Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 43 Accepting a Disciple
"Senior brother, don't chase after a desperate enemy." Pei Yi said with concern.

"Damn it, I can't catch up even if I want to. It's at least a first-grade, top-quality magic talisman. What a pity!" Kang Dabao sighed in his heart, and suddenly he was shocked. The hairs on his body stood up and he became alert immediately.

In the past, I was used to doing honest business and earning money through hard work. Even when I saw people eating meat in front of others, I would secretly warn them to think about being beaten behind their backs. I didn't expect that after I suddenly made a fortune and tasted the meat, my mentality would change so much.

Tsk tsk, killing people and stealing treasures are really addictive. This is unacceptable. No wonder there are more and more evil cultivators these days.

But even if he really caught up with him, Pei Yi was still seriously ill and he himself was injured. It was hard to say whether he would live or die in a fight with this old villain.

Guixiang has been a deacon in the fellow practitioners' association for many years. His status is only lower than that of a few people such as Qin Sufu and Shang Gong. It is hard to guarantee that he does not have some hidden treasures.

Kang Dabao could hardly see at this time, but he endured the severe pain in his eyes and, despite the fact that seven out of ten of his spiritual power were gone, he still did not forget to put the body of Guixiang's mistress into the storage bag.

The female cultivator called "Chan Niang" by Guixiang had a silver mace on her that was not an ordinary item, and she had many other valuables. Master Kang was reluctant to pick them up.

The old donkey was called back, and the two badly injured men sat on the donkey's back and hurried into the market.

He only spent half a day in Pei Yi's Rongju house. When his injuries got a little better, he didn't dare to rest any longer.

The head of the Kang family, who had just been ambushed, was now paranoid and didn't even bother to ask Qin Sufu.

He found a cart for the old donkey, and took Pei Yi and the five young men out of the market in a hurry. Then, they hurried back to the Chongming Sect's headquarters in fear and trepidation. Only after they opened the red light formation that they were reluctant to use in normal times did Sect Leader Kang feel a little relieved.

The five frightened teenagers were summoned to be comforted, and they were sternly warned not to go out in the near future.

He also took out the talisman and wrote letters to Yuan Jin, Jiang Qing and others, reminding them to stay alert.

Gui Xiang's opponent is actually not weak. In terms of ability, he is probably only slightly inferior to Bai Bian.

This time, I was not sure of Kang Dabao's ability and committed the great mistake of not expecting the enemy to be lenient. I suffered a great loss just by being careless. My fellow disciples must not make the same mistake again.

Kang Dabao and Pei Yi each focused on healing their wounds and stayed indoors without saying anything.

After ten days, Kang Dabao and Pei Yi's injuries had stabilized and they were released one after another after they recovered. The boys were finally relieved and started to serve them busily.

It was not without reason that Kang Dabao often warned his two junior brothers not to enter dangerous places and not to be brave and aggressive.

For most monks, under normal circumstances, no one is willing to fight. Especially when facing a strong person or a monk of the same level, it is difficult to win completely.

For example, Kang Dabao's victories were all tragic. Although they were victories, the word "tragic" meant that these battles were between life and death.

It is considered lucky that he can recover from injuries like his. There are many cultivators in this world who have serious and incurable illnesses and whose paths have been completely ruined, and there are also some who were extremely talented when they were young.

If you really count carefully, among those monks who lived long, there are more mediocre ones.
Fortunately, a tragic victory was still a victory, and Pei Yi finally agreed to come back, which was a good thing for Chongming Sect.

Now that he has enough spiritual resources, in the days ahead, Master Kang can spend more time at home practicing and teaching his disciples. When his injuries get better, he will put aside his business and open up a few acres of spiritual fields and raise spiritual animals, thus completing his transformation from a poor and lower-middle peasant to a rich peasant.

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"I am Pei Que, the disciple, and I am here to greet the Master." The young man inherited the rustic appearance and unpretentious temperament passed down by his father, which was pleasing to the eye.

"Okay!" Kang Dabao sat on the chair and accepted the gift calmly.

It was not Kang Dabao who came up with the idea of ​​Pei Que becoming his disciple, but Pei Yi who took the initiative to propose it. This made Kang Dabao very happy, proving that he was once again the head of Chongming Sect.

But he still has a blood feud on his back. It's really a dilemma.

Kang Dabao couldn't afford to offend that man, nor did he want to offend him. He just hoped Pei Yi could see things more openly and forget about it sooner.

There are some things in the world that cannot be helped. The head of Kangda Sect cannot care about the hatred of the dead at present, and just wants the living to live better first. Pei Que has the foundation laid by Pei Yi over the years, and Chongming Sect now has ready-made medicinal materials. Only two days after becoming a disciple, he successfully led the spirit into his body.

