Xiao Pang's parents were elite inner disciples. They were very popular at the beginning, and thousands of disciples outside were flattering them. Xiao Pang also took the lead. No one dared to bully him, and he had to be respectful. But when they died, Xiao Pang suddenly became a rubbish and rushed directly from the inner mountain to the outer mountain to be 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, Xiao Pang got up early in the morning, washed up, took off the beggar's clothes that were deliberately made dirty, and put on a new Taoist robe. Today he had to report to the sect that he had entered the innate realm so that he could become a formal disciple, so he couldn't be so sloppy anymore.
After dressing up, Xiao Pang took a move in front of the basin and found that he was a little handsome, but his chubby face was still wretched and silly. He didn't look like a Taoist cultivator at all. Instead, he looked like a silly idiot, which made Xiao Pang a little amused. There is no way. He has been used to playing dumb for these years. Sometimes he even thinks he is a fool! He couldn't change the stupidity on his face for a while. In desperation, he could only do it for the time being.
After leaving his shabby house, Xiaopang rushed to the mountain. After about a hundred miles, he came to a large courtyard covering more than ten miles. This is the outer courtyard of Xuantian Villa, which is dedicated to handling miscellaneous affairs. From time to time, you can see servants coming in and out.
Xiaopang walked in with his usual smile. He is not a powerful cultivator who can call the wind and rain yet. He is just a kid who has just entered the door. Of course, he dare not be rampant here, so no matter what he thinks in his heart, he must remain humble.
Many of the servants who come and go know Xiaopang, and they all show surprise when they see him dressed differently from usual. One of them, Nanpi, likes to play tricks on Song Zhong. Today, he directly blocked Song Zhong's way and said with a smile: "Little Fatty, why are you dressed like a human today? Aren't you stupid?"
"Hey, I've never been as stupid as you!" Little Fatty said with a silly smile.
"What?" Nanpi's face changed immediately when he heard it. This guy is big and strong, and has been in the mountains for more than ten years. He likes to bully people the most, and Little Fatty is his main target. He didn't expect that Little Fatty, who used to be extremely afraid of him, would point at his nose and call him stupid one day. There were many other chores around, all watching the fun, which made him feel very embarrassed. 'I was scolded by a fool? How can I survive here in the future? '
Thinking of this, Nanpi was immediately furious, and raised his fist fiercely and said: "Fatty, I think you are itching for trouble, damn it, today I want..."
Before the man finished speaking, everyone heard a crisp sound, and then the big and strong guy staggered back a few steps and finally sat on the ground. There were five finger marks on his face, and a trace of blood flowed down his mouth.
"Ah" Nanpi didn't realize what was going on until he sat on the ground. He opened his mouth and spat out two big teeth that were knocked out. Then he stared at Song Zhong with an incredible face and trembled: "You, you dare to hit me?"
"Hehe, isn't this nonsense?" Xiaopang still had a silly smile on his face and said: "Although I know you are stupid, you shouldn't be so stupid that you don't know what's going on when you are beaten?"
"You, I will fight you!" Nanpi's eyes were red, and he roared and was about to fight Song Zhong to death, but his best friend immediately hugged him tightly and said anxiously in his ear, "Boss, can't you see? He has entered the innate realm!"
"Ah" Nanpi was shocked when he heard it, and hurriedly took a closer look. Sure enough, he saw that Song Zhong's skin was shining, and he had obviously entered the innate realm. No wonder he could slap himself away with a slap! It turned out to be like this. People in the innate realm are naturally very easy to beat mortals.
After understanding this, Nanpi immediately became like a deflated ball, and then said with a face full of shock: "Innate realm? How is this possible? His talent is famous for being useless. Without a hundred years of practice, it is impossible for him to enter the innate realm!"
Not only Nanpi, but also the people around him were extremely shocked. You know, for a mortal, it is a question whether he can live for a hundred years, so under normal circumstances, a person with Xiaopang's talent can never enter the innate realm by himself. But Xiaopang also has some opportunities. After all, he had a good life when he was a child. He was infused with spiritual medicine by his parents since he was born, at least for several years, and his skills were also specially asked by his parents, which are not bad. In addition, Xuantian Villa is a treasure land for cultivation, which greatly accelerated his cultivation process. Otherwise, he really had to be a mortal for his whole life. If a person with ordinary talent had such an opportunity, I am afraid he would have been promoted at the age of 10. Why would he wait until now?
Xiaopang also knew that his situation was special. Seeing that he really shocked them, he immediately vented the grievances he had suffered for many years. He then smiled sinisterly and said, "Nanpi, you are just a small servant, but you dare to block the way of a formal disciple and provoke him. You are really brave? Do you want me to call the brothers from the Law Enforcement Hall to have a good talk with you about life?"
