After leaving the main peak, Ye Qiao, who was lying on the bed feeling hopeless, couldn't figure out how things developed to where they are today.
Personal inheritance, inner door, outer door.
The closest disciple has a heavy workload. In addition to participating in the competition, he also has to attend classes and train together. According to Mu Chongxi, there is also an inner sect elder who personally trains his reaction speed and has to be beaten in class every day.
At that time, Ye Qiao gave him a few words of hypocritical sympathy, but she didn't expect that it would be her turn now.
When she learned that Ye Qiao was moving to the main peak, the ones who were most shocked were the outer disciples she knew.
Ye Qiao became a direct descendant? Who gave her the back door?
"She was not even as good as me in class before." Someone muttered unconvinced.
"yes."
"My talent is not very high, and my assessment results are also poor. Even if I want to choose a direct disciple, I should choose from the inner sect."
"Isn't Senior Sister Ning more suitable than her?"
Ning Qing is an inner disciple of the Chang Ming Sect. She has a high-grade fire spirit root and was founded at the age of sixteen. She is a talented little genius even in a large sect.
She originally thought that the spot for the fifth direct disciple was already guaranteed, but she never expected to kill an outer disciple halfway.
It would be fine if the other person is better than her.
When Ning Qing inquired about it, she found out that not only was she poor in talent, but her monthly assessment scores were mediocre to the extreme.
How can a person like this become a direct descendant?
Du Chun helped her pack her things in the yard. The two had known each other for two months and got along well. When he first heard that she was leaving, he was still reluctant to leave.
"You can do it, kid." He patted her shoulder, "You became your direct disciple without saying a word."
That is an identity that many people dream of.
Ye Qiao, however, was holding a slap in the face, as if her parents were dead.
Du Chun hated the iron and said: "Smile, what's the point of having a sullen face?"
Ye Qiao smiled sadly.
Du Chun: "..." Yes.
It's better to stop laughing.
He helped her pack up the things in the yard. Ye Qiao's life was very poor. Apart from a broken sword, she put the spirit stones in a mustard bag and posted four talismans on the wall. She didn't know what they were used for.
Ye Qiao took a deep breath, cheered up, tore off the talisman, and then called out to Du Chun.
"Wait a minute." She thought that she wouldn't be able to come down from the main peak in a short time. After all, there were more than 900 stone steps, and just thinking about it made her legs weak.
Facing Du Chun's puzzled gaze, Ye Qiao rummaged through the mustard bag.
She was so sad that she couldn't sleep last night and drew dozens of talismans all night long.
"This is the spirit-gathering talisman." Ye Qiao told him where to stick it. "You can practice it while lying down at night."
Du Chun looked at the talismans in his hand suspiciously: "Are they real or fake?"
It's not that I don't trust Ye Qiao, I can just practice while lying down. Does such a good thing really exist?
Ye Qiao said: "You can try it. I have used it before."
After simply packing up his things, Ye Qiao loaded up his bags and got ready to hit the road.
As a result, just after leaving the yard, a snow-white sword light was pointed directly at her. Ye Qiao calmly raised his head and looked at a girl with a cold gaze.
Ye Qiao sighed and pushed the sword away tentatively, "Senior sister, if you have anything to say, please tell me. Changming Sect prohibits drawing swords."
Ning Qing's face turned even colder because of her calm attitude.
After she found out where Ye Qiao lived early this morning, she came over aggressively and killed him.
"Why can you be the direct successor?" Ning Qing stared at her fiercely, "Just because you have a good relationship with Senior Brother Mu?"
"Otherwise, why would you, a waste with middle-grade spiritual roots, be able to live in the main peak and practice with senior brother Mingxuan?"
Ye Qiao was stared at by her jealous eyes, and she uttered words quietly for a while: "You have no idea how much I envy you."
Ning Qing: "?"
She looked at Ye Qiao's expression of sadness and it didn't look like he was faking it, and she couldn't help but have a big question mark on her head.
"Why are you envious of me? Are you envious that I didn't become a direct descendant?" If her sad expression hadn't been too real, Ning Qing would have even suspected that she was mocking herself.
Ye Qiao was silent for a moment and said quietly: "I envy all of you who don't have to work hard."
Ning Qing: "..." Is there something wrong?
While the two were confronting each other, the young man walked into the courtyard and said, "Let's go."
His tone was lazy, his body was tilted, and his dusty robes made him look like he was not a direct disciple at all.
Ye Qiao retracted her glare with Ning Qing, took her small bundle and walked to the young man's side.
"Elder brother?" She called tentatively.
She had met all three of them, Xue Yuming, Xuan Mu and Chong Xi, but only Zhou Xingyun had not shown up.
In the novel, the eldest disciple is a sad and handsome guy who is on the verge of death every day. In the end, he is saved by the gentle and kind-hearted heartthrob heroine.
At this point, Zhou Xingyun also diligently joined the heroine's harem.
Zhou Xingyun lazily hummed.
Then he looked at her calmly, stretched out his hand, patted the girl's bristled hair, and pressed it down for her.
Ye Qiao tilted his head in confusion and touched the hair on his head that stood up stubbornly.
Zhou Xingyun frowned slightly and stared at Ye Qiao's dull hair.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it back to her.
Ye Qiao thought thoughtfully: ...As a senior brother, she doesn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?
