All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 85

"You should play Ling Feng," Feng Ning glanced at him, and said, "Linjiu is noisy, it's not good to pretend."

His head was lowered, as if he really heard Feng Ning's casual "teaching".

Immediately afterwards, the faint brilliance faded from his body, and the person kneeling on the ground became the gentle young man in his memory.

Changbai's long hair was hanging on the ground, his left arm was gone, and the sleeves on one side were empty, also hanging on the ground.His face was pale, his eyes were black and blue, his lips were bloodless, he looked decadent and hesitant, like a young man who had lost his way just after leaving home, and he couldn't be compared with the cold and hard-hearted Emperor in the history books.

Changbai is Fengning's first apprentice.

Before that, Feng Ning never thought of accepting disciples.

It was the [-]-year-old boy who called master and master all day long, chasing him and insisting on accepting him as a disciple, serving him tea and beating his back. Ba Gao, when others saw him, they all praised him for teaching his apprentice well, which made Feng Ning feel a little bit of the joy of being a teacher.

Changbai is very good, listens to the teachings very well, and has high talent, which made the other masters envious. They all praised Fengning for his good luck, for being such an obedient disciple for the first time.

Feng Ning also thought so.

But there is one bad thing about Changbai, that is, he always has a prejudice against the demons. Every time Fengning saw him speak inappropriately, he would beat him twice, and Changbai would obediently admit his mistakes and receive punishment every time.

But he would still commit the crime next time, and even hated the demon clan even more because of Feng Ning's scolding, until one time, he hurt the demon disciple of Gui Ningmen.

Feng Ning didn't know why he wanted to hurt that disciple, but before that, Feng Ning had praised that demon disciple in front of Changbai.

That day, Feng Ning exhausted himself in order to save the demon disciple. He was so tired that he couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes when he looked at Chang Bai. .

Changbai knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

After a long time, he said that the matter was not done by him, but by his brother.

Now, looking at Changbai kneeling on the ground, Feng Ning couldn't help thinking, whether he believed the lie about Changbai's one body and two souls that day, was it because Changbai really told the lie perfectly, or because he himself didn't want to. He admitted that his education failed, so he allowed Changbai to push all his mistakes to his non-existent younger brother, so as to get a big disciple who was still as perfect and bright as a full moon.

Changbai also knelt on the ground as he did back then, but he was missing an arm, and he didn't tremble. His back was bent, and he lowered himself very low, as humble as an ant.

With a hoarse voice, he said, "Master, the crime of killing you, my disciple, is beyond ten thousand deaths."

Feng Ning approached him and asked: "Then are you here today to die?"

Changbai looked up at Fengning, his eyes became a little fascinated, and he said softly: "After the master died, the disciple never thought of living."

After a while, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said: "My disciple wanted to accompany you 500 years ago, but I heard that the demon beast found a way to save you, so..."

"boom!"

Feng Ning raised her leg and kicked Changbai on the shoulder, kicking him a foot away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Changbai propped himself on the ground with one arm, sat up on his knees, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and smiled a little sinisterly: "Master really loves him so much that he can't even be scolded."

He looked at Feng Ning again, his eyes seemed to be expectant: "How is Master planning to kill me, using Feng Yu's long knife?"

Feng Ning took out the long whip from the secret room, and said, "Before that, why don't you make up for the whip that should have been done to you 500 years ago."

Changbai's face immediately turned pale.

He knelt and crawled in front of Feng Ning, hugged his calf tightly, and begged him incoherently: "Master, please kill me, don't expel me from the sect! Even if I die, I still want to be your disciple!"

Feng Ning frowned, kicked him away, then took him by the back of the collar, and brought him to the execution platform of Guining Gate.

It has not been used here for a long time, and the air is filled with the smell of moss and rust, which together make it very unpleasant.

Feng Ning threw Changbai onto the execution platform, cast an enchantment around the platform, and then took out the Enforcement Whip behind him.

The grace whip is thin and long, and under the sunlight, it looks even more sparkling, like the scales of a silver snake, but it is not scales, but thin needles.

According to the rules of Guiningmen, only 28 strokes of the Engraving Whip are allowed, because if there are more, people will die.

