Reborn as a wolf

Chapter 9 Fragrance Academy

Xie Zhengyang is an outer disciple of Piaoxiang Academy. He looks to be in his twenties, with a handsome face and an otherworldly temperament, showing his impressive identity.

With a square scarf on his head, a white robe, a folding fan in his hand, and cloth shoes on his feet, this is Xie Zhengyang's current attire.

In addition to one headmaster and two vice-headmasters of Piaoxiang Academy, there are eight great masters and 32 junior masters under them, followed by deacon elders, inner elders, outer elders, core disciples, true disciples, inner disciples, etc. Sect disciples, outer disciples.

If an outer sect disciple wants to be promoted to an inner sect disciple, the first step is to directly advance to the foundation stage based on his own strength; the second step is to achieve the top [-] results in the four-year martial arts tournament; the third step is to obtain enough sect contribution points , to exchange; fourth: if the root bone talent is excellent in understanding, he is directly favored by the great master and the junior master, and is promoted to be a personal disciple or a registered disciple; one of four choices, as long as any one of them is met, you can be promoted to an inner disciple.

Xie Zhengyang, who has first-class talent and second-class roots, aptitude, and comprehension, has been stuck in the ninth level of Qi training for more than a year. Compared with his brothers who joined Piaoxiang Academy in the same year, he can only be regarded as an unembarrassing middle-level level .

Talent, root, aptitude, comprehension, any one of the senior brothers who have reached the level of super-A, will either be favored by the elders of the inner sect and accepted as an inner sect disciple, or be outstanding and enter the foundation building stage early to be promoted as an inner sect disciple; If any two items reach the super-A level, there is nothing for the elders of the inner sect. It is already in the category of junior grandmasters vying for it, and they can be directly promoted to true disciples; Standing aside, he belongs to the ranks of the Eight Great Masters fighting for their beards and eyes, and they are definitely core disciples; if all four items reach the super-A level, and there is such a heaven-defying evildoer, the head and deputy head of Piaoxiang Academy need They played games with each other to compete for this all-round evildoer who was a candidate for the head of the sect.

Xie Zhengyang did not have extraordinary talent, quality and understanding, nor did he have the good luck to be favored by the goddess of luck, he did not inherit the skills of a certain immortal who ascended on a crane and left behind the cave, and he did not have the character to pick up the best spirit stone on the road. He didn't collect the heaven and earth elixir in the deep mountains and old forests, so he only had a noble and righteous spirit.

I am full of righteousness and righteousness, and I will not invade evil.

The cultivation method of Piaoxiang Academy is slightly different from that of other human monks. The disciples of other sects absorb the aura of heaven and earth and store it in the dantian. It is spiritual power, commonly known as mana, but the disciples of Piaoxiang Academy generally practice the "Majestic Righteousness Art" .

Nurturing a seed of grandeur in the dantian, through fasting, gathering energy, meditation, thinking, keeping pure, and resting the heart, to strengthen the seed of nobleness in the body and cultivate a whole body of righteousness.

In addition to the bald monks of Jingzen School, the scholars of Piaoxiang Academy are the most active in eliminating demons and defending Taoism.

This time Xie Zhengyang came out of the mountain, he respected the decree of the elders who passed on the skills of the outer school - "Baima City, three thousand miles to the southwest, has gathered resentment in recent days, condensed and never dispersed, covering the sky and blocking the sun. Zhengyang, you have to go out of the mountain, the opportunity to break through the Qi refining stage and enter the foundation building stage is here."

Xie Zhengyang sang "No", and threw out a small thousand paper crane from the long sleeves of his white robe.

When Xie Zhengyang rode the crane out of the mountain, he had already seen many brothers and sisters flying to the southwest on bamboo horses and paper eagles.

Depending on the situation, he wasn't the only one who received this mission from the master.

No one would foolishly make bamboo dragons or paper phoenixes as means of transportation. This is a provocation to the dignity of the beasts. Even the master of Jindan Peak, or even the entire Piaoxiang Academy, cannot bear the anger of the beasts.

Without exception, his fellow apprentices all used spells.

The five-element techniques used by practitioners are roughly divided into the technique of spelling and spelling.

