Urban Demon Slayer

"Why should I go with these wastes?" Bai Feiyang frowned immediately.

"Who is trash?"

"Don't think that you are Shishu, we won't dare to beat you!"

More than a dozen disciples kept shouting, although they were not forgiving, but they were still smiling, obviously they were used to joking with Bai Feiyang.

Yuan Tianshi said helplessly: "Every time the [Monster Slayer First Training Camp] starts, Longhushan has to submit more than a dozen places. This time, Song Epee started the class in person. I have selected some talented and intelligent disciples and you. Together, it is not a disgrace to the reputation of our Longhu Mountain!"

"They are also called talented and intelligent, and that dog can also go to the [Monster Slayer First Training Camp]!" Bai Feiyang looked at everyone in surprise.

"Hit him! Hit him!" A dozen disciples finally couldn't bear it any longer and rushed towards Bai Feiyang.

Seeing the chaos in the hall, Yuan Tianshi could only laugh bitterly.

...

Maoshan.

As a famous Taoist mountain and the birthplace of the Shangqing School, Maoshan has the reputation of "the first blessed land and the eighth cave". Of course, the scenery is beautiful, the background is naturally deep, and the main hall must be layered...

But even in Maoshan, there are inconspicuous places. For example, in a small wood behind a side hall, there is a thatched cottage that can withstand the wind and rain.

In the thatched hut, a young man in his early twenties was lying on a wooden bed, with his arms behind his head and one leg on the other, singing along to the radio.

The furnishings in the room are extremely simple, even rudimentary, and even the clothes on his body are unsightly. If they are called clothes, they are actually just a few pieces of sackcloth, barely blocking certain parts.

But he had a better life than a fairy.

Because beside him, stood several men in official uniforms of the Qing Dynasty. These men were all pale and stiff, with their arms stretched forward, like zombies.

Some of these zombies fanned him with fans, some held grapes and fed him into his mouth, some helped him beat his shoulders, and some helped him massage the soles of his feet. Although their movements were very stiff, they looked strange and terrifying. But the look on the young man's face of enjoyment must have been very comfortable.

"Boom thump-"

At this moment, another zombie in the official uniform of the Qing Dynasty jumped in with his arms raised.

This zombie looked quite old, his face was full of wrinkles, his hair and beard were also white, he held a letter in his hand, and just jumped in front of the young man.

As soon as the young man waved his hand, several zombies around him retreated, and he sat up, took the letter, and opened it.

"Dear Tan Zuo, hello..."

Seeing the first few words, the young man felt a chill all over his body, but he continued to read.

"The new [Monster Slayer Training Camp] turned out to be taught by Song Cepeng himself? It's interesting..."

Tan Zuo stood up, thought for a while, and said triumphantly:

"It must be because I want to go, so Song Chongjian started the class himself! Haha, I knew I was a genius!"

Tan Zuo put away the letter, then waved his hand again, and the zombies next to him slowly fell down, turning into a few yellow pieces of paper. Tan Zuo picked up the pieces of paper and stuffed them in his arms, then strode out the door.

...

Putuo Mountain, in the main hall.

The cigarettes were curling up, and a group of monks were knocking on the wooden fish and reciting the unintelligible Sanskrit sounds, making the statue of Guanyin in front of them more solemn and solemn.

In the center of the hall, a young man dressed in casual clothes with a handsome face nodded and said, "Song Epee started the class in person. I'm still a little interested, so I'll go over this time!"

"Du Hong, you are representing us in Putuo Mountain at the [Monster Slayer First Training Camp] in Shangjing this time. Would you like to shave this time?" Under the Guanyin statue stood an old monk with a white beard. With a red cassock, colorful and solemn, it is not ordinary people at first glance.

"No." Du Hong simply refused: "I don't want to be a monk, but you've been pestering me, I really can't help it, so I've become your lay disciple! If you want to shave my head, then I will If you don't go, let's break up with each other, don't delay me marrying my wife!"

"It's okay, it's okay, don't shave if you don't shave..." The old monk shook his head helplessly.

"Farewell!" Du Hong turned around and walked out, as if he didn't want to stay here for a second.

"Du Hong, some of your senior brothers also have places, you can go with them!" The old monk hurriedly shouted.

"I don't want to go out with a group of monks!" Du Hong didn't turn his head back.

"Du Hong, this time Song Chongjian started the class in person, and it will definitely attract a lot of geniuses. Although your talent is also very good, there are strong people over there. You must keep a low profile, make more friends and less enemies... "The old monk couldn't help but persuade again.

"Hehe, let me keep a low profile? That depends on whether they have the ability!" Du Hong snorted coldly, and a few cold lights flashed in his eyes.

The old monk was a little speechless, watching Du Hong's retreating back, he finally sighed softly: "It's a piece of rough jade, it just needs to be polished... When you arrive in Shangjing, I hope someone will polish you well. !"