The sunset dissipated the last dazzling light, and in the vast Tianmen Mountain, on a huge school field, a little boy in black cloth was lying on the ground with a gray face, and a group of teenagers in the same clothes around him looked arrogant.

If you look closely, the poisonous insects flying in the sky are colorful, and under the command of another teenager, they bite the little boy from time to time.

The little boy gritted his teeth, his immature little face was covered with bruised swollen bags, and his eyes were full of hatred. The bullying of these people has made him accustomed to it, and every time, all he can do is cast a resentful gaze.

When the young man at the head saw his gaze, his heart sank, and he couldn't help kicking the young man's abdomen again, scolding in his mouth: "The little cub of Wutang, don't pee and take care of himself, I'll let you see, I'll let you see!" While scolding, he kicked the young man's abdomen hard with his foot.

Next to him, a chubby young man showed a flattering smile: "Qi Shao, don't be angry, it's not worth it to be angry with this kind of reptile in the ditch!"

The young man who was called Qi Shao snorted coldly: "Stay away from Wu Ling in the future, a person like you who is only worthy of guarding the medicine garden is not qualified to talk to her." ”

After speaking, Qi Shaozhi left with a smug face and a group of followers arrogantly.

Only the little boy whose body was trembling was left in place, and he didn't know what he had done wrong, but he just said a few words to a girl who came to the medicine garden to collect medicine, and he was blocked in the school yard and beaten [1] [Ben] [Read the novel ybdu half to death.

Only he knew that the girl was the girl he had always liked, and the girl he felt he would never be able to approach.

I don't know how long he lay on the ground, but the young man, whose injuries had become more and more serious due to poisoning, began to lose consciousness, and at this time, a girl in white with a long sword on her back floated in.

She bent down and fiddled with the young man's body, and when she saw that there was still some movement, she hesitated for a moment, took out a small crystal clear bottle from her arms, and dripped the green juice inside into the young man's mouth.

The green juice didn't know what the panacea was, and as soon as it touched the boy's lips, it disappeared without a trace.

The black aura on the boy's body dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a stream of black qi overflowed from the black-purple pustules on his body. In the blink of an eye, the boy was back to his original state.

The young man opened his eyes slightly, although the toxins on his body had been removed, but the external injuries of the beating could not be recovered in a day or two. He recognized at a glance that this woman was the woman who was talking to him in the medicine garden.

Seeing the person he liked again, the boy looked a little cramped, and his smiling face turned red.

When the girl saw the boy wake up, she didn't pay attention to his shyness, stood up and turned around to leave, and two slightly immature words came from behind her: "Thank you!"

"What's your name, you owe me this time, when I want you to pay it back, I'll come to you. The girl's voice is equally immature, but there is a coldness that does not match her peers. Hearing the word thank you, the girl turned around and asked coldly.

The boy doesn't want to be bored, compared to such a proud girl, he is nothing. Said honestly: "Wu Qiutian!"

The girl nodded and continued: "You know the rules of the witch sect, and it is impossible for the elders to help in the fight of the juniors. If you can't bear it, leave as soon as possible, or you will die inside the door one day. ”

When the boy heard this, he was silent.

The four halls of Wumen, compared with the indispensable life of Wutang many years ago, the current Wutang is already in decline. Whether it is the medicine hall that has no quarrel with the world or the immortal hall that is floating out of the dust, they will not look at the disciples of the witch hall with their eyes.

Not to mention the Gu Tang who regards bragging and domineering as a common thing, every time he is seen by the people of the Gu Hall, he will be bullied in all kinds of ways.

Am I really going to waste my time in the witch hall? There really will be a day when I will really die like this. The boy couldn't help but retreat.

The scenery of the Wutang is long gone, and after several catastrophes, there are fewer and fewer people in the Wutang. The last three thousand Wutang elites were also lost in the battle that made all the Wumen disciples secretive twenty years ago. If it weren't for the protection of the ancestor of the Wu Sect, the status of the main hall of the Wu Hall would have been replaced by the Gu Hall long ago.

As an outer disciple, Wu Qiutian just got a surname Wu after being stained with the light of the main hall, and when it comes to it, he is nothing.

The master is an unpopular madman in the witch hall, so his low status cannot be compared with the witch spirit who has accepted the inheritance of the twelve ancestors and witches.

I looked up to take another look at the figure that had gone away, but found that the figure had long since disappeared without a trace.

A disciple with a surname outside the Gu Hall like Qi Yun has always taken pleasure in bullying himself and his junior brother. Wu Qiutian can only muster up the courage to step forward to stop him when his junior brother is bullied, and every time he is bullied, he has never done anything pleasant except for rolling on the ground with his head covered.

can't help disciples fight to the death, which is the rule of the witch sect.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, and dying in the competition, that is because you have no ability and are not qualified to become a disciple of the Wumen.

A proud girl like Wu Ling, although she was born in Xianmen, she has the dignity of the descendant of the twelve ancestors and witches, and it is already a great gift to be able to talk to him.

Shaking his head vigorously, dispelling these unrealistic thoughts, although he had liked the witch spirit for a long time, he could only peek secretly, and never dared to talk to the witch spirit head-on.

Time passed little by little, as the medicinal effect of the green juice spread throughout his body, the pain in his body gradually eased, Wu Qiutian got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and walked towards the medicine garden.

