That's right, the disciple they escorted this time was none other than Wei Zhiming.
This person, Tang Ling, said he was unfamiliar, but he couldn't even be called unfamiliar, and he said he was familiar, but he couldn't be called familiar.
Although the two of them had supported each other through several levels in the new disciple competition seven years ago, and Tang Ling was very happy when he heard that he had passed the exam, but for some reason, he had been alienated from him since then.
Less.
Even in the dining hall, when I see myself, I always take a detour, and I am no longer as willing to share a table together as before.
But by that time, Tang Ling had already won the respect of some people because of his performance in the assessment, and with the company of Zhao Baoshan, Lu Ren and Yuan Yulang, he was no longer alone.
"Originally, Elder Tai was very optimistic about him and wanted to accept him as his disciple. However, after the newcomer's assessment, he never mentioned it again."
"I would say that he is a weirdo. He looks at people with a look that makes people panic. Elder Blacksmith must have discovered his weirdness and was unwilling to accept him as a disciple."
This is what Tang Ling accidentally heard from a disciple nearby.
No wonder Tang Ling didn't think much of it, because everyone has their own personality, but she could clearly feel that Wei Zhiming was no less ostracized than herself.
And this exclusion has risen to the level of elders.
However, even though Forging Mo confiscated him as his disciple, Wei Zhiming still relied on his outstanding forging talent to win the opportunity to participate in the weapon refining competition.
Except for Wei Zhiming, the other two disciples are old disciples who have been practicing in the Weapon Refining Sect for many years.
It can be seen that the vision of forging ink at the beginning was correct.
Wei Zhiming is outstanding enough, but he is also very unsociable.
After walking together for a month after going down the mountain, Tang Ling found that the two people he followed were two extremes.
Yuan Yulang kept talking, while Wei Zhiming kept silent.
Tang Ling thought to himself that although he didn't like to talk back then, he didn't seem to be so boring, and he often even made people forget his existence.
"Go out and sit for a while?"
Tang Ling took the initiative to break the silence.
Wei Zhiming nodded.
So the two poor people, who in Yuan Yulang's eyes were "unable to find anything", chose the seat at the far side of the first floor with the worst view. They didn't order anything and just drank in the free tea provided.
"Where are the Yuan Yulang people?"
Tang Ling took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, while watching the performance on the stage, looking for something to say.
"Sleep." Wei Zhiming said concisely and concisely.
Tang Ling nodded and looked at the sky outside the window.
At this point, it is indeed time to sleep.
After this guy came out, he basically went to bed as soon as it got dark, and after getting up early, he went out to eat, drink and have fun full of energy.
Tang Ling sometimes even wondered if it was because of the lectures he gave him during the assessment that he had a profound enlightenment. That's why this child is so free now. Even in the sect, the number of times he stays up all night to practice is very rare. p>
In fact, the experience of going down the mountain does not mean just walking around and enjoying the mountains and rivers.
The Lingxian Sect usually distributes appropriate spiritual stones and human money to the disciples who go down the mountain for the trial. However, in order to prevent the disciples from squandering the money and returning without any trial, they usually give everyone mandatory orders.
Before going down the mountain, the disciple went to the Consul Hall to receive some of the tasks under the mountain.
If you do not want to accept the task, you can use the number of times you kill monsters as compensation.
Of course, the number of times you need to eliminate it also depends on the size of the monster.
Generally, getting rid of one big demon can be worth several small demons.
If those who fail to complete these tasks will be severely punished based on the specific circumstances and reasons, if they fail to complete them intentionally, they will be directly expelled from the mountain gate and will not be allowed to enter the Lingxian Sect again for life.
The Lingxian Sect has a great reputation in the lower world. Generally speaking, it is even more difficult for the misbehaving disciples who have been expelled from the sect to rejoin other sects.
Tang Ling knew in her heart that although she was escorting Wei Zhiming on the surface this time, she was actually being driven out for a trial.
So before going down the mountain, she received the appropriate mission and planned to try to eliminate a few more monsters.
However, Yuan Yulang has not received a single mission. It seems that he plans to completely eliminate monsters for a living.
But after walking down the mountain for a month, Tang Ling didn't see any intention of finding monsters to expel from him. Instead, he planned his own route and went where he wanted.
Of course, before he safely sent Wei Zhiming to Zhenchao Pass to participate in the competition, Tang Ling was afraid that something would happen to him, so he just let it go and let nature take its course.
"This Zhenchao Pass doesn't seem to have anything unique. Why do people have to be called here every time for the weapon refining conference?"
Tang Ling said again.
This time, Wei Zhiming remained silent for a longer time, seeming to be thinking, but in the end he said: "I don't know."
Tang Ling nodded. He had long been accustomed to his concise and to the point words, which were the same as Yuan Yulang's work and rest schedule.
The two of them were silent for a while, looking at the scene on the stage and listening to the noise around them, which seemed particularly harmonious.
The waiter came to refill the tea. Tang Qingqin was impressed by Yunlaiju's considerate service and how diligently he provided free tea. He picked up the tea cup and called to the waiter who was about to leave.
"What time does such a big restaurant usually close at night?"
"It also depends on the number of customers. It is summer now and the days are longer. Around midnight, when the customers are almost gone, we will close up."
"The opera singers here are pretty good, are they from the building?"
"There are fewer and fewer opera singers in the building who have spent money to find them in recent years. They are all old opera performers and some low-life characters. It is rare for them to catch your eye."
With that said, the opera on the stage has come to an end, and the waiter seized the opportunity and said: "Sir, if you two want to listen to some opera, you can order it. If you don't want to listen to the opera, we also have a storyteller here who can tell any kind of story.
Yes."
"Do I need money to order these things?" I can't help it, I'm short of money.
"Yes." The waiter said, "An opera ranges from a few taels to dozens of taels. The most expensive one is a hundred taels, and the cheapest is six taels. It depends on what play you order and whether there are famous actors."<
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"Oh." Tang Ling pretended to be calm and nodded, but in fact, his heart was roaring.
When she was in the Tang Mansion, Yao Yao helped pay for the money, so she had no idea. But since arriving at the Lingxian Sect, she has to learn to be careful about all expenses.
All she spent was ordinary money. Although the Tang family was rich, she was in such a hurry when she came down the mountain that she didn't have time to see Tang Linfeng and Liu Ru.
Lu Qingfeng said that the place was secretive and for fear of leaking the traces, the meeting time was fixed, so there was no time to... ask for money.
So I could only search for the little money given by Lingxian Sect and the little money I had saved at Lingxian Sect.
I didn’t save much spiritual stone in the Lingxian Sect, let alone the money that was rarely used in the sect.
She occasionally goes down the mountain to buy a steamed bun for only two cents. One tael of silver can buy a hundred steamed buns.
She couldn't watch several operas.
Just as Tang Ling was about to wave his hand, he heard Wei Zhiming beside him say: "How do you calculate storytelling?"
"Listening to books is cheaper," the waiter said, "but it depends on which storyteller is hired, usually ranging from a few taels to dozens of taels."
"Then please ask the cheapest gentleman to tell us about Zhenchao Pass." Wei Zhiming said.
"Um...what exactly do you want to hear about Zhenchao Guan?"
"Tell me why this weapon refining competition should be held at Zhenchao Pass."