Changbai crawled back and murmured struggling: "Master, kill me directly. If the disciple kills Master, he should pay back with his life."

"Why do you still not understand?"

Feng Ning flipped his wrist, and the first lash of Duan En whip slammed into Changbai's back.

"Snapped!"

A bloodstain meandered.

Accompanied by Changbai's screams, Fengning's voice became even colder: "I punish you not because you killed me by mistake, but because you want to kill Qinglang in the name of saving me."

Changbai's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face turned ashen: "You are still for him..."

After a while, his face became distorted again, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Didn't he deserve to die? He imprisoned you, bewitched you, monopolized you, why should he not die??"

"Snapped!"

Feng Ning: "The second whip, punish you for killing me, and make Qing Lang suffer for the mistake of 500 years."

Changbai coughed up blood again: "Master, let's kill me. As long as I live, that beast will have no peace."

Feng Ning frowned, and threw out another whip.

"Snapped!"

"The third whip is to punish you for uttering evil words and not knowing how to repent."

"The fourth whip, punishing you for being a liar, using one body and two souls to escape punishment."

……

"No.14 whip, punish you for the mistake of hurting the children of the demons 500 years ago."

Changbai has become dying, without a piece of good flesh on his body, he can hardly speak.

The disciples from the inner sect and the disciples from the outer sect of Guining Sect rushed over one after another and surrounded the audience of the execution stage.

But everyone is quiet.

Feng Ning once again squeezed the grace-breaking whip in her hand, hit it up, and said:

"...No. 15 whip, to break the grace of saving your life when I first met you."

Changbai's eyes widened suddenly, and he murmured the word "no" in a hoarse voice, but when he opened his mouth, thick blood spat out all over the floor.

"No. 16 whip, cut off my grace to teach you spells."

……

"No. 20 Seven Whips, forfeit the grace of accepting you as my disciple."

Changbai suddenly cried out mournfully, Fengning paused, and slammed his arched back hard with the last whip.

"The last whip will break your grace of worshiping me as a teacher."

Changbai's back immediately collapsed, and the crying gradually stopped, and he lay on the ground without making a sound.

Feng Ning threw the whip, and said coldly: "From now on, you have nothing to do with me returning to Ningmen."

He paused, raised the toe of his shoe, and Changbai was extremely embarrassed, with blood and tears running across his face, his face was flat, and his words were as cold as ice: "But it's not over yet."

Changbai coughed up blood, and tried his best to grab Fengning's hand.

Feng Ning dodges, so Chang Bai only grabs Feng Ning's sleeve.

The sleeves were pulled, and from Changbai's angle, he happened to see the red rope on Fengning's wrist.

Changbai stared at the red rope, his expression became blurred: "...Are you going to marry him again?"

Feng Ning retracted her sleeves and did not answer his words.

Changbai laughed suddenly, looked up at Fengning.

He didn't seem to recognize the 28 lashes, and still called Master Feng Ning, saying: "Master, disciple, please give you a wedding gift, disciple has prepared it for 500 years."

Feng Ning suddenly had a strange premonition, but within a breath, Changbai suddenly pulled out the black hairpin on top of his head, and stabbed it into his throat!

"Do not--"

Qing Dahuai suddenly appeared, let out a roar, broke the barrier, and grabbed Changbai's hand.

—but it was too late.

Blood spurted out, splashing Fengning red all over.

Changbai fell to the ground with his eyes open, but a black air escaped from his neck.

Before Feng Ning had time to see clearly what the black air was, it sneaked into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd under the execution platform.

Feng Ning's heart trembled, and suddenly her scalp felt numb, and even her fingertips began to tremble.

He turned his head stiffly, walked into the crowd covered in blood, and looked towards the very center of the chaos.

——Qing Lang curled up on the ground, bowed his waist, his nails became pointed and long, his magic horns became sharp, and long white hair grew inch by inch on his body.

He looked up at Feng Ning, the gray eyes that were as clear as water disappeared bit by bit, leaving only ice-cold and unfamiliar.

Like a sharp sword, full of bloodthirsty desire.

Feng Ning suddenly remembered that the demon girl who killed all directions and lost her mind back then seemed to have such a pair of eyes.