It's not the first time I've been in trouble for three years, but in the past, it hasn't been as painful as this time. This time, that Qi Shao completely wanted to kill him to vent his hatred.

Wu Qiutian staggered on the stone steps in the mountains, and secretly swore in his heart: Gu Tang, Gu Qiyun, sooner or later, one day, I, Wu Qiutian, will make your life worse than death.

He secretly didn't know how many times he had said such cruel words in his heart, but when he encountered it again, he was still just the clown rolling on the ground with his head protected.

Just as he was slandering, a figure burst out of the grass next to the stone steps: "Haha, boy, where are you running again, I'm hungry for the teacher, hurry up and cook." ”

The Taoist with messy hair, a black ragged clothes on his body, and a beard that had already flowed to his chest was his master.

Wu Qiutian looked at the crazy old man in front of him speechlessly, and rolled his eyes: "I'm not free, I'm not in the mood to cook today, I'm hungry!"

said this on his lips, but in his heart he slandered: he has obviously reached the cultivation of the realm of Bigu, but he still likes to eat some earthly grains.

At the same time, in his opinion, the master is quite pitiful, obviously a top master, but he can only stay in the medicine garden and guard the herbs that can't speak. And he's always having fun.

"Well, boy, if you don't beat you for three days, you're going to turn the sky upside down. Hey, what's going on with you? Who did that?" After the master chattered and finished a lot of words, he found that Wu Qiutian's face still had faint bruises.

Fighting inside the door, survival of the fittest, this is the survival law of Wumen. However, this law is like a dead letter to Master. Although this strange old man is crazy, he is the most protective.

Wu Qiutian shook his head and said, "It's okay, Master, I'll cook for you!"

He didn't want to let the reply know that he was being bullied, because he didn't want the other people to look down on him.

"Useless things, eat them!" The old man's face suddenly turned cold, as if he wanted to devour Wu Qiu alive.

He was holding a small black pill in his hand, Wu Qiutian was accustomed to it, and the master had a changeable temperament, and his face would change from time to time.

Reluctantly, he took the pill and swallowed it, and the boundless bitterness spread in his mouth.

Getting injured and taking pills has become a part of Wu Qiutian's life, and every time the master asks who bullied him, but he hasn't said it once.

Looking at his back as he turned away, the mad old man's gaze was deep and sharp, like a pool of spring water, and he couldn't see it to the end.

Back in the cabin in the medicine garden, the master who had just said that he was hungry was gone. A silly-looking child bites his finger while looking at the food on the table and swallows.

After Wu Qiutian caught a glimpse, he showed a smile, the smile tore at the wound on his face, and he grinned in pain: "Dingtian, you're back, come here, come over for dinner." ”

The silly junior brother Wu Dingtian ran to the dining table quickly, and without using chopsticks, he grabbed the food on the table with his dirty little hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking at the junior brother who kept stuffing food into his mouth, Wu Qiutian smiled knowingly.

Stretching out his hand to clean up the weeds on his head for his junior brother, before he touched his head, he heard Wu Dingtian say indistinctly: "Senior brother, I am a sixth-layer witch." ”

"Really! great!" Wu Qiutian was so happy that he almost jumped up.

Master said that as long as the junior brother reaches the eighth floor of the character, he will return to normal. Although Wu Dingtian is stupid, his cultivation speed is much faster than that of the genius Wu Ling of the Immortal Gate.

The happy mood was fleeting, he was indeed happy for his junior brother's cultivation speed, but thinking that he had been stranded in the third layer of human and witch for three whole years, Wu Qiutian's heart was full of bitterness.

But after a while, the cups and plates on the table became as clean as if they had been washed with hot water.

"Dingtian, don't go out at night if Master is not there, otherwise you will be beaten again. Wu Qiutian was a little worried about Wu Dingtian.

If it was in normal times, Wu Qiutian would not restrict Wu Dingtian's whereabouts, but he had just been beaten today, and he didn't know if he could protect his junior brother, so he asked Wu Dingtian not to run around at night.

According to the master, both of them were wild children picked up by the master, and they were not comparable to the illustrious family backgrounds of other disciples of the Wumen, which also became one of the reasons why their brothers were often beaten in the door.

Wu Dingtian blinked his big eyes, picked up Wu Dingtian, and ran outside quickly.

The third layer of human witches and the sixth layer of human witches are not the same level at all, so even if Wu Qiutian wants to resist, he can't resist.

In desperation, he couldn't help but be a little more worried. Although the cultivation of the junior brother is higher than that of Qi Yun's gang, the junior brother who is gentle and obedient by nature never knows how to fight back. Otherwise, if you cultivate as a junior disciple who is higher than yourself, you don't need him to protect him every time.

After the two left, an old man appeared on the wooden roof, his sloppy black robe casually draped on his body, and half of his chest was covered with black dirt.

This person is the madman who disappeared without a trace after hearing that Wu Qiutian was beaten.

Twisting a piece of fallen tofu from the table and throwing it into his mouth, the madman still said to himself: "Qiu Tian's cooking methods are getting higher and higher, and he has to find a time for him to cook a good meal for Lao Tzu." ”

After tasting the perfect taste, the mad Taoist's face turned cold: "Lao Tzu wants to see who dares to bully Lao Tzu's disciples." After speaking, he quickly followed Wu Dingtian's footsteps and drifted away.