One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 1 1: Disciples of Tiandu Mountain
The heavy rain all night made this summer morning unusually refreshing.

The raindrops sliding down the palm leaves fell into the water tank below, making a "ding" sound, as if saying goodbye to the owner here.

When Zhao Fuyun was thirteen years old, he was taken away from the Zhao family by his aunt and sent to the lower courtyard of Tiandu Mountain to practice. Thirteen years have passed since then.

When one has reached the advanced stage of Qi training and condensed the mysterious light, it is time to go down the mountain. If one wants to return to Tiandu Mountain to study again, he has to build his foundation and return to become an inner sect disciple.

All the accommodation allocated in the mountains will be taken back and redistributed to new disciples.

No matter how simple his life of cultivation was, he would have accumulated a lot of things over the years, including daily necessities, but he could not take away the small things needed for cultivation, and he also kept some notes he used for cultivation.

He was packing up slowly by himself, and none of his fellow junior brothers and sisters who had followed him came.

Take down the statue of Red Flame God on the shrine, wrap it in white cloth, and put it into the gray bag. Then pack up a few new sets of clothes, and some necessary talisman papers, talisman pens, carving knives, cinnabar, demon-suppressing stone seals, etc.

The only magic weapon he carries with him is the fire needle and the needle bag.

When I went out, I saw a few people standing in the distance watching, with different expressions on their faces.

Zhao Fuyun knew why they were like this.

When practicing in the lower temple of Tiandu Mountain, after a certain number of years of practice, one will need to carry out the tasks assigned by the temple.

Therefore, many disciples would follow their elder brothers down the mountain when they did not need to carry out missions, to gain more knowledge, and to learn more about magic and some Taoist theories through practice.
The senior brothers are also happy to take care of them because these junior brothers and sisters will take care of their lives and help them with some chores.

So gradually it formed a situation where a high-level Xuan Guang cultivator would be followed by some fellow disciples, in groups of three or five.

They are the people who have been with him over the years and have experienced a lot together.

But now he has a rift with Zhao Fuyun.

Among these people, there was originally a man named Liang Daozi, who was famous for his skill in catching magical fish. People would often send some magical fish to him to cook and eat together. He was both his junior fellow apprentice and his friend.

But three months ago, in the lower house, a man named Xu Yajun asked Liang Daozi to send the spiritual fish to him. Liang Daozi sent it twice. Then Xu Yajun asked Liang Daozi to send all the spiritual fish he caught in the future to him and not to anyone else.

Spirit fish are hard to catch, but this is Liang Daozi's skill. He has no worries about selling them. He also needs to eat for his own practice and also needs to give them to others.

Liang Daozi felt that Xu Yajun's attitude was extremely bad, which made him feel uncomfortable. He also wanted him to follow him from now on. Liang Daozi was unwilling to do so, so he refused and said that the person he was following was Zhao Fuyun.

Zhao Fuyun and Xu Yajun are about the same age. Although they seldom interact with each other, they know each other.

After Zhao Fuyun knew about this, he thought to himself that if the other party came again, he would step forward. If the other party did not come to Liang Daozi again to ask for the spirit fish, then the matter would basically be over, and he would talk about it again if they met again in the future.

It is better to have less trouble than more. This is also what Liang Daozi meant.

However, a month ago, Liang Daozi disappeared.

So he set up an altar to call back the souls, but nothing came back. It was as if his soul had been killed by someone.

He began to investigate and found out that someone had indeed seen Liang Daozi fishing for spirit fish at the Yangling River fishing ground, and that he was being led to Xu Yajun's fishing house by Xu Yajun's men.

Of course, the person who gave him the news also made it clear that he would not come out to corroborate his case.

Zhao Fuyun tried to accuse Xu Yajun in the Taoist temple, but the temple refused to investigate Xu Yajun on the grounds that there was no direct evidence, and implicitly warned him not to slander his fellow disciples.

