Exorcism

This is real snow, a thick layer covering the entire wilderness and mountains as far as the eye can see. The soles of pedestrians' feet are numb from the cold. More than thirty teenagers lined up in a loose formation, wearing heavy blue cotton-padded clothes. Carrying a rattan box on his back, he followed a strong man wearing an animal skin robe walking in the ice and snow.

Daliang Shen Xiuming looked at the white breath exhaled from his nostrils and said with a trembling voice: "Yangshen Peak is not that cold, Jinghu Village is even colder than this."

Xiaoqiu laughed. When he first walked out of Yangshen Peak, he felt uncomfortable, but now he likes the harsh and pure cold. "You were not afraid of the cold when you were a child, but now you are not?"

"Anyone who has stayed in a place with spring all year round for three years will not be able to stand this kind of weather when he comes back. It's really strange, why are you not afraid of the cold? Look, you don't even blush."

Xiaoqiu opened the three fields. After leaving Yangshen Peak, his full potential was released. Not only was he not afraid of the cold, but he felt as light as a swallow. The other disciples were different. For example, Daliang only had seven orifices opened, and there were even some who had not opened any of them. They could not Fighting the severe cold, I can’t help but miss the ordinary Yangshen Peak even more.

The strong man walking in front stopped, turned around, and shouted to the teenagers: "Hurry up and take a few steps! You can reach the place of use after climbing over the mountain ridge in front."

"Can't the masters use magic to send us there?" Daliang felt that Pang Shan was really unkind.

Xiaoqiu pushed Daliang to speed up. He believed that once he entered Zhiyong, he might never be able to touch magic again in his life.

After trekking in the snow for more than a long time, everyone finally climbed up the mountain. Looking around, there was a large flat wilderness to the south of the mountains. This season, it was completely covered with ice and snow. There was only a small village near the foot of the mountain. A few wisps of smoke rise from the kitchen to welcome this year's newcomers.

The strong man stood on the side of the road. He had a thick body that looked like he was about thirty years old, but his face was weather-beaten, like a sixty-year-old man. The disciples of Yangshen Peak knew at the first sight that he was definitely not a cultivator.

"We're here." The strong man pointed to the village not far away, with the joy of returning home in his voice. "This is the place of use. From now on, you will farm, grow flowers, cut firewood, and graze here."

His conscience froze. This was not a place he imagined he could learn a trade. He ran a few steps and asked, "That's all? Isn't it possible to learn a trade?"

"Of course, which one of the things I just mentioned is not craftsmanship?" The strong man asked in surprise, "Most of our production here must be supplied to the immortals in Pangshan, and their requirements are very high."

"Then what if I leave Pangshan? Will these skills still be useful?"

"Ha, anyone who has planted flowers in Pangshan is a sought-after person in any city."

Daliang felt a little relieved, so he followed the strong man and asked him about Zhiyongsuo.

The strong man's name is Zhang Qi. He is an amiable man. He is thirty-three years old this year. He has stayed in Zhiyong for ten years and is very familiar with everything inside. He has no Taoist roots and is full of curiosity about Yangshen Peak. He has listened to a hundred It was not enough, so I had a great time chatting with Daliang.

The accommodation conditions in Zhiyongsuo were very average. It was an old, low stone house with some places still leaking air. Seven or eight people could live on each kang. Everyone put down their rattan boxes and followed Zhang Qi to the village to find their way.

The dining room is a small kitchen. Every time when dinner is served, the door is opened, and the disciples take the food back to their rooms to eat. It is almost dusk, and the kitchen is busy with work. The food is fragrant. Daliang takes a deep breath and looks happy, " It seems to taste like meat, which is much better than Yangshen Peak.”

Then there are more than a dozen warehouses, most of which are used to store various herbs, firewood, and seasonal vegetables and fruits.

In the depth of winter, it is vacant.

There was a caretaker in the warehouse, and Xiaoqiu actually saw Xin Youtao at the door of a warehouse.

Xin Youtao was sent to the hospital very early because he was opportunistic during his practice. He didn't seem to care much about it. His face was expressionless, he was holding a bunch of keys in his hand, and he was wearing a thick leather jacket, with a fur collar blocking half of his body. His face looks like that of a young master from a wealthy family, but without a follower, he doesn't look like a prince at all.

He pretended not to recognize these disciples of the same year and did not say hello to anyone. Naturally, no one paid any attention to him.

In the middle of the village is a large rectangular house that occupies a large area and is taller than the surrounding houses. "This is the place where the scales are weighed. You have a quota for your daily work. For those who haven't finished it, I'm sorry, but the food needs to be reduced." Zhang Qi was afraid of scaring everyone, so he quickly added: "Don't worry, the work is very easy."

A man walked out of the big house. Zhang Qi pointed at the man and said, "This is the steward, he will arrange work for you.

The disciples all knew this person. Zhang Lingsheng from the Jinghu Village Hall was transferred to the Zhiyong Institute at some point. Xiaoqiu couldn't help but wonder what role Zhang Lingsheng played in the game between the master and the leader.

Zhang Lingsheng was still dressed as a Taoist priest, holding a book in his hand. He walked up to the crowd and began to call the names without saying anything, as if he didn't know any of these people.

Then he began to assign jobs. Most of them went to cut firewood and chop wood. They would make other arrangements when winter turned to spring. Some people went to guard the flower gardens and warehouses. In Xiaoqiu, he volunteered before Zhang Lingsheng could say anything, "I can herd. I used to be a shepherd boy."

"Me too." Daliang rushed to say.

Daliang sighed in disappointment and did not dare to argue anymore.

It was getting dark, so Zhang Qi took his disciples back to the kitchen and left on his own.

