reborn as a wolf

Chapter 9 Piaoxiang Academy

Xie Zhengyang is an outer disciple of Piaoxiang Academy. He looks to be in his twenties, with a handsome face and an otherworldly temperament, which shows his outstanding status.

Wearing a square scarf on his head, a white robe, a folding fan in his hand, and cloth shoes on his feet, this is Xie Zhengyang's current attire.

Piaoxiang Academy has one president and two vice-presidents, followed by eight great masters and thirty-two minor masters, in order, the deacon elders, the inner sect elders, the outer sect elders, and then the core disciples and true disciples.

, inner disciple, outer disciple.

If an outer sect disciple wants to be promoted to an inner sect disciple, firstly: his own strength must be directly promoted to the foundation building stage; secondly: he must achieve the top 100 results in the four-year martial arts competition; thirdly, he must obtain enough sect contribution points.

, to exchange; Fourth: If Gen Gu’s talent and understanding are excellent, he is directly favored by the Grand Master and the Little Grand Master, and promoted to a direct disciple or a named disciple; choose one of the four, and as long as any one of them is met, you can be promoted to an inner disciple.

Xie Zhengyang, who has first-level talent, second-level base, aptitude, and understanding, has been stuck at the ninth level of Qi training for more than a year. Compared with his brothers who joined Piaoxiang Academy in the same year, he can only be regarded as a mid-level player who is neither embarrassed nor embarrassed.

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Brothers who have talent, talent, qualifications, and understanding, any one of which reaches the level of Super A, will either be favored by the elders of the inner sect and accepted as inner sect disciples, or they will be outstanding and enter the foundation building period early and be promoted to inner sect disciples; if they are lucky enough to be among them

If any two items reach the super first level, there will be no problem for the inner sect elders. They are already within the scope of competition among the young masters, and they can be directly promoted to true disciples; if they are more talented, and three of them reach the super first level, all the young masters will have to

Stand aside, belong to the ranks of the eight great masters who are fighting for each other, and they are definitely core disciples; if all four items reach the super-A level, and such a monster of the heaven-defying level appears, the dean and deputy dean of Piaoxiang Academy will need to

They compete with each other to compete for this versatile monster who is a candidate for the head of the sect.

Xie Zhengyang does not have extraordinary talents, qualifications, and understanding, nor does he have the good luck to be favored by the goddess of luck. He does not have the skill inheritance of a certain immortal who ascended on a crane and left behind in his cave. He does not have the character to pick up the best spiritual stones on the road.

He did not collect the elixir of heaven and earth in the deep mountains and old forests, and he only had a majestic and upright spirit.

I am full of righteousness, and I can eliminate evil and not invade.

The cultivation methods of Piaoxiang Academy are slightly different from those of other human monks. Disciples of other sects absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. What is stored in the Dantian is spiritual power, commonly known as mana. However, the disciples of Piaoxiang Academy generally practice the "Haoran Zhengqi Jue"

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Warm and cultivate a noble qi seed in the Dantian. Through fasting, collecting qi, meditating, contemplating, maintaining purity, and resting the mind, you can strengthen the grand qi seed in the body and cultivate a noble righteousness.

In order to eliminate demons and protect the Tao, apart from the bald monks of the Pure Zen Sect, the scholars of Piaoxiang Academy were the most active.

When Xie Zhengyang came out of the mountain this time, he respected the decree of the elder who taught the outer sect - "Baima City, three thousand miles to the southwest, has been gathering resentment in recent days, condensing and not dissipating, blocking the sky and the sun. If anything happens, there must be a demon.

Zhengyang, you need to go out to the mountains, the opportunity is here to break through the Qi refining stage and enter the foundation building stage."

Xie Zhengyang sang "Nuo" and threw a small paper crane from the long sleeves of his white robe. The paper crane swelled up in the wind and instantly grew to a size of one foot. Xie Zhengyang rode the crane away.

When Xie Zhengyang rode a crane out of the mountain, he had already seen many fellow apprentices riding bamboo horses and paper eagles flying to the southwest.

Judging from the situation, he is not the only one who has received this sect mission.

No one would foolishly make a bamboo dragon or a paper phoenix as a means of transportation. This is a provocation to the dignity of the mythical beast. Even the master of the Golden Core Peak, and even the entire Piaoxiang Academy, cannot withstand the wrath of the mythical beast.

All his brothers and sisters, without exception, use spells.

The Five Elements spells used by cultivators are roughly divided into spell spells and spell spells.

