Drifting classroom

I was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Murong Zhiqiu suddenly brought up this topic.

Murong Zhiqiu said indifferently: "You Fang Daojun is also a powerful Daoist who has been famous for decades, and his strength is extraordinary. And the Daoist Association obviously hasn't found out about this matter, so it directly throws away this impossible task. I left it to the Dao General to deal with it. If it weren’t for your apprenticeship with Mr. Lin, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to leave today. Do you know why the Daoist Association wants to do this?”

My heart sank, I had already guessed the result.And Murong Zhiqiu sneered: "What is a Daoist? For the Daoshu Association, a Daoist is on the one hand doing missions, and on the other hand is a scout. If you die here, they will send Daojiang over. If Dao will die here, then they will know that Daojun is here. Will they continue to fight? No, they will choose to forget about it, because the group of Daojun are all things that are afraid of death. The Daoist Association won't even care about such a small role."

I stopped listening to Murong Zhiqiu, but turned around and walked towards the door on the right.I really can't save the lives of these hundreds of people, Murong Zhiqiu will not regress.

"Li He..."

Just as I was about to walk out the door, Murong Zhiqiu suddenly said, "Just like I've always told you, do you want to be a spearman for the Daoist Association in a foolish way, or are you willing to join us and live a chic life?"

I turned around, biting my unlit cigarette, and sneered, "You're too dizzy, don't you remember wrongly?"

Murong Zhiqiu looked at me playfully, and she said softly: "That's right, I remembered wrongly. You are not loyal to the Taoism Association, and you will not join us, but to Zhou Tianwen, the weakest third party. Listen It's quite ridiculous, in other words, just you guys, what kind of storms can you make?"

I didn't listen to Murong Zhiqiu's words, so I turned and left.

"The one that overthrew the entire Taoist tradition—a colossal storm."

Chapter 272 Christmas Gift

I walked out the door on the right, only to find myself directly in an alley.Looking back at the gate, the inside is already an ordinary ancestral hall, obviously not connected to the trail outside.

Zhao Zhi was squatting on the ground at this time, and when she saw me coming out, she said happily: "Finally back to normal society, I just went to see the nearby sect, and this place is still in Suzhou City."

I nodded and said, "Then you wait here for a while, I'll help you buy some pants."

Zhao Zhi thanked me gratefully, and I went to help her buy a short skirt and new stockings, and then we said goodbye to each other.Zhao Zhifei wanted to leave my phone number, saying that this kind of thing is too mysterious, and if he encounters this kind of thing in the future, he still wants to ask me for help.

I left the phone number of Yin Yang Hall to Zhao Zhi, and then went out to take a taxi back to Yin Yang Hall.

At this moment, my mood is still not very good, if there is no Murong Zhiqiu, even if I fail, those people will not die.At most, they will be black cats for a few years, and then return to normal life.

But Murong Zhiqiu still came, causing hundreds of people to die and hundreds of families torn apart.

There will be nearly a thousand white-haired parents sending off black-haired people, even if they wait until the day they die of old age, they will not be able to wait for the children to come back.They can only live alone every day, and they have to bear the pain of missing their children every day.

Hundreds of children are about to lose their father or mother, or even become orphans and sent to orphanages.They may not have seen enough of their parents' hard work. They only know that their parents get up early and return home late, and save the best meals for themselves.But they can't wait until they grow up to repay, and they will never see the person who raised them again, and they will live in this huge shadow for the rest of their lives.

And how many people can't wait for their other half to come back, even if they promised each other, they still can't wait for that person's betrayal, but they are already living in pain with that person's relics.

And all of this was caused by Murong Zhiqiu.She could turn a blind eye to this drifting place, but in order to enhance her strength, her single action had caused such tragic consequences.

Although Murong Zhiqiu helped me a few times, most of them were because she asked me to do missions of mysterious forces and I couldn't complete them so I called her for help.And Murong Zhiqiu is very insidious, she always gives me very difficult tasks to complete, and then deliberately wants to kill me, either by taking away my tears or depriving me of my life span.

To be honest, I don't have any gratitude towards Murong Zhiqiu. If I have the strength to kill Murong Zhiqiu, I will do it without hesitation.

"Grass!"

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, so I got out of the car halfway. I didn't want my friends to see me unhappy.

My father once told me that life is full of pain and sorrow, but home is a safe haven, the only place people can rely on.He said that no matter how strong a woman is, she can bring her sorrow home, because even if she is a strong woman who dominates the shopping mall, she still needs the care and support of her husband-in-law.

