Xiao Pang's parents were elite inner sect disciples. At that time, they were in the limelight, with thousands of outer sect disciples flattering them. Xiao Pang also benefited from it. No one dared to bully them, and they even had to be respectful. But when they died, Xiao Pang suddenly became trash, and was directly sent from the inner sect to the outer sect as a servant. Every time he thought of this, Song Zhong felt like he was going crazy. But now, Song Zhong finally decided to get back everything he lost.
The next day, Xiao Pang got up early in the morning, washed up, and took off the deliberately dirty beggar clothes, and put on a new Daoist robe. Today he was going to report to the sect that he had entered the Xiantian realm, so that he could become an official disciple, so he could not be so sloppy.
After dressing up, Xiao Pang looked at the water basin, and found that he was more or less handsome, but his chubby face was still wretched, and there was a trace of foolishness. He did not look like a sage-like cultivator at all. Instead, he looked like a silly idiot, which made Xiao Pang not know whether to laugh or cry. There was no other way, these years he was used to pretending to be a fool, sometimes he even thought that he was a fool! For a moment, he could not change the silly look on his face. Helpless, he could only temporarily act like this.
Leaving his broken house, Xiao Pang rushed up the mountain. After flying for about a hundred miles, he arrived at a large courtyard that occupied more than ten miles. This was the outer courtyard of the Xuantian Monastery, and it specialized in handling chores. From time to time, he could see workers coming in and out.
Xiao Pang maintained his usual smiling face as he walked in. He was not a powerful cultivator who could summon the wind and summon the rain, but just a kid who had just entered the sect. Of course, he did not dare to be rampant here, so no matter what he thought, he had to remain humble.
Many of the workers who came and went knew Xiao Pang. Seeing him dressed differently from usual, they all showed a surprised expression. One of them was called Nan Pi, who usually liked to tease Song Zhong. Today, he directly blocked Song Zhong's path, and said with a smile: "Little silly fatty, why are you dressed like a human today? Aren't you stupid? "
"Hehe, I've never been as stupid as you!" Xiao Pang said with a silly smile.
"What?" When Nan Pi heard this, his face immediately changed. This guy was big and burly, and he had stayed on the mountain for more than ten years. He liked to bully people, and Xiao Pang was the target of his bullying. He didn't expect that Xiao Pang, who used to be extremely afraid of him, would actually point at his nose and call him a fool one day. There were many other odd-job workers around who were watching the show. This made him feel very embarrassed. "I was actually scolded by an idiot? How terrible would that be? How am I going to survive here in the future? '
Thinking of this, Nan Pi was instantly enraged. He fiercely raised his fist and said, "Damn fatty, I think you're itching for a beating. Damn it, today I'm going to …"
Before this man could finish his words, everyone heard a crisp slap. Immediately, this burly man staggered back a few steps and finally sat on the ground. On his face, there was a clear imprint of five fingers. A trail of blood flowed down from his mouth.
"Ah …" Nan Pi only realized what had happened when he sat on the ground. He opened his mouth and spat out two big teeth that had been knocked out. Then, he stared at Song Zhong in disbelief and said in a trembling voice, "You, you actually dared to hit me?"
"Hehe, isn't this nonsense?" Xiao Pang still had a silly smile on his face and said, "Although I know you're stupid, don't be so stupid that you don't even know what's going on after being slapped?"
"You, I'll kill you!" Nan Pi's eyes turned red, he roared and was about to rush over to fight SongZhong. But his best friend by his side immediately hugged him tightly, and anxiously whispered in his ear, "Boss, can't you see? He has already entered the Connate Realm! "
"Ah …" When Nan Pi heard this, he was shocked. He hurriedly looked carefully and saw that Song Zhong's skin was faintly shining. Obviously, he had already entered the Connate Realm. No wonder he could send him flying with a slap! It turned out to be like this. It was naturally easy for a Connate Realm person to slap a mortal.
After understanding this, Nan Pi immediately became like a deflated balloon. Then, he said with a shocked face, "Connate Realm? How, how is this possible? His talent is famous for being trash. Without a hundred years of practice, it's impossible for him to enter the Connate Realm! "
Not only Nan Pi, but even the surrounding people were also extremely shocked. One must know that it was a problem for a mortal to live for a hundred years. Therefore, under normal circumstances, a person with talent like Xiao Pang's would absolutely not be able to enter the Connate Realm by himself. However, Xiao Pang could be considered a little lucky. After all, his life was good when he was young. After he was born, he was fed with elixirs by his parents for at least a few years. His cultivation method was also specially requested by his parents, so it was not bad. In addition, the Xuantian Monastery was a precious place for cultivation, which greatly accelerated his cultivation process. Otherwise, he would really have to be a mortal for the rest of his life. If a person with ordinary talent had such an opportunity, he would probably have advanced when he was ten years old. Why would he wait until now?