In the primary stage of cultivators, most of them use yellow talisman paper to carry the spells. If they are lucky, they will be given a magic weapon by the elders of the master, and they can use the magic weapon to cast the five elements, which is even more powerful; The first stage is the art of mantra. You can speak the truth without borrowing any talisman paper or magic weapon. You only need to make seals with both hands or one hand, and activate the mana in your body to cast the five elements. , won the favor of the master, and obtained the spiritual weapon refined by himself. With the change of the spiritual level of the spiritual weapon, the power increases exponentially. Even the low-grade spiritual weapon is several times more powerful than the top-grade magic weapon; Disciple, it depends on whether the elders of the inner sect are rich in their hands or shy in their pockets.

Xie Zhengyang sat cross-legged on the back of a ten-foot-sized paper crane, looking into the distance, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

Insufficient than above, more than below.

Some people walk with the wind on their feet, and they are not at ease; some ride on paper cranes, and ride the wind, leisurely;

Southwest, three thousand miles, Baima City.

Even if the horse under his feet is a one-in-a-thousand-mile BMW steed, he travels [-] miles a day with a full budget, and then travels [-] miles at night, and it is estimated that he will arrive in two days; Xie Zhengyang rides a thousand paper cranes. It can be easily reached; as for taking the magic weapon of escaping light, it only takes one day to reach Baima City.

This time, all the disciples from the outer sect of Piaoxiang Academy were dispatched, and their strength was mostly concentrated between the middle stage of Qi training and the late stage of Qi training. Of course, there were a few outer disciples like Xie Zhengyang who were at the peak of Qi training.

When the green-robed Taoist priest and the gray-clothed boy were grilling the body of the double-headed green python on the fire, Baima City was no longer noisy and bustling as it used to be, and the pedestrians on the street were hurrying and tense from time to time. Looking back, most of the shops on both sides of the street have closed their doors, only a few century-old shops are still open, but the business is very light, and there are almost no birds at the door.

Although the bald city lord strictly ordered the guards not to disclose everything that happened in the square, those who disobeyed would be killed without mercy.But within three days, the gossip still spread like wildfire, and everyone in the city knew about it.The restaurants and teahouses that were originally bustling and noisy, full of guests, have long been empty, and even the waiter in the shop is listless and dozing off.

There was wind, and the dilapidated store signs and flags fluttered in the wind, silently telling everything that happened in this small town.

The whole Baima city was full of panic, like ghosts.

Every day, the number of people leaving the city is more than ten times the number of people entering the city. The bald city lord had no choice but to order Baima City to only enter and not to leave.

Yang Nishang was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the face of all beings reflected in the bronze mirror, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned in a bewitching arc.

If the servants of the city lord's mansion used to treat her out of a kind of respect and awe, now the servants' eyes are more out of fear and fear, and there are endless worries in their eyes.

Worried that his beating heart might become food in the mouth of the daughter of Baima City in the next second.

The father who doted on him so much, held it in his mouth for fear of melting, and held it in his palm for fear of falling, now avoids her like a snake and a scorpion. The smile on the corner of Yang Nishang's mouth gradually expanded, and then, unscrupulously big I can't stop laughing.

The laughter pierced the sky, so sharp that it seemed to pierce the eardrums.

Laughing until drops of red tears of blood slid down his face, splashed on the ground, smashed to pieces, crisp like pearls.

"Do I still have tears?"

Yang Nishang murmured, stretched out her hand to hold a red round bead of tears of blood, put it in front of her eyes, looked at it carefully, and stared at it obsessively, as if this tear of blood was the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Goo."

The deadly quiet lady's boudoir made an abrupt sound. Yang Nishang just shook off the blood and tears in his hands, restrained the smile on his face, touched his belly involuntarily, and said to himself: "Since practicing That 'Yin Ming Gui Jue' seems to be hungry very quickly, it only ate a human heart in the morning, why are you hungry again?"

Yang Nishang stood up, gathered the jade hands with long and slender nails in the long sleeves, gradually sank into the rosewood floor, and said to himself: "However, the strength has been strengthened a lot, and it is also a hunting weapon. It's time."

It didn't take a stick of incense time, from a commoner's residence, there was a tragic cry, piercing the sky.

In the city lord's hall, the bald city lord rested his cheeks and looked at the rich and powerful gentry who knelt on the ground in the hall with a smile on their face.

"City Lord."

