I brought down Bai Yueguang by selling miserably

Chapter 82

But Xu Wangping was not much better.Su Mingyu knew that his bland reaction was the greatest torment for him.

Qi Jue left the dungeon and walked in the corridor.The fine snow outside the corridor fell on his shoulders with the cold wind. Qi Jue was only wearing a thin underwear. He didn't feel anything before, but now it's getting colder.

"Brother Qi." Chang Shuo came from the other side of the corridor.

He looked Qi Jue up and down: "Brother Qi, your body is really good."

"The coat is left elsewhere." Qi Jue said vaguely.

Chang Shuo didn't ask any more questions, he said, "Senior Brother Qi, Senior Brother Gu invites you to go back to Wushan Mountain."

"What happened?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the new disciples have to prepare for the winter assessment. Elder Yun Ziang wants you and senior brother to go back to preside over the overall situation." Chang Shuo said: "It's only a few tens of days, Brother Hua and I are here Waiting for you here, maybe within ten days, the white-bearded old demon has already spit out the secret treasure of the Persian religion."

"En." Qi Juegang and Su Mingyu broke up unhappy, he thought he was a little impulsive just now, and just wanted to take advantage of this time to calm down, so he agreed.

When Qi Jue returned to the room, the snow had already covered his shoulders.

He took off his underwear and his underwear, and soaked in the hot water for a long time, his handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly in the steaming mist.

He couldn't think of how he and Su Mingyu would go next.

Return to Wan Guo Guang Temple ten days later, in case the white-bearded old demon has already told the whereabouts of the Persian secret treasure.

What reason can I find to stay here?

If Su Mingyu was imprisoned to Wushan, and took the opportunity to attack the Shengming Sect, all the manpower and material resources available to him would be destroyed, and he would have to stay by his side.

Qi Jue smiled wryly, feeling that he was becoming more and more like a villain.

Not to mention whether Shengmingjiao is so easy to conquer, the longer Su Mingyu is imprisoned, won't he hate himself more?

Qi Jue took the bath towel to wipe off the water droplets on his body, and just put on his coat when there were several knocks on the door.

Qi Jue put on his coat and opened the door.

Ye Xuanwen stood outside the door, the moisture on Qi Jue's body made him feel at a loss.

"Brother Qi, I... I'm here to bring you ginger tea." Ye Xuanwen said.

"Thank you." Qi Jue stretched out his hand to take it: "My attitude is not very good this afternoon, please don't mind."

"It doesn't matter to me." Ye Xuanwen said: "Su Mingyu is Brother Qi's good friend, and it is only natural that Brother Qi cares so much."

"He's not." Qi Jue said.

Ye Xuanwen didn't expect Qi Jue to refute so bluntly, a normal person would usually acquiesce.

Ye Xuanwen didn't know what to say for a moment, Qi Jue said, "I'm going back to Wushan Mountain tomorrow, and I may be back in ten days."

"Yeah." Ye Xuanwen thought to herself, if she hadn't come tonight, Qi Jue might not have informed her that she really only held such a small amount of weight in his heart.

"You...do you have anything else to do?" Qi Jue looked at Ye Xuanwen and said.

Ye Xuanwen couldn't find a reason to stay, so her eyes fell on the bowl of ginger tea: "Brother Qi, I'm waiting for you to finish drinking."

Qi Jue drank it all in one gulp, went to the back to wash it before handing it to Ye Xuanwen: "Thank you."

"Brother Qi, I'm leaving first, what a dream." Ye Xuanwen said reluctantly.

"Well, what a dream." Qi Jue replied.

Ye Xuanwen touched the residual temperature on the edge of the bowl, Qi Jue must have just bathed, his body smelled delicious, and the moist moisture lingered around his body, bringing a hint of coolness.

Ye Xuanwen's face blushed unconsciously, he wanted to get one step closer to Qi Jue.

But how to take this step, Ye Xuanwen fell into distress.

The night was fleeting, and in another hour, we were about to set off.Qi Jue hesitated at the entrance of the dungeon whether to go in or not.

"Benefactor Qi." Master Zhichan called Qi Jue from behind: "Benefactor Qi is worried about Donor Su."

"He has just experienced the poisonous attack of Baihua Dan, and his body is relatively weak." Qi Jue said: "If possible, please trouble Master Zhichan to take care of him."

Qi Jue said it sincerely, and Master Zhichan should also be forthright: "Amitabha, the poor monk will naturally not embarrass Donor Su. I will definitely explain the Buddhist scriptures to him in person every morning and evening."

"In that case, the junior thank you here."

"Benefactor Qi, you're welcome."

Qi Jue took one last look at Su Mingyu's direction and left the dungeon.

An hour later, Master Zhichan watched their disappearing figures at the gate of the temple, and said to Xu Wangping who was beside him: "Master Xu, let's go back."

