaliate against you, just come to me and your captain and deputy captain."
As punishment, Yang Mabu's position as deputy captain was replaced by Liu Hao. At the same time, the salary of the two captains and deputy captains has been doubled. Of course, if something goes wrong, they will be jointly and severally liable.
After that, Yang Zhen made several rectifications and severely punished those who violated the rules.
At the same time, there is never any shortage of food and clothing, and occasionally they will be given spiritual fruit and spiritual wine for them to taste.
With the combined use of grace and power, these people were finally managed to be submissive.
Half a month later, special personnel arranged by Aunt Fu began to transport the wood purchased from Xuanyang County to this house.
On the surface, Xingdetang has been decoupled from the Xuanyang wood trade, and Yang Zhen has also gone away.
As for the entrance and exit of Xuanyang Wood in this house, whether it will attract some people's attention over time, or even secretly make plans, that will be a long time later.
On the tenth day of the first lunar month, Yang Zhen followed Patriarch Zhexi's flying boat back to the sect, and there was a colorful silk beside her.
