Qingyun Mountain, a well-known Taoist sect in the Chu region, has been passed down for three thousand years and has a profound heritage.
In the Chu Domain, or Nanzhan Buzhou, the disciples of Qingyun Immortal Daomen stand on the top of the Mortal Domain like gods, and the gang forces of the three religions and nine streams in the world are like chickens and dogs in front of the Taoist disciples. hit. Just three months ago, Xiao Jianming, a true disciple of Qingyun Mountain Taoism, killed the nine bandits in Ghost Mist Valley with one sword, and only one escaped.
The heads of the nine bandits have been hung at the entrance of Guiyan Valley for public display, while Xiao Jianming is doing his best to hunt down the last bandit in Yandang Mountain. past his appearance...
Xiao Jianming firmly believed that he could find him, and vowed to find him, but no one knew that the tenth thief had entered Qingyun Daomen three months later and became his junior brother... If Daoist is also counted Junior brother's words.
Qingyun Daomen accepts disciples once every ten years, and each time selects thousands of disciples, while Daotong recruits from time to time, and the overall number exceeds ten thousand. In name, Daotong can also be regarded as a disciple of Qingyun Mountain, but it is different from ordinary disciples. There is no monthly elixir distribution, and there is no elder to preach for them. They have to do chores every day and only have one day off a month.
What I got in exchange was a thin booklet called: Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter.
After Fang Xing was led to a row of small wooden houses by the fat Taoist, and handed over to an eighteen or nineteen-year-old man with a huge mole on his face, he grinned grinningly and engraved a stack of green clothes, a booklet, and The small wooden plaque with the name was handed over to him.
"Practice, you've got shit luck, Senior Sister Lingyun specially sent you a message to let you join the mountain gate, but you have no letter of recommendation, no money, and no qualifications, so you can only start from the bottom. The Qingyun Forging Qi Chapter is the untold secret of our Qingyun Taoist sect, and it is rare for outsiders to see it. If you practice hard and refine the Qingyun Qi Training Chapter to the first level of agility, you can be promoted to an outer disciple... "
The fat Taoist left. Fang Xing looked at the young man with a black mole who was crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking at him with an unkind expression, and the little Taoist boy next to him who was not very old but looked like an old-fashioned fool, and asked. : "How many floors do you all have?"
The young man with a black mole pointed his thumb at himself, and said harshly: "I already have a sense of anger, and the others don't fart!"
Fang Xing nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "How long have you been here?"
The black mole youth sneered, and said, "I've been an apprentice for six years, and they've also been an apprentice for three years!"
Fang Xing sighed, threw the booklet aside, and sighed: "It seems that I was deceived by that bitch!"
The young man with the mole was startled, and asked curiously, "Which girl are you talking about?"
Fang Xingdao: "Lingyun, that girl said that she wanted to take me into the mountain gate. Who knew she was here to work, and she only gave this broken booklet. You guys have either been in the mountain for seven years, or you have been in the mountain for three years, but you don't know anything. Isn't it a lie if you haven't practiced it?"
"Senior Sister Lingyun?"
The young man with black mole was taken aback, rushed up and grabbed Fang Xing by the collar, and said sternly: "Shut up, don't cause trouble for me, if someone hears you cursing Senior Sister Lingyun like this, let alone you, even the few of us It’s unlucky for you! Remember, if you enter this medicine field, you have to listen to me. If I tell you to go east, you can’t go west. If I tell you to catch worms, you can’t chase chickens…”
"Yes, yes, you will be responsible for filling the toilet in the future, and carrying water every day to fill up the water tank..."
A little boy with freckles echoed, "Looking at this, I guess he was the one who used to empty the toilet and fetch water."
"Hmph, and the clothes from now on, you have to wash them until someone new comes over!"
Another dao boy who looked a little fair said, needless to say, this one is for people to wash clothes.
Fang Xing looked at them one by one, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "So you are bullying me..."
The young man with a black mole smiled and said, "So what?"
As he said that, he slammed his fist on the other table, his arms were covered with veins, and he looked ferocious.
"Do you want to hit me? I know how to bark..."
Fang Xing yelled in horror, it seemed that if someone moved a finger of him, he would yell loudly.
The mole youth smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, we won't move you now, but at night, when the door is closed, hehe, we are the only ones in a radius of ten miles. of… "
"That's right, every three months, a brother from the pharmaceutical supervisor will come to inspect it. During the rest of the time, this is our world, and even if you sue us, the director brothers will not pay attention to it." Yes, they don't have the time to care about these things, but you're out of luck. You'll have a long life in the future, and you'll be a Taoist boy, but you won't be able to go down the mountain for at least ten years..."
The freckled Xiaodao boy was very excited to threaten Fang Xing, as if it was his first time threatening someone, he was a little excited.
"Hey, big brothers, my little brother is an honest person, I will do whatever you say..."
Fang Xing suddenly became honest, and pitifully begged these bosses for mercy.