Jin Shilun, who was still stewing pork elbows in the kitchen, stared at his freshly cooked third senior brother for a long time, then turned around and thought of practicing harder.

Kang Dabao was naturally very happy. Of the twelve dormitories, only five were empty. How could he not be happy? Life in the family was much more lively now than when there were only three brothers living there.

In the remaining days, he guided several disciples in their practice and discussed Taoism with Pei Yi over tea.

When I have free time, I will take my fellow apprentices to visit Lingyun Market and pass by Linggu Shop more often to take a look at Widow Ma's big butt.
It's so pleasant.

Ten days passed like this, Kang Dabao and Pei Yi were sitting in the yard playing chess. Pei Yi had recently become fed up with this lousy chess player.

He doesn't want to stop once he loses, and he is so bad that he doesn't know how to give in. I don't know to which disciple the master's chess skills have been passed on.

A well-behaved boy with a pigtail haircut came over with two cups of spiritual tea and said respectfully, "Master, Uncle Pei, City Lord Kang just sent someone to report that he has sent capable personnel to Fengzhou to pick up the Pei and Li family members. He has already made arrangements with the He family's mortal manager in Chongming Sect, and one of their caravans will take a detour and bring our people to pick them up, and they will definitely get the job done. He also said that if there is enough time, he will also help pick up my family members."

Pei Yi, who was dizzy from the stench, took the opportunity to pull himself away from the chessboard, took a sip from the tea bowl, and bowed to say thank you: "Thank you, senior brother."

Kang Dabao frowned. His mind was focused on the hopeless chess game in front of him. He just waved his hand and said, "It's not a lot of spiritual stones to spend. We're a family. Why thank me?"

"Wu boy, there's nothing to do on the mountain these days, so you don't need to come and serve, Shi Lun is here. When you're free, go to your uncle Jin's place and learn a few tricks. Their family-inherited internal skills are quite interesting. If you practice them to perfection, you'll be no weaker than an ordinary beginner cultivator. While you're still young, you should endure more hardships and learn some skills."

Wu Meng was overjoyed after hearing what the headmaster said. He didn't know what kind of blessing he had earned in his previous life. Although he had no spiritual roots and couldn't practice, the headmaster praised his loyalty and accepted him as a close follower. What kind of concept was this?
Chongming Sect has tens of thousands of people under its jurisdiction, and its Wuzong has more than two hands. However, only Kang Dahou, He Muxian and his little Wu Meng can be called the "three giants".

There are also relatives who can reproduce peacefully under the protection of the sect, or even achieve the great joy of ascending to heaven. It would not be an exaggeration to start a new page in the family tree from this day on!
Even if a seven or eight-year-old child knows more, he or she can still see the innocence on their face.

Finding his face full of longing interesting, the two brothers joked with him a few more times and then sent him off to do his work.

After Wu Meng went down, Pei Yi saw Kang Dabao return his gaze to the chessboard. He thought it was not good and said, "I don't know when Senior Brother Yuan and Junior Brother Jiang will come back. It's unsettling that old Guixiang is still alive."

Kang Dabao didn't care at all. He thought for a long time before he placed a piece on the chessboard and said, "Who knows, two troublesome things." He had already warned Yuan Jin, who was in Xuanwei City, not to go out. There were so many foundation-building cultivators in the Niu family watching them. Gui Xiang would not dare to act rashly even if he had ten heads. As for Jiang Qing, he was following the caravan and was safe, so there was not much to worry about.

Pei Yi's face turned bitter, and he casually placed a piece down, causing Kang Dabao to frown again.

"Shi Lun, is your elbow healed? Can you move more quickly? I'm so hungry that I'm almost defeated by your Uncle Pei."

Just as he finished speaking, Duan Anle came running in again, shouting, "Master, Third Uncle is back, here we go."

Kang Dabao frowned, stood up and walked out. The caravan had a fixed time for trading, which might not be very accurate, but it would definitely not be that different.

Looking at the appearance of Duan Anle, this honest child, something must have happened!
The chess game was finally over. Pei Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Kang Dabao out with an anxious look on his face.

Jiang Qing had already entered the courtyard at this time. He had changed his first-grade mid-quality white cloud robe into a rather old brown cassock. His body was covered with various storage bags. His face was pale and he looked very ugly.

Kang Dabao felt relieved upon seeing this. No matter what, at least he had returned safely.

So he was about to teach him a lesson with a stern face, but he saw Jiang Qing smiled awkwardly and said, "Master..."

A pool of black blood vomited out and covered the ground. Kang Dabao's expression changed instantly. He saw Jiang Qing suddenly fall to the ground and faint.

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