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Chapter 14

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There was a light snowfall last night and the temperature dropped sharply in the mountains.

In such a cold morning, only a few people were still practicing boxing in the square.

The green pines were carrying white snow, the bluestones were chilly, and in the dim light, a small figure was practicing the Nine Palaces Grasping Hands methodically. She was the youngest among the children doing morning exercises, and she always attracted the attention of others.

He was wearing a bulky cotton coat, and his legs were short and he didn't have much strength.

But the palm flip, punch, kick, and hand-off, each move is extremely smooth and natural, like flowing clouds and water, or snow blowing in the wind. Watching it makes people feel relaxed.

Her small face was slightly flushed, her eyes were bright and shining, she was focused and at ease, not disturbed by the outside world at all, as if she was completely immersed in her own world. As she moved, there seemed to be an invisible energy channel flowing around her small body.

Ye Hangzhou sat on the railing nearby and clapped his hands excitedly: "She has entered a state of tranquility from movement so quickly. She must be my junior sister from Xiaoyao Peak."

Mu Xue, who was performing the Nine Palaces Grasping Hand, did not hear other people's comments. This set of boxing techniques was open and closed, stretching the muscles and bones, and secretly in line with the number of 49 Tian Yan. As the boxing style developed, her breathing became long and regular, and the surroundings became extremely quiet without knowing when. Those disturbing thoughts disappeared without a trace, and her heart was clear and pure.

Mu Xue finished her breathing exercise and felt happy, knowing that she had passed the first step of observing the mind and stopping thoughts.

Ding Lanlan ran down the stairs angrily: "Xiaoxue! When did you start coming here to practice boxing? Don't you see that the people who come here are all those naughty boys who can't sit still?"

She grabbed Mu Xue's hand and dragged her back, "Come, follow me back."

Couldn't pull it.

Xiaoxue, who was always gentle, stood at the bottom of the stairs, raised her little face to look at her, smiled and shook her head.

"Senior Sister, I think this technique is quite suitable for me."

Ding Lanlan stamped her feet and said, "We are practicing the supreme magic. What's the point of learning these worldly martial arts? Do you want to learn from that reckless warrior and go to Tiezhu Peak or Xiaoyao Peak? Come back with me."

Xiaoxue was the youngest girl among the girls she played with, several years younger than her, and was always obedient and submissive.

At this moment, Ding Lanlan realized that the so-called obedience was only because the thing she needed to insist on had not happened yet.

"No, senior sister. I want to study for a while longer." Mu Xue shook her head firmly, leaving no room for negotiation in her tone.

Watching Ding Lanlan leave in a rage, Mu Xue felt a little regretful.

Many people in the same sect disliked Ding Lanlan, thinking that she was too arrogant and had a bad temper. But Mu Xue didn't dislike her. Ding Lanlan was just a little arrogant on the surface, but in fact she was straightforward and selflessly shared with them many experiences in cultivation and matters needing attention in the sect.

Compared to those who are treacherous but cunning, and who appear sweet on the outside but do evil things behind the scenes, Mu Xue actually prefers to get along with such simple and straightforward people.

During breakfast, Mu Xue knew that she was probably going to be excluded, so she prepared a plate of food for herself and was thinking about where to find a new seat.

In the corner where they usually gathered, Ding Lanlan stared at her unkindly, clapping her hands on the table with an impatient look on her face.

After a while, seeing Mu Xue still standing in the middle of the road with the plate in her hand, without making any movement, she could not help but said angrily,

"Why don't you come over? What are you standing there for? Do you have to hang out with those boys even for meals?"

Ah, isn't this the wrong direction

This time Mu Xue was really stunned.

I thought I would be excluded and isolated, but that didn’t happen.

For some reason, such a little thing made Mu Xue feel very happy, but she soon regretted it.

Ever since seeing Cen Qianshan's shadow in class, several senior sisters, led by Ding Lanlan, began to pass around the novels "The Story of Mu Dajia's Cruel Killing of His Disciple" and "The Passionate Mountains but the Merciless Snow" during breaks.

"Ah, look at this paragraph." Someone quietly turned the page, and four or five heads immediately leaned over. "As a slave, Cen Qianshan knelt on the ground, with a look of humiliation and unwillingness on his face. Mu Xue's eyes were as charming as silk, and she stretched out her hand to pinch his chin, forcing him to raise his face, 'It's no use being stubborn now, it won't be long before you will kneel down and beg me.'"

"Ah, this is too bullying, worthy of being a female devil."

The legendary "female devil" Mu Xue raised her head: "What?"

Seven or eight arms reached out and pushed her aside, "Xiaoxue, move away. You are too young to watch this."

"Look here, here. The maid brought a basin of water into the room, and saw the handsome man with long legs being sent into the curtain by the female devil. He struggled at first, but then his face gradually turned red, and he begged for mercy, 'Master, please spare Xiaoshan this time.'"

"Ah, the devil! This devil is so evil."

"Why is there only four volumes of "A Thousand Mountains of Love but No Snow"? It's just about the part where 'Cen Xiaoshan dresses up as a charming guest', and I'm really enjoying reading it."

"I heard that the latest volume has been sent over, and the first chapter will be about 'Playing with the willows in Fuwang City, and playing with the mountains in the wind and snow at night'."

