Chapter 810: Punishment


    On the way from Yunshui City to Yanshui City, there were no people taking a bus.


    Mo Hua held her hands behind her back, pinched her fingers slightly, and then she walked in front of her like a heart-to-heart relationship.


    Gu Changhuai and the other two followed silently.


    Gu Quan couldn''t help but whisper: "Dian Si, Mr. Mo is this, how did you recognize the way?"


    He couldn''t understand at all.


    Gu Changhuai frowned slightly, "Just follow..."


    "Yes." Gu Quan dared not say much.


    Gu Changhuai silently looked at him again, swaying in front, walking in the ink painting like the "little charlatan", and sighed silently in his heart.


    Although he couldn''t understand the kid Mo Hua before.


    But now he found that he was becoming less and less able to understand.


    I don’t know where this strange skill was learned from...


    Mo Hua walked in front, either confidently, or stopped and looked around, or used his spiritual sense to identify cause and effect. After walking for a while, Mo Hua suddenly stopped and pointed to a small wood on the side of the road and said:


    "here…"


    The causal line is broken here.


    In other words, something covers the traces and cuts off the deduction of cause and effect.


    This little wood is very problematic.


    Gu Changhuai nodded, "Let''s go over and take a look, you follow behind, be careful."


    "Um."


    Mo Hua nodded.


    He still knew this.


    With Uncle Gu here, if you can be lazy, you will be lazy. If you can not do it yourself, then you don’t need to do it.


    Gu Changhuai walked in front and walked towards the woods.


    Mo Hua followed him honestly and treated Gu Changhuai as a "shield".


    Gu An and Gu Quan, one left and one right, protecting ink paintings.


    The four of them walked towards the woods in this situation.


    After walking about a stick of incense, the trees were sparse, and a station appeared in front of me.


    The station is a bit dilapidated and remote. Not far away, there is a fork of Yanshui River, and the river water flows slowly.


    There is also a horse shed in front of the station. In the horse shed, there are two horses and a simple carriage.


    Mo Hua and the others looked at each other, their expressions were a little confused.


    "Station?"


    In such a remote place, has a station been built?


    Moreover, there are mountains and forests hidden, afraid that others will know.


    Gu Changhuai let go of his spiritual sense, glanced at it briefly, and then said, "Go in and take a look."


    "Yes." Gu An and Gu Quan nodded.


    When he walked closer, before he entered the station, a big man suddenly came out of the door, with a beard on his face and a fierce look, shouting at everyone:


    "What are you doing?"


    Gu Changhuai looked calm, "I want to hurry on the road. I see you have a post station and want to hire a few horses."


    "Hurry on the way?" The man frowned, looked at Gu Changhuai and the others, and opened his mouth and said, "The deposit of ten thousand spirit stones. The rent is 100 spirit stones per horse per day. If the horse dies, the deposit will not be refunded."


    Gu Changhuai''s eyes were slightly condensed: "Is it a little expensive?"


    "If you think it''s expensive, don''t rent it." The man was impatient, "Look at how you look like a young man from a noble family, why can''t you even get ten thousand spirit stones?"


    Gu Changhuai raised his eyebrows slightly, "Okay."


    The big man stretched out his hand, "Give the spirit stones, I''ll give you the horse."


    "No hurry," Gu Changhuai breathed a sigh of relief, "I''m a little tired from rushing on the road. Take a rest here and have a drink of tea."


    The big man looked unhappy, "There is no tea, only horses. Give me the spirit stone and lead the horse and leave quickly."


    Gu Changhuai said lightly: "You run the inn and don''t do tea business?"


    The big man hesitated for a moment and smiled and said, "The tea business can also be done, a thousand spirit stones and a pot of tea."


    He thought that if he spoke loudly, Gu Changhuai would retreat when he saw the difficulties.


    Unexpectedly, Gu Changhuai nodded and said, "Okay."


    The big man was stunned and his eyes were not kind, "You hear it clearly. What I''m talking about is a thousand spirit stones and a pot of tea."


    Gu Changhuai looked disdainful, "What, just a thousand spirit stones, do you think this young master can''t afford to drink?"


    After listening to the Mo Hua, who was hiding behind Gu Changhuai, couldn''t help but complain in his heart:


    One thousand spirit stones and a pot of tea?


    No matter how many spirit stones there are, they are not so splendid.


    Uncle Gu is really too corrupt.


    The man''s face changed when he heard this, and his eyes stared at Gu Changhuai indifferently:


    "You are not here to drink tea or hire horses. Who are you and what are you doing here?"


    Gu Changhuai said calmly: "I am here to invite you to have tea."