"En." Xu Wangping said in a deep voice.

Mudel touched the bottom of Wan Guo Guang Temple, and after searching for a long time, he found the switch leading to the dungeon in a hidden corner.

He took the hanging ladder to the entrance of the dungeon, and found several Buddhist disciples guarding the entrance.

No more, no less, exactly 12 people.

Mudel thought of the long-famous Twelve Bronze Man Formation in the Central Plains martial arts decades ago, and felt a little apprehensive.

"Who are you?" the few Buddhist disciples asked.

"I accidentally got lost here, what are the little masters doing here?"

"We are here to stick to the dungeon of Wan Guo Guang Temple. It's really bad luck for this benefactor to get lost here." A eloquent Buddhist disciple said.

"Zhikong, don't be rude."

"Yes." Zhikong replied reluctantly.

"Have you twelve little masters guarded this place all the time, what about eating, bathing and sleeping?" Mudel pretended to be curious.

"We will take turns in Youshi, and half of the people will go to take a bath. As for the food, someone will bring it to us." A Buddhist disciple said.

"Junior Brother Zhishan, why are you talking so much to him?" Another disciple on the side asked.

"Yes. Zhishan knows his mistake. This benefactor, please come back." Zhishan said clearly.

Mudel walked back, just in time to see a disciple coming down from the hanging ladder, carrying a huge food box.

"Brother Zhizhi." Zhishan called out.

Smart greeted: "Brothers, let's eat first."

Mudel looked back, and saw steaming hot soup on the top of the food box, and dozens of white flour steamed buns lying on the bottom.He looked away calmly, turned around and went up the hanging ladder.

In the middle of the night, Xu Wangping took the key to the dungeon from the room, closed the door and walked into the night.

A voice behind him stopped him: "Master Xu."

"Master Zhichan." Xu Wangping looked at him: "Master came to me late at night, did he want to catch up with me, or did he want to stop me?"

"No." Master Zhichan said: "If you want to seek revenge on Su Mingyu, I will naturally not stop you, just don't scratch that face."

"Naturally." Xu Wangping breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Master Zhichan treats me very well on weekdays, so I should naturally consider it for Master Zhichan, shouldn't I?"

The two of them looked at each other, with a tacit smile on their faces.

After Xu Wangping finished speaking, he turned around and set off. He opened the cell door with a key, and Su Mingyu sat in the corner. His high fever had subsided, but his body still looked weak.

Xu Wangping walked up to Su Mingyu: "The disciples of Qiongshan Sect and Fengyue Sect have already gone back, and Qi Jue and Gu Fanghuai of Wushan Sect have also left. No one will come to see you, let alone protect you gone."

"There is no one to protect me in this world. Whether they are present or not is the same." Su Mingyu looked at Xu Wangping and said, "You'd better let me die here, or I will let you die when I go out." Give it back a hundredfold."

His words were not intense, but with a hint of firmness, making people unconsciously believe what he said.

"Who are you scaring?" Xu Wangping said, "Are you still able to get out?"

"That bald donkey Zhichan told me not to ruin your face. If I didn't want to tear your face apart with him, I would definitely make you completely different." Xu Wangping kicked Su Mingyu hard: "Back then, my Xu family was 43 years old. The population has all died under the clutches of the Holy Ming Cult, their faces buried in the dust, bloody and bloody. How can you enjoy such good treatment."

"Are you telling me this to make me sympathize with you?" Su Mingyu sneered and said, "What does what you said have anything to do with me?"

"I can't understand your feelings. I won't experience it in my life. Because I won't see others kill my relatives. I will only see my relatives kill me."

Xu Wangping stared at him blankly.

"It doesn't matter to me that your family members died unexpectedly. To me, they are just a mass of flesh and blood, no different from the wild dogs and cats that froze to death on the side of the road."

Xu Wangping violently picked up Su Mingyu's collar and threw him against the wall on one side.

There was a gap in Su Mingyu's forehead, blood trickled down his forehead, and flowed across his cheeks, looking a little creepy.

Su Mingyu reached out to wipe the blood on his chin, and the strong smell of blood lingered in his nose.

Xu Wangping grabbed Su Mingyu's hand and clamped his fingers with mahogany clips.

Su Mingyu didn't cry out in pain as he expected.

"I used to use iron, which is infinitely more painful than the instruments of torture here." Su Mingyu looked at him and said, "Do you know the torture department?"

"I stayed there for countless days and nights." Su Mingyu said: "I will occupy there one day and kill all those who have hurt me."

Su Mingyu's voice was very weak, but Xu Wangping could hear a trace of fear. He muttered unconsciously, as if he was looking for a high-sounding reason for his behavior: "Sure enough, anyone who can become the leader of the Holy Ming Sect is It is a scourge. You are so tyrannical, this old body will get rid of your hidden danger for Jianghu martial arts."

