Exorcism

On the last day of the year, a soft light snow fell from the sky. The snowflakes fell to the ground and did not melt, adding a layer of sobriety to the late spring scene of Yangshen Peak.

The 628th anniversary of the thirty-seventh ancestor of the Taoism has ended like this. This snow is the only way to celebrate at Yangshen Peak, which lasts until midnight. In the new year, the light food will not change, and the daily homework will not change. Although the situation has changed, the disciples are still full of expectations: disciples from various major lineages are about to arrive, and the first group is the female disciple of Luanjing Mountain who has attracted much attention.

As the retained disciples said, the day of remembering ancestors at the end of the month has been postponed, which means that everyone can remember their ancestors with the guests. The male disciples talked a lot and exaggerated the beauty of the guests to an unparalleled level. The disciples also talked a lot, feeling that this year His mood was too excited, and he finally attributed it to Mu Xingqiu.

"He disturbed people's hearts, but he also activated them." Lin Sa explained to several retained disciples why the disciples did not stop Mu Xingqiu, "The way to obey the sky is not to force yourself to obey the heavens, but to do it willingly. Put your mind into it Suppressing or hiding it can only have a temporary effect. It is beneficial to indulge once in a while. When you calm down again, you will find that you are more determined than before. "

"What if I can't take it back?" Zhou Ping touched the back of his head. He had developed this habit since his martial arts competition with Mu Xingqiu.

"That proves that he is not suitable for cultivation. Instead of wasting his time at Yangshen Peak, it is better to go to the 'Zhiyong Institute' to learn a secular craft."

"Zhiyongsuo" is a place for "wasted people". It is only one step away from being expelled from Pangshan. Its name made the disciples restrain themselves for two days, but soon, Lin Dujiao's saying "The law of obeying the sky is not forced." "Self-shuntian" played a greater role, and almost all disciples were engaging in "beneficial indulgences."

Xiaoqiu is one of the very few disciples who has not "indulged". He still climbs the mountain every evening, even if it snows, and returns to the dormitory when he is exhausted so that he can sleep deeper - even though he firmly believes that disciples can freely choose to inherit. He still doesn't want to dream about the image of a female heir to an unknown family.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the female disciples from Luanjing Mountain arrived on time and they would stay for three days.

The dining room was a bit chaotic this morning. Everyone gulped down their rice quickly and hurried to Sizu Hall. Xiaoqiu still had half a bowl of rice left, and her friends in Yelin Town had already gotten up and were getting ready to set off.

"Brother Xiaoqiu, hurry up." Daliang urged.

"Don't be so anxious, there are just a few female disciples, and it's not like Pangshan doesn't have any." Xiao Qiu said, but she still speeded up her meal.

"Uh, it's not that." Daliang picked up Xiaoqiu, who was still chewing rice, "You will know your cultivation today, and the Liuguang Baojian should recognize you this time."

Almost all the male disciples arrived at Sizu Hall in advance. They finally remembered some of the rules and arranged themselves in an orderly manner. They just kept turning their heads to look back at the other entrance.

Pangshan's female disciples arrived one after another. They walked to their positions with their heads held high and expressionless. They never cast a glance at the male disciples who were more than ten steps away. Only Xiao Qingtao and Fangfang looked at Xiao Qingtao when they passed by. Qiu smiled teasingly.

As the hour approached, Sizu Hall gradually returned to its usual quiet state. The male disciples stood upright and no longer looked around, but their expressions were a little too serious.

The Dujiao who leads the team today is Yang Baozhen. Her expression and behavior are no different from usual. Ever since they heard the rumors that she and her husband insist on not breaking up the mortal relationship, the Dujiao's face seems to be less cold in the eyes of the disciples.

"You all know the procedures for remembering your ancestors on the day." Yang Baozhen walked between Juding and Hong Zhong, "But today there are guests who want to remember our ancestors with you, so I want to say a few more words: First,

Don’t disturb the guest. If her things accidentally fall on the floor, let them stay there. You don’t need to remind them, let alone pick them up. Secondly, remembering your ancestors helps you practice. The only one in the Nine Great Paths is Pang Shan. Disciples can experience it once a month, so please cherish it and don't be distracted by useless things; thirdly, don't talk too much. If a guest asks you a question, answer it truthfully, but please try to be brief, more than ten words, and please reflect on whether you Distracted. "

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the guest arrived.

After talking for so many days and receiving so many reminders from Du Jiao, it was too difficult not to look at him. Even the female disciple could no longer pretend to be indifferent and turned her head to look at the guest with a scrutinizing gaze.

There are not many disciples in Luanjing Mountain, about sixty or so. At first glance, the disciples in Pangshan were all disappointed: they did not have the rumored beauty at all, they were just a group of extremely ordinary girls!

They wore purple-collared blue robes and were no different from the female disciples of Pangshan. However, instead of wearing high buns, their long hair was rolled into a delicate circle and decorated with hostas of various colors.

The new disciples felt that they had been deceived and looked dissatisfied at the retained disciples who had created the rumors, but what they got were meaningful looks back...

Yang Baozhen ignored the little tricks that happened under his nose and met the Tujiao from Luanjing Mountain. She was a middle-aged woman who was dressed exactly the same as the disciples. Only the hair ring seemed bigger. Her appearance was not impressive, and she was far inferior to Yang. All teach.

The stone door on the wall was opened, and the guests from Luanjing Mountain came forward. This was the first and probably only time they thought about their ancestor. They were a little nervous, so their steps were a little fast, their eyes were lowered, and they did not dare to look around. They had to be careful when passing Yang Baozhen. Perform the rites of Taoism.

Next came Pang Shan's female disciples, and then the male disciples. The first in line was a retained disciple who couldn't wait to take steps forward.

