Mt. Qingyun was a famous Taoist sect in the Chu Region. It had been around for three thousand years and had a deep foundation.
In the Chu Region, or rather the Nanzhan Region, the disciples of the Qingyun Immortal Dao Sect stood at the peak of the Mortal Region like gods. The sects and factions of the world were like chickens and dogs in front of the disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect, unable to withstand a single blow. Three months ago, the direct disciple of Mt. Qingyun Immortal Dao Sect, Xiao Jianming, single-handedly killed the nine bandits of the Ghost Smoke Valley. Only one escaped.
The heads of the nine great bandits were already hung at the entrance of the Ghost Smoke Valley as a warning to the public. Xiao Jianming, on the other hand, was determined to get rid of all evils. He was currently chasing after the last bandit in the Yandang Mountain region. It was said that he was the most mysterious bandit. Only his name had been heard, but no one had seen his appearance …
Xiao Jianming firmly believed that he could find him and swore that he would find him. However, no one knew that the tenth bandit had already joined the Qingyun Dao Sect three months later and became his junior brother … if a Dao child was considered a junior brother, that is.
Every ten years, the Qingyun Immortal Dao Sect would recruit a thousand disciples each time. As for the Dao children, there were more than ten thousand of them. Nominally, the Dao children were also disciples of Mt. Qingyun. However, they were different from ordinary disciples. The Dao children did not receive elixirs every month, nor did they have an elder to teach them Dao. They had to do odd jobs every day and only had one day of rest a month.
What he got in exchange was a thin booklet named: Clear Sky Qi Refinement Chapter.
After Fang Xing was led to a row of small wooden houses by the fat Taoist, he handed it to a eighteen or nineteen year old man with a large mole on his face. The fat Taoist grinned as he handed him a stack of green clothes, a booklet, and a small wooden plate with a name engraved on it.
"Go on, you're really lucky. Senior Ling Yun has specially sent word for you to join the sect, but you don't have any recommendation letter, money, or talent, so you can only start from the bottom. This Clear Sky Qi Training Chapter is a secret of our Clear Sky Dao Sect. It's rare for outsiders to see it. Train well, and once you reach the first level of spirit formation, you can be promoted to an outer sect disciple … …"
After the fat daoist left, Fang Xing looked at the young man with a black mole, who had his arms crossed in front of his chest and was looking at him with an unfriendly expression. He also looked at the little daoist beside him, who was not very old but had a silly look of seniority. He asked, "What level are you at?"
The mole youth pointed his thumb at himself and said fiercely, "I already have a sense of Qi. The others don't even have a fart!"
Fang Xing nodded thoughtfully and asked, "How many years have you been here?"
The youth with a black mole sneered and said, "I have been in the sect for six years. They have been in the sect for three years!"
Fang Xing sighed, threw the booklet to the side and sighed, "Seems like I have been tricked by that woman!"
The youth with a black mole was startled and asked curiously, "Which woman are you talking about?"
Fang Xing said, "Ling Yun, that woman said she wanted to recruit me into the sect. Who knew I was here to work and only gave me this lousy booklet. You guys have either been in the sect for seven years or three years, but you haven't mastered anything. Isn't this a lie?"
"Senior Ling Yun?"
The youth with a black mole was shocked. He rushed up and grabbed Fang Xing's collar and said fiercely, "Shut up, don't bring trouble to me. If others hear you cursing Senior Ling Yun like this, not only you, even the few of us will be in trouble! Remember, once you enter this medicinal field, you have to listen to me. If I tell you to go east, you can't go west. If I tell you to catch bugs, you can't catch chickens … … "
"Yes, yes, you will be in charge of emptying the toilet bowls in the future. Also, carry water every day and fill up the water tank … …"
A little Taoist boy with a face full of freckles echoed. From the looks of it, he was probably the one who had emptied the toilet bowls and carried water in the past.
"Hmph, from now on, you will be the one to wash the clothes until someone new comes!"
Another Taoist boy with a fair appearance said. Needless to say, this person was the one who washed clothes.
Fang Xing looked at them one by one and nodded thoughtfully. He said, "So you guys are bullying me … …"
The youth with a black mole smiled coldly and said, "So what if we are?"
As he spoke, he punched the table at the side with a bang. The veins on his arms were exposed and he looked ferocious.
"Do you want to hit me? I will scream … … "
Fang Xing pretended to shout in fear. It seemed like he would scream loudly if someone touched a finger of his.
The youth with a black mole laughed and said, "Don't be afraid, we won't touch you now. It's just that at night, when the door is closed, hehe, there will only be a few of us within a ten mile radius. Even if you scream until your throat breaks, no one will care about you … …"
"Yes, yes, yes, every three months, there will be a senior brother from the Medicine Department coming to inspect. At other times, this is our world. Even if you complain about us, the senior brothers in charge will not care. They don't have the time to care about these things. But you are in big trouble. You have a long future ahead of you. As a Taoist boy, it will take at least ten years before you can leave the mountain … …"
The little Taoist boy with a face full of freckles was very excited as he threatened Fang Xing. It seemed that it was his first time threatening someone and he was inevitably excited.
