Chapter 5

A pair of broad sleeves swept in front of the long star, swept away the lightning.

Waiting for the people to see who came, hastily came forward to salute: "met the patriarch."

The visitor is a gray haired old man with a thin and serious face. At the moment, his eyes like Falcon are staring at Meng Jiating. The visitor is Meng Kuang, the head of the Meng family.

Meng Kuang looked at Meng Jiating sternly. His eyes swept all the people in the audience. At last, he came back to Meng Changxing. His eyes were colder and his tone was a bit harsh: "you can't practice, but you are good at making trouble!" Then he turned his eyes to Meng Jiating and said, "come on! What's going on? "

Meng Jiating peeped at Meng Kuang and said: "I... I accidentally soiled aunt nine's dress. Aunt nine... Aunt nine caught me and beat me. Grandfather, my neck hurts so much!" With that, he straightened his chest and showed the wrinkled neckline in front of everyone.

"..." the long star wants to distinguish, but it is still habitual to keep silent. Sometimes the discrimination brings only more severe reprimand.

"Narrow minded, they are all the descendants of the Meng family, fighting with each other in the same room. Why worry about each other?" Meng Kuang cold Su's eyes straight to Changxing.

"I, no, he deliberately threw mud at me first..."

Meng Kuang was the head of the Meng family since he built the foundation. He knew how hard it was for the Meng family, a small family without Jindan friars, to survive in this cruel world of cultivation! In this nearly one hundred years, he worked hard to keep the family foundation. However, the younger generation were so stubborn that they did not feel their anger rising. They coldly interrupted the discrimination of the elder star and stabbed the elder star with sharp eyes: "hum!! clever talk and an ingratiating manner! I don't know how to repent Say sleeve a wave, take up a breeze to caress to long star.

Chang Xing felt a dull pain in his chest. He rushed to his face with a strong force. He could not help but "pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal pedal.

A slight sneer came. Changxing didn't look up. A humiliating emotion pounded her heart heavily. Changxing's eyes were filled with acid. He quickly raised his head and looked at Meng Kuang stubbornly.

Meng Kuang was a monk in the middle of foundation building. Every move of the Meng family was shrouded in his divine consciousness. How could he not know what had just happened? Recently, a gifted disciple of Xiuxian family in Xiushui mountain came out. The rising power of the Chen family made the decline of the Meng family worse. Meng Kuang, who was already in a bad mood, saw that his children didn't want to make progress and had no sense of crisis to worry about trifles. That annoyance turned into anger. Just now, with a wave of his sleeve, he was just angry If the star cries twice, Meng Kuang may have some remorse, but Meng Kuang didn't expect that Changxing would dare to stare at himself? Just down the anger "Teng" about, deflagration up, heavily issued a "hum!"

With this "hum", Meng Kuang put a little pressure on the foundation building monks and pointed at Changxing!

Prestige is aura. For monks, the higher their accomplishments are, the stronger their prestige will be. Not to mention ordinary mortals, even monks in the realm of refining gas can't resist it. Although Meng Kuang deliberately controlled the strength of the prestige, the invisible pressure will crush the four limbs and the viscera of Changxing.

Changxing's face was pale, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. Although he bit his lips, the corners of his lips still left thin blood lines, and his body was shaking. Changxing still straightened his back, trying not to let himself limp down.

Meng Kuang frowned in disgust. It's better for a girl to be Wen gongxianshu. The girl's cultivation is not good, and her temperament is stubborn. The only thing she can take is her first-class appearance. Meng Kuang's mind suddenly changed. For a moment, he released his eyebrows and ignored Changxing. He turned to see that both ChangLei and Meng Jiating were standing in the same room with their heads down and their atmosphere By the way, I feel a little calm.

Meng Kuang nodded in secret and said slowly, "you are all descendants of the Meng family. You don't want to cultivate well and strengthen your family's reputation as soon as possible, but you fight for these trivial things! You should know that now your comfortable life is given by your family. If there is no Meng family, do you still have the leisure? Go back and copy Tao Te Ching a hundred times

Meng ChangLei was surprised and discontented and exclaimed: "grandfather, patriarch, I..."

