Wang Zhi and the rest, as well as the two Daoist children who ran errands with the fat Daoist priest, were stunned by the scene. The Green Cloud Mountain Dao Sect had strict rules. Since when had a Daoist child beaten up an outer sect disciple? Furthermore, outer sect disciples had cultivated spirit energy. No matter how weak they were, they were not people that Daoist children could get close to. With a jolt of spirit energy, even the strongest Daoist child would be sent flying.
"Let go of Senior Brother Yu …"
After a while, the two Daoist children finally reacted. They shouted in unison and rushed over to snatch Yu Zhenghai away.
"Who dares!"
Fang Xing suddenly stood up. The spirit energy in his body jolted and an inexplicable pressure was released.
The two Daoist children felt their guts go cold. They stood rooted to the ground and did not dare to move forward.
"Wang Zhi, Hanged Man, Little Freckle, tie these two up. Rat Spirit, Luo Biantui, you two go to the medicine department to complain. Tell them that we caught three people who came to the spiritual herb farm to steal herbs in broad daylight …"
Fang Xing ordered coldly. At the same time, he pulled a handful of spiritual herbs from the spiritual herb farm and stuffed it into the fat Daoist priest's arms.
"This … is not good …"
Wang Zhi and the rest were trembling in fear. They hesitated and did not dare to move.
"What are you afraid of? These fellas aren't people from the Medicine Division, and they aren't under orders from the Medicine Division, yet they dare strut around and behave atrociously in front of the Medicine Division, I don't believe that the Medicine Division's people don't have a knot in their hearts … Right, you over there, rat spirit, don't you have a golden hairpin? It's the one who's engaged to your fiancée. Take it and stuff it into his arms. Tell him that he brought two people with him and asked us to secretly give him a few stalks of spirit herbs. We didn't dare to give it to him, so they snatched it from us and even tried to bribe us … "
"I … Okay … Can I get my hairpin back?"
The Daoist children understood what Fang Xing meant. Those who took the rope took the rope and those who took the golden hairpin took the golden hairpin.
Luo Biantui, who ran the fastest, was already prepared to go to the medicine department to complain.
"Wait … wait …"
Everyone turned around, and the one who spoke was actually the fat Daoist priest who had been beaten black and blue.
He had also heard Fang Xing's words. At first, he didn't think much of it, but the more he thought about it, the more shocked he became.
That's right, he was after all not the medicine supervisor, he did not have the right to come here, his words were not justified, this little bastard falsely accused him of stealing the elixir, no one would believe him, after all Qing Yun Taoist sect rules were strict, no one dared to openly steal the elixir, this was the Taoist sect's public resource, it was also a strict order, but if the medicine supervisor really thought that he was here to ask for a bribe, he would be in big trouble.
It was only right and proper for a superior to enjoy the filial piety of a subordinate, but one shouldn't cross the line …
On top of that, even if he explained everything clearly, his reputation would be ruined if he was beaten up by a ten-year-old Daoist boy until his face was covered in blood, and he was tied up like a fat pig and sent to the Medicine Department for punishment.
Even the Supervisor Senior Apprentice Brother of the Miscellaneous Duties Supervisor would feel greatly humiliated and would probably hate him.
He must not make a big deal out of this!
The fat Daoist actually used the reason that Fang Xing went hunting during his working hours to pinch Fang Xing, because he thought that Fang Xing wouldn't dare to make a big deal out of this, but who knew that this kid didn't know what fear was, not only did he beat him up, he even framed him. The elixir of the Taoist sect was as important as his life, he plucked it just like that …
This kid was too fierce, not easy to handle, there was no other way, he could only lower his head!
The fat Daoist instantly understood, and hurriedly shouted, "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding, everyone was just fooling around, don't alarm the Medicine Department Senior Apprentice Brother, kid, put me down, let's talk this out …"
After hearing the fat Daoist's words, all the Daoist boys looked at each other, obviously surprised.
Only Fang Xing smiled coldly, he had already guessed this result.
What he said just now, rather than saying it to Wang Zhi and the rest, it was better to say that he said it to the fat Daoist.
"Aiyaya, Senior Apprentice Brother Zhu, it's all my fault, I didn't know you were fooling around, I hit you too hard …"
Fang Xing seemed to have suddenly changed his face, he smiled and helped the fat Daoist up, even politely patting the dirt off his body.
"My surname is Yu, not Zhu …"
The fat Daoist sat up, his heart skipping a beat, although he had suffered many punches and kicks, he didn't suffer any internal injuries, he could still fight …
Just now, he was ambushed by Fang Xing, that was why he didn't fight, if he really wanted to fight, he wouldn't be afraid.