"Aiyo, big brothers, I am an honest person. I will do whatever you say … …"
Fang Xing suddenly became honest and pitifully begged for mercy from these few big brothers.
"Haha, a coward … …"
The youth with a black mole and the others laughed. Obviously, they had seen such people many times.
The herbal field was very big and very special. In the harsh late autumn, this herbal field was actually verdant. It could be seen that the Taoist sect had some means.
On the first day, Fang Xing started to do the heaviest work in this herbal field. Including the youth with a black mole, there were a total of six people, but they were responsible for taking care of the herbal field within a ten mile radius. The little freckles very responsibly taught Fang Xing what to do: watering, weeding, catching insects, loosening the soil. This herbal field was called Clear Stamen Flower, and it needed to be watered at night. That kind of grass was called Mo Ling Grass, and it needed to be watered in the morning …
Fang Xing learned very quickly, and his attitude was also very good. In the evening, after dinner, he even fetched a bucket full of water and soaked the other people's dirty clothes in the water. He said that he would wash them together at night, hang them out for a night, and then wear them the next day …
The few Taoist boys were very satisfied with Fang Xing's performance. They had already patted their chests and promised to give him good guidance in cultivation.
Fang Xing smiled and said, "Alright, alright. Thank you, Senior Brothers!"
When night fell, the Daoist children were all asleep, and the entire Green Cloud Mountain fell into silence.
Fang Xing took out a sharp dagger from his bag. It looked very sharp with a brass edge, and the blade was not stained with blood.
This was a gift from Third Uncle. At the same time, he also taught him a set of saber techniques. It was sinister and cunning for close combat.
There were many good things in his bag. First Uncle gave him a cloth tiger, Second Uncle gave him medicine, Fourth Uncle gave him a smoke pot that could release sleeping gas, Fifth Uncle gave him iron copper that could release iron needles, Sixth Uncle gave him knockout powder, Seventh Uncle gave him a wild ginseng, Eighth Uncle gave him a wine gourd … Most importantly, there was also a book from Ninth Uncle …
As for the gold leaves from Third Uncle, he had already spent them when he bought a servant girl on the way.
These things were originally carried on Xiao Man's back. Xiao Man had fainted and no one took care of the bag, so Fang Xing picked it up again.
Looking at these things in the bag, Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, then he tied the bag up again.
He carried the knife and tiptoed to the bedside of the youth with a mole. He whispered, "Big Brother Wang Zhi, Big Brother Wang Zhi …"
The youth with a mole was snoring softly. He only woke up after being shaken three times. His beautiful dream was disturbed. He immediately became angry and shouted with dissatisfaction, "What do you want to do in the middle of the night? Do you want to die? "
Fang Xing chuckled and said, "You're courting death!"
After saying that, he stabbed the knife down until the handle.
"Ah …"
The youth with a mole screamed like a pig being slaughtered. He only screamed once before his mouth was covered by Fang Xing.
He listened to the surroundings. It was very good and very quiet. Sure enough, there was no one within a radius of ten miles.
Wang Zhi wanted to struggle, but the knife was in his stomach and seemed to be nailed to the bed. He didn't dare to move for it would hurt.
The other people in the room woke up with a start. They hurriedly lit the oil lamps and immediately saw Fang Xing standing beside Wang Zhi's bed with a knife in his stomach. Fang Xing's face was ferocious. The timid freckled girl immediately screamed in fright.
"If you don't want to die, shut up!"
Fang Xing shouted in a low voice. His childish voice sounded gloomy and terrifying at this time.
The little freckle suddenly stopped screaming, but liquid began to seep out of his crotch.
Fang Xing slowly pulled out the knife from Wang Zhi's stomach, leaving Wang Zhi to hold his stomach and wail on the bed like a prawn. He held the knife and slowly walked past the few children. Every time he looked at someone, that person would tremble in fear. The timid little freckle had already covered his head with the blanket and let out a sob. However, it was very low, just like a ghost.
"It's always been me bullying others. No one has ever dared to bully me. You guys are really bold …"
Fang Xing gestured with the knife in front of every child. "I'll only say one thing. From today onwards, this place is my boss. Whoever I tell to go east, that person can't go west. Whoever I tell to catch insects, that person can't catch chickens. Otherwise, hehe, the knife in my hand doesn't recognize people. I'll kill all of you cheap lives. Do you know who my sister is?"
"Senior Sister Lingyun's favorite! Go and ask around. You guys have eyes but can't see! "
Fang Xing's voice rang out in the wooden hut. No one refuted him. After all, the knife was waving in front of them …
"Fang Xing …"
"What did you call me …"
"Ah … Boss Fang, help bandage Senior Brother Wang Zhi's wound. He … he's dying …"
Fang Xing glanced at Wang Zhi, who was curled up on the bed without making a sound. He chuckled and swung the knife in his hand before returning it to its sheath. He said disdainfully, "He won't die. My third uncle taught me that if the knife pierces the diaphragm acupoint and exits the bulang acupoint, it won't hurt the internal organs. Therefore, he won't die. However, if my hand slips and I don't hit the mark, that might happen. You, come down and bandage him!"
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