Naturally, the two of them failed to fight as they wished. It was tacitly understood that fighting within the sect was forbidden by drawing swords, but without this sect rule, Mu Chongxi felt that one of him or Ming Xuan would definitely die.
"Stop arguing." Xue Yu had no choice but to interrupt the two of them, "Elder Duan Yu will be here soon."
The elder responsible for training them was a tall and muscular man with unshaven beard.
"Are you the new direct descendant?" Duan Yu patted her shoulder, and Ye Qiao fell to the ground with his slap.
she:"……"
Duan Yu was slightly startled, "So unwilling to resist beating?"
Ye Qiao looked at his well-developed muscles, then raised his thin arms and legs, not daring to say a word at all.
Mu Chongxi curled her lips and said, "Elder, she is not me. She has been beaten down by you for so many years."
"Ye Qiao is here for the first time, please be gentle to her."
Ye Qiao cast a grateful look at him.
It's not a waste of time for us to get to know each other.
Duan Yu chuckled, "Of course, I know it, I know it."
He looked around at Ye Qiao. Perhaps he felt that this disciple could not resist being beaten, so he could only say regretfully: "Let's try riding the breeze first."
Duan Yu threw a mental technique into her arms, and Ye Qiao subconsciously hugged it.
"This is a mental method that can increase speed. Each direct descendant has a copy. Several of your other senior brothers have mastered it. They have taken the time to practice more in the past few days." Duan Yu glanced at her, obviously he had also heard about her time at the outer gate.
He behaved badly and threatened: "You will be randomly checked on your homework in three days. If you are slow then, just wait to be kicked by me."
Ye Qiao: "...kick?"
What kind of kicking method?
Soon she found out.
Because she was just starting out, Ye Qiao sat nearby and watched Mu Chongxi's daily sword training class, while Duan Yu chased him from behind like a cat playing with a mouse.
As soon as Mu Zhongxi slowed down, his butt would be kicked mercilessly.
Ye Qiao became green when she saw this scene.
His face turned green.
Although she likes to show off, she doesn't like to have her butt kicked.
…
In the next three days, Ye Qiao worked hard to memorize the general method of Duan Yu's attacks and dodge one step ahead to avoid being kicked in the butt continuously.
The advantage of Treading Qingfeng is that you can dodge faster when being kicked.
Mu Chongxi was obviously used to being kicked. He could even pull Ye Qiao while running.
The two of them were in tandem, and whoever slowed down a little would be kicked in the butt. No one wanted to suffer this humiliation that life could not bear, so they both started running forward desperately.
As a result, the two troubled brothers and sisters were beaten down at the beginning of their cultivation careers.
Mingxuan is a talisman cultivator and does not need to participate in such things. He even had the leisure to gloat about his misfortune while drawing the talisman.
Even Ye Qiao was ridiculed by this second senior brother who had a vicious tongue.
"Little potato landmine." He stretched out his hand to hold her head and said disgustedly: "Why do you look so good? Doesn't your family give you food?"
Ye Qiao: "..." Calm down.
Deep down in her heart, she began to crazily brainwash herself. I don’t get angry when others are angry. When I get angry, there is no one to take care of me. He is the one who personally taught me how awesome he is.
Today was the Heart Dharma class. Unfortunately, the elder who taught her the class was Elder Zhao, who was in the back mountain a few months ago and watched helplessly as she and Mu Chongxi smashed a big hole into the ground.
Perhaps because she offended the other party, she was asked to answer questions in every mental method class. Once she couldn't answer the question, what awaited Ye Qiao was the fate of cleaning the library.
This time is no exception.
In the middle of Elder Zhao's speech, Ye Qiao started not to understand. Seeing that he was thinking about asking questions to herself again, she followed the spirit of a dead Taoist friend but not a poor Taoist. In a hurry, she raised her hands from behind and shouted loudly
.
"Elder, senior brother Mingxuan said he knows this question!!"
Only then did Elder Zhao notice Ming Xuan sitting behind him, "Ming Xuan Hui? Come, you come and demonstrate it for the junior brothers and sisters."
"What." Mingxuan opened his eyes wide in confusion, then looked at the culprit, full of astonishment.
Seeing him standing up, Ye Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and smiled sweetly: "If you don't go to hell, who will? Second senior brother, you are the hope of the Changming Sect Fu Cultivator lineage. As the saying goes, those who can work hard,
Just work harder and work harder."
Senior brother is here to cheat.
She firmly believes in this truth.
It's not because he always calls himself Potato Mine.
To be honest, the mental method class committee was a bit boring, and Mingxuan didn't listen carefully. Anyway, since Ye Qiao arrived, Elder Zhao has been staring at her asking questions. Suddenly it was his turn, and he stood up with a confused look on his face.
He sat down in confusion.
As expected, he gave me a scolding.
Halfway through the class, Ye Qiao was holding her chin and feeling a little sleepy. She lowered her head slightly and started to fight because she couldn't hold her eyes.
