Chapter 45: The Mist in the Eyes

Meng Yuanhou's training method is controversial within Pangshan, but he has been adhering to his own philosophy for years, and has only promised the Grandmasters and the First Seats: no one will die, the Dao root is rare, and he will take good care of it to prevent accidents.

He became the Capital Sect six years ago, and there were indeed no accidents on Yangshen Peak. Unexpectedly, his promise was broken when he went down the mountain for the first time to train new disciples in the hall in advance.

Meng Yuanhou's surveillance cannot be said to be not strict, and his reaction cannot be said to be not fast. He is already a Taoist priest in the Canxia realm. A group of children with just ignited Dao roots are as slow and weak as newborn babies to him, with Shen Geng being the only exception.

As soon as Shen Geng's stick changed color, Meng Yuanhou turned around and attacked. Most of the audience didn't even notice the change in the situation. He had pushed Shen Geng back several steps, but it was still too late.

Shen Geng's stick hit Shen Xiuwei's chest lightly, just once, like a dragonfly touching the water.

Shen Xiuwei's body shook slightly, his hands still holding the stick, he looked down in confusion, and fell to the ground.

Things happened too quickly, and the competition lasted for a while before everyone reacted. Several female disciples screamed, and more disciples were panicked, unprepared for such an accident.

"Zhang Lingsheng, this is for you." Meng Yuanhou picked up Shen Xiuwei, gave instructions at the same time, and then looked at Shen Geng.

Shen Geng stood seven or eight steps away, his left hand pressed on the place where he was pushed, his right hand holding a dark yellow stick, his face full of dissatisfaction and suppressed anger, like a child who was greatly wronged and treated unfairly. He was indeed a child, but he was not an ordinary child, not the kind of child who could be pushed away by the Dujiao at will.

"What happened to my brother?" Daliang Shen Xiuming rushed into the field, stumbled, and almost bumped into the Dujiao.

"I'll take him up the mountain." When Meng Yuanhou spoke, he had already retracted his gaze and soared into the air, flying quickly towards the Laozu Peak in the northeast.

Daliang Shen Xiuming looked around in despair, as if he didn't understand what had happened. He suddenly asked, "Aren't there healing medicines in the hall? Why do you have to go to the mountain? Brother Xiaoqiu, why did the Dujiao take Erliang away?

The courtyard was silent.

Xiaoqiu was concentrating on the competition and didn't see the scene at that time, but he knew that a serious misfortune had happened to Erliang. He couldn't answer Daliang's doubts, and walked towards Shen Geng with a stick in his hand, but was stopped by Zhang Lingsheng halfway.

"Go back to the room." Zhang Lingsheng gave the order majestically, but no one moved. All the children stayed where they were. They seemed to have been hit by a stick and were at a loss.

"What did you do to Erliang?" Xiaoqiu asked Shen Geng through Zhang Lingsheng. He was very surprised that his voice was still so calm.

"I said, go back to the room, the Dujiao will properly solve this matter. "Zhang Lingsheng raised his voice, and some of the children finally turned around obediently, but as soon as Shen Geng spoke, they immediately stopped.

Shen Geng's voice was no different from usual, even the tone did not change, "Pangshan Daoism does not need useless people, let alone spies with demons. Eliminating one will save a trouble."

This was the first time Shen Geng expressed his views on the demons. Most people felt surprised and astonished. When he first arrived at the library, he also recruited three children from Yelin Town, and he did not show any hostility at that time.

Zhang Lingsheng was particularly surprised. He turned around and looked at Shen Geng. He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time. He didn't even notice someone walking by.

The two faced each other,

Xiao Qiu asked calmly: "Did you kill Erliang?"

Shen Geng's answer was equally calm, "If he can still survive, I will be very surprised. "

Suddenly, there was a cry nearby. Xiao Qingtao leaned on Fangfang's shoulder and cried loudly. She usually had to lower her voice when speaking in front of others, but now she cried freely.

Daliang Shen Xiuming frowned even more tightly, as if he had just come to his senses, and said softly: "Kill? Kill? This is impossible! None of us has the ability to kill anyone! Besides, Mengdu Sect will not let Erliang die, and there are also the Grandmasters and the First Seats!" He turned to Zhang Lingsheng abruptly, "Isn't it?"

"Of course, of course, no one has ever died in the hall. You two are not allowed to do anything." Zhang Lingsheng comforted.

The children present glanced nervously between Mu Xingqiu and Shen Geng. Few people thought that Taoist Zhang's warning would work on the two people in the field. Fangfang hugged Xiao Qingtao, who was still crying, and bit her lip tightly.

Shen Geng uttered a short sneer, "Mu Xingqiu, opening your ears makes you feel very powerful, right? "

Xiao Qiu was stunned. He had never told anyone about his ear opening. How could Shen Geng know?

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Lingsheng retorted angrily, "He hasn't started practicing yet, how could he open his ears?"

The first night Xiao Qiu opened his ears, Meng Yuanhou warned him that eavesdropping on other people's conversations in Pangshan would be discovered. Extraordinary hearing is also a kind of magic. This ability is extremely hidden for the owner, but in the eyes of stronger Taoists, all low-level magic can be traced.