Su Mingyu laughed lowly, with indescribable contempt in his tone.He didn't even bother to expose his hypocrisy.

The white-bearded old demon could only hear Xu Wangping's furious roar, but never heard Su Mingyu's words.

He may have been too painful to speak.

"Tomorrow, I will come to see you." Xu Wangping's resentful voice passed through the stone wall to the ears of the white-bearded old demon, followed by a heavy slamming of the door.

Xu Wangping's footsteps gradually faded away.

"Brother Su, are you still alive?" the white-bearded old demon asked.

After a long time, there was a slight reply from the next door: "Yes."

Su Mingyu's outer shirt was soaked in blood, his lips were bitten torn, and his consciousness was not so clear.

But Xu Wangping was not much better.Su Mingyu knew that his bland reaction was the greatest torment for him.

"Why, head Xu went to visit, seems to be in a bad mood?" Master Zhichan watched Xu Wangping detour from the other side, didn't even want to say hello, knowing that he had encountered a difficult situation.

"That villain is really hateful. He has suffered many tortures before, and he didn't pay attention to the torture equipment in the dungeon. He never cried out the pain from the beginning to the end. Not only that, he also kept using words to stimulate me and arouse me. Those unpleasant memories." Xu Wangping said angrily.

"Master Xu's methods are not quite right, and this old monk has seen countless people. The old monk who used to have a stubborn temper can make him submissive. Treat the old monk a little bit, so that he will live in nightmares every night in the future. Among them." Master Zhichan clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

"It seems that I have to learn a lot from Master Zhichan." Xu Wangping said politely.

Master Zhichan smiled and nodded.

"I'll take my leave first." Xu Wangping said, turned around and left, immediately withdrew the smile on his face, and cursed in his heart: old pervert.

Master Zhichan remembered what Qi Jue had told him, saying that Su Mingyu was weak, and he had to take care of him more.The more I think about it, the sadistic desire in my heart will skyrocket.Qi Jue is also good-looking, his temperament is still cold, and his martial arts is also one of the best. I don't know how many people like this kind of person want to spend a spring night with him.

If you can't sleep with Qi Jue, it's not bad to sleep with his sweetheart.

It's a pity that we can't see Qi's pained expression, otherwise it must be more interesting.

Master Zhichan thought to himself, and Zhiti beside him said in a low voice: "Master, it's so late, do you still want to read the Taisang Mi Sutra?"

"Of course it depends. I don't want to see how I can learn this top-secret martial art of the Persian religion."

"The disciple went back first?" Zhi Ti's body trembled unconsciously, and asked softly.

"Do you want to leave as a teacher that much?" Zhichan's face sank.

"Disciple dare not." Zhi Ti hurriedly said.

Zhichan grabbed Zhiti's shoulders: "Of course you want to watch it with me, so I can be more energetic as a teacher, don't you think?"

"Yes." Zhiti replied weakly.

Xu Wangping came every night as scheduled, but no matter how tortured he was, Su Mingyu never showed a look of collapse.

He was a little tired, and one day he bumped into Master Zhichan and asked, "Didn't Master Zhichan promise to help Su Mingyu for me, why hasn't he moved for so long?"

"Has Master Xu been exhausted for days?" Master Zhichan said with a smile, "The Hall of Ten Thousand Buddhas has just been repaired briefly, so it is only free today. Don't worry, after tonight, I promise you will see him differently."

The back kitchen of Wan Guo Guang Temple was in a very remote corner, before it was time for meal, Mudel sneaked into it, searched carefully, and found the giant food box.

There is still residual temperature inside the food box, indicating that it has just been used not long ago.The only place where Wan Guoguang Temple can use this food box is the twelve Buddhist disciples at the entrance of the dungeon.

Mudel thought of the steaming hot soup, and coated the lid of the food box with a layer of colorless and tasteless Shixiang Ruanjinsan.

As soon as he closed the food cover, there was some movement outside the door.

"Who's inside." Chih-chih also heard a little commotion in the dining hall. He was already timid, so he only dared to stand outside the door and yelled. After a while, he found a wooden stick for self-defense, and bravely pushed the door open. .

Taking advantage of this situation, Mudel had already put the food box back to its original position.

Zhizhi pushed open the door and saw that it was Mudel, he was slightly relieved: "Why are you here?"

"I'm so hungry." Mudel said embarrassedly: "It's not time for meal yet, so I'll come here first to find something to eat."

People in the Western Regions eat a lot.Zhizhi muttered something in his heart, picked out two steamed buns and stuffed them for him: "Next time you are hungry, just tell the two juniors in our canteen not to come in by yourself."

"Yes." Mudel responded graciously.

Zhizhi picked up the food box on the side and walked out the door.