"… "

The six-year-old female devil felt that her life was very depressing. She was forced to listen to the gossips and rumors about herself and her apprentice every day. After hearing so much, she sometimes felt dazed and doubted whether she had really done something unspeakable.

Huayutang's study career unfolded slowly and in an orderly manner.

Every morning, after the morning class, the masters of the major peaks would come in person or send representatives to give lectures in turn. The courses covered were extremely wide, ranging from alchemy, numerology, refining, cultivation to astronomy and geography, various schools, and anecdotes. Even some older brothers and sisters would choose the courses they needed at this time and go to the school to listen in.

Students of all ages gathered together, making it very lively.

There is no compulsory requirement in the afternoon, and young children can choose to learn to read and write, review their homework, or just play around.

The food is good, the fun is great, and the courses are rich and interesting. The new students quickly adapted to the life here.

Here we have innocent and lovely classmates, knowledgeable and talented teachers, and warm and thoughtful senior brothers and sisters.

Mu Xue felt that such a life was so comfortable that it seemed unreal.

Of course, there are occasional slightly unpleasant things that happen.

The person who gave lectures on that day was Kong Ji, the master of Xuandan Peak.

Kong Ji was tall, with a dignified look and a pair of eyes that were bright and reserved. However, his hair was sparse and twisted into a thin tuft at the back of his head. There was an inch-long scar above and below his eyelids, which made him look a bit stern when he glared at people.

People who practiced alchemy would use external elixirs or magic to remove even a few flaws or scars on their faces. I don't know if this master didn't care or if he thought it would make him look more majestic and deliberately didn't deal with it.

As soon as he stood on the podium, he spoke in a voice as loud as a bell, "I don't care what others have said to you. But I want to tell you clearly that among the thousands of Taoist methods in this world, only the Nine-Turn Dan Method of my Guiyuan Sect is the most superior method. Once you enter the mountain gate, you only need to abide by the teachings of your teachers and practice the methods of our sect wholeheartedly, and you will achieve enlightenment one day."

"I hate evil ways the most, especially those scumbags of the devil cultivators. If I find out that any of you dare to touch those stinking and rotten things..." He put his hands behind his back, his eyes swept across everyone's face, and snorted coldly, "Don't blame me for not knowing how to punish people."

A female student in the school has been obsessed with the tragic love story of the demon cultivators recently. She couldn't help but say, "But, Master Ding and Master Su said that the demon cultivators also have..."

"Huh?" Kong Ji glared at her, and the female student immediately became timid. She shrank her neck and didn't dare to say the rest of the words.

Kong Ji walked over to her and ordered her to stretch out her hand.

The girl stretched out her hand tremblingly.

With a slap of the ruler, he mercilessly hit the palm of the ten-year-old girl.

The ruler, making a whistling sound, hit the female disciple three times in a row, and only stopped when she cried and begged for mercy.

Ding Lanlan leaned close to Mu Xue who was sitting in the front row and whispered, "This Master Kong had been to the Demon Spirit Realm. It is said that he had a battle of alchemy with a demon cultivator there and formed a grudge against him. He held a grudge for decades and hated demon cultivators in particular."

She thought the voice was very subtle, but when she looked up, she saw Kong Ji's cold gaze passing through the crowd and falling on her.

"You think you have someone at home who can let you enter the inner gate without any problems. You don't even need to pay attention to the teacher's class?" Kong Ji said with a stern face, deep wrinkles appeared at the corners of his mouth. "Stand up and answer. If you can't answer, don't blame me for not giving Master Ding Feng some face."

Ding Lanlan stood up helplessly.

Kong Ji took out a wooden square medicine box from his Qiankun bag. When the box was opened, it was divided into several layers, each cleverly connected. It looked small, but it was full of Qiankun. It was divided into countless small squares that could hold a large amount of plants, and there was a magic array to protect the plants placed inside from being rotten.

Kong Ji reached out and took out three spiritual herbs: "Tell me their names."

Ding Lanlan identified them and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she knew these three spiritual herbs: "Worry-relieving Grass, Yellow Bud, and Red Silk."

Kong Ji nodded, put down the spiritual herb, and took out a small lantern-shaped flower.

Ding Lanlan felt that she had vaguely seen this flower once. It was a very rare spiritual plant, but unfortunately she could no longer remember its specific name.

When sweat was pouring down my forehead, I suddenly saw a page of manuscript paper on the desk of Mu Xue, who was sitting in the front row, with three words "Linglong Flower" on it.

"Linglong flower, yes, this is Linglong flower. The one with thorns." Ding Lanlan said hurriedly.

Kong Ji's expression looked slightly better. He nodded, put away the Linglong flower, and took out a small glass bottle filled with blue powder.

Ding Lanlan's palms were sweating, and her eyes quietly slipped across Mu Xue's desk. Sure enough, she saw a row of small words written on the page.

"Fuhao fish bone meal"

Ding Lanlan breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to have just remembered: "I remember now, this is the bone meal of Fuhao fish."

Unexpectedly, when Kong Ji heard these three words, the muscles on his face trembled, and he showed anger. He strode over and grabbed Ding Lanlan's wrist.

"This is a love-winged fish. Only those filthy demon cultivators would call it a Fuhao fish. Tell me! Where did you hear that?"