Chapter 137 Penalty

The little girl didn't answer. She turned her head angrily and walked with her head buried. For the next journey, she was so angry that she didn't say anything again.

After the notification, Qin Yan was introduced into the inner hall.

Qin Yan walked in and saw Du Gusheng sitting leisurely on the couch tasting tea, so he did not open his mouth to call, but slightly aggravated his footsteps.

Dugu Sheng was admiring the pattern on the lid of the bowl. Hearing Qin Yan's footsteps, he did not raise his eyelids and said lightly, "Why did you come so late and not salute to the elders?"

Qin Yan said, "My disciple's old injury has not healed. He walks slowly and can't arrive in time. He is afraid of disturbing his uncle Yaxing, so he dares not act rashly. I hope his uncle will forgive him."

Dugusheng glanced at him coldly: "What are you holding in your arms?"

"It's a book." Qin Yan didn't explain much. Although the door rules prohibit secretly learning many techniques, it is also aimed at the magic skills of this sect. It does not control martial arts such as swordsmanship and other martial arts in the secular world, and encourages disciples to recite the Buddhist scriptures more in their spare time. Most of the Tibetan scriptures are books.

Dugusheng didn't understand his answer. After waiting for a long time, he asked, "What is it?"

Qin Yan immediately realized that he heard the "book" as "uncle", so he replied with a smile, "Uncle, these are all books brought by disciples from outside."

Dugu Sheng snorted coldly and said, "As the chief disciple of the sect, you don't practice your martial arts, but go to learn those sideways in the secular martial arts. It's really stubborn!"

Qin Yan replied, "That's the lesson from my uncle." Looking at his smile, how can he admit his mistake?

Dugusheng probably felt that it was meaningless to teach this man a lesson verbally. He put down the bowl in his mouth and said in a low voice, "I called you this time mainly to test the results of your advanced task. The deadline for the task was yesterday. You are one day late, but if you can hand in the task items, you can avoid some punishment. Have you brought your things?"

Qin Yan sneered in his heart. Exemption from partial punishment? It's up to you how to punish. Do you want to triple the penalty and exempt me from half?

He shook his head, sighed, and said, "To tell you the truth, it's really not good for my disciples to go out this time. Not to mention the traces of blood-clothed thieves, they were seriously injured by decent people. They are really ashamed of their expectations for their masters and uncles. The disciples are willing to be punished!" The head of the blood thief has been taken away by the blood wolf monk, and there is no way to explain it. And even if the head is still in Qin Yan's hands, he will not give it to the old man in front of him.

"That is to say, you haven't completed the task at all?" There is a hint of coldness in Dugusheng's voice.

"Yes."

Dugusheng sighed and said heavily, "The blood-clothed thief was also the best figure in my mother-in-law. No matter how powerful it is, it is the best choice. It has made a great reputation in the martial arts of the Three Kingdoms. It is really difficult for you juniors to deal with him. Originally, this difficult task should not be done by you. Even if you draw it, you can choose to change the task. However, because it was you who drew the task, I think you are the chief disciple of the sect. You have followed the elders of the sect with a sense of cultivation. You may have a strength to deal with him, so I let you do it. Now it seems that maybe I'm wrong!"

Qin Yan lowered his head and said, "I'm really ashamed that I failed my uncle's expectations." He scolded in his heart: Old man, it's really yours! You remember it for me!

Dugusheng stared at his face and said, "Are you still blaming me in your heart?"

"I dare not! The uncle loves it, and it's too late for the disciple to be grateful. How dare he be angry with his uncle?

"As long as you don't blame me." Dugusheng picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip and said, "I am also responsible for you for failing to complete the advanced task, and I am also very ashamed. However, after all, the door rule is the door rule, alas..."

Qin Yan said, "Uncle, you don't have to blame yourself. It's all disciples..." This sentence disgusted him. It seems that he is still not completely used to the atmosphere of the devil's door. He paused for a moment and then continued, "Please don't hesitate to deal with it according to the rules. I will be grateful for my uncle's kindness.

Dugusheng took a deep look at him, then closed his eyes, closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, and said, "As the chief disciple, you have not been able to rush back to the sect on time, and you have not obtained the task items. According to the rules of the door, you should... go to the Wusheng Pavilion to be punished and meditate yourself. The date... is set for five days!"

The three words "Wusheng Pavilion" came to his ears, and Qin Yan, who was originally calm, couldn't help but be moved. Wusheng Pavilion, which is the legendary punishment with a rate of 99 perishment. Only a few uncrazy surviving people also fell ill after coming out, and they could recover for many days. And the longest known record of entering the Wusheng Pavilion is only three days!

Old man, are you going to tear your face completely?

Although Qin Yan pretended to be a rare genius in 500 years, he was not arrogant enough to be confident that he could surpass all his predecessors. Therefore, he had no choice but to sneer at this near-death punishment.

"Uncle, this punishment seems to be a little heavy. Do I have any other choice?"

"Maybe it's a little heavy. As the chief, just take more responsibility." Dugusheng didn't seem to want to talk nonsense with him anymore. He buttoned a few cases with his fingers and called out, "Yan Yu, Ye Ying, Xiaoxiang, take him to Wusheng Pavilion!"

Three people immediately came in outside the hall. The first man, Diao Qiu, was beautiful and strutting. He was Yan Yu, who had a high demand to win the championship in the last chief battle. Ye Ying was a plain-looking teenager with a long sword on his back and followed Yan Yu step by step. Finally, the blue-shirted girl who brought Qin Yan came here. As soon as she came in, she stared at Qin Yan angrily. Qin Yan knew that her name was Xiaoxiang.

Seeing the three people approaching, Qin Yan's heart suddenly sank. Yan Yu alone is almost the same as him. Coupled with Ye Ying and lonely victory, he doesn't even have a chance to escape.

He turned around and took a step back and said in a low voice, "Uncle, I want to see the master before I accept punishment."

In any case, the blood wolf monk can never watch his proudest disciple be escorted to death.

Dugusheng didn't say anything. Yan Yu replied for him, "The doorkeeper is not in the door. You can't see him."

"How can it be? Didn't he just come back?"

"He came back less than a day and went out again. Brother Qin, don't be lucky anymore.

"You should call me the chief brother!" Qin Yan stared at him, "Where's Uncle Yan? I want to see her!"

"Master Yan is practicing in isolation, and no one has disappeared. Brother Qin, please?

Qin Yan's heart completely sank into the abyss. Can't I even get through this?