The monk thought he could raise his hand to block the punch.
He indeed raised his hand to block it. The moment the fist hit the person's arm, it made the person feel numb and sore, and even the bones were in danger, reflecting the unbearable pain.
The momentum of the fist did not stop after encountering such an obstacle, so the fist hit his face with the blocking arm.
He heard that young but frightening voice speak again, "Have you seen evil cultivators eating people?"
Still the same sentence.
Stubborn and low-spirited, full of evil spirits.
The monk was completely numb.
"Yes, I saw it."
He was answered with a hard whip.
"Uncle Junior, let me go, don't use your fists."
It's a very crisp and sweet female voice.
The monk was first hit by his own fist until his head was buzzing, and then he was hit by a whip. He completely exploded, "No, you are the disciples of the Righteous Sect. Do you know what benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and trust are?"
A dignified and gentle male voice sounded, "Then do you know what it means to be an immortal and to be born without measure? Are you just sitting back and doing nothing? You have no virtue, no justice, no compassion, no mercy, just the dog on the roadside passing by." Evil cultivators know how to eat people with a loud voice? You are actually indifferent? You are not worthy of cultivating! You are not worthy of being a human being! You are not worthy of living in this world!" 1
"I'm not your righteous disciple!"
An arrogant and noble young man's voice said, "Oh, it turns out this is an evil cultivator too! Catch him! Send him to Junding Mansion!"
The four people swarmed up, and they did not directly tie him up and escort him as the man expected. Instead, a big man faced him first and pushed him to the ground three times, five times five times two, and then a person with the size of a sandbag rode on him. The fists fell like raindrops, and someone secretly punched the waist.
It is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, let alone four people with eight hands, and they are all brute and powerful brats.
When everything calmed down, the three demon-tying ropes carried by the three people were wrapped around the monk's body. His hands, legs and entire upper body were tied with one rope each, leaving him like a hopeless human chrysalis.
The four of them stood up at the same time and clapped their hands, and Lin Du sent someone to collect the Jueling Formation.
Yuan Ye suddenly shouted from under a tree, "Little uncle! Hiccup... look! Little tiger cub!"
Yan Qing was about to drag the person up. He had just lifted the person halfway when he heard the words and let go of his hand. He raised his head and the three of them looked in the direction of Yuan Ye.
The young man in a red gold robe was holding a tiger cub high in his hands, with his hands just crossing the two forelimbs of the little tiger demon. The tiger cub's hind legs were still kicking hard, and his tail protected his privacy very well. Clamped tightly.
Lin Du narrowed his eyes, always feeling that this child could carry that brat to the throne.
"Come on, let's go."
Yuan Ye held the tiger cub in his arms. The tiger cub tried to struggle and bit the man's sleeve with a yelp, which startled Yan Qing and Ni Jinxuan.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine...just..."
Yuan Ye picked up a small tiger tooth from the sleeve of his outer robe, "The tiger cub's tooth is chipped..."
Yan Qing was startled, "Have you reached this level of physical training? You can knock out the tiger demon's teeth."
Lin Du laughed and stretched out his hand to check the tiger cub's age. "It's five or six months old. It's just the time when teeth are changing. It's just right."
Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't lose.
Otherwise, he will increase the amount of training when he goes back.
In Junding Mansion, Dingjiucheng, the sky has turned a faint crab shell green at this moment, with a bit of gray chill.
The night guard at the door was tired and slacking off. He had just said hello to his two direct disciples. He suddenly turned around and met a pair of cold black and white eyes. He was startled and soon saw the leader. The disciple token on a person’s waist.
"Who is coming?" Junding Mansion's rules are much stricter than those of the Supreme Sect. Even though he saw the disciple token, the guard still asked.
"Lin Du, the ninety-ninth generation disciple of the Supreme Sect."
"So it's Senior Uncle Lin, who is that?" The guard looked behind her.
There was also a confiscated flying magic weapon beside the three people. There was something roughly human-like resting on it. You could even see the frost on the clothes and eyelashes. The winter in northern Zhongzhou was extremely cold and long. If you didn't have any spiritual power, Protect yourself, if you fly in the sky for a while, you will definitely freeze into a stick.
