"I know magic, don't fight with her."

Daliang Chen Xiuming had no time to explain, and Xiaoqiu left with Zhou Ping. He was anxious and afraid, so he walked around the place several times, and finally followed him hard.

The road was full of disciples from the Zhiyong Institute, watching Xiaoqiu and Zhou Ping walk towards the village entrance. The white vapor exhaled from the cold weather covered their already numb eyes. Occasionally, someone followed him, all of them were from Zhou Ping's small gang. Halfway through the road, the eldest brother also appeared. More than ten people followed Xiaoqiu side by side, just like his bodyguards.

The disciple who worked in the kitchen held a long spoon and stood at the door and shouted loudly: "It's time to eat, big pieces of pork, come quickly-" His voice was like a column of water dripping from the eaves, which instantly condensed into ice.

"What's wrong?" The abruptly stopped voice led out the elderly disciples in the warehouse. When he saw this strange team, he immediately understood what was going on and reminded loudly: "Don't make trouble!"

The elder brother pointed at him without saying a word, but the expression on his face clearly warned. The older disciple did not dare to say anything again and turned back to the warehouse.

Xin Youtao stood with his hands against the door, staring at Xiaoqiu from a distance, following his eyes all the way.

When Xiaoqiu and Zhou Ping walked away, the disciples watching began to follow. There was a chaotic and slow footsteps sounded on the snow. Daliang scratched his ears and heads. Seeing Zhang Qi's figure shaking in the kitchen, he hurried over, "Zhang Qi, Brother Zhang, you have to take care of it..."

Zhang Qi smiled and shook his head, put a few large pieces of pork in a spoon and covered the pointed rice bowl, and handed it to Daliang, "Just just have fun, don't care."

Dalian thought he was so stupid. Zhang Qi didn't even have the ability to interfere in the fight between his disciples. He pushed his job away and ran to the weighing place in the center of the village, panting, shouting: "Master Zhang, Taoist Zhang..."

Zhang Lingsheng walked to the door and closed the door.

Daliang was stunned for a moment, knowing that he could never find anyone to help at the Zhiyong Institute, so he had to quickly chase Xiaoqiu in front of him, hoping to persuade him to surrender. He taught them clearly that in front of magic, close combat skills are not very meaningful. No matter how powerful Xiaoqiu fights, how could he fight with me who has already condensed his energy into a pill?

Daliang walked around and ran in front of Xiaoqiu and others, gestured at him, meaning that things were not important, so don't have any trouble, but what annoyed him and inexplicably was that Xiaoqiu actually smiled at him. Is this gangster so brave that he is too brave to be dead?

Xiaoqiu had already walked to the village head, and he had not decided whether to fight. After all, he didn't know me at all. He only wondered one thing - how big mistakes would the disciples who condensed Qi into the pill make before they could be driven to the Yi Yong?

A lonely courtyard at the beginning of the village is my residence. The short fence is covered with a layer of snow and there is no door.

When Xiaoqiu arrived at the entrance, Zhou Ping rushed forward to the courtyard and shouted flatteringly: "My mother, I've found Mu Xingqiu for you."

According to Xiaoqiu's idea, I must be an old woman, at least not young, but the one who came out of the house was a childish girl who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old. She was not tall and was not wearing a Taoist robe. Instead, she was wrapped in a fur coat like Zhang Qi, with no Taoist hairpin on her head and no hair tied up, and she was casually spreading behind her head.

After a glance through the door, Xiaoqiu noticed that the house was equipped with complete facilities, with lacquered tables, smooth cushions, and even carpets.

I stood on the hard snow, hugged my arms and tilted my head, and looked at a large group of teenagers outside. The stereotyped face without a trace of expression made Xiaoqiu feel familiar...

Zhou Ping seemed to have forgotten what the etiquette of Taoism was. He bowed like an ordinary person and pointed at Xiaoqiu, "My mother, it's this boy who speaks wildly and says he is the best at hitting the whole thing. Others are embroidered pillows that are vulnerable. He has also said a lot of bad things about me, but I can't learn it."

My mother's eyes fell on Xiaoqiu.

"He is lying. Brother Xiao Qiu doesn't know who I am. How could he say bad things?" Daliang shouted from behind.

The eldest brother turned around and looked for the person to talk. Daliang immediately shrank his head and hid behind other disciples. The eldest brother didn't find anyone, so he swept around with warning eyes before turning around.

Zhou Ping continued to provoke, "Mu Xingqiu is so crazy that he fought with Shen Gengshen Ji in Jinghu Village three years ago. He was quite disrespectful to Yang Du Sect during Yangshen Peak. Everyone knows these things. When he arrived at the Yipin Institute, he was also dissatisfied with the Yang family and said a lot of bad things. I..."

Xiaoqiu suddenly realized that this mother looked like Yang Baozhen, and they must be a family, but Shen Yang's family was so powerful in Pangshan, how could they let their relatives be sent here? He was even more puzzled.

My mother waved her hand, and Zhou Ping immediately shut up and bowed and retreated aside.

