: Outer disciples

Xiaopang's parents were elite disciples of the inner sect. At that time, they were incredible. Thousands of disciples outside were flattering them. Xiaopang also followed him and no one dared to bully him. He had to respect him. But as soon as they died, Xiaopang suddenly became a garbage man and rushed directly from the inner mountain to the outer mountain to become a servant. Whenever he thought of this, Song Zhong felt crazy. But now, Song Zhong finally decided to get back everything he had lost.

The next day, Xiaopang got up early in the morning, washed up, took off the beggar's outfit that was deliberately dirty, and put on a new Taoist robe. Today he was going to report to the sect that he had entered the innate realm so that he could become a formal disciple, so he could not be so sloppy anymore.

After dressing up, Xiaopang took a look at the water basin and found that he was a little handsome, but his chubby face was still vulgar and a silly aura. He didn't look like a cultivator with a fairy-like spirit at all. Instead, he looked like a silly idiot, which made Xiaopang laugh and cry. There was no way. He had been used to pretending to be stupid these years, and sometimes he even thought he was a fool! He couldn't change the silly on his face for a while. In helplessness, he could only do this for the time being.

After leaving his broken house, Xiaopang rushed up the mountain. After about a hundred miles of speed, he arrived at a large courtyard covering an area of ​​more than ten miles. This is the outer courtyard of Xuantian Villa, which is specialized in handling chores. From time to time, you can see chores coming in and out.

Xiaopang walked in with his usual smile. He is not a powerful cultivation that calls for the wind and rain, but is just a newly-educated boy. Of course, he dare not be rampant here, so no matter what he thinks in his heart, he must remain humble.

Many of the chores who came and went to know Xiaopang, and when they saw him dressed completely differently from the usual ones, they all looked surprised. One of them, Nanpi, likes to tease Song Zhong on weekdays, and today he directly blocked Song Zhong's way and said with a smile: "Little silly pony, why are you dressing like a person today? Aren't you stupid?"

"Hehe, I've never been as stupid as you!" Xiaopang said with a silly smile.

"What?" Nanpi immediately changed his face when he heard this. This guy is big and thick and has been in the mountain for more than ten years. He usually likes to bully people the most, and Xiaopang is the target of his bullying. He didn't expect that Xiaopang, who was extremely afraid of him, would point at his nose and scold him for being stupid all day. There were many other servants around, all watching the fun, which made him feel very embarrassed. "I was actually scolded by a fool? That's a big deal? How can I stay here in the future?"

Thinking of this, Nanpi was furious and swung his fist fiercely and said, "Fatty, I think you're itchy. Damn, I want it today~"

Before the man could finish his words, everyone heard a crisp sound. Then, the big and thick guy staggered back a few steps and finally sat on the ground. Five finger marks were clearly shown on his face, and a blood stain flowed down his mouth.

"Ah~" It was not until she sat on the ground that Nanpi realized what was going on. She opened her mouth and spit out two big teeth that had been knocked out, then glared at Song Zhong with an incredible face, and said tremblingly: "You, how dare you hit me?"

"Hehe, isn't this nonsense?" Xiaopang said with a silly smile on his face: "Although I know you are stupid, don't be so stupid that you don't know what's going on if you get beaten?"

"You, I'll fight with you!" Nanpi's eyes were red, and he roared and was about to come and fight with Song Zhong, but his best friend immediately hugged him tightly and said anxiously in his ear, "Boss, don't you see it? He has entered the innate realm!"

"Ah~" Nanpi was shocked when he heard this. He hurriedly looked carefully. Sure enough, he saw that Song Zhong's skin treasure light appeared and he had obviously entered the innate realm. No wonder he could slap himself away! It turned out that way. People in the innate realm would naturally be thrust into death.

After understanding this, Nanpi immediately looked like a ball that was deflated, and then said with shock: "Innate realm? How is this possible? His talent is a famous waste. Without a hundred years of practice, it is impossible to enter the innate one!"

Not only Nanpi, but even the people around him were also extremely shocked. You know, whether a mortal can live for a hundred years is a problem, so under normal circumstances, a person with talent like Xiaopang will never be able to enter the innate world by himself alone. But Xiaopang has some chance. After all, he was a good life when he was a child. He was instilled with spiritual medicine by his parents after he was born, and it took at least several years. His skills were specially requested by his parents, which was quite good. In addition, Xuantian Villa is a local cultivation treasure land, which greatly accelerated his cultivation process. Otherwise, he would have to be a mortal for the rest of his life. If an ordinary person with ordinary talent had such an opportunity, he would be afraid he would advance at the age of 10, so how could he wait until now?

Xiaopang also knew that his situation was special. When he saw it, he was shocked by them. He immediately vented his grievances for many years. He then smiled sinisterly and said, "Nanpi, you are a small servant, who dares to block the way of formal disciples and even provoke them. Is it really a good thing? Do I want me to call my brothers from the Law Enforcement Hall and have a good talk about life with you?"

