Exorcism

In the study room of the library.

Since Fangfang rarely taught people to read and write, the place has become messy and disorganized. Books are discarded everywhere, some are torn to pieces, and there are writings left by brushes everywhere. Someone probably likes the teachings of Meng Yuanhou, so he placed a few books on one wall. The word "against the sky" was written all over it in thick and heavy fonts, covering up other people's "works".

Xiao Qiu couldn't remember anyone in the library talking about heaven-defying arts every day, so he guessed that this must be an introverted child who vented his heart's desire with graffiti all over the wall when no one was around.

He suddenly felt bored, so he started to pack the books. Although he knew that Taoist Pangshan had the ability to restore the study room to its original state in an instant, he still wanted to experience it himself. This was better than sitting alone and motionless in a chair.

Previously, many high-ranking people had come to the building.

The tragedy that happened in the afternoon greatly shocked Pangshan Taoism. At least five chiefs and more than 20 Taoist priests arrived at the same time and took the new disciples to Yangshen Peak. Only Mu Xingqiu was left alone, and he had to wait for punishment here. , and didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to the boy from the same town.

As night fell, the library was empty and unattended. Even Zhang Lingsheng had left, and no village woman came to deliver food. Xiaoqiu patiently packed the books, smoothed the covers gently, and stacked them one by one.

"These books are not of much value." Someone said at the door.

"I know." Xiaoqiu continued to pick up books from the ground.

Xin Youtao lowered his lips and answered without asking any questions: "I have a lot of things, so come here and pack them up. We are going back to Yangshen Peak. Do you need me to bring you a message?"

Xiaoqiu stood up and thought for a while. He had countless things to say to his friends, including Daliang, Shen Xiuming, Shen Hao, Fangfang, etc. He had something to say to every young man in Yelin Town, but he didn't want to borrow It was someone else's word of mouth, so he shook his head, "No need, thank you."

Xin Youtao lowered his lips again and turned around as if to leave, but his steps did not move. "Do you believe what I say this time?"

Xiaoqiu put the two books in her hands on the table and stared blankly at the prince at the door. Xin Youtao was frightened and took a half step back, "I'm not here to laugh at you, really. I said games are battles, you When it is a game, you are still a child. Shen Geng treats it as a battle, so he is not a child. It’s as simple as that.”

"Who were you defeated by?"

"Of course it was you, this morning, don't remember? Oh, and the Shen brothers, they embarrassed me in the dining room. It's a pity that I didn't see you beat Shen Geng.

Xin Youtao spent the whole day hiding in his room savoring his shame alone, missing a "good show".

"No." Xiaoqiu shook her head, "I'm not talking about today, but in the past, when you were in the palace, who defeated you in a game and you will never forget it?"

Xin Youtao's face turned red, and he didn't even have time to cover it up. Then a trace of anger flashed across his face, but in the end he didn't get angry. Instead, he laughed twice, "Defeat? I am a prince, who can..."

He suffered a series of blows today and was in such a bad mood that his ability to lie was much worse. His smile disappeared unconsciously and he changed his words coldly, "It's my brother, to be precise, my stepmother, the current Queen of Xisuke." ”

Xiaoqiu nodded, said nothing more, and continued to pack the books.

It was this kind of calmness and indifference that irritated Xin Youtao. He seemed to have been greatly humiliated, even more serious than the Shen brothers kicking him out of the circle. "You don't understand at all." He shouted at the top of his voice: "You are nothing but He is a wild child in a small town,

He smells bad and knows nothing except fighting! "

Xiaoqiu straightened up and looked at him.

"You don't understand anything!" Xin Youtao rushed into the room, becoming more and more furious, his eyes blazing, as if the young man standing opposite was his life and death enemy, "That's just a game. We were playing in the garden, and for a while he thought Let me ride the horse, and then I pretend to be a horse and let him ride, but... But when I was acting as a horse, my father and the queen happened to come. The queen said, "Look, the future king of Xijie Kingdom is so approachable, and his subjects will like him." '. My father said nothing, but from now on I am nothing, not his son, not the future king. He sent me out of the capital, as far away as possible. The Xuanfu Army was not far enough, so he simply sent me Pangshan!”

Xiaoqiu really didn't understand much. The rules of the royal family seemed unbelievable to him, but he understood the meaning of this story: the queen was Shen Geng. They all used adults' cruel principles to explain children's games, so they easily achieved their goals.

"Are you ready to take revenge?" Xiaoqiu asked.

Xin Youtao was stunned, and then he regretted telling this story. He should have buried it deeply in his heart and never revealed it to anyone, but he actually confided in a wild child, an enemy who had bullied him. What a childish and weak behavior. He lost everything for this reason, only to make the same mistake again.

"If you dare to say a word to others..." Xin Youtao found that he had no means to threaten the other party. He was annoyed and angry, so he turned and ran away.

Xiaoqiu got some comfort from Xin Youtao's gaffe. Seeing the misery of others, her own seemed to be reduced accordingly.

This is a cruel method and a cruel game. Xiaoqiu thought to herself that if she was the one who failed to control her emotions, it would be Xin Youtao who left with satisfaction.

The person who announced the result of punishment to Xiaoqiu was Marquis Meng Yuan. He stood at the door, exactly where Xin Youtao once stood. Behind him was the black sky in the middle of the night. He looked at the words "Defying Heaven" written all over the wall, with half of his face ferocious. Kong twitched slightly, "Mu Xingqiu."