Suddenly, Mingxuan's voice sounded softly: "Junior sister, get out of class is over."
Ye Qiao, who was half asleep, had already engraved the words 'get out of class is over' into her DNA. She stood up with a conditioned reflex, and the table was thrown away because of her excessive movement.
Ye Qiao subconsciously started to run to the cafeteria, but was grabbed by Ming Xuan.
Ye Qiao had a bad premonition, and sure enough, he turned around and found Xue Yu and the others sitting quietly. Where did the get out of class end?
Elder Zhao frowned: "Why are you standing up?"
"Oh." He sneered, "What? Are you dissatisfied with the way I teach? So you kicked the table out to add to the fun?"
Disrupting class can be a big or small thing.
So Ye Qiao was scolded by Elder Zhao and was punished to clean the library.
This is already the tenth time in a month that she has been punished to clean the library.
Ye Qiao was completely numb.
Ming Xuan was overjoyed. After she sat down, she smiled slowly and said: "The law of heaven is clear, retribution is not good, junior sister."
The words just fell.
"And you!"
"Mingxuan!!" Elder Zhao's angry voice sounded.
"You can't even learn such a simple question. You two should go clean the library together after class."
Mingxuan's smile gradually disappeared: "?"
Ye Qiao was originally holding a face, but now he also smiled, "The way of heaven is reincarnation, who can the heaven bypass, senior brother."
Come on, let's hurt each other.
Mingxuan: "..."
*
The books placed in the library pavilion are arranged in rows, divided into four floors. The first floor is for mental techniques, the second floor is for alchemy, the third floor is for talismans, and the fourth floor is for sword tactics. The entire orientation is rotating and hollow.
The faint blue formation emerges, giving people a sense of visual shock.
The steward sat on the chair and glanced at her, "Are you sweeping the floor again?"
This word ‘again’ is very soulful.
After taking Elder Zhao's mental method class, Ye Qiao was driven here to sweep the floor for more than ten days. Now she has rich experience in sweeping the floor.
However, Mingxuan had never done this kind of work before. He didn't want to move, and Ye Qiao kept sweeping around.
"Give it." She swept it with a broom and said in an angry voice.
Mingxuan: "..."
He held back his anger and moved his feet silently.
"I am the only talisman cultivator in the Changming clan." Mingxuan reiterated his identity: "And I am still your second senior brother."
Doesn't she know how to respect her senior brother?
Ye Qiao held the broom in his arm and clapped when he saw this: "Oh. Amazing."
"That's amazing." His tone was perfunctory and awkward.
Mingxuan felt that she was mocking him.
Neither of them wants to sweep at the moment. They both think, "Why doesn't he/she?" and are wasting their time doing this.
The steward snorted when he saw it, "You won't be allowed to eat until you finish sweeping."
Ye Qiao opened his dead eyes: "..."
Time passed minute by minute, and finally Mingxuan couldn't bear it any longer. He said, "I'm hungry."
When he said this, Ye Qiao was silent for a few seconds, then realized, "I'm hungry too."
Mingxuan cleared his throat, "How about we sweep faster?"
Ye Qiao: "Okay."
The two people who had been quarreling before reached a consensus in an instant, took the broom and started sweeping wildly.
Prepare to finish early and go to the cafeteria early to cook.
The two of them stepped on the breeze and moved very quickly. They held two brooms in each hand and jumped up and down, causing dust to fly in an instant.
The steward who was reading a book coughed due to the dust kicked up. When he looked up, he saw that the previously lazy people were now holding two brooms, jumping up and down like giant mantises with claws and fangs.
The corner of his mouth twitched sharply.
These two mallets.
After a perfunctory sweep, the two of them hurried straight to the canteen.
The steward, who was left messy in the wind, dropped his book speechlessly and shouted towards the deserted place, "Is this little girl the good seedling you said?"
A good seed? He thought she was reincarnated as a starving ghost.
Duan Yu walked out of the darkness, obviously having a clear view of what the two had just done. He touched his chin and said, "She has a very good memory."
Not very good.
It can be called a photographic memory.
Even Mu Zhongxi, who was gifted with a sword, spent more than ten days practicing the mental technique of Ta Qingfeng.
As a result, Ye Qiao understood everything in just three days.
Duan Yu then made a suggestion to Elder Zhao, thinking that it would be better to let her scan the library more and read more books, otherwise wouldn't such talent be wasted?
In the end, this girl was lucky. She ran away after scanning and never thought of taking a look at the books in the library.
The steward snorted, "If she really has a photographic memory, how come she is so mediocre in every external examination?"
The assessment of swordsmanship is nothing more than mastery and familiarity with the sword.
"If she really had a photographic memory, she would be able to memorize the sword techniques in two months. How could she have such poor grades?"
This is indeed a puzzling question.
Duan Yu stopped talking. Could it be that there was something wrong with his judgment?
Maybe that girl was able to learn to walk on the breeze in a short period of time just because she was lucky?