Exorcism

"I know magic, don't fight with her.

Daliang Shen Xiuming only had time to explain, and Xiaoqiu left with Zhou Ping. He was anxious and afraid, and walked around in circles for several times, but finally followed out cruelly.

Both sides of the road were lined with disciples from Zhiyongsuo, watching Xiaoqiu and Zhou Ping walking towards the village. The white steam exhaled in the cold weather covered their numb eyes. Occasionally, someone would follow them, and they were all members of Zhou Ping's small gang. , halfway through, the senior brother also appeared, with more than ten people following Xiaoqiu side by side, more like his bodyguards.

The disciple working in the kitchen held up a ladle and stood at the door shouting: "It's time to eat, big chunks of pork, come quickly -" His voice was like a column of water dripping from the eaves, which instantly condensed into ice.

"What's the matter?" The voice suddenly stopped, leading to the older disciple in the warehouse. When he saw this strange team, he immediately understood what was going on and reminded loudly: "Don't cause trouble!"

The eldest brother pointed his finger at him without saying a word, but the look on his face clearly issued a warning. The older disciple did not dare to say another word and turned around to return to the warehouse.

Xin Youtao stood leaning against the door with his hands on his sleeves, staring at Xiaoqiu from a distance, following her all the way.

When Xiaoqiu and Zhou Ping walked away, the onlookers began to follow. There was a mess of slow footsteps on the snow. Daliang scratched his head and saw Zhang Qi's figure shaking in the kitchen. He hurriedly ran over, "Zhang Qi, Brother Zhang, you have to take care of..."

Zhang Qi shook his head with a smile, scooped up a few large pieces of pork with a spoon, put it on the protruding rice bowl, and handed it to Daliang, "It's just for fun, don't worry about it."

Da Liang thought that he was so stupid. Zhang Qi didn't even have Dao roots. How could an ordinary middle-aged man have the ability to intervene in the fight between his disciples? Pushing away his rice bowl, he ran towards the weighing place in the center of the village and shouted breathlessly: "Taoist Zhang, Taoist Zhang..."

Zhang Lingsheng walked to the door and closed it.

Daliang was stunned for a moment, knowing that he could no longer find anyone to help him at the Zhiyong Institute, so he had to quickly catch up with Xiaoqiu in front of him, hoping to persuade him to surrender. The teachings made it clear that in the face of magic, close combat Techniques don't mean much. No matter how good Xiaoqiu is in fighting, how can he possibly defeat the old lady who has already condensed her energy into elixir?

Daliang went around in a circle, ran in front of Xiaoqiu and others, and gestured to him, meaning that the things were not important, so don't let anything happen to him. But what made him angry and inexplicable was that Xiaoqiu actually smiled at him. This bastard, Are you so brave that you risk your life?

Xiaoqiu has already reached the end of the village. He has not yet decided whether to fight. After all, he and his mother do not know each other at all. He only wonders about one thing - how many mistakes must the disciple of Condensing Qi Cheng Dan make before he is expelled? Where does it come from?

There is a lonely small courtyard at the end of the village where I live. The low fence wall is covered with a layer of snow and there is no door.

When Xiaoqiu arrived at the entrance, Zhou Ping rushed to the front yard and shouted flatteringly: "Mother, I have found Mu Xingqiu for you."

According to Xiao Qiu's opinion, I must be an old woman, at least not young, but what came out of the house was a childish girl who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, not tall, and not wearing a robe. , but wrapped in a leather jacket like Zhang Qi, without a hairpin on his head, and his hair was not pulled up, hanging casually on the back of his head.

Glancing through the door, Xiaoqiu noticed that the room was well-equipped with lacquered tables, smooth cushions, and even carpets.

I stood on the hard snow, folded my arms and tilted my head, looking at the large group of teenagers outside. That rigid face without any expression made Xiao Qiu feel familiar...

Zhou Ping seems to have long forgotten what Taoist etiquette is.

He bowed like an ordinary person and pointed at Xiao Qiu, "I am the one who said arrogantly that he is the best in Zhiyong, while others are like embroidered pillows. He also said a lot of bad things about me. , I can’t even learn it.”

My eyes fell on Xiaoqiu.

"He's lying. Brother Xiaoqiu doesn't even know who I am, how could he say bad things?" Daliang shouted from behind.

The eldest brother turned around to look for the person who spoke. Daliang immediately shrank his head and hid behind other disciples. The eldest brother didn't find anyone, so he glanced around with warning eyes before turning back.

Zhou Ping continued to provoke, "Mu Xingqiu is so crazy. He had a fight with Shen Geng and Shen Ji in Jinghu Village three years ago. He was quite disrespectful to Yang Dujiao when he was at Yangshen Peak. Everyone knows this. When it comes to Zhiyong, So he was also dissatisfied with the Yang family and said a lot of bad things, my mother..."

Xiaoqiu suddenly realized at this time - it turns out that this old lady looks like Yang Baozhen, they must be a family, but the Shen and Yang families are so powerful in Pangshan, why would they let their relatives be sent here? He was even more puzzled.

The old lady waved her hand, and Zhou Ping immediately shut up, bowed and stepped aside.

