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Chapter 78 Horse Farm

The first flight leaving Yangshen Peak was a bit unexpected to Xiaoqiu, and even more unexpected to the onlookers. Until the night when the newcomers were still talking excitedly.

The wind was howling outside, and several worn beds of bedding were used to block the leaking gap. In this way, eight people could only squeeze together and share the remaining quilts.

The quilt is full of holes of all sizes. It seems that everyone who covers it enjoys pulling the cotton wool inside. Now it is more like an empty cloth bag.

Even so, the teenagers were still having a lot of chatting, "One move, one move, Brother Xiaoqiu turned around and knocked the eldest brother to the ground with a slap, haha!"

"Do you still remember Zhou Ping's appearance? It seems that he was beaten, his face blushed like a pig's liver, his eyes blinked, and I think he was about to cry."

The boys who saved their vanity box laughed happily.

"That senior brother is also quite funny. He is not convinced when he gets up. His whole body is covered in snow, like a snowman, and he still has to tell, how many times has he been knocked down?"

"Five times! The last time I can't get up, I can guarantee that he pretended to faint, but was afraid of getting beaten. Haha, what a senior brother, Zhou Ping is so swearing so hard that it turns out to be vulnerable."

"It's not withstand Brother Xiao Qiu's attack."

Daliang Shen Xiuming turned around and looked at Xiaoqiu. The enthusiasm in his eyes could be displayed even in the dark. "Brother Xiaoqiu, when did you become so powerful? I still remember the scene of you fighting with Zhou Ping last time, and it seemed that it wasn't so easy."

"Practice bone fist every day, and you can become powerful in a year." Xiaoqiu said with a smile.

"One year? Forget it, I'd better wait for the spring to learn to plant flowers." Daliang was not interested in fighting skills. The other teenagers just thought Xiaoqiu was powerful and no one wanted to learn it.

Xiaoqiu laughed it off. If these disciples were ambitious, they would not be sent to the Yipeng Institute. He would not tell everyone that fighting with the young demon every seven days is the most important reason why he is different from ordinary people.

The young demon was fast and powerful. Xiaoqiu had never gained a significant advantage, but he was never willing to be beaten and had to fight back no matter what. Even if he hit, his speed, strength, and even his eyesight had changed tremendously. In his eyes, the moves of the elder brother were as clumsy as a child who had just learned to walk.

Xiaoqiu himself was also surprised by this change.

The three years of Yangshen Peak were not wasted. He had the mysterious power brought by Kuaitong Santian and had rich fighting skills, only one inner alchemy was missing.

"When they left, did they say they wanted to find 'my mother'? Who is me?" Zhou Ping and others threw down a few harsh words when they carried their senior brother and fled in a panic. Xiao Qiu heard it for no reason.

"Who else can it be? It's their own mother. I'll cry and ask for comfort after being beaten." Daliang curled his lips and retreated into the quilt to sleep. The teenagers were sleepy, and their snoring was fluctuating for a moment.

In the darkness, Xiaoqiu couldn't close his eyes for a long time.

He voluntarily chose to come to the office, which seemed to many people as a foolish and reckless move, but he came here not to demonstrate to the Old Ancestor Peak. Such an approach was as ridiculous as an ants provoking tigers, nor to defeat the eliminated disciples with low strength. He wanted to condense his energy into a pill with his own strength.

He believed that he had this will and ability. The only thing he lacked was the method. He had taught the basic knowledge of how to cast magic, but he did not teach the method of condensed Qi and formed a pill. In their opinion, this step must be strictly supervised by higher Taoists, and it is very dangerous to practice privately.

Xiaoqiu did not ask Lin Sa for help. Lin Dushui may feel really guilty, but he is a disciple of the banned secret department after all. Since Xiaoqiu is not going to enter any subject, he does not want to keep in touch with him anymore.

Only Fangfang can help him.

Fangfang promised that once she mastered the method of condensing qi into pills, she would teach him as soon as possible. As for how she could leave the Ancestor Peak, she could only find a way out.