Kneeling in the front row was an elderly man in his eighties, dressed in brocade clothes and a felt hat made of fox fur. He raised his head slightly and said, "I hope the city lord will show his noble hand and let me wait for a way out."

"Yes, yes, City Lord."

The kneeling crowd below echoed.

The bald city lord grinned, showing an obscure smile, and said, "You all have to leave, and I want to open the city gate to let you go, but if you all leave, and leave completely, my daughter will not be happy."

The kneeling person below seemed to be choked, his face was pale, and he looked hopefully at the bald castellan sitting directly above.

The eighty-year-old man had a mournful expression on his face, and said very painfully: "City Lord, I am willing to give you 10 taels of gold, along with a hundred servants, and I just ask the City Lord to spare our family."

"10 million taels?"

The bald city lord raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Your family, with dozens of lives, is only worth 10 taels?"

"20 taels." The 20-year-old man thought for a while, and then said loudly, "City Master, [-] taels is already the majority of my property, and I hope the Santo Master will accept it with a smile."

The bald city lord clapped his big hand on the armrest of the mahogany chair paved with leather, and the lion said with a big mouth: "50 taels, five hundred family servants, and even a penny less."

The eighty-year-old man sat slumped on the ground as if struck by lightning, smiled miserably, and said, "City Master, you lion opened your mouth too wide, isn't it too big? Are you not afraid of choking on food, and we will perish together?"

The bald city lord sneered, stood up abruptly, looked down at the eighty-year-old man condescendingly, and said by name, "Gu Changping, are you threatening the city lord?"

The eighty-year-old man met the bald city lord's cold eyes like a knife, and said without giving an inch: "City lord, this old man will be hard to obey, not only can this old man not be able to give out 50 taels, but whoever is present here can give it?" 50 taels of 'gold'."

For the word "gold", the eighty-year-old man emphasized his tone, making it appear sonorous and forceful, as if he had landed on the ground and smashed into a hole.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment, the bald city lord smiled, said haha, and said: "Then it's up to you, 20 taels, but you must have [-] soldiers. I know that each of you has your own private soldiers. At this time There is no need to hide it, I don’t care if you really don’t have it or you don’t have it, you have to hand over five hundred soldiers.”

After speaking, the bald city lord walked away in a huff.

The eighty-year-old man was trembling with anger and was on the verge of collapse. There were private soldiers, only six hundred soldiers. After they left the city, they were counting on the six hundred soldiers to escort their family to another city to settle down. Bandits and bandits, who are kings of mountains, must always be on guard against snakes, insects, rats and ants that may escape from the forest beside the official road. If monsters and beasts ravage, how can they not resist without hundreds of soldiers.

This opening of the bald city lord cut off more than half of it abruptly, leaving only a small handful for him.

"Elder Gu."

Kneeling in the second row, a fat man with a big belly, took advantage of the fact that the bald city lord had already walked out of the city lord's hall, got up quickly, supported the crumbling eighty-year-old man, and said in a low voice with a sad face: "This damn bald man, the asking price is too harsh. No, we all fought with him, and we will go out."

The eighty-year-old man glanced at the fat man, and cursed: "Stupid! Lizi is not enough to plan."

Immediately, he pushed away the fat man's support, leaned on the dragon's head crutches, and walked tremblingly towards the outside of the city lord's hall.

When the figure of the eighty-year-old man walked away, the fat man squinted his eyes and cursed secretly, "This old guy really doesn't know how to flatter you, he respectfully calls you Gu Lao, and even sells you to me."

The rich and powerful gentry kneeling on the ground in the city lord's hall stood up one after another, patted the dust on their knees and robes, and whispered to each other to discuss countermeasures.

Is it to pay people to smash teeth and swallow blood, or to gather together and storm the city gate?

Half an hour later, the eighty-year-old man called Gu Lao ordered five hundred soldiers to carry twenty heavy brass boxes to the city lord's mansion, and then handed over the five hundred soldiers to the commander of the guards. Leaning on the dragon's head and crutches, he returned to Gu's residence.

midnight.

The north gate of the city lord opened halfway slowly, and the Gu family led close to 200 people, and left Baima City secretly.

During the period, other people fished in troubled waters and wanted to sneak out of Baima City, but were discovered by the guards and soldiers, and all of them were stabbed to death with a single gun.