Yang Baozhen moved to block the door, staring sternly at the more than 200 male disciples. With a rare clear attitude, she silently warned everyone to remember her three previous reminders. Although they were not orders, they had corresponding binding force.

The male disciple immediately slowed down, tried to be calm, and focused on his breathing.

Yang Baozhen gave way to the entrance of the cave.

His premonition was wrong. Yang Baozhen proved that he was indeed a Taoist priest in the Xingluo realm. Facing the disciple who had a serious conflict with his biological son, he did not show any special expression. He was so cold that he seemed not to notice that he was the last person to enter the Patriarch's Tower. .

Xiaoqiu, however, couldn't help but feel wary and her steps were a little faster. Only then did Yang Baozhen cast a warning look, no different from how he treated ordinary disciples.

Xiaoqiu thought of Xin Youtao's words about the gap in status, and felt that he had lost a move in this silent confrontation, so he concentrated his mind and dismissed his thoughts. This was easier for him, because he had no interest in today's guests. Curious, even a little disgusted, because they reminded him of the nameless branch with only twenty-nine female disciples.

Walking into the small hall, looking down at the huge shallow basin, Xiaoqiu secretly told herself that she would never choose an unknown subject, and then plunged into the whirlpool.

My mind went blank, and a strange voice echoed like an empty hall: "The ears are opened, the thunder disaster has been over, it's over."

It wasn't until he stood firmly on the ground that Xiaoqiu realized that it was his own voice. It sounded unexpectedly childish and completely different from what he usually heard.

There was no companion waiting for him this time, and the disciples in Yelin Town had all dispersed, heading to the area where they last remembered their ancestor.

Liuguang Baojian finally identified him. Xiaoqiu breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt disappointed. Living through the thunder tribulation was real, not a dream, but the other five orifices were not opened, let alone the three fields. Behind the Siguo Cave In the end, his memory was nothing, he told big words to his companions, and even climbing Yangshen Peak lost more than half of its meaning.

With his heart full of thoughts, Xiaoqiu took a few steps and realized that the interior of the Patriarch's Tower was different today. It seemed brighter and there was a faint fragrance. He looked around and saw that the Pangshan disciples who came in first were... They stood scattered, but did not enter a state of thinking. They were all staring at the guests dreamily, even the female disciples who had shown disdain before were no exception.

Liuguang Baojian washed away all the disguises of magic, and the female disciples of Luanjing Mountain revealed their true appearance. The increased light and fragrance came from them.

This is indeed a group of stunningly beautiful girls. Although they are similar in age, they seem to come from different worlds. Their skin, hair, and clothing all have a different light. The same Taoist robes look like they are made of silk when worn by Luanjing Mountain disciples.

Most of the Luanjing Mountain disciples were already thinking about their ancestors, but a few were still awake. They were overwhelmed by the many gazes and looked at Dujiao for help.

The middle-aged female teacher is a tall girl. Her face is as pure as a girl, but also as cold and arrogant as a lady. Everyone wants to take a look, but no one dares to take a second look. She is very interested in her disciples. She didn't care about the request for help or the gazes of Pangshan's disciples, and walked around leisurely. She cherished this opportunity to enter the Patriarch's Tower again, but she was not in a hurry to enter the state of remembering her ancestors.

Yang Baozhen arrived. Compared with Luanjingshan Dujiao, her appearance was slightly inferior, but her gaze was more powerful. The disciples withdrew their gaze and began to think.

Soon, only a few people were still awake in the Patriarch Tower, and Xiaoqiu was one of them. He really wanted to find another inheritance as soon as possible, but he couldn't enter the state, so he could only circle slowly in circles, and every time Turn around when you are about to enter the Nameless Branch area.

Although he couldn't remember his ancestors, he discovered some very interesting things: most of the disciples in Luanjing Mountain stayed in the Dengzhu Division, the Mingjing Division also attracted many people, and there was no one in the Five Elements Division, which was in stark contrast to the Pangshan disciples. Compared.

Female disciples are not suitable for slaying demons. ahｈ.cm When Xiao Qiu thought about it, she became less doubtful about Granny Feng. She must have been unable to cope with the demon species so she ran away for her life.

He also saw something that he had not noticed last time. Prince Xin Youtao of the Western Jie Kingdom was standing alone in the Fuluke area. Xiaoqiu laughed dumbly. He remembered that Lin Dujiao once introduced that although Taoism has a Fulukeke, there are millions of It has been in decline for many years and is not as good as the Longbinhui of the Shengfu Dynasty. Xin Youtao gave up the normal path of being a member of the royal family, joining the army or being a talisman master, and came all the way to Pangshan to learn Taoism, and was favored by the talisman branch again.

Xiaoqiu walked very slowly, trying to avoid the disciples who were thinking about their ancestors, but still bumped into someone. Turning around, she turned around and saw that it was the female cultivator from Luanjing Mountain. She felt panicked and hurriedly took a few steps back and gave her the Taoist gift. , whispered: "Please forgive me for being reckless."

A smile slowly appeared on the female professor's face, like a blooming flower.

Xiaoqiu was stunned. The female teacher didn't say a word and walked past him.

Xiaoqiu felt her heart beat a little faster and couldn't help but look back. What she saw was Yang Baozhen's stern gaze. She hurriedly turned back and continued to circle.

This time he stopped in the area of ​​the Nameless Branch, with a challenging mentality, hoping to make his attitude clear to the twenty-nine sad female descendants - he only wanted to join the Five Elements Branch.

Immediately pictures and texts appeared on the wall of the tower, and twenty-nine women appeared one by one. However, there was no sadness on their faces. Instead, they were a little happy, and they actually started dancing.

Xiao Qiu stared blankly for a while and realized that they were demonstrating the bone-forging fist that he practiced at least once a day.

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