The Mightiest Little Peasant

On Qingcheng Mountain, this was a vibrant scene.

But now, it's black smoke.

The disciples were nested in the room, in groups of two, holding cigarettes and playing games, playing with pleasure.

Others are nestling under the covers and secretly watching small videos. The beautiful world inside makes them fascinated.

Two or three times a day, that's less, and some times seven or eight times a day, it's almost so soft.

As the saying goes, Qiang Lu will fly away.

These disciples were low-cultivated and could not stand up. They used to be full of spirits and strong bodies, but now, all of them are gradually disappearing and their spirits are weak.

Seriously, walking on the road is like walking dead.

Not only the disciples, but some elders also fell. When they were confiscated, many good things were hidden in the secret. They were also unintentionally cultivated and unintentionally managed.

No one in this school manages, and the discipline is broken, and it gradually degenerates.

This is the case with Qingcheng, and other schools are not much better.

The bureau dispatched planes every day, dropped countless packages outside each martial arts, burned batches and batches.

Some martial arts were aware of the hazards from the outset, resolutely resisted, and burned batch after batch, but the more forbidden this kind of thing, the greater the temptation.

They secretly circulated, corrupted and fallen seeds gradually took root among the disciples.

A little bit of star fire finally converged into the fire of Liaoyuan.

Even Shushan was affected.

In Lao Bai’s plan, Shushan was the key point. Three waves of planes flew by every day, dropping packages and spreading them all over the mountains.

At the beginning, there were only tablets, mobile phones, magazines, and books in the package. Later, cigarettes, cigars, and fine wines were added.

"What's the point! This group of natives is so vicious that they want to seduce us!"

After seeing these things, Shushan Zhangjiao burst into anger.

But then, he grumbled: "I see, they are in vain. We Shushan people are all determined, how could they be tempted. This group of indigenous people is really naive."

"Zhangjiao said so!"

A group of elders echoed.

They are very confident about the willpower of their disciples.

But soon, they realized that it was wrong. Among the disciples, these things gradually circulated, one by one did not want to practice, and indulged in it.

Some are addicted to games, some are addicted to female sex, and others are addicted to tobacco, alcohol, smoking all day, and drinking too much.

That's the fairy wine, the one that hasn't been blended before, it will be poured as soon as the cultivation base is low.

The good Shushan became a bit smoldering.

"Why not?"

The palm taught that his nose was crooked and he was trembling.

"Burn burnt burnt, all burned to me, who dare to dip this kind of thing, see if I don't kill him!"

"Guard the door, no one is allowed to go out!"

At the moment, a big search came and burned the confiscated things.

"To teach, the indigenous people's move is too cruel, to lure our disciples with pleasure, this is to destroy our Shushan spiritually!"

An elder said solemnly.

"I can't stop us from Shushan. The other schools must have encountered such a situation. We must send people to wake them up!"

Another elder advised, "Otherwise, our alliance will not break through."

When they sent people to other schools, they were all stunned by what they saw.

In Qingcheng, there was no one in front of the gate. As soon as he walked in, the mountain gate was empty and deserted.Walking up the mountain, I smelled a strong smell of smoke and alcohol.

When I came to the disciples' accommodation, I heard a loud noise.

That is the sound of the game.

Faintly, there are indescribable voices.

In each room, the smoke was weak and the wine was strong.

Which is like a mountain gate, it is more like a green house, a wine shop.

"It's so ridiculous!"

The elder of Shushan said indignantly, feeling that he hated iron but not steel.

"What are the elders and the masters doing! How can we indulge this situation!" He hurried towards the hall.

When he came to the hall, he was shocked again.

I am fucking!He read right!The guys lying there one by one, holding the wine jar, drunk and dreaming, were actually the elders of Qingcheng, and even the head.

His face twitched, and there was an urge to vomit blood.

This is all hell!

All became a group of drunkards, if the natives came over at this time, they must not be wiped out.

"Stop drinking! Wake up!"

He walked over and tried so hard that he woke up the group.

He hurt Chen some time, the group of people suddenly showed shame.

"Yes, yes, all banned, we can't let the indigenous conspiracy succeed."

So, a vigorous rectification operation began.

For a time, the whole mountain went up and down, all cries of crying.

"No! My teacher Aoi, my teacher Ozawa..."

On the first day after the rectification, the mountain was calm.

The next day, still calm.

But on the third day, there was a commotion.

"Damn, the bird fades! If you want to smoke or not, if you want to drink or not, if you want to play without games, how can you live this day!"

"It's too much, we don't leave it at all! Their elders can hide things. Last night, I saw with my own eyes that Elder Xu squatted in the Mao Hang and smoked there."

"What? Is there such a thing? Too much!"

"This is oppression, this is exploitation! We can't stand it! We must unite and overthrow the tyranny of the elders!"

"Yes, yes! With human rights, everyone is born equal. We must overthrow them, fight for freedom, and fight for equality."

The anger in the disciples' hearts swelled to the extreme.

They rioted, shouting slogans, rushed out of the accommodation area, and rushed towards the mountainside all the way.

Along the way, I also smashed things along the road, and everything was smashed.

When someone takes the lead, more and more people respond, the whole mountain is boiling, and there are angry disciples everywhere.

Soon, the riot was suppressed.

However, the seeds have been planted in the hearts of the young disciples, and they have begun to awaken.

"We want freedom and equality!"

"Outside is the paradise of freedom, here is hell!"

This idea gradually spread among disciples.

In this way, on a dark night in a month, they defected, with a yearning for freedom, escaped from Qingcheng Mountain, and ran into the embrace of the association.

In other schools, this situation has gradually emerged. They defected and fled to the association more and more, and not only young disciples, some middle-aged ones, and even elders.

Tang Hao was surprised by this.

He really did not expect that the effect would be so good.

For these people, they are naturally delicious, drink, wait up, make another promotional video, and continue to vote in the past.

In this way, there are more and more defectors, and all major schools are scattered.