"No" Nanpi was really scared this time. The outer disciples were also formal disciples, and they were not something that a servant could contradict. You know, in the cultivation sect, the most important thing is the hierarchy. If the people from the Law Enforcement Hall knew about this, they would whip him a hundred times at the lightest, and they could be driven out of the mountain gate directly at the worst. His family almost went bankrupt in order to give him the opportunity to cultivate immortals. If he was driven back like this, wouldn't his parents be angry to death?
Thinking of this, Nanpi no longer dared to be arrogant, and quickly said: "Song Zhong, I was wrong, isn't it okay?"
"You are so insincere!" Xiaopang didn't even look at him, but just shook his head and said: "Although you are a little stupid, you should always know the courtesy of kneeling to apologize, right?"
When Nanpi heard this, his face turned green with anger, but as the saying goes, people under the eaves have to bow their heads. Although humiliating, compared with the heavy punishment of being driven out of the mountain gate, Nanpi can still distinguish the severity. He gritted his teeth, and finally knelt on the ground, begging: "Song Zhong, Uncle Song, Grandpa Song! Please forgive me, I know I was wrong!"
"Hey, good grandson! Then I will forgive 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 suffered in the past, now is not a good time. Because there were already many people around, he didn't want to be the target of others' attention. Keeping a low profile was what he needed most. There was no need to ruin his plan for a boring errand boy.
Nanpi knew that Song Zhong had gone far away, so he dared to stand up, touched his swollen face, and said depressedly: "Damn, I'm so unlucky today. I ran into the "death sender" when I came out! Everyone should stay away from him in the future. We bullied him enough in the past, and now it's his turn to take revenge."
"Yeah, yeah," a group of errand boys nodded sympathetically, and prayed in their hearts that they would not run into Song Zhong in the future.
Xiaopang naturally didn't bother to pay attention to these guys. He walked around the yard for a few times and soon came to a quiet place. Inside was the office of the foreign affairs deacon responsible for registration, and outside there was a boy sitting on a chair to watch the door.
The fat boy stepped forward and said with a smile: "Excuse me, Junior Brother. I am Song Zhong. I have just entered the Xiantian realm and I am here to report!"
The boy was listless at first, with a nose upturned, and he didn't like Song Zhong, the wretched fat boy. But when he heard that the other party had entered the Xiantian realm, he immediately put on a smile and said, "It turns out that it is the uncle who has come. Please sit here first, I will report to the deacon!" Then he jumped in.
Seeing the other party's face change so quickly, the fat boy was also amused. However, he had seen this situation many times, so it was not strange. The cultivation world is so snobbish, and there is nothing he can do about it. He had to smile bitterly, then sat on the chair and waited quietly.
At this time, in the yard, under a big peach tree, there was an old man with a white beard sitting on a recliner, leisurely sipping tea. This man is called Li Ping. He is one of the eight external stewards of the outer gate of Xuantian Villa. Although his status seems to be very high, it is not so. To put it bluntly, he is just a steward serving the inner gate. He is more than 200 years old this year, but he is still wandering in the realm of the fourth layer of the innate sky. He has completely lost the hope of promotion and can only wait for death here.
Fortunately, he also knows that there is no hope of promotion, so he cherishes the remaining days even more. With years of hard work, he finally got this leisurely job. There is not much to do every day, and most of the time he drinks tea, so he lives a comfortable life.
Today, he just made a pot of good tea and was about to taste it. The boy who was guarding the door rushed in and said to him: "Deacon, there is a disciple outside the door who wants to see you!"
"Who is it? So boring!" Li Ping said impatiently.
"It's Song Zhong!" said the boy.
"Pu" Li Ping opened his mouth and spit out the tea in his mouth, and then he angrily cursed: "You little bastard, I'm sending you a head hour? You think I'm dying slowly, right?"
Li Ping didn't have much time to live, and he usually hated this. But he didn't expect to hear the word "send to the end" when he was in a good mood, which made him depressed. His original good mood was gone. It would be strange if he didn't get angry.
The boy was scolded for no reason, and said helplessly: "That's his name, right?"
"Damn it!" Li Ping had heard of Song Zhong, and he had sent him away because he hated the name, but he came back unexpectedly, so angry that he shouted: "Tell him to get out, I don't have time to see him, tell him never to come to see me again!"
"Oh" the boy hesitated for a moment, and finally said boldly: "Deacon, Master Song Zhong has entered the Xiantian realm, and he came to report today. Do you really want to drive him away?"
"Nonsense, I'm driving him away" Li Ping just said this, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Wait, you said he, entered the Xiantian realm?"
"No way? How is this possible? That loser is the most useless guy I have ever seen and heard of. He can enter the Xiantian realm at this age, and the sow can climb a tree!" Li Ping said, and immediately said: "Go and call him for me!"
"Yes" the boy agreed and turned away immediately.