Huang Nanming felt a headache when he heard these words, and his hatred for Ning Wushu deepened even more.
He raised the eyebrow-level stick in his hand high, and without any explanation, he hit Ning Wuyan on the buttocks.
Bang!
The dull sound hit people's hearts like a heavy hammer.
Just once.
The cloth on Ning Wuyan's buttocks was stuck and did not bounce back.
Ning Wu was beaten and was mentally prepared. He gritted his teeth in advance to prevent himself from screaming.
When he yelled in embarrassment, it seemed that what he said before was of little force.
He had to show his awe in front of Governor Han... Bang!
After another heavy blow, Ning Wuyan finally couldn't help but groan. He glanced sideways at Huang Nanming, who was fighting hard, and cursed in his heart: Is this old boy planning to beat me to death?
At this time, blood was already seeping from the clothes above Ning Wuyi's butt.
It can be seen how much strength was used in these two sticks.
Originally, Ning Wuyan planned to bear the fifty sticks forcefully, but now in order to save his life, he could only adjust his luck and resist secretly.
There was no way, who told him that although he could resist beatings, he was still afraid of death. If others couldn't help him cheat, then he would create a miracle himself.
Just when Huang Nanming was about to strike the third stick, Han Ci stepped forward and grabbed the eyebrow-level stick.
"Magistrate Huang, Ning Shixian is a student appointed by His Majesty to go to the capital to participate in the competition. You severely injured him, have you thought about the consequences?"
"Master Governor, Ning Wuyan just said that when he ordered others to beat the Yamen servant, he had already thought of the consequences. I beat him seriously and it was for a reason. I believe that Your Majesty will only praise me for impartiality in enforcing the law."
When it comes to messing around, Huang Nanming is much better than the Han governor.
After talking for a while, if Inspector Han stopped him again, it would be equivalent to disobeying the law, and the pros and cons would naturally require careful consideration and hesitation.
Hesitation leads to defeat.
Huang Nanming already knew that he would not be able to escape today. He wanted to make Prince Jin happy, so he executed the execution with the thought of seriously injuring Ning Wu.
Taking advantage of Inspector Han's distraction, Huang Nanming forcefully pulled out the eyebrow stick and lowered it towards Ning Wuyan's butt again.
Bang!
There was another sound, and blood spread out.
Beads of sweat broke out on Ning Wuyan's forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and made no sound.
Of course it hurts.
Fortunately, after using the Cloud Breath Technique, he could control the airflow from his body to slowly flow towards his butt... Bang!
Another sound fell.
Along with the severe pain, Ning Wuyan was refreshed.
Good guy!
He actually felt the airflow around his buttocks. As he moved inside, it continued to enter his body according to his own wishes. A sense of sight that merged with heaven and earth made him feel physically and mentally happy, and then even hurt. The feeling has been reduced a bit.
not only.
After he felt the burning pain on his buttocks, he felt a little itchy, as if he was recovering.
If nothing unexpected happened, the stick he just used had forced his body's awareness of self-preservation to become full, and actually made him reach the peak of the second level of Yunxi Gong.
That is, the ability to freely control the intensity of the outside breath entering oneself, and the beginning of integration with heaven and earth.
The feeling of harmony between man and nature is very wonderful.
But Ning Wuyan still had no time to feel more. He mobilized the surrounding aura and poured it all into his buttocks to welcome the next stroke.
boom.
The sound of this stick became a little dull.
The pain has also been reduced a lot.
It wasn't that the increased recovery intensity offset the pain, but that Huang Nanming didn't exert any force.
Ning Wuyu, who was standing next to him, was already prepared to protect him when another stick fell, sharing the fifty sticks with his fifth brother.
Seeing Huang Nanming holding the eyebrow stick with a surprised look on his face, and seeing that there was no more blood on the fifth brother's clothes, he pulled out the Qinglong Dao that had just been inserted into the soil.
what happened?
Is the man named Huang tired?
At this time, Huang Nanming, who was also a monk two feet tall, was confused.
In order to imitate the Han governor, he often practiced whipping techniques on weekdays.
Even if he is not as strong as Governor Han, it is impossible for him to lose strength after just four or five strokes.
Thinking back carefully when he dropped the stick just now, it seemed like a gust of evil wind was blowing, pushing the eyebrow-leveling stick in his hand.
Huang Nanming quickly greeted everyone around him: "Surround the horse stool!"
"Does Magistrate Huang want to execute someone secretly?"
"Quickly get those two government officials out of the way. If you dare to harm Ning Shixian, you will be the eternal sinners of Daxing!"
"Not only will you be held accountable, but your family members will also be implicated by you!"
What is meant by a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye? This is it.
Previously, Huang Nanming used his personal and family future to intimidate and threaten them. Now they used this trick to intimidate and threaten the two Huang Nanming's government servants.
The two of you looked at me and I looked at you, falling into a dilemma.
They still remember that the magistrate almost beat his guard to death, tied him up and threw him aside.
Although they were also involved in the county government's seizure of goods from passing caravans, all they had to do was pay a fine, admit their mistake, and dig river channels for a few more years as coolies.
Those who are too greedy may risk their lives.
For example, the county magistrate, the Zhaomo official, and the bookkeeper in charge of the accounts.
Thinking of the one and a half taels of Dai silver that he earned every month, and the one hundred taels of silver that he was too greedy for, which he still kept under the bed and dared not spend, the two government servants looked at each other again, and retreated to the side without leaving a trace. Two steps to help everyone see more clearly.
They would never harm Ning Shixian.
Therefore, if Ning Shixian is seriously injured or disabled by the county magistrate, it has nothing to do with them!
boom.
When the two government officials retreated, Huang Nanming dropped a stick.
It still feels neither light nor itchy, as if someone pushed it hard.
This feeling of hitting something dirty made Huang Nanming's hair stand on end and his scalp was numb.
Especially when he looked around and saw no sign of anyone else's clothes or hair being blown by the wind, the panic in his heart continued to spread.
What exactly is going on?
Don't say Huang Nanming can't figure it out.
Even Ning Wuyan was stunned by the painless and innocuous beatings with two sticks.
Huang Nanming's original intention must have been to seriously injure him. Analyzing it from the pros and cons, he had only one purpose. He did not hesitate to violate the old emperor's wishes, just to make his real master happy and take this opportunity to save his life.
In this case, Huang Nanming should be eager to break the stick like the first three sticks.
Why was it lifted so high and then dropped so lightly?
"I don't believe this evil!"
Huang Nanming casually poked the eyebrow-level stick on the ground, clasped his arms, raised both hands, and spat into the palms of his hands, thinking that his hands had slipped for a moment and the two sticks in succession had no strength.
However.
Just when Huang Nanming was rubbing the saliva in his palms.
Suddenly, two evil winds blew from two directions, and the eyebrow-leveling stick that was stuck on the ground shook violently twice.
Bang bang!
As if someone was stirring under the stick, he hit Huang Nanming's left arm with a left flick, and hit Huang Nanming's right arm with a right flick.
Impartially, hitting Huang Nanming's tendons on both sides.
The pain was so painful that Huang Nanming screamed like a slaughtering pig on the spot.
With a cry, he spread his arms and stepped back.
The eyebrow-leveling stick that was poking at the ground slipped from his arm and fell straight to the ground, making a "clang, clang, clang" sound.
