Exorcism

"After forcing out the demon species, will they let you return to the Ancestor Peak?" Xiao Qiu stared at my mother to observe her reaction.

Yang Qingyin was stunned for a while, then put down the foot that was about to step on Xiaoqiu's wound, "It's inexplicable, are you crazy?" After saying that, she turned around and ran away. Each step was seven to eight feet away, and she jumped directly to the mountain peak and left the valley. .

Xiaoqiu continued to laugh until his ribs started to hurt. The Shen and Yang families would never have imagined that an ugly thing that might be related to a demon species would pop out of his mind every seven days, but they couldn't see it. can not hear.

Xiaoqiu rushed to the village early the next morning. He didn't want to give Yang Qingyin a chance to cheat. Erliang's relics had to be returned today no matter what.

As a result, Yang Qingyin was still sleeping in. A kind-hearted disciple reminded Xiaoqiu, "Don't wake her up. When I get angry, I will set fire to the house. Do you see the house over there that is missing a corner? It was the one I burned down last year." Yes." Then he looked at Xiaoqiu kindly and said, "You are so brave, you dare to come to the village at this time."

"Well, everyone says I'm brave." Xiao Qiu stood outside the courtyard at the head of the village, thinking that Yang Qingyin would never sleep until noon.

Breakfast was being served in the kitchen, and most of the hundreds of disciples in the village were queuing up on the road. From a distance, they saw Xiaoqiu all pointing. Daliang ran over with a wooden bowl, his face full of anxiety, but he was stopped halfway, and two disciples held him His arms, tucking him back into the line.

Daliang could only wave his wooden bowl at Xiaoqiu to remind him that he was in danger. Xiaoqiu also waved his hand. Since Yang Qingyin insisted on attracting him to meet Guan Shenyue's junior brother today, he could not avoid it, so he decided to accept the challenge.

Last night's battle showed that he did not have no chance of winning. As long as he had a chance, a chance to get close to his opponent, he might be able to win in danger.

Zhou Ping and the other five people came all the way, their smiles so bright that they could almost melt the ice and snow under their feet. There was no figure of their senior brother Guan Shenyue among them. "Brother Xiaoqiu, why are you here? You haven't eaten yet?" The five of them asked Xiaoqiu. Surrounded by people, they were all older and called "Brother Xiaoqiu" more affectionately than Daliang.

Zhou Ping rubbed his hands together and said, "Brother Xiaoqiu, come and sit in my room. I have a brazier there. I just slaughtered a pig yesterday. I left a pig leg, which is perfect for roasting. I'm waiting for you to come." "As he spoke, he came closer to Xiaoqiu and lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "There is also a bottle of wine. I bought it at a big price from the Immortal Collection. It is definitely a good product."

Xiaoqiu raised her right hand and put it on Zhou Ping's shoulder. He was a little shorter, so Zhou Ping could only bend down and accommodate him, "Instead of spending a lot of money on wine, why don't you get me those colorful satin things as soon as possible.

Zhou Ping was stunned, "Didn't you already..."

Xiaoqiu shook her head, "I got it myself and it has nothing to do with you. If you take my things, you still have to return them. You still have a month."

Zhou Ping nodded repeatedly, "Yes, we will definitely get it. Let's go, Brother Xiaoqiu, let's go drink and eat meat."

"Bring the meat roasted, but no wine."

Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go right away." As soon as he pulled away, Xiao Qiu had no intention of letting go. Zhou Ping reacted quickly and said to his companions next to him: "Which brother is going to have a barbecue? I'm here to accompany Xiao Qiu. Chat."

Two people left immediately, and the remaining three tried their best to please Xiaoqiu. Xiaoqiu hummed perfunctorily and kept putting her arms on Zhou Ping's shoulders. From a distance, they looked like close friends who had been playing together since childhood.

Daliang received a large bowl of porridge and stood on the roadside eating pickles. Most of the disciples, like him, did not go back to the house, but ate and watched from a distance. "Brother Xiaoqiu has a way.

"Daliang said to the people around him, "He is smart and will not come here to be beaten in vain. "

Not many people believe him, but no one refutes it. Ordinary disciples cannot defeat Ningdan disciples. This is the simplest truth, and there is no need to prove it over and over again.