    "Please give us some tea?" The big man frowned.


    Gu Changhuai nodded: "Please go to Daotingsi for tea."


    As soon as the three words "Daotingsi" were released, the man''s eyes were fierce and murderous intent suddenly appeared.


    From the woods, stables, post stations, and broken buildings, a sinister hidden weapon flew out, flashing green light, and came towards the four people of Mo Hua.


    Gu An drew his sword and blocked a hidden weapon.


    After Gu Quan blocked another record, he protected Mo Hua and blocked the hidden weapon that attacked Mo Hua.


    And Gu Changhuai only stretched out his hand gently.


    The hidden weapon that went straight to his heart and was quenched with poison stopped in the air, and was then crushed by one of his hands.


    Seeing that the hidden weapon was invalid, several monks rushed out around immediately.


    Most of these monks have their cultivation levels in the middle stage of foundation building. They are fierce and experienced in their skills. They probably have done many such hidden weapons to attack and kill and rob.


    Just in front of the few people in the ink painting, especially Gu Changhuai, who is in the Daoting Department and has a cultivation level in the Jindan realm, it is somewhat worth mentioning.


    Gu An and Gu Quan combine the swords with each other, and the sword is sharp.


    Gu Changhuai condensed the wind blade and his spiritual power was brilliant.


    Ink painting uses fireball techniques to make soy sauce.


    Although this place is still in the second-grade state, Gu Changhuai cannot use the power of the golden elixir, but in less than ten breaths, he took down these people.


    The only thing missing was that big man.


    When Gu Changhuai crushed the hidden weapon with his bare hands, he looked frightened. He knew that Gu Changhuai''s cultivation was definitely extraordinary. Even if it was not a golden elixir, he might be the peak of foundation building, so he ran away early.


    But Mo Hua did not let him go.


    A water jail technique condensed out of thin air, setting the man for two breaths.


    Gu Changhuai flicked his fingers gently, and a wind blade broke one of his legs.


    A bloodshot slipped out of the big man''s legs, and then he fell to the ground immediately, struggling but couldn''t get up.


    Gu An stepped forward and locked it with Daotingsi''s spirit-binding lock.


    At this point, all the monks at the post station were taken away.


    Gu An and Gu Quan dragged all the monks at the post station upstairs, closed the doors and windows, and then asked sternly:


    "Say, who are you?"


    Several monks lowered their eyebrows and remained silent.


    Gu An drew his knife, put it on one of the monks'' neck, and said in a deep voice:


    “Do you say it or not?”


    The blade pressed against the flesh and blood oozed out. The monk gritted his teeth and still said nothing.


    Mo Hua shook his head, "They are not honest and refuse to tell the truth..." Then his eyes lit up, "Do you want to be tortured?"


    Gu An and Gu Quan were stunned.


    Gu Changhuai''s eyelids also jumped slightly.


    Gu An hesitated and said, "Daotingsi''s torture instruments are not convenient to take out. We were in a hurry when we went out, so we didn''t bring them..."


    "It''s okay," Mo Hua looked excited, "I''ll take it!"


    After Mo Hua finished speaking, he took out a formation punishment board from the storage bag and said proudly:


    "This is the latest model, it has been repeatedly improved, and I have added a lot of formations to it..."


    Or the eighteen-patterned formation!


    I learned Eighteen-patterned patterns before, but I had no place to use it. I felt itchy for a while, so I temporarily drew it on the punishment board.


    However, he hasn''t used this formation penal board for a long time.


    After all, he was confined before and could only move in the Qianxuezhou community, and he did not have the opportunity to use this punishment board.


    Ink painting is very regrettable.


    Unexpectedly, the opportunity came just a few days after it came out.


    The ink painting is very happy.


    He had long wanted to try the power of this latest version of the formation torture instrument.


    Looking at the happy ink painting, Gu An was silent, and then looked at Gu Changhuai silently.


    Gu Changhuai sighed at the torture instrument that was familiar but improved compared to before, and nodded to indicate that he had a default.


    Mo Hua handed the torture instrument to Gu An and said, "If you ask them to kneel down, you should be honest."


    Gu An had no choice but to put the iron plate of torture instruments on the ground and pressed one of the monks to kneel on it.


    In the moment, light flowed on the iron plate and spiritual power was delivered, and the monk let out a howl like a pig slaughtering.


    Seeing this, several other monks looked slightly pale, and then turned their heads one after another and glared at Mo Hua.


    "What do you think I do?"


    "Oh, I understand!" Mo Hua thought for a moment and suddenly realized, "You are brothers, and you want to share the joys and sorrows. You also want to experience this ironclad!"