Xiaoqiu couldn't sleep, so he quietly got off the kang, pushed the door open, and found a secluded place behind the house. He practiced the female ancestor's bone-forging fist several times. He stopped until he had sweated slightly. Then he walked under the wall of the leeward, sat on the ground and thought, and went back to the room to rest in the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, Zhang Qi called out all the newcomers, handed them over to the old disciples, and began to use the hard life they had.

Xiaoqiu was going to release the horse, and Zhang Qi showed him the way, "Follow the main road and go west. You can see the T-junction in about half a day. Turn north and walk for a while. Enter the valley and you will be the horse farm. There is someone there to hand over to you. Go, I won't find someone to send you. I heard that you are agile and should be fine."

Zhang Qi's last reminder was a bit strange. Xiaoqiu didn't ask in detail, and said goodbye to Daliang in a hurry and set off alone.

Xiaoqiu wanted to try how much changes he had changed after opening the Santian, so he spread his legs and ran. It took only half an hour to walk. The road was covered with snow and snow all the way, and there was no view to enjoy. Xiaoqiu stood at the intersection and looked around. The road to the north really led to a valley, but he didn't know where to go west.

When he walked into the valley, Xiaoqiu's eyes suddenly lit up. He was used to seeing the monotonous white snow. He suddenly saw large areas of verdant meadows and colorful wild flowers, and was cheered up.

The valley covers a very wide area, with a slight ups and downs in the middle, and there is no end to see. It is connected with the mountains in the distance. Xiaoqiu knew that this place must be blessed with magic like Jinghu Village, which will present such a beautiful scenery in the middle of winter.

Xiaoqiu was quite surprised that Zhang Lingsheng was willing to hand over such a beautiful man to himself.

There were several houses not far from the entrance of the valley. Xiaoqiu walked around and thought the handover would definitely be here, but after a circle in front of the house, he found no one. There were bundles of grass on one side of the house, and there were more than ten stone mangers lined up next to it, with a few uneasy beans left inside.

"Is anyone?" Xiaoqiu shouted.

No one responded, Xiaoqiu was puzzled. It took a while before he noticed that someone was making gestures to him at the window of a room, his face full of anxiety and fear, as if he had encountered an accident.

Xiaoqiu hurriedly ran over, the man pushed open the door, pulled Xiaoqiu into the house, and then quickly closed the door and latched it.

The house is still spacious, but it hasn't been cleaned for a long time, and it smells of rottenness.

The man was eighteen or nineteen years old and looked very strong, but his face was blue and purple, and he seemed to have been beaten up.

Xiaoqiu was surprised, "Your face..."

"Don't worry about my face, are you here to take over me?" The man said anxiously, his eyes with strong expectations.

"Yes, my name is Mu Xingqiu, yesterday..."

"Okay, that's great."

The man felt relieved and looked at Xiaoqiu with joy that tears were almost flowing out. He stuffed a bunch of keys into Xiaoqiu's hand and said quickly: "It's very simple. Every evening - don't be too early or too late - take out two bags of beans from the warehouse, mix them with grass and put them in the manger, and then go back to the house to bolt the door. That's it. Oh, by the way, the piles of the walls are your food, which is taken once every five times a month."

The man was explaining and looked out through the window, and he was about to leave as soon as he finished speaking.

"That's all? Should the horse house be cleaned, should the manger be scrubbed, should the forage be cut off? Should the horse be fed at night? How many days does the horse have to scrub?"

"No need to cut grass, there is no guillotine here. You can do whatever else you want. If you don't need to brush horses, you can't brush it." The man let out a long sigh, "Good luck, brother, remember that the door must be latched at all times, and when adding weeds... Alas, you will understand soon."

The man didn't even introduce his name and ran out of the valley like a flying person.

Xiaoqiu shook his head helplessly, opened all the doors and windows, released the smell in the house, and then carried the key to check it around. He felt very satisfied. He was just in need of such a quiet place to practice and fight against the young demons.