"Guan Shenyue, is he the one who beat you so hard that you couldn't fight back?" I spoke, her voice as clear as a girl's, but her tone was a bit lazier than that of a businessman, not like a Taoist girl at all.

The senior brother named Guan Shenyue blushed, lowered his head and said, "His skills are too fast, he doesn't look like he is just a disciple of Huotong Santian."

I stuck out my lower lip like a scoundrel boy and shook my head disdainfully, "Originally, this is none of my business, but you guys send me gifts every day, so I have no choice but to do it."

"But I have a rule -" my voice became stern, "I will never be used as a tool for others in this life. Do you guys think you can bribe me with just a few gifts?"

Zhou Ping, Guan Shenyue and others were all stunned. They never expected that they would be the ones to be scolded in the end after sending Mu Xingqiu here.

"Mom, how dare we bribe you? Mu Xingqiu is indeed disrespectful to you." Guan Shenyue lied bravely and lowered his head as soon as he said a word. Zhou Ping grimaced, knowing that things were going to be bad.

"He's disrespectful to me, why are you anxious? Why haven't I seen you care so much about me before? Do you think I'm a fool?" I spoke louder and louder, and became more severe. Suddenly, I waved my hands together and shot out several lines of fire.

The line of fire was not only aimed at Zhou Ping and the others, but also their group.

Everyone's right chest was on fire. They were so frightened that they threw themselves to the ground, rolled around to put out the fire, got up and ran away. The disciples who were watching the excitement made way for them. Zhou Ping and the senior brother must have been burned a bit seriously, and they couldn't run the route. He was not straight and even fell down twice. Daliang burst out laughing while hiding behind others, muttering "You deserve it!" in a hoarse voice.

Xiaoqiu was still standing there, recalling the spell my mother had just used in her mind.

He could see the trajectory of the line of fire, and so could the senior brother who had opened up the three fields. He tried to dodge in advance, but failed. If it were him... he was not sure. As for Zhou Ping and others who had not yet cleared the level, the spell would affect them. It is said that Xiangduo is an unclear light trail, and most people don't realize it until their chests are on fire.

People with "impeccable clairvoyance" can clearly see the trajectory of spells, which gives Xiaoqiu some ideas on how to deal with my mother: she can treat spells as hidden weapons or long-handled weapons. If you think about it this way, you won't feel that spells are out of reach. , the problem now is that the speed of the spell is too fast. The opponent just flips his hand and shoots it, so his speed must be faster.

My mother felt that the problem had been solved, and turned around to go back to the house, but Xiaoqiu stopped her.

"etc."

"Huh?" I responded impatiently, looking like she was going to make another fire at any time.

The big conscience couldn't help but made a deliberate ouch and waved vigorously behind the crowd of spectators in an attempt to attract Xiao Qiu's attention, but Xiao Qiu didn't look over at all.

"Give me the stuff back."

"what?"

"A dagger inlaid with rubies, a Bairun Pill, five demon pills, and maybe half a copper ring and a copper coin." Xiaoqiu paid attention to my mother's reaction, and was even more sure that Zhou Ping and others gave him his belongings. Gave it to this old lady.

"And..." Xiaoqiu turned around to look for Daliang, and found that he was making various gestures towards her from a distance. He nodded to show that he understood, and said to his mother: "There is also Shen Xiuming's golden soul and silver soul, which should be there too. You here."

"I do have these things." I admitted frankly, taking a closer look at the boy named Mu Xingqiu for the first time, "They are all gifts given to me by others."

"They stole these gifts."

"Then you go and snatch it back from them. It has nothing to do with me."

My mother's fingers were slightly bent, www.a. Xiaoqiu was secretly on guard, but on the surface she still discussed calmly: "I will settle the accounts with them, but I also ask you to return the things. I will be very grateful. These Everything is a souvenir.”

"Your gratitude is worth more than gold soul?" My mother's voice turned soft, just like an ordinary woman's. Xiao Qiu knew that she was about to make a move.

"I can exchange it for something else." Xiaoqiu hoped to avoid this fight as much as possible.

"for example?"

"You can ask for it, and I will find a way to get it for you, but I won't grab it for you."

"Haha." I laughed happily, which made Xiaoqiu confused, and then she waved her hands like a man, "Okay, since you take it so seriously, I will give you a chance, I want - the five colors of Huangjing A piece of satin, a set of Qianxue porcelain from Jiangnan, a box of gelatin from Fuhai City, no, five boxes, and... let’s start with these, I guess you can’t get the other things.”

Xiaoqiu thought that the other party would make particularly harsh demands, but she didn't expect that they were all women's things. Although he had never heard of any of them, he could always buy them with some effort, so he nodded, "Okay, I'll get them. I hope Don’t use those things, and don’t pass them on to others.”

"Three months." I went back to the room and closed the door.

Xiaoqiu gradually let go of his worries. He was really not sure about fighting with a Taoist priest who had condensed Qi into elixir. Meng Yuanhou once said that the enemy must be beaten so that he "cannot fight back and dare not fight back." Xiaoqiu has a new understanding of this, that is, he must make himself stronger. Only when he is stronger than his opponent can he talk about fighting, otherwise it will be the same. Asking for trouble.

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