After leaving the main peak, Ye Qiao, who was lying on the couch, couldn't understand how things developed to the point where they are today.

Personal news, inner door, outer door.

The most personal disciple has a heavy task. In addition to participating in the competition, he also has to train together. According to Mu Chongxi, there is also an inner sect elder who personally trains his reaction speed and is beaten in class every day.

At that time, Ye Qiao hypocritically sympathized with him, but he didn't expect that it was his turn now.

When I learned that Ye Qiao was going to move to the main peak, the most shocking thing was the outer disciples she knew.

Ye Qiao became a personal rumor? Who gave her the back door?

"She was not even as good as me in class before." Someone muttered dissatisfied.

"yes."

"I don't have high talent and poor assessment results. Even if I want to choose a personal passerby, I should choose it from the inner sect."

"Isn't Senior Sister Ning more suitable than her?"

Ning Qing is an inner disciple of Changming Sect, with a top-grade fire spirit root. She builds the foundation at the age of sixteen. Even in the sect, she is still a little genius with good talent.

She thought that the fifth personal disciple had already been almost certain to get the quota, but she didn't expect an outer disciple to appear halfway.

It would be fine if the other party was better than her.

After asking Ning Qing, she found out that not only her talent was poor, but her monthly assessment results were extremely mediocre.

How can such a person become a personal master?

Du Chun helped her pack her things in the yard. The two met for two months and got along well. When he first heard that she was leaving, he was reluctant to leave.

"You boy, okay." He patted her on the shoulder, "and became a personal disciple without saying a word."

That is the identity that many people are undeserving of.

Ye Qiao was wearing a face criticism, just like his father and mother died.

Du Chun said with a grudge: "Smile, what's the point of having a broken face?"

Ye Qiao smiled bitterly.

Du Chun: "..." I got it.

It's better not to laugh anymore.

He helped her clean up the things in the yard. Ye Qiao was very poor in life. In addition to using the broken sword, the spirit stone was put into the mustard bag by her, and four talismans were pasted on the wall. I don’t know what to use.

Ye Qiao took a deep breath and cheered up. She tore off the talisman and then called Du Chun.

"Should you wait." She thought that she would not come down from the main peak in a short period of time. After all, there are more than 900 stone steps, and her legs are weak just thinking about it.

When he met Du Chun's gaze that was puzzled, Ye Qiao buried his head in searching through the mustard bag.

She didn't fall asleep all night last night and drew dozens of talismans overnight.

"This is the spirit gathering talisman." Ye Qiao told him where he would post it, "You can practice by lying down at night."

Du Chun looked at the talismans in his hand suspiciously: "Is it true or false?"

It’s not that I don’t trust Ye Qiao, I can practice by just lying down. Is this kind of good thing really there?

Ye Qiao said: "You can try it. I used it before."

After simply packing up his things, Ye Qiao stepped onto the bag and prepared to go on the road.

As a result, just after he left the yard, the snow-white sword light pointed directly at her. Ye Qiao looked up calmly and looked at a girl with cold eyes.

Ye Qiao sighed and pushed the sword away tentatively, "This senior sister, please say something. Changmingzong prohibits drawing the sword."

Ning Qing's face became even colder by her calm attitude.

She found out about Ye Qiao's residence early this morning and rushed over.

"Why can you do personal communication?" Ning Qing stared at her fiercely, "Just because you have a good relationship with Senior Brother Mu?"

"Otherwise, you, a waste with medium-grade spiritual roots, can move into the main peak and practice with Senior Brother Mingxuan?"

Ye Qiao was stared at her jealous gaze and said quietly for a while: "You don't know how much I envy you."

Ning Qing: "?"

She looked at Ye Qiao with sadness, and she didn't seem to be fake, and she couldn't help but face a big question mark on her head.

"What do you envy me? I envy me for not becoming a personal rumor?" If her sad expression was not too real, Ning Qing even suspected that she was mocking herself.

Ye Qiao was silent for a moment and said quietly: "I envy everyone who doesn't have to work hard."

Ning Qing: "..." Is there something wrong with it?

