Meng Yuanhou's way of teaching apprentices was controversial within Pangshan, but he has been stubbornly opposed to the public for several years and has always adhered to his philosophy. He has only given a guarantee to the master and the heads: no one will die, and the Taoist roots are rare, and he will take care of them carefully to prevent accidents.

He became a sect six years ago, and there was no accident on Yangshen Peak. Unexpectedly, his promise was broken when he went down the mountain and trained new disciples in the museum for the first time.

Meng Yuanhou’s surveillance cannot be said to be tight, and his reaction cannot be said to be fast. He is already a Taoist priest in the realm of Gu Xia. A group of children with a newborn Taoist root are as slow and weak as newborn babies, with Shen Geng being the exception.

As soon as Shen Geng's stick changed color, Meng Yuanhou turned around and took action. Most viewers had not even noticed that the situation had changed. He had already pushed Shen Geng back several steps, but it was still too late.

Shen Geng's stick hit Shen Xiuwei's chest with a light blow, and it just seemed like a dragonfly squirting the water.

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

Things happened too quickly, and the competition lasted for a while before everyone could react. Several female disciples screamed in dismay, while more disciples showed panic and were unprepared for such an accident.

"Zhang Lingsheng, let me leave it to you." Meng Yuanhou picked up Chen Xiuwei, gave instructions at the same time, and then looked at Shen Geng.

Shen Geng stood seven or eight steps away, pressing his left hand on the place where he was pushed, holding a dark yellow stick in his right hand, his face full of dissatisfaction and suppressed anger, as if he was treated with great grievance and unfairness. He is indeed a child, but he is not an ordinary child, not the kind of child who can be taught to push away casually.

"What's wrong with my brother?" Daliang Chen Xiuming rushed into the field, staggering and almost hit Du Jiao.

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 When Meng Yuanhou spoke, he had already withdrawn his gaze and soared into the air, flying quickly towards the Old Ancestor Peak in the northeast.

Daliang Chen Xiuming looked around in a daze, as if he didn't understand what was going on. He suddenly asked, "Isn't there any healing medicine in the museum? Why do you have to go to the mountain? Brother Xiaoqiu, why do you have to take Erliang away?"

The courtyard was silent.

Xiaoqiu was concentrating on the competition and did not see the scene at that time. However, he knew that there was a serious misfortune in Erliang. He could not answer Daliang's doubts, and walked towards Shen Geng with a stick, but was stopped by Zhang Lingsheng halfway.

"I will go back to the room." Zhang Lingsheng issued a majestic order, but no one moved, and all the children remained there. They seemed to be hit and were stunned and at a loss.

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

"I said, when you go back to your room, you will teach yourself to solve this problem properly." Zhang Lingsheng raised his voice, and some children finally turned around obediently, but as soon as Shen Geng spoke, they immediately stopped again.

Shen Geng's voice was no different from usual, and his tone did not change. "Pangshan Taoist Orthodox does not need useless people, nor does it require spies with demons. One can be eliminated and one can be avoided."

This was the first time Shen Geng expressed his views on the demon species. Most people felt it was accident and shock. When he first arrived at the museum, he had won over three children from Yelin Town, but he did not show any hostility at that time.

Zhang Lingsheng was particularly surprised and turned around to look at Shen Geng, so surprised that he couldn't keep his mouth shut for a long time. He didn't notice someone walking over him.

The two of them face to face, Xiaoqiu asked calmly: "Did you kill Erliang?"

Shen Geng's answer was equally calm, "I would be surprised if he could survive."

A cry suddenly sounded nearby. Xiao Qingtao leaned on Fangfang's shoulder and cried loudly. She always kept her voice down when she spoke in front of everyone. She cried unrestrainedly.

Daliang Chen Xiuming frowned even more, as if he had just come back to his senses and said softly: "Kill? Kill? This is impossible! None of us has the ability to kill anyone! Besides, the Mengdu Sect will not let Erliang die, and there are also the masters and the heads!" He turned to Zhang Lingsheng suddenly, "Is it?"

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

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

Shen Geng let out a short sneer, "Mu Xingqiu, open your ears and make you feel that you are very powerful, right?"

Xiaoqiu was stunned. He had never disclosed his openness to anyone. How could Shen Geng know?

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Lingsheng retorted angrily, "He hasn't started practicing yet, how could he be able to get it?"

Shen Geng's face was obviously the same as a teenager, but his expression was as cold and ruthless as an adult. He ignored Zhang Lingsheng and continued to say to Xiaoqiu: "You actually eavesdropped on me. Didn't anyone tell you to never use spells against someone stronger than you?"

On the first night when Xiaoqiu was enlightened, Meng Yuanhou warned him that eavesdropping on others' conversations in Pangshan would be discovered. Extraordinary hearing is also a kind of spell. This ability is extremely hidden for the owner, but in the eyes of stronger Taoists, all low-level spells can be found.