"No~" Nanpi was really scared this time. The outer disciples are also formal disciples, and they are not traitors to contradict them. You must know that in the cultivation sect, the highest priority is the highest and lowest. If the people in the Law Enforcement Hall find out about this, they will whip him a hundred times when they are lighter. If they are heavy, they can be driven out of the mountain gate directly. In order to give him the opportunity to cultivate immortality, his family will almost lose everything. If they are driven back like this, wouldn't they be angry to death?

Thinking of this, Nanpi no longer dared to be arrogant and hurriedly surrendered: "Song Zhong, can't I be wrong?"

"It's really insincere!" Xiaopang didn't look at him directly, but just shook his head and said, "Although you are a little stupid, you should always understand the politeness of kowtowing and apologizing, right?"

When Nanpi heard this, his face turned green, but as the saying goes, people are under the eaves, they must bow their heads. Despite the humiliation, compared to the heavy punishment for driving out of the mountain gate, Nanpi can still distinguish between the seriousness and importance. He gritted his teeth and finally fell to the ground and begged: "Song Zhong, Uncle Song, Grandpa Song! Please spare me, I know I was wrong!"

"Hehe, good grandson! Then I'll spare you once today!" Song Zhong patted Nanpi's head with a smile, and then walked inside. Although he wanted to continue to humiliate Nanpi to repay the humiliation he had received in the past, it was not a good time now. Because there were already many people around him, he didn't want to be the target of others' attention. Low-key is what he needed the most. There is no need to destroy his own plan for a boring servile servant.

Nanpi knew that Song Zhong had gone far, so he dared to stand up. He touched his swollen face and said depressedly: "Damn, it's so unlucky today. I met the 'death' when I came out! Everyone should see him far away from him in the future. We used to bully him, but now it's his turn to take revenge."

"Yeah~" a group of errands nodded with gratitude, and prayed in their hearts that they would not meet Song Zhong in the future.

Xiaopang naturally didn't bother to pay attention to these guys. He wandered around the yard for a few times and soon arrived at a quiet place, inside which was the office of the foreign deacon who was responsible for registering. There was a boy sitting on a chair to watch the door.

Xiaopang walked forward and smiled apologized: "This junior brother has invited me. I'm here to go to Song Zhong. I've just entered the innate realm and come to report it!"

The boy was listless at the beginning, with his nostrils facing the sky, and he didn't like the vulgar little fat man Song Zhong. But as soon as he heard that the other party had entered the innate realm, he immediately changed into a smile and said, "It turns out that it's uncle's arrival. Please sit here first, I'll repay the deacon!" As he said that, he jumped in and ran in.

Xiaopang was also amused and crying when he saw the other party changing his face so quickly. However, it was not very strange that he had seen this situation too much. The cultivation world was so snobbish, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had to smile bitterly, then sat on the chair, and wait quietly.

At this time, under a big peach tree in the yard, there was an old man with white beard sitting on a recliner, leisurely tasting tea. This man was named Li Ping, one of the eight external deacons at the outer gate of Xuantian Villa. Although he seemed to have a high status, it was not. To put it bluntly, he was just a manager who served the inner gate. He is in his 200s this year, and he is still wandering in the realm of the fourth level of the innate heaven. He has no hope of advancement at all and can only wait for death here.

Fortunately, he also knew that there was no hope of promotion and cherished the rest of his life even more. With years of hard work, he finally got to this leisurely job. He didn't have much work every day, and he spent most of his time drinking tea, and he lived a very comfortable life.

Today, he had just made a pot of good tea and was about to taste it. The boy guarding the door broke in and said to him, "Deacon, there is a disciple outside the door asking for a visit!"

"Who is so boring!" Li Ping said impatiently.

"It's Song Zhong!" said the boy.

"Park~" Li Ping opened his mouth and sprayed out the tea in his mouth, and then cursed in anger: "You little bastard, are you giving you a minute? I'm still idle, right?"

Li Ping had a short lifespan, and he was most afraid of this, but he didn't expect that when he was in a good mood, he heard the word "send to the end", which made him feel depressed and his original good mood disappeared. It would be strange if he was not angry.

The boy was scolded for no reason and said helplessly: "Is he the name of this?"

"Damn it!" Li Ping had naturally heard of Song Zhong. He sent him away because he hated this name. However, he came again, and he was so angry that he shouted: "Tell him out, I have no time to see him, and tell him not to come to see me in the future!"

"Oh~" the boy hesitated for a moment, and finally said boldly: "Deacon, Uncle Song Zhong has entered the innate realm. Today I am here to report. Do you really want to drive him away?"

"Nonsense, I'm going to drive him~" Li Pinggang said this, suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said, "Wait, do you say he has entered the innate realm?"

"No? How is this possible? That wasteful guy I have ever seen and heard of. He can enter the innate realm at this age, and that sow can climb a tree!" After Li Ping said, he immediately said, "Go and call him for me!"

"Yes~" the boy agreed and immediately turned around and left.
Chapter completed!