Exorcism

Meng Yuanhou's training methods are quite controversial within Pangshan, but he has been insisting on his own ideas for several years despite all opinions. He only gave a guarantee to the masters and chiefs: no one will die, and Daogen is rare. Yes, he will take good care of it to prevent accidents.

He became a metropolis teacher six years ago, and indeed there were no accidents on Yangshen Peak. Unexpectedly, his promise was broken when he went down the mountain to train new disciples in advance in advance for the first time.

Meng Yuanhou's surveillance cannot be said to be tight, and his response cannot be said to be fast. He is already a Taoist priest in the realm of dining. To him, a group of children with nascent Taoist roots are as slow and weak as newborn babies. Only Shen Geng is a exception.

As soon as Shen Geng's stick changed color, Meng Yuanhou turned around and took action. Most of the audience didn't even notice that the situation had changed. He had already pushed Shen Geng back several steps, but it was still too late.

Shen Geng's stick hit Shen Xiuwei lightly on the chest, just once, like a dragonfly touching water.

Shen Xiuwei's body trembled slightly, still holding the stick in both hands, he glanced down doubtfully, and fell to the ground.

Things happened so fast, and the competition lasted for a while before everyone could react. Several female disciples screamed, and more disciples looked panicked, unprepared for such an accident.

"Zhang Lingsheng, I'll leave this to you." Meng Yuanhou picked up Shen Xiuwei and gave instructions at the same time, then looked at Shen Geng.

Shen Geng stood seven or eight steps away, his left hand pressing on the place where he was pushed, and his right hand holding a dark yellow stick. His face was full of dissatisfaction and suppressed anger, like a child who had been greatly wronged and unfairly treated. He was indeed He is a child, but not an ordinary child, not the kind of child who can be pushed away casually by the master.

"What's wrong with my brother?" Daliang Shen Xiuming rushed to the field, staggered, and almost hit the teacher.

"I'll send him up the mountain." When Meng Yuanhou spoke, he had already withdrawn his gaze and soared into the sky, flying quickly towards the Old Ancestor Peak in the northeast.

Daliang Shen Xiuming looked around in despair, as if he didn't understand what happened, and suddenly asked: "Isn't there healing medicine in the library? Why do you want to go to the mountain? Brother Xiaoqiu, why do you want to take him away?" Erliang.

There was silence in the courtyard.

Xiaoqiu concentrated on the martial arts competition and did not see the scene at that time, but he knew that something serious had happened to Erliang. Unable to answer Daliang's doubts, he walked towards Shen Geng with a stick, but was stopped by Zhang Lingsheng on the way.

"I'll go back to my room." Zhang Lingsheng issued the order majestically, but no one moved. All the children stayed where they were. They seemed to have been hit by a stick, and they were at a loss what to do.

"What did you do to Erliang?" Xiaoqiu asked Shen Geng through Zhang Lingsheng. He was surprised why his voice could still be so calm.

"I said, go back to your room, and you will solve this matter properly." Zhang Lingsheng raised his voice, and some of the children finally turned around obediently, but as soon as Shen Geng opened his mouth, they immediately stopped.

Shen Geng's voice was the same as usual, and even his tone did not change, "Pangshan Taoism does not need useless people, let alone spies with demon seeds. If you get rid of one, you will save yourself a trouble."

This is the first time that Shen Geng expresses his views on demon species. Most people feel surprised and shocked. When he first arrived at the library, he even won over three children from Yelin Town, but he did not show any hostility at that time. .

Zhang Lingsheng was particularly surprised. He turned around and looked at Shen Geng. He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time and didn't even notice anyone walking past him.

Two people face to face,

Xiaoqiu asked calmly: "Did you kill Erliang?"

Shen Geng's answer was equally calm, "I would be surprised if he survives."

Suddenly there was a cry nearby, and Xiao Qingtao leaned on Fangfang's shoulder and cried loudly. She usually kept her voice low when speaking in front of everyone, but now she cried freely.

Daliang Shen Xiuming frowned even more tightly, as if he had just come back to his senses, and said softly: "Kill? Kill? This is impossible! None of us have the ability to kill people! Besides, Meng Dujiao will not let Erliang Death, as well as the masters and leaders!" He turned to Zhang Lingsheng, "Isn't that right?"

"Of course, of course, no one has ever died in the library. You two are not allowed to do anything." Zhang Lingsheng comforted him.

The children present glanced nervously between Mu Xingqiu and Shen Geng. Few thought that Taoist Zhang's warning would have any effect on the two present. Fangfang held the still crying Xiao Qingtao and bit her lip.

Shen Geng let out a short sneer, "Mu Xingqiu, opening your ears makes you feel very powerful, right?"

Xiao Qiu was stunned. He had never disclosed the matter of opening his ears to anyone. How could Shen Geng know about it?

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Lingsheng retorted angrily, "He hasn't started practicing yet, how can he get enlightened?"

Meng Yuanhou warned Xiaoqiu on the first night after he regained consciousness that he would be discovered if he eavesdropped on other people's conversations in Pangshan. Supernormal hearing is also a kind of magic. This ability is extremely hidden for the owner, but In the eyes of stronger Taoist priests, all low-level spells have their traces.