"Have you opened your seven orifices?" Xiaoqiu remembered many rumors about Shen Geng, and saw Zhang Lingsheng looking at Shen Geng with fear. He immediately realized that he had underestimated Shen Geng, "You have already understood the three fields."

The three fields of the hidden tunnel are a higher level than the seven orifices. After completion, they can condense qi and form elixirs. Zhang Lingsheng has not yet reached this point for many years of studying Taoism, but Shen Geng, who was in his teenage years, has reached it.

"Of course." Shen Geng's eyes turned to Xiaoqiu's stick and found that it also turned dark yellow. "Do you think I will be in the same realm as you?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Shen Geng's calm voice. In this yard, he was a unique strong man. It was already a great concession for him to stand here to answer questions. "I gave you a chance to be my friend. Unfortunately, you were willing to fall into depravity and would rather 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 the real Taoist priest. I gave you another chance to be my opponent, but you actually asked your followers to challenge me to humiliate me in this way, or are you so scared that you dare not fight me?"

The courtyard is quiet.

Xiao Qingtao stopped crying, Daliang was as quiet as a wooden chicken. Zhang Lingsheng looked anxiously at the old ancestor peak in the northeast. The master and the heads should send someone here at this time.

Xiaoqiu has encountered many challenges since he was a child, and there will be more in the future, but this time he will remember for the rest of his life. He will remember the boy who was half a head shorter than him, speaking in a tone of contempt in his bones, like a master standing on a Chinese car; he will remember that the surroundings are silent, and many children are just watching, integrating with the surrounding rigid houses; he will remember that his heart is stable and powerful, but hatred is like wildfire in the cool summer, sweeping across the grass and trees, and wherever he passes is burnt.

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

Two dark yellow sticks collided in front of Zhang Lingsheng's eyes, and the harsh sound made almost broke through his eardrums, and then dozens of fragments flew over, and he quickly avoided.

It was Xiaoqiu's stick that burst, leaving only a short piece in his hand.

Shen Geng's stick was intact, but he was not satisfied and did not rush to attack. He turned the stick around with one hand and then took a step slowly. The color of the stick dropped to green, and there was no need to use too much power to Xiaoqiu.

Several children from Yelin Town asked Xiaoqiu to run away in horror. Zhang Ling shouted in anger: "Stop, don't do it!"

These sounds had no effect on Shen Geng, nor did they have to Xiaoqiu. He threw away the stick in his hand, stretched out his right arm, and looked towards Shen Geng, calmly reciting five words, "Wrong or weak."

"Wrong or weak." Another voice recited a spell at the same time as him - Fangfang walked to him at some point, her posture was exactly the same as that of him, and her voice was dull.

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

Shen Geng raised his lips slightly, and a smile appeared. He saw a small piece of air two feet away trembling twice in succession. As a person who opened Santian, he saw much more clearly than ordinary people. "That's it?" He said, lifting his stick and stabbing into the air, trying to confirm the falseness and powerlessness of the spell.

Bang!

The other end of the stick seemed to be tightly held by two invisible giant hands, twisting it at an extremely fast speed. Shen Gengchu still had to resist. He only had to breathe for one time, and he was suddenly thrown up, and he turned into powder after two rounds in the air.

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

Xiaoqiu walked to Shen Geng and looked down at the delicate and beautiful face. Even if he was hit by an accident, it did not show any panic.

Xiaoqiu looked deep in those eyes, hoping to find a reason from it. Everything should have a reason. Shen Geng said that "come really" was actually murderous intent. Erliang Shen Xiuwei envied and even admired this child. Even after leaving that table, he never said a bad thing about him, but Shen Geng still killed him.

There must be a reason here.

But those eyes were filled with impenetrable clouds. Xiaoqiu could not find a reason or a motivation. Everything seemed to be just an irrelevant game, a game for children.

Xiaoqiu understood that this was indeed a game, and Shen Geng was indeed a child. He had the childishness of children of the same age and the 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 playing in a fun and positive way to kill a beetle who happened to pass by by chance.

Xiaoqiu rode on Shen Geng, swung his fist, and took turns to punch the two melancholy and beautiful eyes. He wanted to smash the clouds and mist inside. He wanted to see if there was still a trace of pity and sympathy behind the clouds and mist. He threw them hard, treating the two eyes as his toys and his beetles.

The crowd screamed, Xiaoqiu turned a blind eye, and the open ears were useless at this time. Countless arms came to pull them one after another. Xiaoqiu's fist was completely unaffected. He was hitting the target with the power of holding up a huge rock from the Old Ancestor Peak, and even Zhang Lingsheng could not hold it back.

Blood splashed and the clouds dissipated. Xiaoqiu saw that there was nothing in his eyes, and it was empty.

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