Seeing that the atmosphere around him was getting more and more tense, Zhou Ping knew that he could no longer hide it, so he made it clear: "A friend is coming soon. He admires Brother Xiaoqiu very much and wants to see you today no matter what."

"Okay." Xiaoqiu put her arm on Zhou Ping's shoulder harder, "I like to make new friends the most."

Zhou Ping dropped half a foot shorter and said with a sneer: "Brother Xiaoqiu, your arm strength is getting stronger and stronger. If you keep pressing down, I will have to kneel on the ground."

"Isn't that exactly the position you like?"

Zhou Ping was much taller than Xiao Qiu, but his legs were shaking slightly at this time, and his whole body could not hold up an arm on his shoulder. He tried hard to resist, his smile gradually became stiff, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

A disciple came over holding a freshly roasted pork leg. Zhou Ping forgot his status in the gang for a moment and shouted angrily: "It takes so long to roast meat? Why don't you run faster?"

That disciple had a higher status than Zhou Ping in the small gang, but he didn't react at this time and argued harmoniously: "The fire is not strong enough, it is just right to eat now.

The pork leg is quite fat, the bones in the middle have been removed, and it is spread out flat with two large wooden skewers stuck in it. It is roasted until it is golden and sizzling with oil.

Xiaoqiu was not polite, took a few bites, and praised: "It's delicious. When you leave the hospital, you can become a chef."

Halfway through eating the pork leg, a disciple shouted excitedly: "It's here, it's finally here!"

Two disciples in Taoist attire strode forward, one of them was Guan Shenyue, and the other was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He was tall and thin, and walked slightly swaying, as if he had been staying in the ethereal Taoist land for a long time. Now, I am a little uncomfortable with being down-to-earth.

The happiest person was Zhou Ping. He stood up suddenly and opened his mouth to shout, but half a pig leg filled his mouth. He held the wooden stick, raised his head and pulled hard, making the onlookers in the distance laugh. , Daliang didn't smile, he held the wooden bowl, took a sip and said: "Brother Xiaoqiu has a way."

Xiaoqiu wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and except for Zhou Ping, the others quickly evacuated.

Guan Shenyue was not as excited as his companions. He looked a little depressed. He stepped forward and introduced: "This is fellow Taoist Mu Xingqiu, and this is fellow Taoist Tian Qianmo."

Tian Qianmo gave Xiaoqiu the Taoist gift. He has the special temperament of a practitioner. It is the indifference and contemplation that only those who insist on meditating for a long time every day can see. This kind of temperament can be seen everywhere in Yangshen Peak. The place of use will disappear quickly.

Xiaoqiu returns the favor.

Zhou Ping pulled out the pork in his mouth and threw it aside, pointed at Xiaoqiu and said sternly: "Mu Xingqiu, don't you boast that you are the best in Pangshan's martial arts? This time I want you to learn who is the real master. In Laozu Peak In front of Ningdan disciples, you are nothing!"

Guan Shenyue pulled Zhou Ping aside and gave way to Tian Qianmo and Mu Xingqiu.

The distance was a bit far, close to two feet, and Xiaoqiu was about to take a few steps forward casually, when Tian Qianmo said, "I heard that Taoist friend practiced a unique set of bone-forging boxing, and I want to see it."

"OK."

"I'm not afraid of making my fellow Taoists laugh. I've also practiced Bone Forging Fist, but unfortunately I haven't been able to stick with it. I've never been exposed to other boxing techniques, so I'm going to cast a spell. I hope you won't mind."

Xiaoqiu snorted and said with a smile: "Of course I don't mind. I know boxing and you know magic. It would be unfair not to let you use it."

Tian Qianmo smiled slightly and was about to ask the other party to make the first move when a lazy voice came from beside him, "Fair enough, it's just a fight. How can it be fair?"

Yang Qingyin woke up at some point and was leaning against the door frame, yawning.

Tian Qianmo obviously knew her, "Hello, fellow Daoist Yang, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. Let's change places."

Taking advantage of the other party's words, Xiaoqiu took two steps forward.

