There was a light snowfall last night, and the temperature in the mountains dropped sharply.

In such a cold morning, only a few scattered figures still insisted on practicing boxing in the square.

The green pines are carrying white snow, the bluestones are chilly, and the sky is bright. A small figure is practicing the Nine Palace Grasp hand in a precise manner. Among the children doing morning exercises, she is the youngest, and she always attracts the attention of others.

Wearing bloated cotton clothes, his feet are short and he doesn't have much strength.

However, turning the palms, punching, kicking, and releasing the hands, each move is exceptionally smooth and natural, like flowing clouds and flowing water, like the rushing wind and snow. Seeing them all makes people feel comfortable.

Her small face was slightly red, her eyes were bright and shining, she was focused and free, not disturbed by external objects at all, as if she was completely immersed in her own world. As she moved, there seemed to be something around her small body.

The invisible energy channels move and flow accordingly.

Ye Xingzhou sat on the railing beside him and clapped his hands excitedly: "She has transitioned from movement to stillness so quickly. She must be my junior sister from Xiaoyao Peak."

Mu Xue, who was using the Jiugong Grasping Hand, did not hear other people's comments. This set of boxing techniques opened and closed, stretching her muscles and bones, and coincided with the number of forty-nine heavenly evolutions. As the boxing path developed, her breathing became longer and longer.

It's regular, and the surroundings become extremely quiet at some point. Those disturbing thoughts disappear without a trace, and my heart becomes clear and pure.

Mu Xue stopped her work and adjusted her breath, feeling happy in her heart, knowing that she had passed the first step of observing the mind and stopping thoughts.

Ding Lanlan ran down the steps angrily: "Xiaoxue! When did you start coming here to practice boxing? Don't you see that the people who come here are all those boys who are so skinny that they can't sit still?"

She took Mu Xue's hand and dragged her back, "Come, come back with me."

Couldn't pull it.

Xiaoxue, who had always been submissive, stood at the foot of the steps, looked at her with a raised face, smiled and shook her head.

"Senior sister, I think this technique is quite suitable for me."

Ding Lanlan stamped her feet: "We are practicing the supreme magic. What is the use of learning these mortal martial arts? Do you want to learn from that reckless martial artist and go to Tiezhu Peak or Xiaoyao Peak? Come back with me quickly."

Xiaoxue is the youngest among the girls playing together, several years younger than her, and she has always been obedient and submissive.

At this moment, Ding Lanlan realized that the so-called obedience was just because nothing she needed to insist on had happened yet.

"No, senior sister. I still want to study for a while." Mu Xue shook her head firmly, with no room for negotiation in her tone.

Seeing Ding Lanlan leave angrily, Mu Xue felt a little regretful.

Many people in the same sect don't like Ding Lanlan because they think she is too domineering and has a bad temper. But Mu Xue does not hate her. Ding Lanlan is just a little arrogant on the surface. In fact, she is a cheerful person and has selflessly shared a lot of spiritual practice with them.

experience and precautions in the sect.

Compared to those people who hide their knives in cotton and are sweet-faced and do evil behind the scenes, Mu Xue actually prefers to get along with such simple and direct people.

During breakfast, Mu Xue knew that she was about to be squeezed out, so she packed a plate of food alone and was thinking about where to find a new seat.

In the corner where they usually gathered, Ding Lanlan stared at her with an unkind look and put her hands on the table impatiently.

After a while, she saw that Mu Xue was still standing in the middle of the road with a plate in her hands, making no movement. She couldn't help but said angrily,

"You haven't come over yet? What are you doing standing there? Do you even have to eat with those boys?"

Ah, isn’t this the wrong direction?

This time Mu Xue was really stunned.

I thought I would be ostracized and isolated, but that didn't actually happen.

For some reason, such a small thing made Mu Xue feel happy, but she soon regretted it.

After seeing the shadow of Cen Qianshan in class, several senior sisters, led by Ding Lanlan, began to circulate the original words of "The Master Mu's Dangerous Hands to Destroy the Disciple" and "The Passionate Thousand Mountains and the Ruthless Snow" during class.

"Ah ah ah, look at this paragraph." Someone quietly opened the page, and four or five heads immediately leaned over, "Cen Qianshan, a slave, knelt on the ground, with a face of humiliation and unwillingness. Mu Xue's charming eyes were like silk, and she stretched out her hand to pinch

She grabbed his chin and forced him to raise his face, 'It's useless to be stubborn now. Before long, you will definitely kneel down and beg me.'"

"Ah ah ah, this is too bullying. She is worthy of being a female devil."

The legendary "devil" Mu Xue raised her head: "What?"

Seven or eight arms stretched out and pushed her aside, "Xiaoxue, go away, you are too young to watch."

"Look here, here, the maid carried the basin into the house, and saw the man with slender legs and handsome face being sent into the curtain by the female devil. At first, he was struggling, but then his face gradually turned red and he begged for mercy.

'Master, please spare Xiaoshan this time.'"

"Ah, the devil! This devil is so evil."

"Why is there only four volumes of "Sentimental Thousands of Mountains and Ruthless Snow"? This is where it says, 'Cen Xiaoshan is a charming guest dressed as a woman', which makes me excited."

"I heard that the latest volume has been handed over, and the first chapter is going to be about 'playing with willows in Futong City, and playing with thousands of mountains on a windy and snowy night'."