In the initial stage of practitioners, most of them use yellow talismans to carry spells. If you are lucky, if you are given a magic weapon by the elders of the master's sect, you can use the magic weapon to cast the Five Elements spells, which will be even more powerful; the previous one

The stage is the art of incantation. There is no need to borrow any talismans. The magic weapon can speak the truth. You only need to make seals with both hands or one hand to activate the magic power in the body to cast the Five Elements spell. If you are a true disciple who has learned from the master

, received the favor of the master, and obtained a spiritual weapon refined by his own hands. As the spiritual level of the spiritual weapon changes, the power increases exponentially. Even a low-grade spiritual weapon is several times more powerful than a top-grade magical weapon; as for the inner door,

Disciple, it depends on whether the inner sect elder is rich or poor.

Xie Zhengyang sat cross-legged on the back of a ten-foot-long paper crane, looking far into the distance with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

If it is less than what is above, there is more than what is below.

Some people stepped on the magical instruments and walked in the wind, feeling very carefree; some people rode paper cranes and walked in the wind, leisurely; some people rode fast and walked in a hurry, looking anxious.

To the southwest, three thousand miles away, is Baima City.

Even if he is riding on a horse that is one of the best in a thousand, it can travel 800 miles a day with full calculations, and if it travels 800 miles at night, it will probably arrive in two days. Xie Zhengyang rides on the thousand paper cranes, so he naturally knows that it will take about a day and a half.

It can be easily reached; as for taking the light-escape instrument, it only takes one day to reach Baima City.

The ones dispatched this time were all the outer disciples of Piaoxiang Academy, and their strength was mostly concentrated between the middle and late stages of Qi training. Of course, there were a few outer disciples like Xie Zhengyang who were at the peak of Qi training.

When the green-robed Taoist priest and the gray-robed boy were grilling a section of the two-headed green python on the fire, the hustle and bustle of the past was gone in Baima City. The pedestrians on the street were hurrying and nervous from time to time.

Looking back nervously, I saw that most of the shops on both sides of the street were closed. Only a few century-old shops were still open, but the business was very light, and there were almost no people at the door.

Although the bald city lord strictly ordered the guards not to disclose anything that happened in the square, and anyone who disobeyed would be killed without mercy. However, within three days, the gossip spread like wildfire and became known throughout the city. The place was originally bustling with people and guests.

The restaurants and tea shops were already deserted, and even the waiter was dozing listlessly.

When the wind blows, the dilapidated shop banners flutter in the wind, silently telling everything that happened in this small town.

The whole Baima City was buzzing with noise, like a ghost.

Every day, the number of people leaving the city was more than ten times the number of people entering the city. In desperation, the bald city lord ordered Baima City to only enter and not leave.

Yang Nichang sat in front of the bronze mirror, combing the threads of her three thousand worries with a wooden comb in a self-pitying manner. Looking at the charming face reflected in the bronze mirror, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up in a strange arc.

If the servants in the city lord's mansion treated her out of respect and awe before, now the servants' eyes are more out of fear and fear, and there is endless worry in their eyes.

He was worried that his beating heart might become the food in the mouth of the rich daughter of White Horse City in the next second.

Her father, who used to dote on her so much that he would hold it in his mouth for fear of melting and hold it in his hands for fear of falling, now avoided her like a snake or a scorpion. The smile on the corner of Yang Nichang's lips gradually widened, and then became unscrupulous.

Laughing endlessly.

The laughter pierced the sky, so sharp that it seemed like it could pierce the eardrums.

He laughed until drops of red blood tears fell down his face, splashed on the ground, and shattered into pieces, as crisp as pearls.

"Do I still have tears?"

Yang Nichang murmured, stretched out her hand to hold a red bead of blood and tears, put it in front of her eyes, looked at it carefully, and looked at it dreamily, as if this drop of blood and tears was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Gu."

There was a sudden sound in the deathly silent young lady's boudoir. Yang Nichang shook off the drop of blood and tears in her hand, suppressed the smile on her face, couldn't help but touch her belly, and said to herself: "Since I started practicing

That 'Yin Ming Ghost Art' seems to make you hungry very quickly. You just ate a human heart in the morning, why are you hungry again?"

Yang Nichang stood up, put her jade hands that had gradually grown long nails into her long sleeves, and gradually sank into the red sandalwood floor. She said to herself: "However, the strength has been strengthened a lot, and it is for hunting."

It’s time.”

In less than a stick of incense, a tragic cry pierced the sky from a civilian's residence.

In the city lord's hall, the bald city lord held his cheek and looked at the wealthy gentry who were kneeling on the floor in the hall and offered sacrifices.