    "Coincidentally, I did a few more to experiment, and you happen to be one of them."


    After Mo Hua finished speaking, he took out four sets of punishment boards from the storage bag.


    At this moment, the group of monks immediately turned pale, looking at Mo Hua as if looking at the "evil ghost" in hell.


    When Mo Hua looked at them again, they were frightened and their eyes dodged, and they dared not look at Mo Hua again.


    Mo Hua nodded to express satisfaction.


    The big man before sneered, "Forget it, little kid, you underestimate us too much. Even if you kill us, you can''t even ask anything from us."


    "Oh?" Mo Hua became interested, "Hard bone, I like it."


    His divine thoughts moved slightly, and the monk kneeling on the iron plate wailed even louder.


    The eighteen-patterned formation is not something he can bear at all.


    He wanted to speak, but when he turned around and saw the man''s threatening eyes, he immediately endured it again until he fainted from the pain and never spoke.


    "This iron plate is powerful enough, but the process of ''torture'' is still a little more simple..."


    Mo Hua said silently in her heart. On the other side, the big man looked at the ink painting with a sneer.


    "We brothers are all desperate people, and your head is tied to your belt to live. You want to use this method to force your confession. You are too young."


    Too tender?


    Then let’s play with something that’s not too young.


    Mo Hua said with a smile:


    "Since that''s the case, let''s play a game."


    The leading man sneered: "What game?"


    Mo Hua said: "You are tortured together, kneel on the torture board and answer my questions."


    "Whoever answers first will I withdraw the sentence and prevent him from suffering."


    "How is it?" The ink painting said with interesting interest, "It''s time to test your brotherly friendship. I also want to know if you can share the joys and sorrows..."


    The man in charge of the leader changed his expression.


    This kid is such a vicious scheming!


    Mo Hua looked at Gu An and Gu Quan. The two understood the meaning of Mo Hua, spread the iron plate that was put on the ground, and then pressed all of these desperate bandits on the iron plate.


    The ink painting opens the formation one by one.


    As the formation patterns flow, the spiritual power of the formation is like a sword, like a sea of ??fire, like an ice cellar, and the taste is hard to describe for a moment.


    A group of desperate bandits were all white as paper, and their foreheads were sweating coldly. Several of them even spoke in pain.


    "Okay, now listen to the first question!" Mo Hua said seriously, "What did you eat at noon?"


    This issue is very unreconciliatory.


    Even Gu Changhuai and the other two were stunned for a moment.


    No matter what serious things are, what did they eat for lunch?


    These desperadoes didn''t know what Mo Hua was thinking, so they gritted their teeth and didn''t say it.


    But if they don’t say that the formation of the execution will not stop, and the pain of alternating swords, water and fire is not pleasant.


    Finally, someone spoke.


    "I ate...beef..."


    Mo Hua''s eyebrows jumped and praised, "Very good!" Then he waved his hand gently and closed his punishment board.


    The man escaped, gasping heavily, with a look of gratitude on his face.


    Others, seeing that Mo Hua really kept her promise, were asking this kind of "no pain or itch" question, and immediately felt shaken.


    "Now, the second question!" Mo Hua said again, "How old are you?"


    This time, after only a few breaths, someone replied, "One Hundred and Thirty..."


    Mo Hua nodded, and also exempted him from punishment.


    Then he asked: "What''s your surname?"


    Before he finished speaking, someone replied, "My surname is Zhao!"


    Mo Hua abides by the agreement and stops his formation and torture instruments.


    After this, Mo Hua asked another round of questions, mostly "harmless" small things, with the purpose of cultivating these people''s habit of answering questions.


    After one round, only the leading man gritted his teeth and said nothing.


    Mo Hua ignored him and continued:


    "Okay, let''s start the second round."


    After saying that, he activated all the punishment formations again.


    For a moment, these monks who had a moment of breathing were faced with a new round of "torture".


    "The second round, the first question..." Mo Hua''s eyes moved slightly, "What name do you use on the Tao?"


    This question is a little more confidential, but it is just right.


    Soon, someone could not stand the punishment of the formation and spoke:


    "Brothers on the way, please raise me and call me ''Do Liu Master''..."


    Mo Hua frowned slightly.


    He has no impression of this name.


    Could it be from outside?


    Mo Hua nodded slightly and asked the second question again.


    From this question, we need to increase our intensity step by step.


    "What are you here for?"


    The atmosphere was a little solemn for a moment.


    These desperate bandit cultivators were silent.


    There are some things they can say, but there are some things they obviously can''t speak.


    Ink painting is not in a hurry.