"..."

The six-year-old female devil felt that her life was very frustrating. She had to listen to the scandals and legends about herself and her apprentice every day. After hearing it too much, sometimes she would inevitably feel a little dazed and doubt whether she was real.

What unspeakable affairs have you ever done?

The academic career in Huayutang unfolded in an orderly manner.

Every morning, after the morning class, the peak masters of the major peaks come to give lectures in person or by sending representatives in turn. The courses cover a wide range of courses, from alchemy, magic, weapon refining, cultivation to astronomy and geography, various schools, and anecdotes.

The knowledge is extremely rich and everything is available. Even some older brothers and sisters will choose the courses they need at this time and enter the school together to observe.

As a result, students of all sizes gathered together and it was very lively.

There are no mandatory requirements in the afternoon. Young children can choose to learn to read and write, review their homework or simply play around.

Eat well, have fun, and the courses are rich and interesting. The new students quickly adapted to life here.

Here we have innocent and lovely classmates, knowledgeable teachers, and enthusiastic and thoughtful senior brothers and sisters.

Mu Xue felt that such a life was simply too comfortable and unreal.

Of course, occasionally, slightly annoying things happen.

The one who gave lectures on this day was Kongji, the master of Xuandan Peak.

Kongji was tall, with a majestic look and restrained eyes. However, his hair was sparse and twisted into a thin bunch on the back of his head. There were scars above and below his eyelids, which made him look a little chilly when he stared at people.

People who practice immortality and alchemy, even if they have some flaws or scars on their appearance, will often use external elixirs or magic to eliminate them. I don’t know if this teacher doesn’t care, or he thinks it adds to his prestige, so he deliberately doesn’t deal with it.

As soon as he stood on the podium, his voice was as loud as a bell, "I don't care what others have said to you. But I want to tell you clearly that among the thousands of dharma in this world, only the Nine Turns of Returning Pill of my Guiyuan Sect is the highest."

Multiplication. When you enter the mountain gate, you only need to abide by the teacher's teachings and practice the sect's mental method wholeheartedly. The day will come when you will attain enlightenment."

"I hate the evil ways most in my life, especially the scumbag things of demon cultivators. If I find out that any of you dare to be contaminated by those stinky and rotten things..." He put his hands behind his back and glanced at everyone's face.

He snorted coldly, "Don't blame me for punishing people, my men have no sense of propriety."

There was a female student in the school who was recently obsessed with the sad love story of the demon cultivator. She couldn't help but said: "But, Peak Master Ding and Peak Master Su said that the demon cultivator also has..."

"Huh?" Kongji's eyes glared over, and the female student was immediately frightened, shrinking her neck and not daring to continue what she said.

Kongji walked up to her and ordered her to stretch out her hand.

The girl shivered and stretched out her hand.

With a snap of the ruler, he slapped the teenage girl's palm mercilessly.

Holding the sound of the wind, he slapped the ruler three times in one breath, causing the female disciple to cry and beg for mercy before she stopped.

Ding Lanlan approached Mu Xue, who was sitting in the front row, and whispered: "Master Kong once went to the demon world, where it is said that he competed with a demon cultivator in alchemy, and he forged a grudge. He has held a grudge for decades, and he especially hates it.

Demonic Cultivator."

She thought the voice was very subtle, but when she raised her head, she saw Kong Ji's cold eyes looking across the crowd and falling squarely on her.

"You think you have someone in your family who can enter the inner gate smoothly and don't even have to concentrate on the teacher's class?" Kongji said with a stern face, deep nasolabial wrinkles showing at the corners of his mouth, "You stand up to answer, if there is any

If you can’t answer, don’t blame me for not saving some face for Master Ding.”

Ding Lanlan stood up helplessly.

Kongji took out a wooden square medicine box from the Qiankun bag. The box was opened and divided into several upper and lower layers, each of which was cleverly connected. It didn't look big, but it contained Qiankun, which was divided into countless small squares that could fit a large amount of vegetation.

grid, and a magic circle is installed to protect the vegetation placed therein from being fresh and not rotten.

Kongji reached out and took out three spiritual herbs: "Say their names."

Ding Lanlan identified them and breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Fortunately, she recognized these three spiritual herbs: "Jieyoucao, Huangyao, and Hongsi."

Kong Ji nodded, put down the spiritual grass, and took out a small lantern-shaped flower.

Ding Lanlan felt that she had vaguely seen this flower once. It was a very rare spiritual plant. Unfortunately, she could not remember its specific name.

When I was sweating on my forehead, I suddenly saw a page of writing paper placed on the desk of Mu Xue, who was sitting in the front row, with three words "Linglong Flower" on it.

"Linglong flower, yes, this is the Linglong flower. The kind with thorns." Ding Lanlan said hurriedly.

Kongji's face looked slightly better. He nodded, put away the exquisite flowers, and took out a small glass bottle filled with blue powder.

Ding Lanlan's palms were sweaty, and her eyes quietly slipped over Mu Xue's desk, and she saw a series of small words written on the page.

“Fuhao Fish Bone Meal”

Ding Lanlan breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to remember just now: "I remembered, this is the bone meal of Fu Haoyu."

Unexpectedly, when Kongji heard these three words, the muscles on his face trembled, and he showed an angry look. He strode over and grabbed Ding Lanlan's wrist.
Chapter completed!