Raising the Demon

Chapter 252
"I don't..." Zeng Xian shook his head and wanted to avoid it, but he opened his mouth unconsciously. This breath, what is it?
As soon as the sweet-scented osmanthus cake entered the mouth, it immediately turned into a pure and extremely soft spiritual energy, flowing through the limbs and bones.

This sweet-scented osmanthus cake is exactly the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made by Laurel, produced by Qingshi, without any semicolons.

It is not a panacea, and its aura content is not very high, but it has a unique effect.

Eliminate the dead energy in the body and make the spiritual energy more pure, which has an incredible effect on breaking through the bottleneck.

When the sweet-scented osmanthus cake entered the mouth, the spiritual power in Zeng Xian's body suddenly surged.

"I'll go with you." Little Stone turned and walked towards the three monks.

One step, two steps, three steps.

"Follow me." Zeng Xian's voice came from behind the little stone.

"Brother Zeng Xian!" Xiao Shitou turned his face and ran back behind Zeng Xian.

"This kid hasn't had enough... Ouch..." The leader who had just looked disdainful covered his face, a deep scar spread from his cheek, as if he had grown another mouth.

"Get lost, I won't say it a second time." Zeng Xian said coldly.

"This guy is just the three-axe... ah!" The monk who was hit by a small stone just said a word, and another light flashed.

The flashing sword still had a flashing trajectory and lightning speed, and a severed hand flew out, spraying blood in the air.

At that moment, Zeng Xian suddenly realized, what is pride?

This is pride.

Because of absolute strength, there is absolute arrogance!
Just now when he was kicked like a dog and covered in blood in front of these three people, even his arrogance was broken.

But now, he swung his sword like the wind and beheaded the opponent like a dog. Only then did he truly feel what it means to be arrogant.

What is proud is not the bone, but the sword...

Well, regardless of whether his understanding of Ao Gu is correct or not, but at this moment, at least he has it.

"Boy, you wait!" Seeing several monks fleeing in a panic, one of them hadn't forgotten to pick his arm off the ground.

"Brother Zeng Xian, you are amazing!" Xiao Shitou blinked his big black eyes with an adoring look on his face.

"How dare you say that, wait until I report this to Lord Zi, and see if you will be grounded!"

"Brother Zeng Xian, don't tell my brother, I won't dare again!" Little Shitou begged pitifully, pulling at the corner of Zeng Xian's clothes. Yan Laowu and others caught him, all in such a pitiful state.

Zeng Xian was begged so dizzy, he was defeated in a daze after a while, so he nodded and said: "Okay, I won't tell Mr. Zi this time, you should go back quickly."

"Thank you, brother Zeng Xian!" Xiao Shitou replied loudly, turned around and ran away, but he didn't know where the little guy went. It didn't look like he was going home obediently.

Zeng Xian stood there for a while, then suddenly shook his head helplessly.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Zeng Xian realized that his body was covered with dust and blood. He came to the river, took off his coat, and swung in the water.

The Taoist robe was made of high-quality materials. Under his vigorous rubbing, the blood immediately melted into the water, leaving only some ugly spots.

There seemed to be something in his heart that dissolved in the water and gradually disappeared.

Everything just now was like a dream, hard to describe and extremely unreal.

But the spiritual power surging in his body was real, and the wounds that had closed and scabbed or even healed were real. This powerful self-healing ability showed that his power had surpassed his previous self and reached a new level.

He wrung his clothes and put the wet clothes on his body. The cold clothes made him more awake, but his body worked spontaneously and instantly evaporated the moisture from the clothes. He washed his face and smoothed his hair , I was immersed in my own thoughts again.

Perhaps, there is no turning back, when Zi Baifeng said "Since you decided to follow me, you can no longer betray".

In his mind, for a while, he was stepped on the ground by three monks, screaming garbage one by one.

For a while, it was a scene where he was majestic and majestic, killing the Quartet.

After a while, he was full of confidence, as if he had really possessed that illusory arrogance.

After a while, I felt that I was a loser, and an unspeakable sense of frustration lingered in my heart.

He had never felt this feeling of confusion, and it seemed that he had felt it a long time ago.

When I first embarked on the journey of cultivating immortals, I felt that feeling of wanting to believe, yet unbelievable.

He doesn't know that this psychology is a kind of self-preservation instinct, worrying that he will not be able to accomplish great goals, setting up obstacles for himself, and making excuses for his failure.

The great winners will break through this barrier, while the mediocre will only fall here again and again.

He walked in a daze, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I am a person who can't even pay back the money owed to others. Can I really be proud?"

Yes, it’s impossible, I’m just that kind of person.

Hawker origin.

From a small sect.

A drift repair.

He has evaded the spiritual energy tax several times, so he is probably on the blacklist.

You can't even decide your own future.

What else do you expect?

At this moment, Zeng Xian heard a voice: "I beg you, I will definitely make up the spiritual energy tax this month, please, give me another chance..."

It's the heavy sound of the flute.