"Have you already opened up the seven orifices?" Xiaoqiu thought of many rumors about Shen Geng, and saw Zhang Lingsheng's fearful eyes towards Shen Geng. He immediately realized that he had underestimated Shen Geng, "You have already opened up the three fields."

Opening the Three Fields is a higher level than opening the Seven Apertures. After it is completed, you can condense your Qi into elixirs. Zhang Lingsheng has not reached this step after studying Taoism for many years, but Shen Geng, who is in his teens, has achieved it.

"Of course." Shen Geng's eyes turned to Xiaoqiu's stick and found that it had also turned dark yellow, "Do you think I will be in the same realm as you?"

Shen Geng's calm voice had a hint of sarcasm. In this courtyard, he was the only strong man. He was willing to stand here and answer questions, which was a great concession. "I gave you a chance to be my friend, but you fell into depravity and preferred to be with non-demons. I think that's because the influence of the demon species has not been completely eliminated, so you are afraid to get along with real Taoists. I gave you another chance to be my opponent, but you actually let your followers challenge me and humiliate me in this way. Or, are you too scared to fight me?"

The courtyard was quiet.

Xiao Qingtao stopped crying, and Daliang Shen Xiuming was stunned. Zhang Lingsheng looked anxiously at the Laozu Peak in the northeast. The Grandmaster and the First Seats should have sent someone over at this time.

Xiaoqiu had encountered many challenges since he was a child, and there will be more in the future, but only this time made him remember it for the rest of his life. He would remember the boy opposite him who was half a head shorter than him, speaking with a tone of contempt to the bone, as if he was a master standing on a luxurious car; he would remember the silence around him, and many children just watched, blending into the rigid houses around him; he would remember that his heart was steady and strong, but hatred was like a wildfire in the hot summer, sweeping across the grass and trees, and everything was charred.

The atmosphere in the field began to change, and Zhang Lingsheng subconsciously took a step back, "You..."

Two dark yellow sticks collided right in front of Zhang Lingsheng, and the harsh sound almost broke his eardrums, and then dozens of fragments flew over, and he quickly dodged.

It was Xiaoqiu's stick that exploded, and only a short piece was left in his hand.

Shen Geng's stick was intact, but he was not satisfied, and he was not in a hurry to attack. He turned the stick in a circle with one hand, and then slowly took a step forward. The color of the stick dropped to green, and there was no need to use too much force on Xiaoqiu.

Several children from Yelin Town told Xiaoqiu to run away in fear. Zhang Lingsheng shouted angrily, "Stop, don't do it!"

These voices had no effect on Shen Geng or Xiaoqiu. He threw away the stick in his hand, stretched out his right arm, and calmly chanted five words with his palm facing Shen Geng, "Cuo or Luo Ruo Mo."

"Cuo or Luo Ruo Mo." Another voice chanted the spell at the same time as him - Fangfang walked to his side without knowing when, with the same posture as him, and the voice was flat.

Nearly 140 new disciples of Pangshan Taoist sect were shocked when they heard the mantra left by the madman Mei Chuan'an for the first time. Some of them turned pale, some covered their ears, and some even looked around nervously, thinking that the demon would appear out of thin air with this spell.

Shen Geng's mouth corners raised slightly, revealing a smile. He saw a small piece of air two feet away tremble twice in succession. As a person who was open to three fields, he saw it much more clearly than ordinary people. "That's it?" He said, raising the stick and stabbing it into the air, trying to confirm the falsehood and powerlessness of this spell.

Bang!

The other end of the stick seemed to be tightly grasped by two invisible strong giant hands, twisting at a very fast speed. Shen Geng had to resist at first, but he only lasted for a breath. The whole person was suddenly thrown up, turned twice in the air, and fell heavily to the ground. The stick turned into powder in an instant.

The courtyard was once again occupied by silence, so that every word of a farmer singing outside the village was as clear as if it was in his ears.

Xiao Qiu walked to Shen Geng's side and looked down at that delicate and beautiful face. Even if it suffered an unexpected blow, it did not show panic.

Xiao Qiu looked deep into those eyes, hoping to find a reason from them. Everything should have a reason. Shen Geng's so-called "real" turned out to be murderous. Erliang Shen Xiuwei envied and even admired this child. Even after leaving that table, he never said a bad word about him, but Shen Geng still killed him.

There must be a reason.

But those eyes were filled with impenetrable mist. Xiaoqiu could not find the reason or the motive. Everything seemed to be just an insignificant game, a child's game.

Xiaoqiu understood that this was indeed a game, and Shen Geng was indeed a child. He had the childishness of children of the same age, and even more cruelty. The only difference was that he chose humans as the object of the game: he killed Erliang just like a child who was in high spirits killing a beetle that happened to pass by.

Xiaoqiu rode on Shen Geng, raised his fist, and hit those two melancholy and beautiful eyes in turn. He wanted to shatter the mist inside. He wanted to see if there was still a trace of pity and sympathy behind the mist. He hit them hard, treating those two eyes as his toys and his beetle.

The crowd screamed, but Xiaoqiu turned a deaf ear. His open ears were useless at this time. Countless arms came to pull one after another, but Xiaoqiu's fists were completely unaffected. He was hitting the target with the power of lifting the boulder on the Laozu Peak. Even Zhang Lingsheng could not stop him.

Blood splattered, the mist dissipated, and Xiaoqiu saw that there was nothing in those eyes, just a void.

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