Chapter Thirteen: The Thorn on His Back

  The sun sets in the west, the remaining sunlight is like blood.

  "The matter of the square, no matter how well I plan, ends up with just a small disturbance. 6 Zhen let out a light sigh, the biggest variable in the matter of the square was Tang Zhen, this person's emergence was like a big hand stirring up the situation."

  The reason is none other than this person's profound abilities.

  Moreover, if Zhou Ruoyu enters the inner courtyard, no one can help herself. This feeling of having a thorn in her back is very unpleasant for Liu Chen, so if there's an opportunity, she must bring down this rich young lady and not let her enter the inner courtyard.

  Of course, if there's no chance, then improve your own strength, and you can also resist a bit.

  His only advantage was the pile of Ling Grass at the bottom of the pond, and if used well, the effect would be astonishing.

  That snake became more and more cautious, each time it went down it was as if it was wandering in hell, so the Ling Grass was not taken much.

  "We must solve this demon snake!" 6th sense revealed a decisive solution, solving the demon snake is the only way, mainly because he had an intuition that small black fish has limited growth, once it reaches its limit, it will no longer devour spiritual energy.

  In this way, the Spirit Gathering Pill will also be effective. In other words, if one can absorb spiritual energy, then with the crazy contribution points, one's cultivation will make rapid progress.

  One by one, ideas emerge in mind, roughly clear about the road at 6 o'clock.

  In a daze, after experiencing the incident on the square, he didn't realize that he had grown up a lot, and that bit of childish innocence was deeply buried in his heart.

  Hmph!

  He put his feet in the pool, 6 Chen pretended to pick up the fishing rod, and his divine sense controlled the small black fish. A three-finger-wide black fish swam out on the palm of his right foot.

  Suddenly, the little black fish seemed startled and shrank back.

  His consciousness returned to his body, and the six Chens on his forehead unknowingly broke out in a cold sweat. Under his conscious response, a middle-aged man stood quietly not far away, as if he had been paying attention to himself all along.

  "Has he shown up? He shouldn't have, but when did he come?"

  At 6 o'clock, Chen's heart felt a sudden panic for the first time. Now he could only maintain his fishing posture and remain motionless.

  Simaqi was drinking wine, he pondered for a moment, walked slowly forward, but when he arrived at the edge of the pond, his eyes twitched, and there was a sign: "Fishing in progress, do not disturb!"

  Damn it, this little brat has become a big shot!

  He looked at the thin back in front of him with a curious heart.

  This little devil can't even remember his name, vaguely remembers that he was brought in by Li Changhe at the beginning, first impression, honest and simple, typical rural kid.

  "Damn it, countryside girl! The disciples of Qingyun Gate are rioting outside the gate. I thought it was Fang Yu's doing, but it turned out to be you..." Sima Kong had a feeling of being deceived by his own eyes. After learning about the whole story from other disciples later, he almost threw away his wine jug in shock.

  "And that slap from Zhou Rou, it was decisive, without any consideration for the consequences, this guy is afraid of nothing and dares to do anything!" Sima Kong was very certain that this little brat used to be a spoiled child at home, someone who would climb up to the roof and remove tiles.

  At 6 o'clock, Sima Kong lazily asked, "I've heard that you little devil are a wealthy landlord, eating Linggen Dan for breakfast and having so much Jilingcao that it's enough to feed dogs." He was really curious, which poor and remote place could have produced such an arrogant commoner?

  "Awesome!"

  Sixth Brother returned a sentence, his heart still thumping wildly, he feared that the sloppy sect leader would discover his secret.

  But this expression fell into Sima Kong's eyes, like a sulky little kid who refused to acknowledge anyone.

  This kid is really stubborn!

  "Look at that, Laozi just saw it, the Lingcao outside your house is withering and dying, probably hasn't been watered in half a month. You little ghost are not being honest." Sima Kong immediately exposed him.

  He curled his lip: "Mind your own business, anyway I don't steal or rob."

  He took out the set that Sima Kong had initially brought: "You, Qingyunmen, don't give me food to eat, I can't starve to death, right? So I'll do it myself. You, Qingyunmen, can't be so rigid and inflexible, wanting a horse not to eat grass but also not letting the horse run free, is there such logic?"

  Simamen was taken aback, he had been the sect leader for so many years, yet this was the first time he encountered such an arrogant disciple. However, after some thought, he realized that what the little kid said was exactly what he himself was thinking, and that arrogant personality of his was completely in sync with him.