Zhao Fuyun felt a hidden resistance here. He knew that if he wanted to help Liang Daozi get revenge, he could not do it through the Taoist temple and he had to do it himself.

But these people didn't know what Zhao Fuyun was thinking. They only saw that Zhao Fuyun seemed to have done nothing about Liang Daozi's matter, so they asked Zhao Fuyun several times to make a big deal out of it, but Zhao Fuyun refused.

So they all felt resentful, so when he left the mountain, no one came to help him clean up the room, and no one came. When other people left the mountain, they all set up a banquet, stayed up all night, and told their friends about their separation and hoped to meet again, but he just drank a pot of tea alone last night.

This night, I was saying goodbye to this house and Tiandu Mountain, and also perfecting the plans in my mind.

But how could he tell these junior brothers and sisters about the plan in his mind? Xu Yajun was a disciple from an aristocratic family. He had his family to support him, and his elders were practicing in the mountains.

There are too many lessons to learn about how one can lose one's life if one is not careful.

Whether before or after the event, he could not tell anyone what he wanted to do.

His eyes slid over those people without saying anything. He put on his bag and strode down the mountain under the complicated looks of his fellow disciples.

However, he was not going to leave immediately, but to attend the banquet hosted by Chi Feilong.

Chi Feilong is the eldest brother of this generation, tacitly acknowledged by everyone, because of his good family background, great talent, and hard work in cultivation, he has never lost in a fight in the courtyard, and is called the eldest brother by many people. He himself also likes this title and often regards himself as the eldest brother.
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Tiandu Mountain is divided into many mountain halls, among which the mountain where the lower courtyard is located belongs to the outer periphery of the mountain range.

As people gathered together over the years, a city naturally formed at the foot of the mountain.

The city is called Duxia City. It is crescent-shaped and surrounds the mountain where the lower courtyard of Tiandu Mountain is located.

Living there are relatives or servants of the disciples of Tiandu Mountain.

Of course, there are also some disciples of Tiandu Mountain who have given up their practice, or people with certain expertise who live here.

These days are the days when the latest batch of disciples from the lower branch of Tiandu Mountain leave the mountain, so the brothels and red-light districts in the city are full of guests.

The same is true for the Hairpin Pavilion, where the largest one, the Silver Hairpin Hall, was booked by Chi Feilong.

Drinks, fresh fruits and girls kept coming in and out.

From the faint sound of stringed instruments and singing coming from inside, we knew that it was the time for excitement.

Like everyone else, Zhao Fuyun was kneeling behind a low table, with a young girl sitting on each side.

One poured wine, the other fed him fruits, a faint fragrance lingered around his nose. They were wearing thin gauze, revealing their creamy skin. Their snow-white elbows slipped out from under their clothes, rubbing against his arms and the back of his hands, feeling smooth and cool.

She also wiped his mouth and combed his hair, being extremely gentle and virtuous.

Although few of the girls were proficient in spiritual practice, they made a living in the capital city, so how could they not know that all the people in this hall were the best among the Xuanguan cultivators? Who knows, there might be some foundation-building cultivators or even purple mansion cultivators here, so they naturally tried their best to serve them.

Zhao Fuyun also drank a lot of wine and seemed a little tipsy.

In addition to not wanting to offend Chi Feilong, he came to this banquet for another purpose, which was to observe the extent of Xu Yajun's magic power and spells from a close distance.

Because he was sure that Xu Yajun would be there, and his guess was correct.

Generally speaking, any banquet held by practitioners involves performing rituals!
From what Zhao Fuyun knew, Xu Yajun was a conceited and arrogant person. If someone was acting out his methods, he would never be willing to be lonely.

Once, when Zhao Fuyun read biographies or history books, he often sighed to himself that murderous intentions often lurk in the midst of self-enjoyment, and more often than after a banquet.

However, today, he himself has become the knife hidden in the midst of the feast.

　The book is a good book, the person is a good person...

　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)