Xiao Pang also knew that his situation was special. Seeing that he had shocked them, he immediately vented the grievances that he had suffered for many years. He then said with a sinister smile, "Nan Pi, you're just a lowly servant. How dare you block the path of an official disciple and provoke him? You really have guts, don't you? Do you want me to call the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall here and have a good talk with you about life? "
"No ~" Nan Pi was really scared this time. An outer sect disciple was also an official disciple. It was not something that a servant could talk back to. One must know that in the cultivation sects, the hierarchy was the most important thing. If this matter was known by the Law Enforcement Hall, he would be whipped a hundred times. If it was serious, he would be directly kicked out of the sect. In order to give him the opportunity to cultivate, his family almost went bankrupt. If he was kicked out like this, wouldn't his parents be angry to death?
Thinking of this, Nan Pi no longer dared to be arrogant. He quickly admitted defeat and said, "Song Zhong, I was wrong, okay?"
"You really have no sincerity!" Xiao Pang did not even look at him. He just shook his head and said, "Although you're a little stupid, you should at least know the courtesy of kowtowing and apologizing, right?"
When Nan Pi heard this, he was so angry that his face turned green. However, as the saying goes, people under the eaves have to bow their heads. Although it was humiliating, compared to the heavy punishment of being kicked out of the sect, Nan Pi could still distinguish the severity of the matter. He gritted his teeth and finally knelt on the ground. He begged, "Song Zhong, Uncle Song, Grandfather Song! Please forgive me, I know I was wrong! "
"Hehe, good grandson! Then I'll let you off today! "SongZhong grinned as he patted Nan Pi's head, then walked in. Although he wanted to continue humiliating Nan Pi to repay the humiliation he received in the past, now was not a good time. Because there were already many people around, he did not want to be the target of others' attention. Keeping a low profile was what he needed the most. It was not worthwhile to spoil his plan for a senseless odd-job worker.
Nan Pi only dared to stand up when he knew that Song Zhong had walked far away. He touched his swollen face and said gloomily, "Damn, I'm so unlucky today. When I came out, I met someone who was' sending me off '! In the future, everyone should stay away from him. We bullied him so much in the past. Now it's his turn to take revenge. "
"Yes, yes ~" The group of odd-job workers nodded in agreement. At the same time, they prayed in their hearts that they would not meet Song Zhong in the future.
Xiao Pang naturally could not be bothered with these guys. He wandered around the courtyard a few times and soon came to a quiet place. Inside was the office of the deacon in charge of registration. Outside, there was a boy sitting on a chair watching the door.
Xiao Pang walked forward and smiled apologetically, "Junior brother, I'm Song Zhong. I've just entered the Innate Stage and I'm here to report!"
The boy was listless at first, with his nose in the air. He did not like Song Zhong, the wretched son of Xiao Pang. But when he heard that the other party had entered the Innate Stage, he immediately put on a smiling face and said, "So it's Martial Uncle. Please take a seat here first. I'll report to the deacon!" After saying that, he skipped in.
Seeing that the other party changed his face so quickly, Xiao Pang did not know whether to laugh or cry. But he had seen this kind of situation many times, so it was not very strange. The Cultivation World was so snobbish. It could not be helped. He could only smile bitterly, sit on a chair, and wait quietly.
At this time, in the courtyard, under a big peach tree, an old man with a white beard was sitting on a recliner, leisurely tasting tea. This person was called Li Ping. He was one of the eight deacons of the Xuantian Monastery. Although his status seemed to be very high, in fact, it was not so. To put it bluntly, he was just a steward who served the inner sect. This year, he was more than 200 years old, but he was still in the Fourth Sky of the Innate Stage. He had no hope of advancing and could only wait for death.
Fortunately, he also knew that there was no hope of advancing, so he cherished the remaining days. With many years of hard work, he finally got this leisurely job. Every day, he did not have much to do. Most of the time, he just drank tea.
Today, he had just brewed a pot of good tea and was planning to taste it. The boy guarding the door rushed in and said to him, "Deacon, there is a disciple outside the door who wants to see you!"
"Who is it? So boring!" Li Ping said impatiently.
"It's Song Zhong!" The boy said.
"Pu ~" Li Ping opened his mouth and spat out the tea in his mouth. Then he angrily scolded, "You little bastard, I'll send you a bell? You think I'm going to die slowly? "
Li Ping originally did not have much lifespan left. Usually, this was the taboo. But unexpectedly, when he was in a good mood, he heard the words "send you to your death". This made him depressed. His good mood was gone. It would be strange if he was not angry.
The boy was inexplicably scolded, helplessly said, "Is that his name?"
"Damn it!" Li Ping had naturally heard of SongZhong before. Back then, it was because he hated this name that he chased him away. But now that SongZhong came back, he was angered to the point he shouted, "Tell him to scram, this old man has no time to see him, tell him to never come and see me again!"
"Oh ~" The boy hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up his courage and said, "Elder, Senior Uncle Song Zhong has already entered the XianTian stage. I am here today to report to you. Are you really going to chase him away?"
"Nonsense, I'm driving him away." Li Ping just said this and suddenly remembered something. He hurriedly said, "Wait, you said he entered the Innate Stage?"
"No way? How is this possible? That waste wood is the most useless guy I have ever seen or heard of. He can enter the Innate Stage at this age. That pig can climb a tree! "Li Ping finished, immediately said," You go and call him for me! "
"Yes ~" The boy agreed and immediately turned to leave.
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