Raising the Demon

Chapter 251 Asking what is pride
"He's looking for death! Let him go!" These three people are not beginner monks who don't even have flying swords, but real inner disciples. Although their status is far from Lian Yunping's and their cultivation base is not high, their Feijian was anxious and fast, instantly drawing a few light and shadows, directly hitting the small stone.

"Ah!" Xiao Shitou yelled in surprise, rolled over, dodged a few flying swords, but bumped into the wall with a bang, touched his head, and stood up dizzily.

"Little bastard, I'll cut off one of your legs first, and see if you still run away!" A monk said with a grin.

Little Stone stood there, before he could react, a sword light had already shot out.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

There was a question that replaced the question that was entangled in Zeng Xian's mind just now.

Do you want to go out?
If you don't go out, the little stone will die.

If you go out, you will die.

Of these three people, which one's cultivation base is higher than his own, and how long has it been since he hasn't fought?

Since coming to Xijing, it seems that they are just doing things with their tails between their legs.

Do you still have the courage to fight?
There seemed to be a voice passing through Zeng Xian's mind.

"As a human being, one should have arrogance, and in cultivating immortals, one should only have arrogance."

It was Zi Baifeng's voice, these days, it has always been lingering in Zeng Xian's mind, and it cannot be erased no matter what.

But at this moment, the sound was like a typhoon passing through, rushing out from an unknown corner, sweeping his heart into pieces.

Proud, only proud.

What exactly is pride?

Are you proud of yourself?
When Zeng Xian rushed out, this voice was still echoing in his mind.

His flying sword glowed with off-white light, turned back in the air, but was as swift as thunder and lightning, cut open the space, and blocked the small stone in an instant.

"Dang!" There was a clear and loud crash, like a bell.

The two flying swords turned back separately, and the three of them turned their heads almost at the same time.

"You are such a big man, but there are still three of you. Aren't you ashamed to bully a child?" Zeng Xian stood there. At that moment, it seemed that he had returned from the past. He doesn't look like a monk cultivating immortals, but rather a knight who crosses the rivers and lakes.

His sword, as if it hadn't fought in too long, buzzed through the air with a battle-hungry clank.

"Brother Zeng Xian!" Xiao Shitou cried out in surprise and joy.

"Little Shitou, come here." Zeng Xian beckoned to Xiaoshitou, his eyes swept over the three of them, Jian Guang faltered in the air, as if ready to attack at any time.

Xiao Shitou happily ran forward, the royal monk who had just been slapped in the face by Xiao Shitou was upset, the sword light shot out, and Zeng Xian's sword light refracted like lightning again, blocking the enemy's sword light.

The reason why Zeng Xian came to Xijing with full confidence is also due to his background. The "Flashing Sword" created by his master with all his life is his last trump card.

But this kind of method is actually used to press the bottom of the box, which consumes a lot of spiritual power. With just two swords, Zeng Xian's spiritual energy has already begun to dry up.

The strength shown by Zeng Xian made the three of them dare not act rashly. When the monks fought against each other, no one knew whether they would die or not.

The reason why they chased the little stone was not to send them to death.

Little Shitou refused to give up, but they didn't need to put their lives on it.

"This brother is very skilled." He stretched out his hand to stop the others, and one of them, who looked like a leader, stood up, cupped his hands at Zeng Xian, and said, "I don't know what to call it? Where is the fairyland? Who did you learn from?"

Zeng Xian is working hard to practice the technique of Qi training, the spiritual power in his body is running, slowly recovering, and the third "Flash Sword" is being accumulated, so Zeng Xian doesn't want the opponent to start a war immediately.

However, that question made Zeng Xian's consciousness suddenly return to reality.

"I'm just an ordinary country monk, and my name doesn't matter."

He didn't want to sign up. In the future, the Zhongshan faction would take revenge and send people to hunt him down. There would be no room for him to cry.

Besides, it is not necessarily impossible to be hunted down now...

Thinking of this, Zeng Xian felt like crying.

"This is Brother Zeng Xian, he is my brother's friend. Brother Zeng Xian is amazing. He beat you one, two or three to the ground, and stepped on ten thousand feet!" Xiao Shitou hid in Zeng Xian's room. around, proudly proclaimed.

Ten thousand feet, little rocks, little rocks, you think I'm a centipede!

The helplessness in Zeng Xian's heart.

"Brother Zeng is very skilled, do you want to join our Zhongshan School?" The leader smiled slightly and said, "It is our Zhongshan School's loss for a great talent like Brother Zeng to be exiled. As a member, the inner sect still has some right to speak, as long as Brother Zeng speaks, I guarantee that Brother Zeng will definitely be able to join the Zhongshan School, how about it?"

At that moment, Zeng Xian almost blurted out and asked loudly: "Really?"