"Haha, a softie..."
The mole young man and the others laughed, obviously they had seen such people a lot.
The medicine field is very large, and it is also very special. After the late autumn chill, this medicine field is actually verdant, which shows the Taoist methods.
On the first day he came in, Fang Xing did the heaviest work in this medicine field. There were six people including the mole youth, but they were responsible for taking care of the medicine field within a radius of ten miles. Little Freckle was very responsible to teach What should Fangxing do, watering, weeding, catching insects, loosening the soil, this medicine field is called Qingruihua, and it needs to be watered once at night, and the kind is called Moling grass, which needs to be watered when the sun rises in the morning...
Fang Xing learned quickly and had a very good attitude. After dinner in the evening, he brought a bucket full of water and soaked the dirty clothes of several other people in the water. He said that he would wash them together at night. Come out, let it dry overnight, and you can wear it tomorrow...
Several Taoist boys were very satisfied with Fang Xing's performance, and they already patted their chests and said that they would give him good advice on his practice.
Fang Xing smiled and said yes, thank you brothers!
At night, several Taoist boys fell asleep, and the whole Qingyun Mountain fell into silence.
Fang Xing took out a sharp dagger from his bag. It looked very sharp, with a brass inlay, and the blade was not stained with blood.
It was given to him by the third uncle, and at the same time taught him a set of sword techniques, which is insidious and cunning in close combat.
There are still many good things in his luggage, a cloth tiger from his uncle, wound medicine from his second uncle, a snuff bottle that can release smoke from his fourth uncle, and a needle that can release iron needles from his fifth uncle. Tietong, the drug given to him by the sixth uncle, a piece of wild ginseng given to him by the seventh uncle, the wine gourd given to him by the eighth uncle... most importantly, a book given to him by the ninth uncle...
As for the gold leaves that the third uncle gave, they had already been spent on buying maids on the way.
These things were originally carried on Xiaoman's back, but Xiaoman passed out, and no one took care of the burden, so Fang Xing picked it up again.
Looking at these things in the bag, Fang Xing was stunned, and tied the bag again.
Holding the knife, he tiptoed to the bedside of the young man with a mole, and called softly, "Brother Wang Zhi, brother Wang Zhi..."
The young man with the mole was snoring lightly, and he woke up after shaking him three times. His sweet dreams were disturbed, and he was furious and shouted dissatisfiedly, "What do you want to do in the middle of the night? Can't you find death?"
Fang Xing grinned and said, "You're courting death!"
After finishing speaking, a knife pierced down until it reached the handle.
"ah… "
The young man with black mole screamed like a pig butcher, and Fang Xing covered his mouth after only one cry.
Listening to the surroundings, it was very good and quiet, and sure enough there was no one in the ten-mile radius.
Wang Zhi wanted to struggle, but the knife was in his stomach and seemed to be nailed to the bed. He didn't dare to move because it hurt.
Everyone else in the room woke up with a start, lit the oil lamps in a hurry, and immediately saw Fang Xing standing beside Wang Zhi's bed, stabbing Wang Zhi's stomach with a knife in his hand, Fang Xing with a hideous face, and the timid little freckles immediately screamed in fright.
"If you don't want to die, just shut up!"
Fang Xing shouted in a low voice, which seemed a little immature, but now it sounded eerie.
The little freckle stopped screaming abruptly, but liquid began to seep from the crotch.
Fang Xing slowly pulled out the knife from Wang Zhi's stomach, and let Wang Zhi hold his stomach and howl on the bed like a prawn. He held the knife and walked slowly among the Taoist boys. Looking at a person, that person was trembling with fright. The timid little freckle covered his head with a quilt, and let out a whimpering sound, but it was very low, like a ghost.
"I have always been the only one who bullies others. No one dares to bully me. You guys are really brave..."
Fang Xingdao gestured in front of every Taoist boy: "I just want to say one thing. From today onwards, this is my boss. Whoever I tell you to go east will not be able to go west. Whoever I tell you to catch insects will not be able to go west." Throwing out the chicken, otherwise, hehe, the knife in my master’s hand does not recognize anyone, just your low lives, I will kill you if I kill you, do you know who my sister is?"
"The celebrity around Senior Sister Lingyun! You go and inquire about it, you blind guy!"
Fang Xing's voice rang in the wooden house, but no one refuted it, after all, the knife was dangling in front of his eyes...
"Fang Xing..."
"What did you call me..."
"Ah... Boss Fang, why don't you bandage up Senior Brother Wang Zhi, he... he's dying..."
Fang Xing glanced at Wang Zhi who was huddled silently on the bed, chuckled, twisted the knife in his hand, put the knife back into its sheath, and said disdainfully: "I can't die, my third uncle taught me that the knife comes from the diaphragm Piercing the acupoints and exiting the Bulang acupoints will not hurt the internal organs, so he will not die, but if my hand slips, the stabbing will not be accurate, so whoever, you come down and bandage him!"