"City Lord."

Kneeling in the front row was an eighty-year-old man, dressed in brocade clothes and a felt hat made of fox fur. He raised his head slightly and said, "I hope the city lord will be kind enough to let me wait for a way out."

"Yes, yes, City Lord."

The kneeling crowd below echoed.

The bald city lord grinned, showing an obscure smile, and said: "You all want to leave, and you want me to open the city gate to let you go. But if you all leave, completely, my daughter will be unhappy."

The man kneeling below seemed to be choked, his face was pale, and he looked expectantly at the bald city lord sitting directly above him.

The eighty-year-old man had a sad expression on his face, and said with great pain: "City Lord, I am willing to pay you one hundred thousand taels of gold and a hundred servants. I just ask the City Lord to let us and our family go."

"One hundred thousand taels?"

The bald city lord raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Are the lives of dozens of people in your family worth a hundred thousand taels?"

"Two hundred thousand taels." The eighty-year-old man thought for a moment and then said loudly, "City Lord, two hundred thousand taels is already the majority of my family property. I hope the City Lord will accept it."

The bald city lord patted the armrest of the ### leather-paved mahogany chair with his big hand, and the lion said loudly: "Five hundred thousand taels, five hundred servants, not even a penny less."

The eighty-year-old man felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He sat slumped on the ground, smiled miserably, and said: "City Lord, you are a lion who opens your mouth too much. Aren't you afraid that you will choke and we will all be destroyed?"

The bald City Lord sneered, stood up suddenly, looked at the eighty-year-old man condescendingly, and said by name: "Gu Changping, are you threatening me?"

The eighty-year-old man faced the bald City Lord's cold and sharp eyes and said without giving an inch: "City Lord, I can't obey my order. Not only can I not take out five hundred thousand taels, but who among the people present can take it?"

Offer five hundred thousand taels of 'gold'."

With the word "gold", the eighty-year-old man emphasized his tone, making it sound sonorous and powerful, like hitting a hole in the ground.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment, and the bald city lord smiled, laughed, and said: "It's up to you, two hundred thousand taels, but you must have five hundred soldiers. I know that each of you has your own private soldiers. This

Then there is no need to hide it, I don’t care whether you really don’t have it or pretend you don’t have it, you must hand over the five hundred soldiers.”

After saying that, the bald city lord walked away.

The eighty-year-old man was shaking with anger and was on the verge of collapse. There were private soldiers, only 600 soldiers. After leaving the city, they still counted on 600 soldiers to escort their family to move to another city and settle down. Along the way, they had to resist the occupation forces.

Robbers and bandits who are kings of the mountains must always beware of snakes, insects, rats, and ants that may escape from the forest beside the official road. If they encounter monsters that are raging, how can they resist without hundreds of soldiers.

This opening of the bald city lord cut off more than half of it, leaving only a small handful for him.

"Mr. Gu."

A fat man with a big belly kneeling in the second row took advantage of the fact that the bald City Lord had already walked out of the City Lord's Hall. He quickly stood up, supported the shaky eighty-year-old man, and said in a low voice with a sad face: "This damn bald man, the asking price is too harsh.

No, we all will fight with him and the killer will go out."

The eighty-year-old man glanced at the fat man and cursed: "Confused! There is no way to make a fool of yourself."

Immediately, he pushed away the fat man's support, leaned on a dragon-head crutch, and walked tremblingly outside the city lord's hall.

When the figure of the eighty-year-old man walked away, the fat man narrowed his eyes and cursed secretly, "This old guy really doesn't know how to praise you. He calls you "Gu Lao" respectfully, and he still treats me like I am relying on my old age."

The wealthy gentry who were kneeling on the floor in the city lord's hall stood up one after another, patted the dust on their knees and robes, and whispered among themselves to discuss countermeasures.

Should we pay someone to smash our teeth and swallow blood, or should we be ruthless and gather together to attack the city gate?

Half an hour later, the eighty-year-old man, who was called Mr. Gu, ordered five hundred soldiers to carry twenty heavy brass boxes to the city lord's mansion, and then handed the five hundred soldiers to the commander of the Guards. One man

He returned to Gu Mansion with a dragon-head crutch.

Midnight.

The city lord's north gate slowly opened halfway, and the Gu family, with nearly two hundred people in tow, secretly left Baima City.

In the meantime, there were other people fishing in troubled waters and trying to sneak out of Baima City. They were discovered by the officers and soldiers guarding the city, and they were all shot to death. Their bodies were hung on the north city gate as a warning to others.