"Why change places? Waking up and watching a fight is one of life's great pleasures. Fight here, don't go anywhere else."

"Then please ask Fellow Daoist Yang for some advice." Tian Qianmo seemed very easy-going.

Yang Qingyin shook her head, "I'm not in the mood to give guidance, I'm going to start a gambling game!" She suddenly became excited, straightened up and shouted to the disciples looking in the distance: "Come on, come here, I want to make a bet. The game determines victory or defeat.”

No one dared to come over. Zhou Ping held his anger and said loudly: "I'll bet with you. I bet that Taoist Tian will win, and win by a big margin. I bet one hundred taels of silver."

"Okay." Yang Qingyin raised her hand and showed a pure black silver, "I'm giving you an advantage. I'll bet you with it. You choose Lao Tian, ​​and I'll choose Xiao Qiu."

Zhou Ping's eyes lit up, then dimmed immediately. He was self-aware, and even if my mother gave her a silver soul afterwards, he wouldn't dare to take it. Now he just wanted to humiliate Xiaoqiu a little more, "Okay, let's bet."

Yang Qingyin said to Xiao Qiu: "Tian Qianmo inhaled the first level. He is practicing the Five Elements Wood Spell. You have to be careful with the soles of your feet." Then she turned to Tian Qianmo: "Old Tian, ​​have you learned any new spells these days?"

"You're not afraid anyway, so what if you show off your old skills?" Yang Qingyin turned to Xiaoqiu again, "Lao Tian is relatively humble and always likes to lie to hide his strength. He said he only knows the skills of wood, so he has learned new tricks. I just don’t think it’s useful against you.”

Xiaoqiu nodded, secretly wondering why Yang Qingyin wanted to help her.

Tian Qianmo was exposed again, but he was not angry. He still smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Yang, can Daoist Mu Xingqiu and I start the martial arts competition?"

Yang Qingyin waved her hand and said yes.

"Please make the first move, my fellow seekers." Tian Qianmo showed the confidence of a confident man. He wanted to defeat a disciple whose strength was far inferior to his, but he did not want to be known as a bully.

Zhou Ping's eyes were shining. If he hadn't been grabbed by Guan Shenyue, he would have really wanted to get closer. Seeing Mu Xingqiu being beaten until his teeth were all over the floor, he could have taken the opportunity to kick him.

Daliang in the distance became less and less confident. Tian Qianmo was too calm. ans.om seems to be able to defeat the opponent with one finger. He depreciates his status and comes to the end, just to prove something that has long been concluded: inner elixirs and magic are the foundation of Taoism, and there is nothing else.

Xiao Qiu ran towards Tian Qianmo, not in a hurry to make a move. He hoped to shorten the distance as much as possible. Only by entering the range of close combat could he have a chance of winning.

Tian Qianmo also understood this truth. He was a Five Elements Mage and would never allow the enemy to come within ten feet. Since Mu Xingqiu took a step forward, he treated it as if the opponent had made a move. "Take the move," he shouted.

Tian Qianmo didn't have a magical weapon, so what he was holding with his fingers was another Taoist formula.

Xiaoqiu jumped up, and right under his feet, several wooden thorns several feet long sprouted out of the snow. They did not last long, but their lethality was not weak at all.

The surrounding disciples exclaimed in unison, because they could all see these wooden thorns. Although this meant that the spell was relatively low-level, the shock to them was even stronger.

Xiaoqiu didn't jump too high, and the soles of his shoes almost slid against the wooden thorns. He still couldn't rush within ten feet, but he couldn't wait any longer, and struck out with a plum heart punch, aiming at Tian Qianmo's chest.

"Good!" Yang Qingyin praised loudly, "Specialize in attacking Jiang Gong. The heart is the place where spells originate. Make him unable to cast spells. What a clever plan! What a clever plan!"

It was Yang Qingyin's words yesterday that "forced me to cast spells directly with Jiang Gong" that made Xiao Qiu understand the truth. Instead of focusing on the hands that cast spells, it is better to control Jiang Gong in the middle Dantian where spells are produced.

Tian Qianmo's heart suddenly went numb, and he didn't even use the second move of Mu Sheng Technique.

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