    Even if the same group of people fight to rob each other, call themselves brothers and brothers, they are cruel and ruthless, but their tolerance for pain is different.


    Some people can stand it, but some must be unable to stand it.


    Sure enough, after a moment, someone whispered: "We are... ordered to run this inn..."


    "Business?" Mo Hua sneered.


    The man had already spoken, so he could only say with a stingy head, "This place is remote and there are few people. If a fat sheep comes, you can earn some extra money..."


    "Who is your order?" Mo Hua asked again.


    "I…"


    Before he could speak, he was scolded by the big man and said, "Shut up!"


    Mo Hua glanced at the leader of the man.


    Gu An understood what he meant, so he immediately took out a black cloth, tied the big man''s mouth, and prevented him from speaking.


    "Continue." Mo Hua said.


    The monk gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and said tremblingly: "You said... just ask one question, I have answered two of them just now..."


    Mo Hua suddenly realized, "Yes!"


    Be a person who has faith in words, and so is he punished.


    Mo Hua really let him go, but turned his eyes to the remaining people, "I''ll give you this opportunity."


    Even if there was one person who couldn''t stand the pain of the blade transfer, the water and fire entering the body, he answered quickly:


    "It''s my brother! My brother let us stay at this inn!"


    After seeing that some brothers answered the questions, they didn''t have to suffer anymore, and he still knelt on his torture instruments and endured the unbearable pain.


    People are not worried about being weak, but are worried about being inequality.


    He is afraid of his brother''s suffering.


    I am even more afraid that my brothers will enjoy their own happiness and that I will suffer.


    "Brother also said, let us do our best and be clean and neat, and don''t make any trouble. After the matter is done, we will give us a large amount of spirit stones, and we will be particularly merciful. Let us go to the boat for a night of leisure..."


    As soon as these words came out, Gu Changhuai and others were slightly moved.


    Mo Hua asked, "What boat?"


    “Yes… it’s a flower boat.”


    "What flower boat?"


    The monk said, "We came from another place. We don''t know what the flower boat is called, we only know that the orioles sing and dancing on the boat, and there are... many women..."


    "How to get on the boat?"


    "I don''t know this. Unless someone leads the way, no one knows the entrance to board the ship and can''t get on the ship."


    Mo Hua nodded, and also exempted him from punishment, and then turned around and continued to ask:


    "Who is the ''big brother'' you mentioned?"


    He pointed to the leading man with a beard and bearded mouth tied, "...it shouldn''t be this waste."


    The leader of the man said "whimper" and looked at the ink painting with anger.


    "No..." A monk with a scar on his face said.


    Mo Hua asked: "Who is he?"


    The scar monk looked anxious.


    He wanted to say, but he couldn''t say...


    Mo Hua roughly understood, thought for a while, and then said, "Okay, don''t say it, I''ll just need to answer."


    The Scar monk nodded.


    "Your big brother..." Mo Hua''s eyes were deep and he calculated in secret, "Are you proficient in water-based martial arts?"


    The scar monk looked shocked and nodded.


    "Has he... killed many people?"


    Scar monk nodded silently.


    "Then is his name..." Mo Hua''s gaze suddenly became sharp, "...Shui Yan Luo?"


    The leader was anxious and angry, his eyes wide open, but he could not speak.


    The scar monk glanced at the big man, was silent for a moment, and nodded slowly, "Yes."


    Sure enough!


    The eyes of the ink painting are slightly bright.


    Finally I caught my braid!


    Afterwards, ink paintings were mixed and asked some other things.


    After such a series of trouble, these desperate bandit cultivators could not "flee" anymore, so they honestly told them all.


    Brothers should share the joys and sorrows.


    Whoever speaks slowly will have to endure more hardships.


    They are naturally not happy.


    After asking, Gu Changhuai tied them up, took Gu An and Gu Quan and searched the station separately.


    Gu An walked beside Gu Changhuai and said with some emotion:


    "Young Master Xiao Mo is really smart and has many ways..."


    Gu Changhuai''s eyes stagnated, but his expression seemed a little solemn.


    Not smart, but too smart...


    I don’t know who raised this child and who was influenced by him. His expression seemed innocent, but his eyes showed insight into human nature.


    Play all the desperate bandit cultivators in their hands.


    The dissolution and provocation were exerted, and the grace and punishment were pried open the mouths of these bandits.


    Many old Diansi can''t play with this method.


    This child will be fine if he takes the right path in the future, otherwise he will go wrong and become a demon cultivator who manipulates people''s hearts. That picture is simply unimaginable...


    Gu Changhuai sighed deeply.


    Thank you for the reward for the slaughter~


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    (This chapter ends)