In the study room of the museum.

Since Fangfang rarely taught people to read and write, it has become chaotic here, and books are discarded everywhere, some are torn to pieces, and there are handwritings left by brushes everywhere. Some people probably like Meng Yuanhou's teachings, so one wall is full of the words "defying the heavens". The font is thick and heavy, covering up the "works" of others.

Xiaoqiu didn't remember anyone in the museum talking about the art of defiance every day, so he guessed that this must be an introverted child who used graffiti on the wall to vent his desires while there was no one.

He suddenly felt bored, so he began to pack up the books. Although he knew that Taoist Pang Shan had the ability to restore the study to its original state in an instant, he still wanted to experience it himself. This was better than sitting alone on a chair without moving.

Previously, many people with high positions and high powers have come to the museum.

The tragedy that happened in the afternoon greatly shocked the Pangshan Taoist throne. At least five heads and more than twenty Taoist priests arrived at the same time and took the new disciples to Yangshen Peak, leaving only Mu Xingqiu alone. He wanted to wait for punishment here and did not even have the opportunity to say goodbye to the teenagers in the same town.

As the night fell, the museum was empty and there was no one to guard it. Even Zhang Lingsheng had left, and no village woman came to deliver food. Xiaoqiu patiently packed up the books, gently smoothed the cover, and stacked them up.

"These books are not worth much." Someone spoke at the door.

"I know." Xiaoqiu continued to pick up books from the ground.

Xin Youtao curled his lips and answered without any questions: "I have a lot of things. Come and clean up. This is going to return to Yangshen Peak. Do you need me to bring you a word for it?"

Xiaoqiu stood up and thought for a while. He had countless words to say to his friends, Daliang Shen Xiuming, Shen Hao, Fangfang, etc. He had something to say to every young man in Yelin Town, but he didn't want to use someone else's mouth to convey it. So he shook his head, "No need, thank you."

Xin Youtao bowed his lips again, twisted his face as if he was about to leave, but his steps did not move, "Do you believe me this time?"

Xiaoqiu put the two books in his hand on the table and stared at the prince at the door in a daze. Xin Youtao was frightened and took a step back, "I'm not here to laugh at you, really. I said that games are fighting. If you think it is a game, you are still a child. Shen Geng thought it is a battle, so he is not a child, it's that simple."

"Who was defeated?"

"Of course it's you, I don't remember this morning? Oh, and the Shen brothers, they embarrassed me in the dining room. It's a pity that I didn't see you beat Shen Geng with your own eyes."

Xin Youtao hid in the room all day and tasted shame alone, missing a "good show".

"No." Xiaoqiu shook his head, "I'm not talking about today. It was the past. When you were in the palace, who defeated you in the game and made you never forget it?"

Xin Youtao's face turned red, and he didn't even have time to cover it up. Then a hint of anger flashed across his face, but in the end he didn't have an attack. Instead, he laughed twice, "Defeat? I'm the prince, who can..."

He was hit hard today and was in a very bad mood, so his ability to lie was much worse. His smile disappeared without realizing it, and he changed his words coldly, "It's my brother, to be precise, my stepmother, the current Queen of Nishisuke."

Xiaoqiu nodded, said nothing, and continued to pack up the books.

It was this calmness and indifference that angered Xin Youtao. He seemed to be greatly humiliated, which was even more serious than the Shen brothers kicked him out of the circle. "You don't understand at all." He shouted at the top of his voice: "You are just a wild child in the town, full of smell, and you don't know anything except fighting!"

Xiaoqiu stood up and looked at him.

"You don't know anything!" Xin Youtao rushed into the house, and became more and more angry, his eyes were full of fire, as if the boy standing opposite him was his life and death enemy. "That's a game. We play in the garden. Sometimes he asked me to ride as a horse, and sometimes I asked him to ride as a horse, but... But when I was a horse, my father and the queen happened to come. The queen said, 'Look, how approachable the future king of Xijie is, the subjects will like him'. The father said nothing, but from then on I was nothing, not his son, nor the future king. He sent me out of the capital, the farther the better. The Xuanfu Army was not far enough, so he simply sent it to Pangshan!"

Xiaoqiu really didn't understand it very much. The rules of the royal family seemed incredible to him, but he understood the meaning of this story: the queen was Shen Geng, and they all used the cruel principles of adults to explain children's games, so they easily achieved their goal.

"Are you going to take revenge?" Xiaoqiu asked.

Xin Youtao was stunned, and then he regretted telling this story. He should have buried it deeply in his heart and never revealed it to anyone, but he actually expressed his feelings to a wild child and an enemy who had bullied him. What a childish and weak behavior. It was because of this reason that he lost everything and made the same mistake again.

"If you dare to say something to others..." Xin Youtao found that he had no means to threaten the other party at all, and was both angry and turned around and ran away.

Xiaoqiu got some comfort from Xin Youtao's loss of composure. Seeing others' misery, his own seemed to be reduced.

This is a cruel method and a cruel game. Xiaoqiu thought to himself that if he could not control his emotions, he would be Xin Youtao who left with satisfaction.

The night was getting darker and the study was almost cleaned up. Only the scribble on the walls could not be erased by Xiaoqiu. He didn't want to sit on the chair all night, so he started to punch. After doing it again, he felt his pores relaxed, and his mind slowly immersed in the bone-forging fist, and his anxiety about punishment gradually faded away.

The person who announced the punishment to Xiaoqiu was Meng Yuanhou. He stood at the door, where Xin Youtao once stood, behind him was the black sky in the middle of the night. He looked at the words "defying the sky" all over the wall, and his ferocious face twitched slightly, "Mu Xingqiu."