"I brought my three apprentice nephews back from Heding Village to drive away beasts, and happened to catch a sneaky evil cultivator on the edge of the village, so I brought him to Junding Mansion along the way."
After Lin Du finished speaking, the three people behind him smiled and nodded at the same time, showing a certain demeanor of righteous disciples.
The guard sighed, "As expected of a hero."
Lin Du nodded politely and led the people in. Following the guard's direction, he went straight to the eighteen-sided dungeon on the north side of the mansion.
There are always real people from the sect on duty in Junding Mansion. Except for Ju Yuan who is sent to settle accounts, the real person on duty this year is He Gui.
The restrictions in the eighteen-sided dungeon required special personnel to open it. Lin Du took a careful look and saw that it was her master's handiwork.
Each formation master will have his own quirks when setting up the formation. If an expert is familiar with it, it is actually easy to distinguish.
Lin Du was very familiar with Yan Ye's quirks. He liked to incorporate his own sword intent into complex killing formations, as if he had to prove that he was an formation master who could cultivate sword intent.
The Eighteen Sided Dungeon does not only have eighteen cells, but is divided into eighteen areas, where prisoners are held according to their degree, crime, and danger.
Once inside, it was not the cold, dark place like hell with blood and howls as imagined. Instead, there was a faint bitter smell of herbs. It was a completely magical place. There were no torture tools on the walls, and it was clean and tidy even with a few hay clippings. They were all gone, and it was quiet. Occasionally, you could hear the loud snores of some sleeping monsters and demons.
This is the first time that the four new disciples have entered the Eighteen Sides Dungeon. There are many rumors from the outside world. Some people say that there are many evil demons in Junding Mansion who have done all kinds of bad things, and they have been tortured like hell after being imprisoned.
After walking through a green brick path lit with evergreen lanterns, we arrived at a main room.
Before they walked in with anyone, they heard familiar scolding sounds.
"You too, I told you to be careful, but the Hidden Edge Sword Technique is so hidden that you have lost your brain? Why don't you know...why don't you know how to protect yourself! Where is your aura to protect your body! Why? You've been poisoned, you..."
Ju Yuan's voice came from inside, and Ni Jinxuan quickened her pace.
"Master."
As soon as he turned into the hall, he saw Ju Yuan standing in front of Mo Lin, holding an account book and an abacus in his hand. The ebony abacus was hitting Mo Lin's head, and the abacus beads moved with the man's arm. .
Ju Yuan had a look of hatred on his face, but Lin Du saw that the senior brother's hand holding the account book had blue veins on it, and was even trembling slightly, and the thick account book had twisted folds.
Mo Lin was a little taller than Ju Yuan. He lowered his head and allowed his master to scold him. He didn't look handsome and sharp at all.
Xia Tian Wu, who was on the side, tried to persuade him, "The Gu master's inability to defend himself with Gu is not because his spiritual power does not protect his body."
"When I wake up Shao Fei and find out what the poison is, I will prepare an antidote and I will be able to save senior brother."
"You don't need to protect your senior brother. As long as you are strong enough, all conspiracies and tricks are nothing but illusions. He is..."
Before Ju Yuan finished speaking, Lin Du suddenly said, "My layout is not perfect enough. If senior brother wants to blame it, blame me."
"I didn't notify senior brother in advance. Master, if you want to blame, blame me!" Ni Jinxuan rushed to speak.
Ju Yuan became dumbfounded and opened and closed his mouth. It took him a long time to hold back a sentence with a sound, "Blame me! If the apprentice is injured, it is naturally the master's failure to teach well. It is all my fault."
Lin Du smiled and shook his head. The smile was very light, with a bit of dejected self-mockery, "Instead of looking for the reasons on myself, it is better to take care of the real culprits."
Instead of blaming yourself, blame others.
These words should not be spoken by an upright person. Lin Du thought for a while and did not say anything.
Yuan Ye said, "I know that's what my father did. Instead of blaming yourself, it's better to punish others! Send them all to jail and confiscate their homes!"
Lin Du: ...It has to be their Lao Yuan family.