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After climbing the main peak, abundant spiritual energy instantly filled his body, and the pores all over his body seemed to be opened. Ye Qiao let out a slight sigh of comfort. No wonder the monks in the world of cultivation are trying to become a disciple.
The aura of the main peak alone was so strong that she couldn't move away.
After Zhou Xingyun brought people to the main peak, he already acted as a hands-off shopkeeper. He lifted the junior sister from the sword like a chicken, walked to Xue Yu, and threw it to him.
"Your little junior sister."
His voice was slow.
She turned around and left without any hesitation. Zhou Xingyun was afraid that if he didn't leave, he would not be able to help but cut off the stupid hair on her head with a sword.
Zhou Xingyun's speed was so fast that Ye Qiao was a little dizzy with the sword. After she slowed down, she was led by Xue Yu to a quiet bamboo forest.
Ye Qiao didn't understand the process and followed Xue Yu the whole time, asking confused questions from time to time: "Brother, is there no ceremony for accepting disciples in the Changming Sect?"
Xue Yu paused slightly, "No."
After he finished speaking, he probably felt that it seemed too indifferent to him, so the young man added: "None of the four of us have done this before."
Ye Qiao was confused: "Why do other sects have it?"
She remembered that in the original work, when the heroine was accepted as the direct descendant of the Yue Qing Sect, there was a huge fanfare and congratulations came from all over the world. How come they were so humble when they came to the Chang Ming Sect.
Xue Yu coughed slightly when he heard this and put his fist to his lips: "Maybe it's because we don't have enough funds?"
Ye Qiao said "Oh" dryly.
To put it bluntly, it is poverty.
The most profitable person in the world of cultivation is Fu Xiu Dan Xiu.
Their sect has very few alchemy cultivators and talisman cultivators, so naturally they are not as wealthy as the other sects.
Xue Yu caught a glimpse of her bitter expression and couldn't help but smile. As he walked, he explained to her, "We only have two classes to attend."
"They are mental method classes and training classes."
"There will be elders teaching us in both classes..." Xue Yu glanced at Ye Qiao and knew that she might not be able to keep up, so he comforted her gently, "If you have any questions, you can ask the elders, or
Find me."
This was exactly the same as the school's rhetoric, which made Ye Qiao burst into tears.
What evil has she committed?
A few years after I finally got out of prison after graduating from high school, I entered another prison after traveling through time.
As soon as he entered the bamboo forest, the rich spiritual energy swept in overwhelmingly. Ye Qiao was almost suffocated by the spiritual energy.
She finally understood why her direct disciples' cultivation levels were so far ahead of those of ordinary people.
This crazy and chaotic spiritual energy is inexhaustible.
Xue Yu saw her discomfort, sighed softly, and threw a white jade porcelain bottle to Ye Qiao, "Swallow it, this is a spiritual elixir. You may feel much better later."
After all, her cultivation is still too poor, and the purity of her spiritual roots is too low to absorb too much spiritual energy.
Ye Qiao took it and was slightly startled.
Although she didn't know much about alchemy, she knew about the Spirit-Guiding Pill.
The usefulness of this elixir has been mentioned in the original work. Cultivation requires one step at a time and a steady approach. If the foundation is not stable, although the level will rise, it will be much weaker than those at the same level.
The Spiritual Strengthening Pill can stabilize the spiritual energy, and those who are in an unstable state and rely on some heavenly and earthly treasures can quickly lay a solid foundation after swallowing it.
Even a genius like Xue Yu could only practice three copies in the Changming Sect in three years.
Xue Yu in the novel is worthy of being a warm-hearted backup character, and all the elixirs he refined are diligently dedicated to the heroine.
For this reason, the heroine took it out to give away, which made it a big hit.
Now, is there still a share of her?
Ye Qiao was somewhat flattered.
"Third Senior Brother." She held the white jade bottle tightly, pursed her lips, and when the boy tilted his head in confusion, she said crisply: "You are so kind."
Xue Yu met the girl's shining eyes, he was slightly startled, and then laughed out loud.
So cute.
The junior sister is really polite.
It's totally different from Mu Chongxi's kind of stick that only wants to ask for it.
When the two walked into the training ground one after another, they could hear Mu Zhongxi's wailing and Mingxuan's gloating and cheering from a distance.
Ye Qiao was holding the Spiritual Pill in his mouth when he saw a meteor streak across the sky in the next second, and then was thrown heavily to the ground.
Ye Qiao was surprised and said: "What a fast birdman."
Then the 'Birdman' climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and then she noticed that it was not a Birdman, but Mu Chongxi.
Mu Zhongxi stood up from the ground with a grin on his face and shouted angrily: "Mingxuan, do you want to fight?"
"Am I afraid of you?" Mingxuan's smile disappeared and he picked up a few talismans in his hand.
The atmosphere became tense.
Ye Qiao's mouth twitched: "Do you always get along like this in private?"
I wish I could give each other a double blow.
Xue Yu's tone was calm, obviously he was used to this kind of thing, "Yes. Just wait until they finish fighting, don't worry."
Ye Qiao likes to join in the fun. Her eyes are slightly bright and her tone is excited: "Really!"
Fight, fight, fight!
She has never seen anyone fight.
Xue Yu turned around, why did he have the illusion that the junior sister was very excited?
Ye Qiao also realized that something was wrong with her expression, and she immediately put on a sorrowful expression, "Really?"
Xue Yu: "..."
Don't think that I can't see your eagerness to try just by changing your expression.