Abusive text substitutes to cultivate ruthless way

Mu Zhi suddenly raised his head, staring at Lu Shanyue in front of him.

Lu Shanyue smiled softly, her eyes were fixed on Mu Zhi, and she couldn't see any intention of targeting.He is like a good teacher, thinking seriously about each of his disciples: "The monsters in the outside world are rampant, and they are cruel and rampant. You must listen carefully to avoid being harmed by the monsters when you go out for a walk."

The past of the two races can be said to have deep roots.

People look down on monsters, even if monsters can cultivate and transform into human form, they are still considered inferior creatures.

And most demons are also naturally hostile to humans, and some even like to feed on humans.

But most of the time, both sides do not offend each other.

The monster clans all have their own territories, and they don't often appear in the world, and most of the ones that wreak havoc outside are monsters without transformation.

Lu Shanyue didn't tell the difference, but easily beat all the monsters to the "evil" side.

The disciples didn't notice the difference either. They looked at each other with piercing eyes, wanting to learn the magical skills of eliminating demons.

Mu Zhi felt that he was out of place, and felt like sitting on pins and needles, his lips moved slightly, wanting to explain.

no.

Not every monster is like this.

In Wutong Township, the birds are happy and kind. They sing and praise the spring, and they will bring full seeds to the farmers.

They never want to hurt others.

Mu Zhi wanted to say a lot, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Li Siyuan was a little strange, pinching the jade slips used in class, and muttering: "It seems that I didn't attend the class of 'Exorcism'..." He glanced at Mu Zhi, and asked with concern, "Why is your face so pale? ?”

Mu Zhi was originally born white, like a fine jade.

But now, the jade has lost its color, leaving only a delicate paleness.

Mu Zhi had difficulty speaking: "I...I'm fine..."

Li Siyuan didn't think much about it: "It's good that you have nothing to do, just listen carefully to the class."

Standing on a high platform, Lu Shanyue's voice was gentle, like gurgling water, flowing into everyone's ears: "The monster race is cunning, eloquent, and even turns into a human form to hide in the crowd and wait for opportunities. I I will teach you a method to identify the monster race."

Mu Zhi's eyes widened slightly, as if he understood what was about to happen.

After a series of foreshadowing by Lu Shanyue, if he reveals his true colors at this time, everyone will dislike him.

Mu Zhi wanted to flee through the door and leave this place, but it was too late.

Lu Shanyue's lips parted slightly, uttering a series of formulas.

An ethereal voice echoed in midair.

After the last syllable, a gleam breaks out.

Lu Shanyue said slowly: "This beam of light is formed from spiritual energy, and it is harmless to people, but it falls on the monsters, but it can make them so painful that they can't maintain their human form."

Then all the disciples present clearly heard a "bang".

The light spots exploded, like dandelions, and when the wind blows, the floating light and broken shadows just floated out, filling every corner of the disciple hall.

The disciples were amazed.

Li Siyuan took the initiative to reach out and grab a beam of light, only to feel warm, he sighed: "It's very comfortable!" He urged, "Mu Zhi, you can try it too."

Li Siyuan didn't hear the answer, turned around, but was surprised to see Mu Zhi curled up into a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

He leaned over and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Mu Zhi didn't move or respond, he just hugged himself tightly with his arms.

Li Siyuan stretched out his hand and pulled it, but failed to pull it: "Mu Zhi?"

The movement here has attracted Lu Shanyue's attention—or, Lu Shanyue has been paying attention to Mu Zhi.

He came over with concern on his face: "What's the matter, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

When Mu Zhi heard Lu Shanyue's figure, the trembling of his body became more and more obvious, and he let out a short whimper.

There was a sneering smile in Lu Shanyue's eyes, and he flicked his hand: "It's okay, let me see."

A spiritual energy swept away.

Gentle and gentle, just like Lu Shanyue himself.

Mu Zhi wanted to escape, but staggered and fell backwards.

The chair hit the ground heavily with a loud bang.

Immediately, everyone's attention was cast.

Mu Zhi half-kneeled on the ground, his crow-blue hair scattered, revealing half of his face.

Li Siyuan subconsciously stretched out his hand to help, but before he touched Mu Zhi, he stopped: "You, you..." He could hardly utter a complete sentence, "Why do you have feathers on your body?"

The curvature of Mu Zhi's neck was soft and slender, and a tuft of feathers protruded from it out of thin air.

The feathers are golden, with fine fluff, and in the changing light and shadow, there is a little red again.

Just like this feather appears on the lupine and decoration, maybe someone will praise it for its exquisiteness and beauty.

Now appearing on Mu Zhi's neck, it will only make people creepy.

"It's a demon..."

"He's a demon..."

"There is a monster in the disciple hall."

The expression on Li Siyuan's face changed, recalling what Mu Zhi said, he came to the truth: "You are actually Changming Immortal's... Taoist partner?!"

