Urban Demon Slayer

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

"Who are you calling useless?"

"Don't think that because you are uncle, we won't dare to hit you!"

More than a dozen disciples were shouting non-stop. Although they were not forgiving, they were all smiling. Apparently they were used to joking with Bai Feiyang.

Yuan Tianshi said helplessly: "Every time the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp] opens, Longhu Mountain has to submit more than a dozen places. This time Song Chongjian teaches the class in person. I have selected some talented disciples and you At the same time, it won’t be considered as a disgrace to our Longhu Mountain’s reputation!”

"They are also called talented people. That dog can also go to the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp]!" Bai Feiyang looked at everyone in surprise.

"Hit him! Beat him!" More than a dozen disciples finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards Bai Feiyang.

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

…

Maoshan.

As a famous Taoist mountain and the birthplace of the Shangqing Sect, Maoshan has "the first blessing"

The scenery is certainly beautiful, the heritage is profound, and the main hall must be layered...

But even in Maoshan, there are some inconspicuous places. For example, in the woods behind a certain side hall, there is a thatched house that can shelter from the wind and rain.

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

The furnishings in the room were extremely simple, even crude, and even the clothes he wore were unsightly. To put it mildly, they were called clothes, but they were actually just a few pieces of linen, barely covering certain parts.

But his life is better than that of a god.

Because beside him, there were several men wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms. These men were all pale-faced, stiff, and stretched their arms forward, like zombies.

Some of these zombies fanned him with fans, some held grapes and fed them into his mouth, some helped him beat his shoulders, and some helped him

He massaged the soles of his feet. Although his movements were very stiff and looked weird and scary, the young man looked like he was enjoying it, so he must be very comfortable.

"Dong dong dong——"

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

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

The young man waved his hand, and the zombies around him retreated. He sat up, took the letter, and opened it.

"Dear Tan Zuo, hello..."

After seeing the first few words, the young man felt a chill all over his body, but he continued reading.

"The new [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp] is actually being taught by Song Chongjian himself? It's kind of interesting..."

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

"It must be because I want to go, that's why Song Chongjian started the class in person! Haha, I knew I was a genius!"

Tan Zuo put the letter away, then waved his hand again, and the person next to him

Several zombies slowly fell down and turned into several yellow pieces of paper. Tan Zuo picked up these pieces of paper and stuffed them into his arms, then strode out of the door.

…

Putuo Mountain, in the main hall.

Smoke curled up, and a group of monks knocked on wooden fish and chanted incomprehensible Sanskrit sounds, which made the Guanyin statue in front of them appear more solemn and solemn.

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

"Du Hong, when you go to the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp] in Beijing this time, you are representing our Putuo Mountain. Why don't you shave your head this time?" Under the Guanyin statue stood an old monk with a white beard, wearing a treasure The red cassock is radiant and solemn. At first glance, he is not an ordinary person.

"No." Du Hong simply refused: "I don't want to be a monk, but you keep pestering me. I really have no choice but to become your lay disciple! If you want to shave my head, then I will No need to go, let’s take a photo together

Let's break up, don't delay me from marrying my wife! "

"That's all, that's all, if you don't want to shave, just 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, several of your senior brothers also have quotas, you can go with them!" the old monk shouted quickly.

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

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

"Haha, you want me to keep a low profile? It depends on whether they have the ability!" Du Hong snorted coldly, with several cold gleams flashing in his eyes.

The old monk was choked and speechless. Looking at Du Hong's retreating figure, he finally sighed softly: "It's a piece of rough jade, it just needs to be polished... When you get to Shangjing, I hope someone will polish you well." !”

(End of chapter)