"Have you opened all seven orifices?" Xiao Qiu thought of many rumors about Shen Geng, and saw Zhang Lingsheng's fearful eyes looking at Shen Geng. He immediately realized that he underestimated Shen Geng, "You have opened all three fields."

Opening all three fields is a higher level than opening all seven orifices. After perfection, you can condense qi into pills. Zhang Lingsheng has studied Taoism for many years and has not reached this step, but Shen Geng, who is in his teens, has reached it.

"Of course. "Shen Geng turned his gaze to Xiao Qiu's stick and found that it had also turned dark yellow. "Do you think I am in the same realm as you?"

Shen Geng's calm voice had a hint of sarcasm. In this courtyard, he was the only strong man. He was willing to stand here and answer questions, which was a great concession. "I gave you a chance to be my friend, but you fell into depravity and preferred to be with non-demons. I think that's because the influence of the demon species has not been completely eliminated, so you are afraid to get along with real Taoists. I gave you another chance to be my opponent, but you actually let your followers challenge me and humiliate me in this way. Or, are you too scared to fight me?"

The courtyard was quiet.

Xiao Qingtao stopped crying, and Daliang Shen Xiuming was stunned. Zhang Lingsheng looked anxiously at the Laozu Peak in the northeast. The Grandmaster and the First Seats should have sent someone over at this time.

Xiaoqiu had encountered many challenges since he was a child, and there will be more in the future, but only this time made him remember it for the rest of his life. He would remember the boy opposite him who was half a head shorter than him, speaking with a tone of contempt to the bone, as if he was a master standing on a luxurious car; he would remember the silence around him, and many children just watched, blending into the rigid houses around him; he would remember that his heart was steady and strong, but hatred was like a wildfire in the hot summer, sweeping across the grass and trees, and everything was charred.

The atmosphere in the field began to change, and Zhang Lingsheng subconsciously took a step back, "You..."

Two dark yellow sticks collided right in front of Zhang Lingsheng, and the harsh sound almost broke his eardrums, and then dozens of fragments flew over, and he quickly dodged.

It was Xiaoqiu's stick that exploded, and only a short piece was left in his hand.

Shen Geng's stick was intact, but he was not satisfied, and he was not in a hurry to attack. He turned the stick in a circle with one hand, and then slowly took a step forward. The color of the stick dropped to green, and there was no need to use too much force on Xiaoqiu.

Several children from Yelin Town told Xiaoqiu to run away in fear. Zhang Lingsheng shouted angrily, "Stop, don't do it!"

These voices had no effect on Shen Geng or Xiaoqiu. He threw away the stick in his hand, stretched out his right arm, and calmly chanted five words with his palm facing Shen Geng, "Cuo or Luo Ruo Mo."

"Cuo or Luo Ruo Mo." Another voice chanted the spell at the same time as him - Fangfang walked to his side without knowing when, with the same posture as him, and the voice was flat.

Nearly 140 new disciples of Pangshan Taoist sect were shocked when they heard the mantra left by the crazy Mei Chuan'an for the first time. Some of them turned pale, some covered their ears, and some even looked around nervously, thinking that the demon would appear out of thin air with this spell.

Shen Geng raised his lips slightly, revealing a hint of smile. He saw a small piece of air two feet away tremble twice in succession. As a person who knows three fields, he can see it much more clearly than ordinary people. "That's it?" He said, raising the stick and stabbing it into the air, trying to prove the falsity and powerlessness of this spell.

Bang!

The other end of the stick seemed to be tightly grasped by two invisible strong giant hands, twisting at a very fast speed. Shen Geng had to resist at first, but he only lasted for a breath. The whole person was suddenly thrown up, turned twice in the air, and fell heavily to the ground. The stick turned into powder in an instant.

The courtyard was once again occupied by silence, so that every word of a farmer's singing outside the village was as clear as if it was in his ears.

Xiao Qiu walked to Shen Geng's side and looked down at the delicate and beautiful face. Even if it suffered an unexpected blow, it did not show panic.

Xiaoqiu looked deep into those eyes, hoping to find a reason. Everything should have a reason. Shen Geng's so-called "real fight" turned out to be murderous. Erliang and Shen Xiuwei envied and even admired this child. Even after leaving the table, they never said a bad word about him, but Shen Geng still killed him.

There must be a reason.

But those eyes were full of impenetrable clouds. Xiaoqiu could not find a reason or a motive. Everything seemed to be just an insignificant game, a child's game.

Xiaoqiu understood that this was indeed a game, and Shen Geng was indeed a child. He had the naivety of children of the same age, and even more cruelty of children of the same age. The only difference was that he chose humans as the object of the game: he killed Erliang just like a child who was in high spirits killing a beetle that happened to pass by.

Xiaoqiu rode on Shen Geng, raised his fist, and hit the two melancholy and beautiful eyes in turn. He wanted to shatter the mist inside. He wanted to see if there was still a trace of mercy and sympathy behind the mist. He hit hard, treating the two eyes as his toys, his beetle.

The crowd screamed, but Xiaoqiu turned a deaf ear. His open ears were useless at this time. Countless arms came to pull one after another, but Xiaoqiu's fists were not affected at all. He was hitting the target with the strength of lifting the boulder on the Laozu Peak. Even Zhang Lingsheng couldn't stop him.

Blood splashed, the mist dissipated, and Xiaoqiu saw that there was nothing in the eyes, just a void.

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