  By now, he had taken quite a liking to this little girl.

  "Alright, I won't bother you anymore, you're on your own. Bring back a wife and I'll be happy for you!"

  Simaqi laughed and said, then he saw that Liu Chen was still sulking, so he said: "I, Qingyun, have been silent for a hundred years. The previous generation of our sect emphasized that everyone should have food to eat and be equal. What was the result? The disciples we taught only knew how to flirt with girls, every day was filled with romance, their cultivation was a mess, and in the end, they all ran away."

  "The old man is in power, this set of rules is all abolished. The strong eat meat, the weak drink soup. It's good to have many eyes now, the competition at the gate is fierce, everyone is working hard."

  "In short, the old man doesn't have any requirements. For the sake of the Five Sects' Grand Competition, Qingyun should get a good ranking and not lose face for our ancestors." Sima Kong sat down by the pond.

  "Xiaoyang River State is a place of Fa Xiu, my Qingyun Sword Sect doesn't smell good, huh? At the end of the boundary, I'm even embarrassed to pay respects to our ancestors." Sima Kong said to himself, completely ignoring 6 Chen: "Sword cultivators are a special group of cultivators, they live by the sword, take pride in the sword, rely on the sword to roam the world, one sword can break all laws!"

  6th Chen glanced at the person beside him, seeing that the sloppy sect leader's face was flushed with excitement, his eyes revealing a proud look, especially when talking about sword cultivation, he seemed like a child talking about something he was proud of.

  Is Jian Xi so popular?

  Doubts in his heart!

  An old man and a young boy sat like this, with the distant purple bamboo swaying gently, the setting sun shining obliquely, casting long shadows by the water's edge.

  Boom!

  The turbulent waves at the bottom of the water, two ferocious beasts collided back and forth, after a moment, they parted ways. The black-scaled serpent coiled its body, its emerald green eyes gazing forward, with an unbelievable thought in its mind.

  The black fish has grown up again!

  At first three fingers wide, half a meter long under the eyes!

  The fish scales were also black, shining brightly, with sharp teeth in its mouth, and even in close combat, the fish was not at a disadvantage, its strength astonishing the Black Scaled Snake.

  It has a feeling that this fish grows too fast in length, if it is allowed to continue, it will surely die.

  Whoosh!

  Black scales shook, a black light condensed.

  "Spitting out dark fog again, you're really shameless!"

  The fish's eyes contracted, and with a twist of its tail, it quickly escaped, of course, on the way, it picked up a handful of Ling grass.

  He had been fighting the demon snake for ten rounds, as long as he didn't fall into the snake's mouth, he wouldn't worry about the six days, but he was afraid of that black fog, this thing was extremely strange, once inhaled, he would fall asleep, then this battle couldn't be fought, as soon as he was swallowed into the snake's belly, he would hardly escape death.

  Compared to the 6th day's puzzle, the black scale snake is even more puzzling. This fish is as cunning as a fox, and with just one flick of its fin, it can run faster than anyone else.

  The next day, 6 Chen once again entered the bottom of the pool, and in the end, he fled with the Ling Grass.

  Three days later, 6 Chen had just entered the bottom of the pool, that black scales demon snake did not fight back, and directly spat out black smoke.

  This time, 6 Chen Lian Ju Ling Cao was not dug up and directly retreated.

  Time passed slowly, and every time he obtained the Ling Grass, he would exchange it for something within 6 days. As for the punishment from the sect leader, he was not allowed to contribute points for a year along with Fang Yu and others.

  Forget it, I'll let Zhang Dageng help me change.

  Linggen Dan the more you eat, the more you eat, unknowingly, 6 Chen stepped into the second layer of Qi practice. However, apart from the physical feeling of great power, there was no substantial effect. Nevertheless, he did not give up and continued to eat, one day he would definitely eat out a single Linggen root.

  The atmosphere in Qingyun Gate became even more intense, and the poor disciples became more arrogant, collecting protection fees, extorting, fighting, doing all sorts of things, as long as they had a reason. On the other hand, Zhou Rou and others, because Tang Zhen was not in Qingyun Gate, were instead much quieter, closing their doors to cultivate, using all their strength to enter the inner gate.

  Maybe they know that everything is just a small disturbance, and only by improving their strength can they enter the inner door.

  "I'm not picky, I want recommendations, collections, reviews, rewards, everything! If you give me a lot, I'll be happy, if you give me a little, I'll go crazy! Fellow Taoist, thank you!"