And no matter how weak a man is, he can't bring his anger back.Because men are the pillars of the family, no one wants to see the pillars in a state of despair. In that case, the people I want to protect will lose their sense of security.

The Yinyang Pavilion is my home, and I am the pillar of the Yinyang Pavilion. They cannot let them see my current appearance.

I sat in the dark park, drinking soju in boredom.In the final analysis, it is all because I am not strong enough. If I were strong enough, such a tragedy would not have happened.

but what can i doZhou Tianwen is fleeing for his life, Mr. Lin treats me like a freelancer, and Zhou Xuerui can teach me spells that are not as overbearing as Zhou Tianwen's.

The moonlight was bleak, as if mocking my incompetence, I hummed "Everything House Blues" softly, and suddenly remembered that I was also humming this song when I faced the evil spirit alone for the first time.Does it mean that after so long, I am still the same as before?

I bit hard on the mouth of the glass bottle of soju, and I was not afraid of breaking it.

"Snapped."

A hand suddenly patted my shoulder lightly. I looked at this beautiful hand and sniffed the rich fragrance in the air: "Sister Hong, such a coincidental meeting, are you out shopping?"

"Why do you know it's me?"

Behind me came the gentle voice of Hongluo girl, who seemed a little surprised.

"I remember your smell," I explained.

Hong Luo girl sat beside me, and she said softly: "I haven't come back for a long time, I wanted to see you, but found that your aura was the closest to me. When I came to take a look, I found that you were drinking to relieve your sorrow. This still makes me Surprised, I would believe any of them to be decadent, but you look like this..."

"I'm not decadent..." I shook my head and said, "I just want to be quiet. After this night is over, I guess I will become that unbeatable Xiaoqiang again."

Red Luo covered her mouth and smiled, she turned her head and looked at me seriously: "Then, why are you sad?"

I touched the back of my head and said awkwardly: "I want to become stronger. I drink here, but I feel that I am too weak and I feel unhappy."

"weak?"

Hongluo wiped the wine from the corner of my mouth with a towel, and her voice was as gentle as running water: "My good brother, if you are weak, how could you have become the little heavenly king of Jiangsu Province in just a few months, envied by thousands of Taoist priests?" Revere; if you are weak, how can you kill Han Fenglin, let the head of the Han family in Zhejiang who has been passed down for hundreds of years roar to tear you to pieces; if you are weak, how can you be worshiped as a god?"

"I can understand the first two..." I said, "What does it mean to worship as a god?"

The red girl smiled lightly and said: "Your merit is so high, you really think it's all from doing good deeds? Do you know how many people there are in this world, how many ghosts there are in this underworld, and how many people who are saved in this world of bliss? Are you in good health and live a long life?"

I felt a little shy for no reason, Hong Luo girl should be talking about those who helped me.I didn't expect those people and ghosts to pray for me every day, which caught me off guard.

"If you want to become stronger, of course you can..." Hong Luo said, "But things have to be done step by step. In fact, you are not weak at all, but every time you do things, you are crossing boundaries. Obviously you are a soldier. Wang, but you are always participating in the battles of the generals, so you will naturally feel powerless. Go out for a walk, how many Taoist generals in the entire Jiangsu Province, or the whole country, are your opponents?"

My heart suddenly became brighter, Hong Luo Nu was right, the reason why I feel weak is because I have been doing things that do not match my identity.

The things I do should at least be tasks that Daoist will handle.

"I'm in a much better mood..." I let out a foul breath and asked, "My sister is right."

Red Luo girl smiled, adding a touch of warmth to this bleak early winter.She handed me a gift bag in her hand and said softly, "Merry Christmas."

"You still have Christmas?" I asked in surprise.

Red Luo said angrily: "Time has changed for thousands of years, and I always try to integrate into this society. You said you want to become stronger. I asked for this thing from an old fairy over there in Henan. It's just right for you."

After hearing that it would make me stronger, I said excitedly, "Then can I take it apart now?"

"Yes." Hong Luo Nu smiled.

I opened the gift box excitedly, and saw a slightly curved stick inside. The stick was brown in color and slightly bent at both ends. It was as long as two decimeters, and there was a thin rope at both ends.

And there was a red packaging bag next to the stick. I looked inside and found that it was an arrow.

"What is this?" I asked curiously.

Red Luo Nu took the stick from me, she grasped two sections with her hands, and then pulled it lightly.Suddenly, several pieces of the stick were torn out, like a spring stick, and later turned into a longbow!