If someone had said that before, Mu Zhi would happily admit it.

But now, he couldn't speak.

All eyes were on him, maliciousness, speculation... turned into blades, and stabbed at the softest place.

"You lied to us."

"He also said he was a disciple of Changming Peak."

"It's not enough to lie to Changming Immortal Venerable, but it's even necessary to lie to us."

Mu Zhi couldn't stand it anymore, covered his face, buried his head and rushed out.

After the center of the topic disappeared, the disciples gradually calmed down, but there was still malicious speculation between the eyes.

At this moment, Lu Shanyue said: "Okay." He straightened his sleeves slowly, and said softly, "Not every monster race is bad, and there are good monsters."

"Although Mu Zhi is a demon, but he entered the Disciple Hall, just like you, he is also a disciple of the Disciple Hall. Don't crowd out and be hostile to him, understand?"

The disciples met each other and murmured, "Elder Lu is better, good-looking and kind-hearted."

"It's a pity, Elder Lu is only worthy to be the Taoist partner of Immortal Eternal Venerable."

"If it wasn't for that demon..."

Lu Shanyue's lips curled up slightly, and she quickly calmed down again: "Do you understand what I just said?"

Sparse "Got it" sounded from below.

The disciples are young and energetic, and they hate evil like enemies.

The more Lu Shanyue said that, the more they hated Mu Zhi. On the surface, they agreed to Lu Shanyue's words, but in fact they had already put a "vicious" label on Mu Zhi.

Mu Zhi's body was in pain, as if densely packed wounds had been cut by a knife, and every movement would be heart-piercing.

But even so, he still didn't stop.

Don't want to be there.

I don't want to be told by others.

Mu Zhi pinched the skirt of his shirt and quickened his pace.

Xu Shi walked too fast, he didn't pay attention to his feet, he staggered forward and fell over, rolling into a small pit.

It hurts.

My whole body hurts.

Mu Zhi was so dizzy from the fall that he simply lay down wherever he fell.He touched the skin on the back of his hand. There was no wound on it, but he could still feel a burst of heat.

The formula that Lu Shanyue read just now is still working, and the spiritual energy is lingering, causing pain continuously.

Why did Lu Shanyue target him?

Why do these disciples bully him?

Maybe it was too painful, or maybe it was too wronged, Mu Zhi's nose was sore and swollen, and he wanted to cry.

Obviously he didn't do anything.

Even just now, he still wanted to be friends with Li Siyuan, why did they only have disgust in their eyes in a blink of an eye?

Mu Zhi blinked his eyes, but did not let the tears fall.

He clenched his fist, encouraging himself.

I did nothing wrong.

Not my problem!

Mu Zhi's emotions gradually calmed down.He sniffed and looked up at the blue sky above, trying to find the shadow of Changming Peak above.

It would be great if...if only the Immortal Venerable was here.

Immortal Venerable will definitely not let him be bullied by others like this.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhi felt much more comfortable.

Anyway, those who bully him are some inexplicable people. If you don't like him, you don't like him. He doesn't care about these at all.

As long as Xianzun likes him, it will be fine.

Mu Zhi tried hard to convince herself, and gradually she didn't feel so sad.

After this period passed, the pain on his body was not so obvious. He slowly crawled out of the pit, patted the dirt on his body, and limped back.

Following the route in his memory, he came to the place where the immortal sent him.

Probably because the disciple hall was still in class, it was empty and there was no one there.

It was still early in the morning, but after experiencing such a change, Mu Zhi was already extremely tired, and kept dozing off.

But he was also afraid that he wouldn't know when the immortal came, so he didn't dare to close his eyes, and stood there with force, his small figure trembling in the autumn wind.

Mu Zhi waited for a long time.

Until the sun went down and the sky was dark.

Until his drowsiness disappeared and the disciples in the disciple hall dispersed, Gu Lingyun still did not appear.

Mu Zhi raised his neck, looked at the burning fire clouds in the sky, and thought to himself: The Immortal must be too busy, just wait a little longer, and the Immortal will come.

Mu Zhi planned that when the Immortal Venerable came, he would definitely tell the Immortal Venerable what happened today that Lu Shanyue was actually a bad person.

Lu Shanyue is very bad, don't let him live in Changming Peak.

Mu Zhi thought a lot, writing back and forth in his mind, trying to make himself a more reasonable party.

But he had typed out seven or eight manuscripts, and he still couldn't wait for the immortal.

Mu Zhi's heart was like the sun in the sky, sinking little by little.

Immortal Venerable may not come.

He was aware of this, but still stubbornly stood there, motionless.

Mu Zhi is innocent and enthusiastic, and never looks back until he hits the south wall.

Even if his head was bloody from the collision, he still hugged a faint Qiji.

It was completely dark.

The night wind blows.

Mu Zhi was so cold that he couldn't even stand still.

Just when he was about to turn from loss to disappointment, a cold figure finally descended slowly from the sky.

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