Xiao Qiu's harvest momentum turned around and faced him.

"You fight and hurt people without authorization in the museum, and Lao Zufeng will punish you."

"Is Shen Geng dead?" Xiao Qiu only cared about this matter. When he was pulled away by a Taoist priest, Shen Geng lay on the ground with blood on his face, motionless.

Meng Yuanhou seemed not to want to answer this question, and after a while, he said, "You don't have the ability."

"But he can kill Erliang."

"Shen Geng has already penetrated the three fields. Although there is no inner elixir, it has the mysterious power of the Taoist sect. Shen Xiuwei's mortal body cannot withstand this power. On the other hand, Shen Geng's body has been forged and perfect. No matter how powerful your power is, it is the power of a mortal. As long as he has a breath, he can be saved."

"You never knew he had already understood Santian?"

This is a question, which was raised by a disciple Xiang Du Sect, and there was something about the following intention. Meng Yuanhou was silent again and then spoke, "I don't know, except for his parents. Of course, I can directly check his cultivation, but this is an impolite approach."

Xiaoqiu was also silent. With his little experience, he could guess how many subtle contradictions the three words "irrespectful" contained in Pangshan's disciples.

"Is Erliang... dead painful?"

Meng Yuanhou lowered his head slightly, and his voice became solemn, "He died after going up the mountain, without any pain, at least without the pain of Shen Geng being beaten."

"I really hope to kill Shen Geng." Xiaoqiu said calmly, as if it was just a small regret.

"Well, I'm not a little ambitious." Meng Yuanhou finally found the rhythm of talking to Xiaoqiu, "Do you know why you can defeat Shen Geng?"

"Because of Mei Chuan'an's spell."

"That's right, that was a very ordinary and basic mind-chanting mantra that could hold the most ordinary fireball, but you and Qin Lingshuang recited it at the same time. After the mantra overlapped, there was a little unexpected change - it rebounded Shen Geng's power back. Shen Geng was equivalent to falling himself down, giving you the chance to hit him."

"It's a pity that I failed to seize the opportunity."

"You should feel glad." Meng Yuanhou's tone was gentler than ever, "You don't have that ability, nor do you need that. If you have the energy that others lack, you will have a bright future in practicing the Taoist tradition of Pangshan. You will be expelled from the mountain gate because of a little personal grudge. It will not be worth the loss."

"I was not expelled?" Xiaoqiu remembered clearly that Meng Yuanhou had warned all his disciples that whoever dared to fight in private would be kicked out of Jinghu Village immediately.

"The master discussed with the heads for a long time, and finally felt that although you made a mistake, you were understandable. You can stay in Pangshan, but you have to spend a month in the back mountain?"

"Thinking about mistakes?"

"It's just that you live alone in a cave and reflect on your own mistakes."

Xiaoqiu breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he would not be driven out of Pangshan, and the biggest stone in his heart fell to the ground, although this still could not reduce grief and hatred.

"Will there be something wrong with Fangfang?"

Meng Yuanhou shook his head, "The heads agreed that she just recited a spell, which happened to overlap with your spell. It was not a big mistake. She also tried to pull you away from Shen Geng, so she was just admonished."

Xiaoqiu had only one thing left. He stayed at the end to ask, for fear that he would hear the unbearable result too early. "Where is Shen Geng's punishment? He killed a disciple of Pang Shan."

"He also wants to think about it in the back mountain for five years."

"That's it? Just thinking about your mistakes?" Xiaoqiu couldn't bear the grief and anger.

"For practitioners, this is a very severe punishment."

"I didn't see it."

"The path to practicing Taoism is full of difficulties and obstacles. It is far from enough to rely on one's own efforts alone. It must be guided by a pioneer. This is the responsibility of the Yangshen Peak Master. Shen Geng thought about five years, which means that he will greatly delay the time for condensation of Qi into a pill unless someone is willing to help him."

"His parents certainly want to."

Meng Yuanhou sneered, "Don't you understand yet? There is competition in practicing Taoism. The further you go, the more intense the competition is. No one is willing to sacrifice his time to help others. Father and son, mother and son are not good. Therefore, the nine Daotong has set up positions like Dushui. Every Taoist priest who has reached the realm of Fuxia must serve as Dushui for twenty to fifty years and cultivate new disciples. We are not voluntarily."

Xiaoqiu had nothing to say. Five years later, he might be able to far surpass Shen Geng. This would be the greatest revenge in Shen Geng's view, "I will miss the introductory ceremony."

"It's just a ceremony."

"Then... see you again in a month."

Meng Yuanhou showed a wry smile on his broken face, "You will go to Yangshen Peak in a month, but I will not stay there. I have lost a disciple under my care, and no one has a greater responsibility than me, so I have to think about it."

"How long?" Xiaoqiu asked in surprise.

"One hundred years." Meng Yuanhou replied casually, "We are just on the way, I will take you to the back mountain. Would you like to listen to me?"

Xiaoqiu nodded in confusion, and he was still wondering what a long period of time it would be.

"You will encounter countless challenges on Yangshen Peak, where there are more Taoist children, who sympathize with Shen Geng instead of you. I hope you can remember what I said today when you can't bear it anymore-"

Meng Yuanhou looked up and glanced at the words "defying the sky" all over the wall. Xiaoqiu thought that the Masters wanted to say something like "slow fights and concentrate on practicing", but he said this:

"You must fight the opponent from now on and dare not fight back."

(End of this volume)
Chapter completed!