Shancheng actually has two strongholds.
One is the school, and the other is one's own home.
The clinic was practically abandoned, but upstairs, in the parents' bedroom, a mirror connected to Chenjia Village, it seemed particularly lively.
Fang Zong looked at his parents' wide-open bedroom door, and then at Meng Laode, who was walking out of it with a smug look on his face, carrying a fish he had caught in the Kuiyin River as if he had just acquired a great sword. He suddenly thought, should we move to a different place?
"Dad, Mom!" Fang Zong called out as he went to greet them. Behind Meng Laode were his parents.
It was lunchtime, they should have been calling out to go out for lunch together.
When Meng Laode saw Fang Zong, he laughed: "Good apprentice, why don't you go out and try Lin Qiaoyu's cooking? You little devil are getting more and more obedient, you even know how to cook for this old man."
Fang Zong shook his head: "No, I have something else to do."
"Let's talk about that after we've finished eating!" Old Master Meng's expression turned serious.
Fang Zong couldn't wait: "Let's talk about it another day. The invitations have already been sent out. We'll cut the ribbon at the school in three days." With that, he walked past Meng Laode and pulled his parents into the room.
The bedroom door slammed shut and locked from the inside. Meng Laode cursed, "That son of a bitch doesn't respect his teacher at all!" Then he smiled with narrowed eyes and looked at Miao Ying, who was standing in the living room.
Since Ye Xiuxiu didn't come out, the phantom of the small willow tree was no longer on Miao Ying's shoulder.
However, he raised his white eyebrows and fixed his old eyes on Miao Ying's left shoulder. After a moment, he laughed loudly, ignored the little yellow cat, the green turtle, and Ou Zizhan, and walked away happily.
Ou Zizhan stared at Meng Laode's back, his lips twitching twice;
The little yellow cat meowed and circled the sofa, like an ordinary kitten trying to figure out where to get the most comfort from. After Meng Laode left, it pounced on the cushions and roared, "Meow! How scary! Scarier than the black-robed man and the peacock! Where did this old monster come from?"
The green tortoise goes without saying; it's still holed up in its shell.
On Miao Ying's shoulder, Ye Xiuxiu unfolded a strip of willow paper, swaying gently, her face serene. She didn't care about Meng Laode's strength or weakness; she simply wanted to be there, following Miao Ying, which meant following Fang Zong, and accepting whatever came her way.
The willow branches twitched gently, gradually stretching towards the bedroom. After a slight wave, they opened the locked bedroom door from the inside and swayed their branches inside.
Miao Ying wanted to follow her inside, but Liu Zhitiao wrapped her up on the sofa, gently placed a cushion in her arms, and then helped her turn on the TV...
In the blink of an eye, three days have passed in the blink of an eye during spiritual practice.
On the day of the school's ribbon-cutting ceremony, a large crowd had already gathered outside the clinic early in the morning.
Closest to the gate were Lin Qiaoyu, Sun Laoliu, Hu Batian, and the delivery guy; further out were Miao Ying, Ou Zizhan, and Green Turtle; followed by ten school buses and over a hundred students.
The demon-slaying squad of Shancheng was on high alert outside, maintaining order, and everyone waited quietly.
Zhao Changle also walked out of the bar, leaned against the wall, and quietly watched with a wine glass in hand. Upstairs were Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo, one with a cold expression and a slight smile, and the other munching on an ice cream cone.
Finally, the door opened, and Fang Zong walked out.
Fang Zong looked somewhat haggard, and the energy within his body was somewhat unstable. Meng Laode, who was high in the sky, almost jumped down, only to see Fang Zong take a deep breath, and the Dragon Yang Fire suddenly exploded, after which he regained his energetic appearance.
Behind Fang Zong, Fang's father, who looked to be in his early thirties, and a woman who looked to be eighteen years old, came out.
The woman had a slender figure and a mature air beyond her years, yet her eyes and brows truly resembled those of a vibrant eighteen-year-old girl. Her graceful and radiant gaze inspired awe and made it impossible for anyone to harbor any disrespectful thoughts.
"Hiss... As expected, it's another special power from a sealed-off area—the power of the land!"
Meng Laode had some guesses, but he was still confused and cursed, "You brat, you brat! When there are benefits, he thinks of his parents first, but not his master. Doesn't he know that his master is also his father?!"
Chunyinzi appeared beside him, still looking about twelve or thirteen years old, yet he exuded the ethereal aura of a highly accomplished Taoist master. The moment he opened his mouth, his demeanor changed completely.
"Old ghost, if you could live if you got something like this, would you still be in this half-dead, stupid state?"
Meng Laode: "Your genuine personality is really attractive."
"What?"
"He acts all high and mighty in public, but in front of his father he's like a bratty kid, the kind who acts like a spoiled brat."
Chun Yinzi: "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Meng Laode chuckled, cupped his hands, and in a few quick movements, he kneaded Chunyinzi into a palm-sized ball of flesh without harming him in the slightest. Then, he kicked Chunyinzi with his big foot, sending him flying into the sky like a shooting star.
"The kid's gotten too big for his britches, doesn't he? He doesn't even respect this old man anymore," Old Man Meng sighed. Watching Chunyinzi fly back in a rage, he squinted and said, "That brat Tiangang, although he didn't 'desire to practice divine skills' like you, he still cultivates the Nine Yin path, which is why you were able to restrain him. Just because he can't beat you doesn't mean this old man can't. Even without using the power that sustains my old age, my 'Earth Vein Blood Flame' divine ability can still make you look like a monster."
Chunyinzi said in a serious tone, "It's just about respecting the elderly and honoring the virtuous. I'm afraid that if I got serious, I would burn your old life to ashes in less than half a minute."
The commotion was still going on in the sky, but on the street, after Fang Zong saw his parents off on the school bus, he had just turned around when Sun Meimei led the students forward and, according to ancient etiquette, they all knelt on the ground.
Their knees were together, their hands were stacked in front of their knees, and their foreheads were placed on the backs of their hands.
Sun Meimei said, "Today, the principal has opened the gates wide. We who enter this gate are now people of this school; we who enter this gate are now ghosts of this school. We pay our respects to the principal, our teacher. Heaven is above, and the teacher is our father!"
"Heaven above, teacher is father! We pay our respects to the principal, our teacher, and to the principal, our father!" More than a hundred students shouted in unison.
They also placed their foreheads on the backs of their hands, facing Fang Zong, and never looked up.
Fang Zong glanced at the very old-fashioned scene and was a little confused. He looked around and glared fiercely at Lin Qiaoyu and the delivery guy.
They must have taught them. Apart from these two old-fashioned people born in the old days, Meng Laode could not have taught them such strict manners!
"Get up."
"Yes, Principal, you are my teacher."
Sun Meimei was the first to stand up, and the rest of the students followed suit. Fang Zong patted Sun Meimei on the shoulder and noticed that in a short period of time, Sun Meimei had lost her timid and cowardly demeanor and was now truly like a senior sister with many junior brothers and sisters.
He grabbed the green turtle and, without saying a word, pressed it directly onto Sun Meimei's forehead.
It's a bit green, but it looks quite nice.
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