Xiaoqiu has been very independent since childhood. He stayed at Yangshen Peak for three years and had no ability. He first made a meal for himself and steamed a few pieces of bacon on the rice. The only regret was that there were no vegetables. Xiaoqiu was eating it voraciously while serving Daliang. If he saw this bacon, he would be able to eat it all in one meal.

As the sky got darker, Xiaoqiu mixed beans and grass in the manger. These jobs were all things he used to doing since childhood. He was familiar with the road and was not troublesome at all.

Now he only has one question left. The man ran too fast before and didn't explain. Since he was putting on the horse, what about the horse?

After dark, the horses did not appear. Xiao Qiu returned to the room and fell to the latch. It was not because he was afraid of anything. Tonight was the day when the young demon appeared again, and he didn't want to be disturbed.

Around the second update, the young demon appeared. It didn't care about the new environment. It had just turned from a light blue smoke into a human form and rushed towards Xiaoqiu with its teeth and claws. It seemed that it would never be able to fight enough. The seven-day wait only made it more energetic.

Xiaoqiu was also ready and planned to try a new tactic - a trick he could not use in Yangshen Peak.

"Wrong or weak." Xiaoqiu stretched out his left arm, aimed his palm at the young demon, and quickly recited the spell.

The young demon was slightly stunned and continued to rush forward.

After almost three years, Xiaoqiu has used the five-character spell again and has a brand new feeling. The numbness did not disappear immediately after it was transmitted from the heart to the fingertips, but continued, and was connected with the young demon.

Xiaoqiu immediately concentrated and silently recited the mantras in his mind.

The young demon rushed to a place less than half a foot from his palm and was forced to stop. It looked around in surprise, looking for the invisible net, then opened its mouth and exposed its sharp teeth, making a clicking sound while gnawing.

"You have today too." Xiao Qiu slowly retracted his left arm and pulled the bound young demon closer.

"Tell me, what exactly are you?" Xiaoqiu punched the young demon in the face.

The young demon's small face was about the same size as his fist. After being beaten, he shook twice, then his eyes showed fierce light, and his hands and feet struggled to beat Xiaoqiu, but he couldn't move no matter what, so he could only grit his teeth.

Xiao Qiu punched her single fist and stopped until she felt her arm soreness. Looking at the innocent young demon, she suddenly looked at her face and said, "You can't move, and I can't beat you to death. Why don't we make peace and tell me your origin, is it a demon or a demon? Or something else? Can you understand what I said?"

The young demon's facial features slowly gathered together. Xiaoqiu thought it could finally speak human words, but the young demon vomited a stream of blue smoke and disappeared.

Xiaoqiu fell on the bed tiredly, but with joy on his face. He knew at least one thing - the five-character spell of Nianxin Ke is effective for the young demons, and he no longer has to be careful of this little monster.

The "treasures in the void" that Mei Chuan'an had to pick with all his efforts was actually from a sect's interrupted inheritance. Thinking of the Ai Rong of the twenty-nine female descendants, Xiao Qiu shook his head and felt that the history of the Taoist dynasty was a mess.

The next morning, Xiaoqiu found that the beans in the manger had been eaten clean and fresh hoof prints were left on the ground, but the horses were still missing. He focused on cleaning up the young demon last night and did not hear the sound outside.

After breakfast, he walked deep into the valley, passed two slopes, and finally found the horses and saw an old acquaintance.

The red horse in Yelin Town is actually here too! Xiaoqiu always thought it was left in the forest in Yelin Town, but unexpectedly he was brought over by the master.

Xiaoqiu cheered and ran towards the maroon horse.

The red horse stood alone a hundred steps away from the horses. When he saw Xiaoqiu running, he neighed, and his voice was full of sadness.

After running closer, Xiaoqiu discovered that the jujube horse was thinner and thinner, with fat grass under its hooves, but it refused to chew on it.

Xiaoqiu was puzzled, and the cries of the red horse suddenly became urgent. The horse's head turned around. Xiaoqiu looked over and saw forty or fifty horses running towards him. They were all fat and strong.

The red horse was bullied here, and Xiao Qiu's anger suddenly rose.
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