Xiaoqiu stopped and turned around, facing Dujiao.

"You fight and hurt people without authorization in the building, Lao Zufeng will punish you."

"Is Shen Geng dead?" Xiaoqiu was only concerned about this matter. When he was pulled away by a Taoist priest, Shen Geng was lying on the ground with blood on his face, motionless.

Meng Yuanhou didn't seem to want to answer this question, and after a while he said: "You don't have this ability."

"But he can kill Erliang."

"Shen Geng has opened up the three fields. Although he has no inner elixir, he has Taoist profound power. Shen Xiuwei's mortal body cannot withstand this power. On the other hand, Shen Geng's body has been forged to perfection. No matter how powerful you are, you are still a mortal. With the power, as long as he still has breath, he can be saved."

"You never knew he had cleared the three fields?"

This was a question raised by a disciple to Dujiao. It had the following meaning. Meng Yuanhou was silent again before he spoke, "I don't know. No one except his parents knows about it. Of course, I can check directly." His cultivation, but this is impolite."

Xiaoqiu also fell silent. With little experience, he could guess that the word "impolite" contained many subtle conflicts within Pangshan disciples.

"Erliang... was it painful to die?"

Meng Yuanhou lowered his head slightly, and his voice became solemn, "He died after going up the mountain. There was no pain, at least not the pain when Shen Geng was beaten."

"I really hope I can beat Shen Geng to death." Xiaoqiu said calmly, as if it was just a small regret.

"Well, the ambition is not small." Meng Yuanhou finally found the rhythm of talking to Xiaoqiu, "Do you know why you can defeat Shen Geng?"

"Because of Mei Chuan'an's spell."

"That's right, that was originally a very common and elementary mind-reading spell that could freeze the most ordinary fireballs, but you and Qin Lingshuang chanted it at the same time. After the spells overlapped, something unexpected happened - it transformed Shen Geng's power. Bounce back. Shen Geng is basically knocking himself down, giving you a chance to hit him."

"It's a pity that I didn't take advantage of the opportunity."

"You should feel lucky." Meng Yuanhou's tone was gentler than ever. "You don't have the ability, nor the need. You have the energy that others lack, and you will have a bright future by practicing in Pangshan Taoism. Being kicked out of the mountain gate because of a personal grudge is not worth the loss. "

"Am I not expelled?" Xiao Qiu remembered clearly that Meng Yuanhou once warned all the disciples that anyone who dared to fight in private would be expelled from Jinghu Village immediately.

"The Grandmaster and the leaders discussed it for a long time, and finally felt that although you made a mistake, you are excusable and can stay in Pangshan, but you have to think about it in the back mountain for a month?"

"Have you thought about it?"

"It's just a person living in a cave and reflecting on his own mistakes."

Xiaoqiu breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she would not be driven out of Pangshan. The biggest stone in her heart fell to the ground, although this still could not reduce her grief and hatred.

"Is something going to happen to Fangfang?"

Xiaoqiu only had one thing left to worry about. He stayed to ask at the end because he was afraid of hearing the unbearable result too early. "Where is Shen Geng's punishment? He killed a Pangshan disciple."

"He will also have to think about it in the back mountain for five years."

"That's it? Just thinking about your mistakes?" Xiaoqiu couldn't bear the grief and anger.

"This is a very severe punishment for a monk."

"I didn't see it."

"The road to spiritual cultivation is full of difficulties and obstacles. It is not enough to rely on your own efforts alone. There must be pioneers to guide you. This is the responsibility of the cultivators of Yangshen Peak. Shen Geng has been thinking for five years, which means that he will greatly delay condensing Qi into elixir. time, unless someone is willing to help him.”

"His parents would definitely like it."

Meng Yuanhou sneered, "Don't you understand? There is also competition in cultivating the Tao. The further you go, the more intense the competition becomes. No one is willing to sacrifice their time to help others, not even father and son, mother and son. So the Nine Dao Unified Talents The position of Tujiao will be set up, and every Taoist priest who reaches the level of Fengxia must serve as a Tujiao for twenty to fifty years, and we do not do it voluntarily."

Xiaoqiu has nothing to say. Five years later, he may be able to far surpass Shen Geng. This will be the greatest revenge in Shen Geng's opinion, "I will miss the initiation ceremony."

"It's just a ceremony."

"Then...see you in a month."

A wry smile appeared on Meng Yuanhou's broken face, "You will go to Yangshen Peak in a month, but I will not stay there. A disciple has been lost under my care, and no one has a greater responsibility than me. So I have to think about it too.”

"How long?" Xiaoqiu asked in surprise.

"One hundred years." Meng Yuanhou replied casually, "We are on the way, I will take you to the back mountain. Do you want to listen to a word from me?"

Xiaoqiu nodded blankly, still thinking about how long a hundred years would be.

"You will also encounter countless challenges on Yangshen Peak. There are more Taoist disciples there, and they sympathize more with Shen Geng than you. I hope you can think of what I said today when you can't bear it any more -"

Meng Yuanhou raised his head and glanced at the words "against heaven" that were all over the wall. Xiaoqiu thought that Dujiao was going to give another advice like fighting less and focusing on practicing. In the end, he said this:

"We must beat our opponents so that they cannot and dare not fight back from now on."

(End of this volume)