Meng Kuang's eyes sweep in the past, and the cold eyes make Chang Lei shiver. He wants to explain it quietly.

"Meng ChangLei, you were born and grew up in the Meng family. Everything you have now is given to you by the Meng family. Do you think that with the master of jindanqi, you will not pay attention to me? You need to know that the Meng family can take all this back at any time. If you still want to speak, go to the ancestral hall and kneel down! " Meng Kuang gave a cold hum, left a word, brushed his sleeves and turned away.

When Meng Kuang walks away, Chang Lei stares at Chang Xing fiercely. Seeing Chang Xing's embarrassed appearance, she glances at her right hand and smiles with pride. "If you kneel down and beg me, I'll help you heal. How about that?" Changxing didn't seem to hear him. He raised the back of his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He said faintly, "don't bother, sister ten."

Chang Lei was very angry, and her face turned red for a moment. Then she turned her eyes, as if she thought of something, and laughed contemptuously, "OK, I'll see how long you can be stubborn?"Leaving a cold hum ", ChangLei walks away with her head held high. Meng Jiating stares at Changxing and watches ChangLei leave. He quickly follows ChangLei, takes a few steps, and then turns back to her and waves her fist.

Finally, they all left. Changxing watched them leave, endured the pain on his body, looked at the dirty clothes, suppressed the bitterness of his heart, and clenched his palm.

For half a month, Changxing's injury on her right hand has not improved. Although she can't see the scar with her naked eye, she has a deep pain in her heart. This kind of magic damage is just tickling to the friars. With a flick of aura, it can be removed. But ordinary people will find the pain unbearable. If there is no friars to help remove it, they have to wait. As time goes on, the spiritual power of the wound will also increase Gradually dissipated, long bud cultivation is low, can stimulate the spirit power is not much, it is estimated that it will dissipate in three months, long star gently stroked the back of the hand, heart secret way.

Changxing doesn't want to ask for help at all. If he does, it's nothing more than self humiliation. To please the genius Meng ChangLei or to sympathize with the waste material Meng Changxing is a multiple choice question with no alternative answer. Changxing thinks that it's already so miserable, so don't send it to the door, let yourself become more miserable, endure the pain and get used to it. One day, you won't feel pain again.

Thinking of the cold and scornful eyes of ChangLei when the patriarch left, a fire was gradually kindled in Changxing's heart. This world is so unfair, pointing deer for horses and reversing black and white. But the world is fair, isn't it? No matter where you come from, whether you are male or female, whether you are always young, as long as you are strong enough, you are the truth! Changxing gently stroked the back of his hand. Although his expression was calm, the firmness in his eyes became stronger and stronger, just like the stars in the sky.

Before dawn comes, Changxing walks to Xiushui lake with a small lantern in her hand. Grandma is very opposed to her coming here to practice. Tonight, she sneaks out while grandma and little bird are asleep. She should move fast and go back before dawn to avoid grandma's worry.

Before arriving at Xiushui lake, Changxing felt that the direction of Xiushui lake was very bright, as if a halo had flashed by. Changxing looked up at the sky, but there was no moon. The dark sky was like a huge black curtain, which covered the light tightly. Only a few scattered stars were looming on the curtain, and the mountains in the distance were like creeping beasts against the background of the night It's chilling.

Where's the light? Changxing wondered.

All of a sudden, Changxing's brain is excited. There are many legends about Xiushui Lake encountering immortals in the book. Do you want me to meet again today? She quickened her pace and ran to Xiushui lake. She turned a piece of flowers and trees and stepped on the path beside the lake. There was a faint halo on the surface of the lake. It was clear that there was no moon, but the halo was as bright and soft as the moon. The long star quietly hid behind the big stone and stared at the lake without blinking.

The light lasted for a long time. The white lake suddenly began to boil. The water in the center of the lake was churning and gushing. The water was getting bigger and bigger. It was boiling from the middle to the surrounding. A moment later, I saw the center of the gushing wate