Chapter 30

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The current head of the Xuanyi Sect has thirteen disciples. Except for the senior brother Zhu Xueqing and the junior sister Wenxiu, who are quite intelligent, the others are all orphans picked up by the head.

Rather than asking them to inherit the mantle, it would be good to learn some boxing and kicking skills in troubled times.

When Zhu Xueqing turned twenty, the head of the Xuanyi Sect passed away at the age of two hundred and one. At this point, the burden of taking care of his junior brothers and sisters and revitalizing the sect has completely fallen on his shoulders.

In the twelfth lunar month of the following year, Zhu Xueqing went down the mountain to exorcise evil spirits for a farmer's family. On the way back, he found a bulging vegetable basket at the foot of the mountain. When he got closer, he saw a baby lying inside.

It was a freezing day, and a girl was lying on the roadside wrapped in a torn quilt for an unknown amount of time, but she didn't freeze to death and didn't cry or fuss.

A pair of eyes were of a rare golden color, with extremely small pupils, closer to a vertical line. Diliu stared at him for a while, then grinned, revealing a set of neat white teeth.

The two plush ears on the top of his head fluttered back and forth, looking innocent and unconcerned about his future destiny.

Zhu Xueqing felt compassion and took the half-human, half-demon girl back and named her Xiao Yan.

For some reason, Xiao Yan seems to be born unable to speak. He is more like a conscious beast than a human being. He is both ferocious and lonely. He always likes to grab food. He bares his teeth and warns anyone who comes near. He does not know how to share at all.

The only person who can get close to her is Zhu Xueqing.

On the evening of the 30th, everyone gathered together for the New Year's Eve dinner. The second senior brother bought two jars of wine, one jar was dedicated to the master, and the rest of the brothers shared it.

The young man was so drunk that after a few drinks he fell drunk and lay on the table, muttering nonsense such as "Master, don't punish me" and "I don't want to copy books".

After that, he clamored to become famous, to be a heroic figure who will be remembered in history books, and to die with great splendor.

But no one expected that the change would happen so quickly.

In the spring of the following year, Xianglan City was involved in the flames of war and became one of the territories fought over by major forces. Zhu Xueqing did not die at the hands of evil spirits, but was hit by a stray bullet on an ordinary afternoon and died of excessive blood loss.

As soon as he died, the sect was in chaos.

The second senior brother, Zi Mian, was not very capable, and his character was too meek and weak. Dealing with Zhu Xueqing's death had left him mentally and physically exhausted, not to mention the Zhu family's anger and making things difficult. This was the sigh that farmers often talked about when they went down the mountain to exorcise evil spirits for help. , "It would be great if your senior brothers are still here."

"If it's Xueqing, it will be okay."

The pressure was like a mountain, crushing the young man's back. Zimian became more and more silent, timid in doing things, and no longer as energetic as before. .

Several junior brothers were frightened when they heard the bad news, and they discussed packing their bags and going down the mountain to find another way to make a living. Some suggested joining the warlords, while others said it would be better to set up their own business.

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