Didn't he come to Xijing just to join the Zhongshan School?It can even be said that the biggest extravagant hope is to join the Zhongshan sect. If you can't join, you can join one or two small sects. Anyway, there is enough aura in Xijing, enough to allow him to practice until he dies. Maybe he won't die. Become a fairy?
Now he really wanted to grab Xiao Shitou's neck directly, and use Xiao Shitou as his vote to join the Zhongshan School.

What illusory arrogance, what is that?How much is a catty?Can it be eaten as a meal?

To be a human being, one should have arrogance; to cultivate immortals, one should only have arrogance.

But when faced with the bleak reality, what's the use of being proud?

"The inner disciples of my Zhongshan sect have a high status in the entire Xijing. Outer disciples and beginner disciples must salute you first. They dare not refuse to obey whatever you order." The leader looked Zeng Xian showed a hesitant look, and immediately hit the railway while it was hot.

"What's the use of that? Aren't you being someone else's dog's leg?" Little Shitou poked his head out from behind Zeng Xian's waist, and made a face at them, "You bunch of dogs!"

"Brother Zeng, what do you think?" the leader asked Zeng Xian.

Zeng Xian lowered his head and looked at the little stone.

Little Shitou was also looking at him, his eyes were bright, and there was no prayer or worry in him, only full of trust and expectation.

For a long time, the monks around Xiaoshitou, whether it was Zi Baifeng, Luo Qianshan, Uncle Zhuzi, or others, they have never, never let Xiaoshitou down.

So Xiao Shitou never thought that Zeng Xian would disappoint him.

This unspeakable trust, from a child's trust, made Zeng Xian struggle even more.

What should I do?Why is everything in this world so difficult to choose?

How do you choose this moment?
"No need." Before Zeng Xian found his true heart, he had already opened his mouth.

At that moment, the arrogance returned to him, returned to his spine, propped up his body.

But in less than 5 minutes, both arrogance and arrogance had left his body, and all he had were two scars with deep bones visible, and blood all over his body.

"I thought it was some kind of powerful person, but it turned out to be trash." The leader stepped on Zeng Xian's body and sneered, "You kind of trash, even if you kneel down and want to get started, no one will want it. If I didn't really recruit you into the inner sect, I would be ashamed of myself."

"I've been talking nonsense to him, kill him quickly!" A person next to him said impatiently, his face was still bleeding.

"Don't bully Brother Zeng Xian, I'll go with you." Xiao Shitou bravely stood up, pulled Zeng Xian behind him, and opened his arms to protect him.

"Boy, don't even think about living!" the monk with blood on his face grinned grinningly.

"You dare not kill me." Xiao Shitou looked at the monk in front of him with disdain, "If you dare to kill me, my brother will kill you all, and none of your Zhongshan sect will be left!"

Then Xiaoshi raised his head, and pointed out his dirty neck, which was still covered in mud, to the bloody monk, "Your grandfather Xiaoshi's neck is here, if you don't believe it, come and try it." Try it? Anyway, if I exchange one thousand or ten thousand of you, it won’t hurt me!”

"Bah, what is your brother!" The bloody cultivator spit out a mouthful of blood, and became even more angry, because the little stone poked his sore spot, and they really didn't dare to kill the little stone.

Whether it is Lian Yunping or Zi Baifeng, their lives are more precious than theirs, and even Xiao Shitou's life is much more precious than theirs. If this incident causes the Wang family and the Zhongshan faction to fight against each other, they cannot bear the responsibility Lian Yunping will not help them resist the thunder, and will hand them over very neatly and let them stand on top of the tank.

Therefore, no matter how arrogant they are, Xiaoshi can see through them at a glance.

If the three monks really want to kill Xiaoshitou, how can Xiaoshitou come here?Already dead.

"What is my brother?" Little Stone stretched out a finger, pointed at the monk, and said with a sneer, "You are dead, just wait, I will let you know what you are!"

Xiao Shitou is a man who will take revenge. For a word, he can sneak into the Zhongshan courtyard to steal things, and for a word, he can make this monk miserable for the rest of his life.

But in Zeng Xian's eyes, he felt an unspeakable emotion.

He finally knew what it was.

proud.

No matter when, never bow your head, don't give up, don't be weak and arrogant!
In fact, it's hard to say whether the proud bone is found in Xiao Shitou's body, but his bones are indeed harder than iron, dead hard, dead hard.

"Brother Zeng Xian, thank you, this is for you to eat." Little Shitou turned around and said to Zeng Xian, he stretched out his hand into his arms, the three monks were facing a big enemy, this little bastard was too cunning, they didn't know How many times have you been.

But what Xiaoshi took out was a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

After being in my arms for a long time, it was crushed, and even stained with sweat from small stones.

　Yesterday's second update, it was a bit late to write, and it was updated in the morning.

　　I will try my best to catch up with the two updates today, instead of delaying it until night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)