As the two confronted each other, the young man walked into the yard and "left."

He was lazy and tilted, and his gray robe was not visible at all.

Ye Qiao withdrew his big eyes and Ning Qing's eyes, took his small bag and walked to the young man.

"Senior Brother?" She shouted tentatively.

She had seen Xue Ming, Xuan Mu, Chongxi and the other two, but only Zhou Xingyun had never shown up.

In the novel, this great disciple is a handsome man in the mourning category. He is thinking about dying and jumping repeatedly every day. In the end, the gentle and kind heartthrob heroine saved him.

At this point, Zhou Xingyun also worked diligently to join a member of the heroine's harem.

Zhou Xingyun nodded lazily.

Then he looked at her without hesitation, reached out and patted the girl's erect hair, and pressed her down.

Ye Qiao tilted his head in confusion and touched the dull hair that was stubbornly standing up on his head.

Zhou Xingyun frowned slightly and stared at Ye Qiao's dazed hair.

He stretched out his hand and pressed her back.

Ye Qiao thought:... She, the eldest brother, won’t have obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?

...

After climbing to the main peak, the abundant spiritual energy filled his whole body instantly, and the pores all over his body seemed to be opened. Ye Qiao sighed slightly. No wonder the monks in the cultivation world all squeezed their heads and wanted to be the one who passed on their own.

The spiritual energy of the main peak alone was so rich that she couldn't move.

After Zhou Xingyun brought the person to the main peak, he became the boss and took the junior sister off the sword like a little chicken, walked to Xue Yan and threw it to the other party.

"Your junior sister."

His voice was slow.

He turned around and left without any nostalgia. Zhou Xingyun was afraid that he would not leave again, so he would not be able to help but cut off the dull hair that stood up on her head with a sword.

Zhou Xingyun was too fast, and Ye Qiao was a little confused. She slowed down and then was led by Xue Yu to a quiet bamboo forest.

Ye Qiao was not sure about the process, so he followed Xue Yi's butt throughout the process, and asked in confusion from time to time: "Senior brother, did the Changmingzong accept disciples, but there was no ceremony to accept disciples?"

Xue Yan paused slightly, "No."

After he said that, he probably felt that he seemed too cold, and the boy added: "None of us had before."

Ye Qiao was confused: "Why do other sects have them?"

She remembered that when the heroine in the original work was accepted as a personal tragedy by Yueqing Sect, she was very popular and came from all directions to congratulate her. How could it be so simple to reach Changming Sect?

Xue Yu coughed slightly when he heard this, and pressed his fist against his lips: "Maybe it's because we don't have enough funds?"

Ye Qiao said "Oh".

To put it bluntly, it is poverty.

The most profitable person in the world of cultivation is Fu Xiu Dan Cultivation.

There are very few alchemy and talisman cultivation in their sect, so naturally they are not as rich as other sects.

Xue Yan glanced at her bitter expression and couldn't help but smile. While walking, she explained to her, "We only need two classes."

"There are mental methods classes and training classes."

"The elders will be there to teach us in both classes..." Xue Yu glanced at Ye Qiao, knowing that she might not be able to keep up with the progress, so he comforted her warmly, "If you don't know, you can ask the elders or find me."

This was exactly the same as the school's words, which made Ye Qiao burst into tears.

What evil did she commit?

After finally graduating from high school, I came out of prison for a few years, and after traveling through time, I went to another prison.

As soon as he entered the bamboo forest, the rich spiritual energy swept over the sky and mattressed, and Ye Qiao was almost overwhelmed by these spiritual energy.

She finally understood why her personal disciples' cultivation level was so much better than ordinary people.

Just this crazy spiritual energy is inexhaustible.

Xue Yan saw her discomfort, sighed softly, and threw it to Ye Qiao a white jade porcelain bottle, "Swallow it, this is the Guling Pill, and it may be much more comfortable later."

After all, her cultivation is still too poor, and her spiritual root purity is too low to absorb too much spiritual energy.

Ye Qiao took it, slightly stunned.
To be continued...