Zeng Xian raised his head and saw three guards from the Prison Department surrounding Di Chong. Di Chong was like a hare surrounded by hounds, screaming in despair. At that time, Di Zhong also saw him.

Like a drowning man desperately grabbing a straw, Dizhong stretched out his hand towards him and said loudly, "Brother Zeng, Brother Zeng, lend me some jade, I don't want to be kicked out of Xijing..."

Zeng Xian turned around subconsciously and wanted to leave. He didn't want to be kicked out of Xijing too. He had evaded the spiritual energy tax several times.

Sorry, I can't help you, Di Zhong...

At that moment, all pride and self-confidence were shattered by the cruel reality.

He was nothing more than a drifter, a drifter that everyone could step on. The three guards were not even monks, so they were able to drive them almost to their knees.

"Hey, it's Brother Zeng Xian." Among the three guards, one of them was puzzled.

Hearing his address, Zeng Xian was a little puzzled, but after a closer look, he was indeed familiar.

"Brother Zeng Xian, you don't know me anymore. I'm Xiao Zhang from the Prison Department, and I'm the one who followed Deputy Shi Xun." There was a hint of flattery in the guard's smile.

Having said that, Zeng Xian recognized this person. There was indeed such a small guard beside Deputy Shi Xun. When he was escorting Qi Xunzheng with them, he was very diligent in running back and forth.

"So it's you, Brother Zhang." Zeng Xian's self-confidence seemed to return somewhat.

"Brother Zeng Xian, what happened, did you fight with someone?" Seeing that Zeng Xian's body was a bit messy, Officer Zhang asked, "If there is a fight, call our brothers!"

"Help Master Zi do something." Zeng Xiandao, he is not lying, I don't know why, after his self-confidence returned, his intelligence also slowly returned, and the panic just now disappeared.

"Brother Zeng Xian, do you know this flute?" Officer Zhang asked cautiously.

"It's a friend of mine." Zeng Xian nodded and said.

"Look, it's really flooding into the Dragon King Temple." Officer Zhang scratched his head in embarrassment, stretched out his hand to lift up the flute that was tired on the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and said: "Sorry, flute Brother, you said earlier that you knew Brother Zeng Xian, this is not a misunderstanding, is it?"

After finishing speaking, he said to another servant beside him: "Issuing a temporary household registration to brother Di, so that no brother will not know about it in the future."

After finishing speaking, he exchanged pleasantries with Zeng Xian for a long time, and then he confessed his guilt and left.

Standing there, Zeng Xian watched the three guards go to the corner, kicked open a door, and lifted a trembling monk out of the house like a rabbit. ridiculous taste.

"Brother Zeng...thank you..." Seeing Dizhong holding the ordinary white book tightly with both hands, and about to kneel down in gratitude, Zeng Xian suddenly felt his spirits fade away.

The two people who used to sing to wine and lived happily, are dead now.

It's just that he has been reborn, what about Di Chong?Can he be reborn?Where is the torch that can ignite his rebirth?
Zeng Xian suddenly lost the desire to speak, he patted Di Zhong on the shoulder, and said, "I can do it myself."

Only then did he realize that, at some point, he no longer belonged here.

They are already two worlds.

Zeng Xian turned around and strode away, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, but there was an uninhibited feeling about it.

As he walked, he suddenly let go of his voice and began to sing.

It was a strange song he heard from Zi Baifeng. It could not be said to be heroic or sad. He once wondered why Zi Baifeng had such a sentiment at such a young age.

Today, I suddenly realized.

"It's so bad that I'm weak.

My life is melancholy, friends are scattered, only a few more today!
The white hair hangs three thousand feet away, smiling at everything in the world.

Ask what can make the public happy?
I saw that the green hills are more charming, and I expect that I should see you in Castle Peak.

Love and appearance are slightly similar.

One scratched his head in the east window.

Just think of Yuanming's poem "Stop Clouds", the flavor at this time.

Jiang Zuo is intoxicated and seeking fame, how can he understand the wonderful principle of turbid mash?

Looking back and calling, Yunfei Fengqi.

I don’t hate the ancients, I don’t see, I hate the ancients but I don’t see my crazy ears.

Those who know me, the second and third sons. "

Singing all the way, Zeng Xian went madly under the surprised eyes of everyone.

In the cracks of the door, in the courtyard wall, in the woods, I don’t know how many drifters secretly watched Zeng Xian singing across the city like this. They admired Zeng Xian’s boldness, doubted Zeng Xian’s publicity, and were surprised by Zeng Xian’s perception, but they dared not Just like that, he rushed out and chased Zeng Xian.

In this world, there are always many things that bind people, making people dare not pursue the right things, and dare not let go of everything to pursue.

I can only look at others through the crack of the door, envious, jealous, and hating.

Arriving at the back door of Zhizheng Courtyard, Zeng Xian knocked on Zi Baifeng's door for the first time.

The door opened almost immediately.

Zi Baifeng stood behind the door, Xiao Shitou hid behind him, seeing Zeng Xian, Zi Baifeng smiled: "Good man Zeng Xiaoxian, you are finally back."

　First more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)