"Guan Shenyue, is he who beat you up to no strength to fight back?" My mother spoke, her voice as crisp as a girl, but her tone brought a bit of laziness in the market, and she didn't look like a Taoist daughter at all.

The senior brother named Guan Shenyue blushed and lowered his head and said, "He is too fast, not like a disciple who is just a Huotong Santian."

My mother pouted her lower lips like a scoundrel boy and shook her head disdainfully, "Originally, it's not my business, but you give me gifts every day, so I have to let you do it."

Zhou Ping was so excited that his eyes shone and said, "Mu Xingqiu just move faster and has no other skills..." He found that my mother's eyes were sweeping, and hurriedly shut up.

"But I have a rule-" My mother's voice became stern, "I won't use others as a tool in this life. Do you guys think that just a few gifts can buy me?"

Zhou Ping, Guan Shenyue and others were all stunned. They never expected to send Mu Xingqiu here, but in the end they were scolded.

"My mother, how dare we bribe you? Mu Xingqiu is indeed disrespectful to you." Guan Shenyue lie with his teeth and lowered his head as soon as he said something. Zhou Ping felt miserable and knew that things were going to be bad.

"He is disrespectful to me, why are you anxious? Why didn't you care so much about me before? Are you a fool?" My mother said louder and louder and more severely, and suddenly waved her hands together and several fire lines shot out.

The line of fire not only aimed at Zhou Ping, but also their group of people.

Everyone was on fire with his right chest, and they were so scared that they threw themselves to the ground, rolled to put out the fire, got up and ran away, and the disciples watching the fun made a way for them. Zhou Ping and Senior Brother should have burned a little heavily, and the route was not straight, and they fell twice. Daliang hid behind others and burst out laughing, muttering in a hoarse voice, "I deserve it!"

Xiaoqiu was still standing there, recalling my mother's spell just now in her mind.

He could see the trajectory of the fire line, and the senior brother who was also able to open the three-dimensional world. He tried to avoid it in advance, but failed. If it were him... he was not sure. As for Zhou Ping and others who had not yet passed the level, the spells were mostly a light trace of unclear light for them. Most of them did not react until the chest caught fire.

People with "Unleakage-free Sky Eye" can see the trajectory of the spells clearly, which gave Xiaoqiu some idea about how to deal with me: he can treat spells as hidden weapons or long-handled weapons, and he doesn't think that spells are out of reach. Now the problem is that the spells are too fast, and the opponent just shoots them with a flip of his hand, and his own speed must be faster.

My mother felt that the problem had been solved, so she turned around and was about to go back to the house, and Xiaoqiu called her.

"etc."

"Hmm?" I replied impatiently, and it seemed that another ball of fire would be created at any time.

The great conscience was not good, so he deliberately yelled and waved hard behind the crowd to attract Xiaoqiu's attention, but Xiaoqiu didn't even see it.

"Give me the stuff back."

"What?"

"A dagger inlaid with rubies, a Bairun Pill, five demon pills, and maybe half a copper ring and a copper coin." Xiao Qiu paid attention to my mother's reaction, and was even more sure that Zhou Ping and others gave his belongings to this mother.

"And..." Xiaoqiu turned around to look for Daliang, and found that he was making various gestures at him in the distance. He nodded to show that he knew and said to me: "There is also Chen Xiuming's golden soul and silver soul, which should be with you."

"I do have these things." I admit frankly. The first time I looked at this boy named Mu Xingqiu carefully, "It was all gifts given to me by others."

"They snatched these gifts."

"Then you go and grab it from them, it has nothing to do with me."

My mother's fingers bent slightly, and Xiaoqiu was secretly alert, but she still discussed calmly: "I will settle the score with them, but I will also ask you to return the things. I will be grateful. These things are souvenirs."

"Your gratitude is more valuable than Jinpo?" My mother's voice became softer, no different from an ordinary woman. Xiaoqiu knew that she was about to make a move.

"I can trade something else." Xiaoqiu hopes to avoid this one as much as possible.

"for example?"

"You can mention it. I will find a way to get it for you, but I won't grab something for you."

"Haha." My mother laughed happily, making Xiaoqiu puzzled, and then she waved her hand like a man, "Okay, since you take it seriously, I will give you a chance. I want a piece of colorful satin from Huangjing, a set of Qianxue porcelain from Jiangnan, a box of condensed fat from Fuhaicheng, no, five boxes, and... let's do these first, I guess you can't get other things."

Xiaoqiu thought the other party would make particularly harsh demands, but he didn't expect that it was all about women. Although he had never heard of it, he could always buy it after some effort, so he nodded, "Okay, I'll do it. I hope you don't use those things and don't transfer them to others."

"Three months." My mother went back to her room and closed the door.

Xiaoqiu's hanging heart gradually let go, and he was really unsure of fighting with a Taoist priest who condensed energy into a pill. Meng Yuanhou said that he would fight the enemy "you can't fight back and you dare not fight back." Xiaoqiu had a new understanding of this, that is, he had to make himself stronger. Only if he was stronger than his opponent, he could still fight, otherwise it would be like asking for trouble.

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