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On Qingcheng Mountain, it was a vibrant scene.

But now, it's a miasma.

The disciples were nestled in the room, in groups of threes and twos, smoking cigarettes and playing games, and having a lot of fun.

Others are nested in the quilt and secretly watching small videos, and the beautiful world inside makes them fascinated.

Two or three times a day, that's less, some seven or eight times a day, it's like a weak leg.

As the saying goes, the strong is gone.

These disciples have a low cultivation level, and they can't stand the masturbation, they were originally full of spirit and strong body, but now, all of them are gradually dissipating and their spirits are sluggish.

Seriously, walking on the road is like the walking dead.

Not only the disciples, but also some of the elders have also degenerated, and when they confiscated them, they secretly hid a lot of good things, and one by one they also had no intention of cultivating and managing.

This sect has no one to manage it, and discipline is loose, and it is becoming more and more degenerate.

Qingcheng is like this, and the other sects are not much better.

Every day, the Authority sent planes, outside each sect, dropping countless packages and burning batch after batch.

Some sects realized the harm at the beginning, resolutely resisted, and burned batch after batch, but the more this kind of thing is forbidden, the greater the temptation.

They spread secretly, and the seeds of corruption and depravity gradually took root among their disciples.

A little spark, in the end, converged into a fire.

Even Shushan was affected.

In Lao Bai's plan, Shushan is the focus, and three waves of planes fly over every day, dropping pieces of packages and sprinkling them all over the mountains.

At first, the package only contained tablets, mobile phones, magazines, and books, but later it added cigarettes, cigars, wine, and other enjoyable things.

"How can this be, these natives are so vicious that they want to tempt us!"

After seeing these things, Shushan Palm Sect was so angry that he sprang up.

But then, he snorted lightly: "I see, they are working in vain, we Shushan people, all of us are determined, how can we be tempted, this group of natives is really too naïve." ”

"What the master said is extremely true!"

A group of elders chimed in.

They are very confident in the willpower of their own disciples.

But soon, they realized that something was wrong, and among the disciples, these things gradually circulated, and one by one they didn't think about cultivating and indulged in them.

Some are addicted to games, some are addicted to women, and some are addicted to cigarettes, alcohol, smoking all day, and drinking heavily.

It is a fairy wine, which has never been blended, and it will be poured as soon as the cultivation is low.

The good Shushan has become a little smoky and miasma.

"How can it be!"

The palmist's nose was crooked, and his whole body trembled.

"Burn, burn, burn, burn it all for me, who would dare to touch this kind of thing, see if I don't kill him!"

"Guard the door, no one is allowed to go out!"

At that moment, there was a big search and burned the confiscated things.

"Zhangjiao, this trick of the natives is too ruthless, tempting our disciples with pleasure, this is to spiritually destroy our Shu Mountain!"

An elder said solemnly.

"I don't think it's just us in Shushan, other sects must have also encountered such a situation, and we must send someone to alert them!"

Another elder admonished, "Otherwise, our alliance will be ruined." ”

When they sent people to the other sects, they were all stunned by what they saw.

In Qingcheng, there was no one in front of the door, and as soon as you walked in, the front of the mountain gate was also empty and deserted. Walking up the mountain, I smelled a strong smell of smoke and alcohol.

When he came to the place where the disciple was staying, he heard a noisy sound.

That's the sound of the game.

Faintly, there were indescribable voices coming.

In each room, there was a miasma of smoke and a strong smell of alcohol.

This is like a mountain gate, and it is clearly more like a green building and a wine shop.

"It's so unbelievable!"

The Shushan elder said indignantly, with a feeling of hating iron but not steel.

"Those elders, what are the heads of the sect doing! how can you indulge this situation!" he hurried towards the main hall.

When he came to the main hall, he was stunned again.

Damn! He's not mistaken! The guys who were lying there, holding the wine jar, drunk and dreaming of death, turned out to be the elders of Qingcheng, and even the head of the house.

His face twitched, and he felt the urge to vomit blood.

It's all ruined!

All became a group of drunkards, and if the natives came over at this time, they would not be wiped out.

"Stop drinking!

He walked over and struggled to wake the group up.

He bitterly stated his stakes, and the group of people immediately looked ashamed.

"Yes, yes, it's all banned, we can't let the indigenous plot succeed. ”

Thus, a vigorous rectification operation began.

For a while, all over the mountain, there were all the sounds of crying.

"Don't, my Aoi-sensei, my Ozawa-sensei......"

On the first day after the rectification, there was calm in the mountains.

The next day, it was still calm.

But on the third day, the commotion began.

"Damn, fade out of the bird! If you want to smoke or not, if you want to drink or not, if you want to play games without games, how can you live these days!"

"It's too much, don't leave us at all! Their elders can hide things privately, and last night I saw with my own eyes that Elder Xu was squatting in the thatched pit, smoking over there. ”

"What? And such a thing? It's too much!"

"This is oppression, this is exploitation! We can't bear it! We must unite and overthrow the tyranny of the elders!"

"Yes, yes, human rights, all men are created equal, we must overthrow them, fight for freedom, fight for equality. ”

The anger in the hearts of the disciples swelled to the extreme.

They rioted, shouting slogans, rushed out of the lodging quarters, and rushed all the way to the mountainside.

Along the way, they also smashed things on the side of the road, all flowers and plants, and they were all smashed.

Someone took the lead, and more and more people responded, and the whole mountain was boiling, and there were angry disciples everywhere.

Soon, the riot was suppressed.

However, the seed had already been planted in the hearts of the young disciples, and they began to awaken.

"We want to be free and we want to be equal!"

"Outside is the paradise of freedom, here is hell!"

This idea gradually spread among the disciples.

In this way, on a dark and windy night, they defected, and with a yearning for freedom, they escaped from Qingcheng Mountain and ran to the arms of the association.

In other sects, such a situation has gradually appeared, and more and more people have defected and defected to the association, and not only young disciples, but also some middle-aged people, and even elders.

Tang Hao was greatly surprised by this.

He really didn't expect that the effect would be so good.

For these people, they naturally eat and drink well, wait for them, and then shoot a promotional video, and continue to cast them.

In this way, more and more people defected, and the people of all major sects were disheartened.