The kitchen door was already open, but the food was not put out. Daliang grabbed the first position, beckoned Xiaoqiu over, and rubbed his hands together expectantly, "I haven't eaten meat in three years."

Groups of young people were walking on the road, and many of them looked familiar to Xiao Qiu. They were Yangshen Peak disciples who had been sent to the Zhiyong Institute two years ago. When they saw the newcomers, no one came up to say hello. Instead, they stood aside and watched, as if the newcomers had made a big mistake.

It wasn't just the weather that Zhiyong was indifferent to.

Daliang felt uncomfortable being stared at and whispered: "Are we lining up too early?"

He guessed it, and several tall and strong young men of 17 or 18 years old came over, glared at Daliang, and then jumped in line to stand in front of him. Daliang retreated, and the entire team of newcomers followed suit, but more and more people jumped in the queue. , more than thirty newcomers were finally squeezed to the end of the queue.

When the more than a hundred people in front of them had finished receiving their meals, there was only a little soup and rice left in the kitchen. "Sorry, I didn't expect there would be so many people today." The person in charge of serving the rice was also a disciple from Yangshen Peak, looking at it with interest. Looking at a team of newcomers, there is no apology on their faces.

The huge wooden bowl contained rice with vegetable soup, and Daliang ate it heartily. "I really tasted a little bit of meat. Oh, let's start over. Just think we are back in Yelin Town. Brother Xiaoqiu, you still have to chew three more times." Sixteen times?”

This is not Yelin Town. The wooden bowls and chopsticks have to be cleaned up by themselves and kept with them from now on, becoming their dining utensils.

As night falls, the children in the same room still maintain their old habits of getting on the kang and doing evening exercises, but they can no longer "sit on different seats".

Xiaoqiu did not do the late exercises, but stood at the door and looked out, hoping to go out later and find a secluded place to practice boxing.

More than a dozen disciples walked side by side, occupying the entire road. Xiaoqiu couldn't help but observe them. Sure enough, as Xin Youtao said, the two people in the middle shook their arms in an exaggerated way, and the people on the edge became more and more territorial. The smaller the swing, the smaller the arms swing, but the two feet move faster.

Zhou Ping, who had competed with Xiao Qiu before, was also among them, following on the far right side. That position was too small for his strong body. If he wasn't careful, he would hit the wall or be dropped. Behind him, he had to hunch his shoulders, put his arms in front of him, and run quickly in order not to fall behind.

The practicing disciple who maintained the atmosphere of the practice was gone. He hadn't seen him for more than half a year. Zhou Ping was no different from an ordinary teenager. He was very excited about being able to get into the most powerful circle. There was no trace of calmness left on his face.

There are five houses for more than thirty newcomers adjacent to each other. Zhou Ping and others are lined up in front of the house door. Many disciples around come out to watch the excitement. It seems that this is some kind of convention.

"Come on, take out all the boxes. Please cooperate and don't waste time." Zhou Ping shouted to every room, and finally stood in front of Xiao Qiu, "Ah, Mu Xingqiu, a genius disciple of Yangshen Peak, come to Zhiyong Is it a private visit?"

"No." Xiaoqiu said. The newlyweds all ran out of the room and looked at the dozen or so visitors in panic, not understanding what was going on.

Zhou Ping snorted, took a few steps back, and said to all the newcomers: "The rules of the institute are that everything must be shared. Move your boxes out quickly."

A newcomer who was very familiar with Zhou Ping came over and said with a smile: "Zhou Ping, it's me..."

Zhou Ping waited for the man to walk five steps in front of him, then suddenly kicked him out. His strong body was extremely flexible, "Fuck you, what are you doing?"

The newcomers were all startled. What frightened them most was not the kick, but the huge change in Zhou Ping. He used to be one of the most disciplined disciples of Yangshen Peak, but now he is no different from a ruffian.

The newcomer who was kicked down stood up and quickly understood the new rules here. He ran into the room and moved out his rattan box. Others followed suit. Only Xiaoqiu's room remained untouched because he was standing at the door. Daliang and others Even if one wants to move out of the rattan box, it cannot be done.

Zhou Ping did not continue to threaten. He walked to a strong young man in the middle, pointed at Xiaoqiu and said, "Senior Brother, this is Mu Xingqiu. It is said that he has a lot of knowledge, but he is not interested in any subject."

"Um."

"Me too, I failed to condense Qi into elixir in the Five Elements Department, so I came here."

"it's a pity."

"Yeah. Are you good at fighting?"

"Well enough."

"Then let's have a fight."

Zhou Ping stood up to build momentum for the senior brother, "You guys are optimistic, just because the moves the senior brother showed today are worthy of your handing over the box. The senior brother has been in the Five Elements Department for five years, although he is still a short time away from condensing Qi into a pill. Step by step, but I learned a lot of real skills, not like Yangshen Peak, let me tell you..."

"Okay, okay, hurry up and finish grading things. I want to go to bed early." The senior brother interrupted Zhou Ping impatiently and waved to Xiaoqiu.

Daliang grabbed Xiaoqiu and whispered: "Forget it, let them forget it, so we don't have to fight."

"Are you willing to hand over Erliang's belongings?"

Daliang fell silent.

Xiaoqiu walked to the opposite side of his senior brother. Without the constraints of Yangshen Peak, he felt that his body was full of inexhaustible power. He believed that the other party was the same. Since he had been in the Five Elements Department for five years, he might have more power.

The senior brother casually stepped over, his right fist raised high, but his expression looked extremely serious.

Xiao Qiu couldn't understand what was going on. The opponent's skills were too slow, so slow that he could look left and right before striking back.

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