After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Before Mo Zheng reached the punishment hall, he heard the sound of whips echoing throughout the main peak, and he increased the speed of his sword riding.

But just as he got close, he was stopped by Tao Daxi who suddenly rushed out.

He grabbed Mo Zheng's arm tightly and held him back.

"Master Brother, if you go now, the dozen or so whips he took before will be in vain!"

Seeing that the wound on Mo Zheng's lip had split again, Tao Daxi could only roar at him in a low voice.

Mo Zheng finally relaxed his strength and was pulled aside and landed.

Liu Xingrou had been waiting there for a long time. When she saw him and Tao Daxi coming, she quickly invited them into the yard and closed the gate.

She took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to Mo Zheng, pointing at his lips, "Master, your disciple is a good one. You have loved him well."

There was a hint of admiration in her voice, but then it turned to indignation. "Last night at the table, I thought she was quite interesting and sensible."

"Who would have thought that he would do such a shameless thing!"

"The Fox Clan is so arrogant! They want to force the leader of our Zichen Sword Sect to be their son-in-law!" He became more and more excited as he spoke, filled with righteous indignation.

Seeing that she was getting angry, Tao Daxi had to speak out to dissuade her, "Junior sister, please speak softly. Don't let the other disciples hear you. It's not good."

Liu Xingrou put her hands on her hips for a while, feeling angry, before she calmed down a little.

Seeing this, Tao Daxi shook his head and said to Mo Zheng, "The elders also understand the truth. Although Junior Brother Fuyi was impulsive, he did vent the anger of our Zichen Sword Sect."

"But they just gave us the method to deal with the ghost puppets for free last night. It's really not easy for us to turn against them right away today." Tao Daxi was also helpless.

"Now the ghost realm is watching covetously, and with the addition of a fox demon clan, I'm afraid it will be bad."

"I have no choice but to let Junior Brother Fuyi suffer."

Tao Daxi and his fellow uncles and aunts felt mixed emotions after hearing what Li Fuyi said about the reason for the fight.

He even immediately asked Nan Yubai to go to Tianze Peak to treat his master's injuries.

When Nan Yubai came back, his face was also ashen. He used rejuvenation techniques to heal all the big and small, red and purple bruises on Mo Zheng's wrists and arms.

The lips and tongue are the only living flesh that needs to be slowly nursed back to health, so he prescribed some medicine and carefully instructed Hua Jiantang to take good care of Mo Zheng.

After briefly talking about the injuries on Mo Zheng's body, all the fellow disciples thought that Li Fuyi had not hit him lightly.

There has never been a disciple of the Zichen Sword Sect who was punished so harshly that it made people feel aggrieved and sorry for him.

Li Fuyi is the first person since the founding of the sect.

Mo Zheng was a little confused for a moment. He seemed to understand, but not completely.

But what he was most concerned about now was: "How many lashes did the elders impose? Are there any other punishments?"

The wound on his tongue began to bleed again, and his breath had a hint of bloody smell.

Tao Daxi hurriedly said, "You still have a wound in your mouth, go slower!"

"Fifteen lashes of spiritual whips, two broken ribs, and five days in the quiet room of the torture hall." Liu Xingrou said with great reluctance.

Seeing that Mo Zheng was about to ask again, she quickly said, "Fifteen lashes is according to the sect's regulations. You know it, it can't be changed."

Mo Zheng nodded hurriedly, motioning for her to continue.

"He broke two of Liu Yaoyao's ribs, and her attendants were staring at her, demanding an explanation..." He sighed, "It was Junior-Martial-Sister Fuyi who said so herself. Just return the two to her."

"But don't worry!"

"Let Yubai do it later. He has good medical skills. If he does it skillfully, the patient will recover quickly and it won't affect his future cultivation."

The sound of whips that echoed throughout the main peak finally stopped. Mo Zheng and the other two looked at each other, then immediately opened the door and filed out, running towards the punishment hall.

As soon as Mo Zheng stepped into the torture hall, Li Fuyi's two suppressed groans entered his ears.

However, with the presence of people from the Fox Demon Clan, he, Tao Daxi, and Liu Xingrou could only deliberately slow down their pace to make their steps appear steady in order to maintain the dignity of the sect.

Nan Yubai saw them arrive and immediately stepped forward to report, "Master, the punishment for inner disciple Li Fuyi has been carried out."

Mo Zheng drooped his eyelids and murmured "hmm" in a low voice.

He couldn't bear to look at Li Fuyi hanging on the rack, but worry prevailed in the end.

I took advantage of the gap to take a sneak peek.

Li Fuyi's face was covered in sweat, but she still forced a smile at him.

Mo Zheng pursed his lips slightly, and an urge to step forward and teach his apprentice a lesson surged in his heart. He really wanted to poke his head!

I don't know what this clever brain was thinking, but he still suppressed it.

"Everyone of the fox demon clan, we have already punished those who should be punished. Please go back and inform the saint." The great elder said this to the fox demon clan members who were watching the execution.

The fox demon tribe members did not blame him. Seeing Mo Zheng come in, they became friendly and said, "Elder, you are too polite. I will take my leave."

He stopped beside Mo Zheng and asked, "Master, our Saint would like to have a conversation with you. Is that possible..."

Mo Zheng was very frugal with his words and could only utter two words: "No."

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment, and the fox demon tribe was extremely surprised.

They have witnessed Mo Zheng's indulgence and love for their saint these days.

Why did it suddenly change today?

Seeing this, Tao Daxi hurried out to smooth things over, "Please forgive me, everyone. The head disciple... is here to discipline the disciples. It's not a good time to go and meet him now."

His explanation was reasonable, and the fox demon tribe members finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took their leave.

Nan Yubai quickly asked people to take Li Fuyi down from the rack. For a moment, those who came to help didn't know what to do with him.

There were whiplash wounds on the back and two broken ribs...

Should I lie down or lie on my stomach?

Mo Zheng walked forward and stood face to face with Li Fuyi, then let him lie on his shoulder with the whip marks on his back facing Nan Yubai.

Nan Yubai immediately understood what he meant and began to use rejuvenation techniques on the whip wounds.

"Bear with it. The spiritual whip is soaked in spiritual medicine. The injury will be cured, but the pain is inevitable."

Li Fuyi rested her chin on Mo Zheng's shoulder, her voice soft but firm: "Uncle Master, please treat me. I understand."

Having said that, when the rejuvenation technique covered the whip wound, his breathing involuntarily tightened and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

Although Mo Zheng couldn't see his expression, he could feel the subtle changes in his body.

His hands also had to support Li Fuyi's waist on both sides to keep his chest and abdomen suspended in the air to prevent the broken ribs from being compressed.

I could only pat him gently with my fingers to comfort him.

Li Fuyi had always been paying attention to his master. Now that he could lean on Mo Zheng's shoulder with full justification, the indescribable happiness made him even a little dizzy.

It hurts a bit, but it's worth it!

As long as that damn woman Liu Yaoyao is in Zichen Sword Sect, she will never do anything improper to his master.

After this, everyone will be more vigilant and will not give her any chance to be alone with her master.

Feeling the soothing pat on her waist, Li Fuyi narrowed her eyes.

He was full of thoughts and couldn't control himself for a moment. He trembled at the right time from time to time, accompanied by a few suppressed groans...

When the wound on his back was finally healed and he was able to lie down flat, he saw that Mo Zheng's eyes were full of heartache and reluctance.

She forced a pitiful smile at him, and he could feel that his master's love for him deepened a little.