It's night, the dormitory of the miscellaneous disciples. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhuang Bi sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a spirit stone in his hand and cultivating with his eyes closed.

In his senses, the surrounding environment was full of aura, and one mantra after another was silently recited in his heart, wanting to capture the aura and transform it into his own qi.

But the night passed leisurely, as usual, without the slightest progress.

You must know that some geniuses can even succeed in condensing qi in a few hours, and he has been five years, and there is no trace of condensation.

"No, still no."

Zhuang Bi held the spirit stone tightly in his hand and gritted his teeth, like words popping out between his teeth.

"Why can't I practice qi? Why? ”

Zhuang Bi wanted to roar, but finally smiled and gave up.

Calming down, Zhuang Bi got out of bed, discharged from the hospital and lifted the bucket, his eyes slowly firmed, the corners of his mouth grinned, as if nothing had happened to start the day.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Zhuang Bi's daily life is extremely boring, refining his body during the day and trying to condense his qi at night.

On this day, Zhuang Bi was carrying two buckets full of water and was walking on the mountain road, his forehead covered with sweat.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At this time, suddenly there was a dull collision sound in front of him, Zhuang Bi was puzzled, and quickly stepped forward and bypassed a small road bend.

…………

"Boy, you actually told me that you didn't have the refreshment fee this month, do you know what the result will be if you cheat me?"

There were four people in the field, three of whom were outer disciples, surrounding a black-clothed miscellaneous disciple in the middle.

The miscellaneous disciple fell to the ground, covered in dust and stains, and even his face and body were covered with blue and black marks, obviously beaten.

"I really don't have it anymore, really."

The miscellaneous disciple coughed, raised his head slightly, one eye was swollen, and he looked at the black scar head that was squatting down and looking at him, and said with difficulty, he was weak.

"Everyone else has paid it, but you don't pay it alone, which makes it difficult for me to do it!"

Black Scar stood up, nodded, and lowered his finger to the miscellaneous disciple, "Okay, since that's the case, then continue, I'm sure you'll remember if there is one." ”

The two outer disciples suddenly sneered, clenched their fists and were about to hit again.

"Stop, let go of Mo Ye."

At this moment, a voice stopped.

The cultivators of the outer disciples who had cultivated qi naturally had already discovered that someone was coming, and the footsteps sounded in their ears.

It's just that he doesn't know how to hide it, and when he thinks about it, he knows that he is a miscellaneous disciple who has no cultivation, so Black Scarhead didn't care, but he didn't expect the other party to jump out to stop it.

"Yo, I thought it was? It turned out to be you. ”

The black scar head is not calm, he remembers Zhuang Bi, every month others are sad to pay for refreshments, only Zhuang Bi, every time with a faint smile.

Black Scar also likes such a crisp conscious handyman.

"You guys, can you let him go?"

As soon as Zhuang Bi finished speaking, he realized that he had said a nonsense.

It stands to reason that he should avoid such a scene and should not take the initiative to find trouble.

However, Mo Ye is his neighbor, and the two have known each other for several years, and they are almost like brothers.

He also knew that the spirit stone that the other party was poor to, it was because a few months ago Mo Ye's family sent a letter, saying that the two old people were unwell and were sick from time to time.

If it was someone else, he could have turned around and left, but the other party was his best friend in the Qingyu faction, he hesitated, but still couldn't turn around and leave, even if he knew that it was useless to stand up.

But sometimes it doesn't need to be useless, but it doesn't stand up.

"Let him go, you can."

The words of the black scar head made Zhuang Bi stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he saw the other party and continued, "As long as you make up the spirit stones he owes, then you can forget it." ”

"Me."

Zhuang Bi paused, today is the last few days of this month, and the miscellaneous disciple only has a few spirit stones, and his spirit stones have long been used up, and there is no left on his body at all.

"Why, I can't take it out."

The black scar head seemed to have expected it, and looked at Zhuang Bi playfully, "If you can't take it out, then don't get in the way, get out of the way, otherwise I will fight with you." ”

"Zhuang Bi, leave me alone."

Mo Ye gasped and roared in a deep voice.

Zhuang Bi was already very moved to stand up, but he didn't want to involve the other party.

"I ......"

Zhuang Bi wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, only clenched his fists tightly.

At this moment, the memories hidden deep in his mind jumped out, and those things seemed to coincide with what he was looking for, just yesterday.

At this moment, he longed for strength, and he felt extremely bitter that he couldn't condense his qi.

"Let him remember."

The black scar head was not in charge of Zhuang Bi, and said lightly to the two outer disciples.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two outer disciples did not use their strength with their bare hands, but only relied on their physical strength, otherwise they could kill Mo Ye with a few punches.

Mo Ye gritted his teeth, in front of his friends, he didn't want to lose his temper, but around like this, the strength contained in his fist still made blood ooze from the corners of his mouth.

Zhuang Bi's body began to tremble, this is angry, for himself he can only watch and can not save Mo Ye, angry with himself, angry at the other party for bullying people too much, angry, this unfair world.

"Yo, don't you two know each other?"

Seeing Zhuang Bi's appearance, the black scar touched his own hair, and there was a scar running through his head, which looked hideous and terrifying.

Zhuang Bi was silent, staring at all this.

Burst!

Suddenly, Mo Ye, who had been beaten for an unknown number of punches, vomited blood, and finally couldn't hold it anymore, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Zhuang Bi's face changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward, "Mo Ye, how are you?" ”

"I didn't ...... thing, still ...... Die...... No. ”

Mo Ye half-opened his eyes and responded word by word.

"How is it, do you remember where the spirit stone is?"

Black Scar waved his hand and motioned to the two outer disciples not to move first and walk over by themselves.

"I didn't ...... No. ”

Mo Ye closed his eyes and still replied like this.

"It's stubborn, but it's okay, I like your stubbornness, if you compromise easily, it's not fun."

Black Scar didn't care, in the Qingyu Sect, the outside disciples were also of very low status, and torturing the miscellaneous disciples with lower status was also his only pleasure.

"If you want to hit me first, I will suffer for Mo Ye."

Zhuang Bi gritted his teeth and opened his mouth firmly, when he saw Mo Ye's appearance, he really couldn't stand the torture, if he was beaten again, he might die.

The entire Qingyu Sect is divided into seventy-two districts, and there are hundreds of thousands of miscellaneous disciples in each district, and it is too normal for one or two to die every day, and no one cares at all.

"You."

Black Scarhead became interested, "It's quite righteous!" Since you make this request, it is as you wish. ”

Black Scarhead didn't care who he hit, what he needed was the spiritual pleasure of bullying a weak being like a miscellaneous disciple.