The Mightiest Little Peasant

On Mount Qingcheng, it was a scene full of vigor and vitality.

But now, it is a miasma.

The disciples nestled in the room, in groups of twos and threes, smoking cigarettes, playing games, having a great time.

There are also some who lie under the covers and secretly watch the short video. The beautiful world inside makes them fascinated.

Two or three times a day, that's not enough, some seven or eight times a day, it's almost weak in the legs.

As the saying goes, strong masturbation disappears.

These disciples were low in cultivation and couldn't stand the masturbation. They used to be full of energy and strong in body, but now, they are gradually dissipating and listless.

Seriously, walking down the road is like walking dead.

Not only the disciples, but also some elders have fallen. When confiscated, they hid a lot of good things secretly, and each of them had no intention of cultivating or managing them.

Without someone to manage this sect, the discipline will be lax, and it will gradually degenerate.

Qingcheng is like this, and other sects are not much better.

The administration sends planes every day, dropping countless packages outside each sect, burning one batch and another batch.

Some sects realized the danger from the very beginning, resolutely resisted, and burned batch after batch. However, the more this kind of thing is prohibited, the greater the temptation will be.

They spread the seeds of corruption secretly, and gradually took root and sprouted among the disciples.

A little bit of sparks, eventually, converged into a prairie fire.

Even Shushan was affected.

In Lao Bai's plan, Mount Shu is the key point. Every day, three waves of planes fly over, dropping parcels all over the mountains and plains.

At the beginning, there were only tablets, mobile phones, magazines, and books in the package, and later cigarettes, cigars, fine wine and other enjoyment items were added.

"It's unreasonable! These natives are so vicious that they want to seduce us!"

After seeing these things, Master Shushan became very angry.

but then,

He snorted softly and said, "I see, their efforts are in vain. We Shushan people are all determined, so how could we be tempted? These natives are so naive."

"What the teacher said is very true!"

A group of elders echoed.

They are very confident in the willpower of their disciples.

But soon, they realized that something was wrong. These things gradually circulated among the disciples, and each one of them didn't think about cultivation and was addicted to it.

Some are addicted to games, some are addicted to women, and some are addicted to cigarettes and alcohol, smoking and drinking all day long.

That is immortal wine, it has never been blended, and those with low cultivation level will pour it down as soon as they drink it.

The good Shu Mountain has become a bit smoky.

"It makes no sense!"

The head teacher's nose was crooked with anger, and he was trembling all over.

"Burn, burn, burn them all, whoever dares to touch this kind of thing, see if I don't beat him to death!"

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

At the moment, a big search came, and the confiscated things were set on fire.

"Teacher, this move of the natives is too ruthless, tempting our disciples with pleasure, this is to destroy our Shu Mountain spiritually!"

An elder said solemnly.

"I think it's not just our Shushan, other sects must have encountered such a situation, we must send someone to warn them!"

Another elder remonstrated, "Otherwise, our alliance will collapse on its own."

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

In Qingcheng, there is no one in front of the gate, and once you walk in, the front of the mountain gate is also empty, very deserted. Walking up the mountain, I smelled a strong smell of smoke and alcohol.

When they came to the place where the disciples were staying, they heard a noisy sound.

That's the sound of the game.

Faintly, there was also an indescribable voice.

In each room, there was a miasma of smoke and a strong smell of alcohol.

This doesn't look like a mountain gate, it's more like a brothel or a wine shop.

"It's outrageous!"

The Shushan elder said angrily, feeling like he hated iron but not steel.

"What are those elders and the head of the sect doing! How can you indulge this situation!" He hurried towards the main hall.

When he came to the main hall, he was stunned again.

Fuck! He read it right! Those guys lying there, hugging the wine jar, drunk and dreaming, turned out to be the elders of Qingcheng, and even the head of the sect.

His face twitched, and he had the urge to vomit blood.

He is so useless!

They all became a group of drunkards. If the natives came over at this time, they would have been wiped out.

"Stop drinking! Wake up!"

He walked over and, with great effort, woke up the group of people.

He made a bitter statement, and the group of people immediately showed shame.

"That's right, it's all banned, we can't let the indigenous conspiracy succeed."

Thus, a vigorous rectification movement began.

For a time, the whole mountain was full of crying and howling.

"No! My Aoi-sensei, my Ozawa-sensei..."

On the first day after the wind rectification, the mountain was peaceful.

The next day, it was still calm.

But on the third day, the commotion began.

"Damn it, the bird is fading out! If you want cigarettes or no cigarettes, if you want wine or alcohol, if you want games or no games, how can you live this day!"

"It's too much, we won't keep anything for us! Their elders can hide things privately. I saw with my own eyes last night that Elder Xu was squatting in the latrine, smoking a cigarette there."

"What? There is such a thing? It's too much!"

"This is oppression, this is exploitation! We cannot tolerate it! We must unite and overthrow the tyranny of the elders!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Human rights are born, and all people are born equal. We must overthrow them, fight for freedom, and fight for equality."

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

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

Along the way, they also smashed things on the side of the road, such as flowers and plants, all of which were completely smashed.

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

Soon, the riot was suppressed.

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

"We want freedom and equality!"

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

This idea gradually spread among the disciples.

In this way, on a dark and stormy night, they defected. With a yearning for freedom, they escaped from Mount Qingcheng and rushed to the embrace of the association.

In other sects, this situation gradually appeared. More and more people defected and defected to the association, and not only young disciples, some middle-aged ones, and even elders.

Tang Hao was greatly surprised by this.

He really didn't expect that the effect would be so good.

For these people, they naturally eat delicious food and drink, wait for them, make a promotional video, and continue to vote for it.

In this way, more and more people defected, and the hearts of the major sects were scattered.