However, just as this thought rose up in his mind, his vision suddenly blurred, a shining knife was pressed against his neck, the cold touch instantly made the fat Daoist a little sober. Fang Xing's round and cute little face moved closer to the fat Daoist, he said in a low voice, "Stupid fat pig, don't be so shameless, I'm not afraid of anything, if things get out of hand, let's see who's at a disadvantage!"
"This little bastard is a lunatic …"
The fat Daoist was taken aback, he immediately lost all thoughts of fighting.
"You're ruthless. This time, I admit defeat. Let's wait and see how things turn out …"
"Hehe, let's wait and see, who knows who's going to lose, it's also because I saw you, I know I can also become an outer disciple …"
Fang Xing laughed coldly, and the look in his eyes shocked the fat Daoist priest.
He suddenly remembered the scene where he released his spiritual energy, but it was dispersed by Fang Xing, his gaze immediately changed.
"You also cultivated spiritual energy?"
"That's right, it's not that difficult, I still wanted to ask you, what level is called spirit formation first layer …"
The fat Daoist painfully closed his eyes and said, "Forget it, forget it, how did I provoke a little fiend like you. Let me tell you, once the meridians adapt to the existence of spiritual energy, and can let the spiritual energy circulate unobstructed for one round, that is spirit formation first layer …"
"Damn!"
Fang Xing was also surprised, he thought it was some kind of standard, but he actually reached it a month ago.
This was also the reason why Fang Xing didn't have any experience. In fact, the difficulty of cultivating in Daoism is in the beginning and later stages, but the early stages are not difficult. Generally speaking, once the body has spiritual energy, all that's left is to let the meridians adapt to the existence of spiritual energy. It can be said that reaching spirit formation first layer is a matter of course, that's why many Daoist children would directly report to the Daoist sect after cultivating spiritual energy.
Because he had seen the terrifying strength of Daoist disciples, Fang Xing thought that the Daoist sect's cultivation was too terrifying.
The Yin Yang Demon Mirror can examine spells, spiritual treasures, and other people's cultivation, but it can't examine himself. This was also why Fang Xing was helpless.
"Get a basin of water for me to wash my face …"
The fat Daoist said in a low voice, his eyes were so swollen that he could barely open them.
Fang Xing then reacted and hurriedly stood up. He kicked Wang Zhi who was standing there dumbfoundedly and said, "I'm talking about you, why don't you have any eyesight? Quickly get some water for Senior Brother Zhu to wash his face. And you, little freckles, don't just stand there dumbly, put the meat on the table and bring out the few jars of good wine under Wang Zhi's bed. Today, I want to drink with Senior Brother Zhu …"
"My surname is Yu, not Zhu …"
The fat Daoist muttered.
The group of Daoist children seemed to have finally regained their souls as they obediently followed his instructions.
After Wang Zhi brought the water over, he suddenly reacted, "How did you know I hid four jars of good wine under my bed?"
Fang Xing glanced at him and said, "There are only three jars left …"
His heart was a little disdainful of him, he doesn't know how to hide things at all. Who would hide good things under the bed!
Wang Zhi wailed and ran to look at his wine.
After the fat Daoist washed his face, he wanted to leave this nightmarish place as soon as possible. However, Fang Xing had already put the wine and meat on the table and warmly invited the fat Daoist to sit down to eat and drink with him. The fat Daoist was almost forced to sit down. He was a foodie to begin with, but when he saw the roasted rabbit meat and the three jars of fragrant wine, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.
Moreover, he also understood that this little bastard named Fang Xing was simply a freak. He had only been a Daoist child for a few days, but he had already taken in all the Daoist children in Area C3 as his underlings. One must know that these Daoist children were all older than him. In addition, this fellow had already cultivated spiritual energy. Once he reported to the Dao Sect, his status would be the same as his, so there was really no need to make things too awkward.
His methods were ruthless and he was extremely daring. No one wanted to have such an opponent.
With this thought in mind, the fat Daoist took the opportunity to get out of this predicament. His expression was no longer as unsightly as before. After the jar of wine was emptied, his face was already flushed red as he started to drink. He put his arm around Fang Xing's shoulder, looking no different from a real brother.
As for the spiritual herb that Fang Xing had pulled down to frame, it was now planted back into the soil. Whether it lived or not depended on luck. Anyway, it wasn't strange for one or two spiritual herbs to wither in the spiritual herb field occasionally. As long as there were a lot of them, it was fine.
After drinking a jar of wine with the fat Daoist, Fang Xing had already inquired about most of the things he wanted to know. His eyes lit up and he said thoughtfully, "So, as long as I ring the Voiceless Bell next to the spiritual field, I can become an outer sect disciple?"
The fat Daoist said with a slurred tongue, "That's right, brother. Go ring the bell tomorrow, I'll be waiting to congratulate you on your promotion!"
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