Pei Jing was chased and beaten by Elder Lou last time, and he ran around all 108 peaks of Yunxiao, which could be a psychological trauma. Now he went back with a broken brain - was he in a hurry to give up a double kill
But he was still a kind-hearted person. After all, Chen Xu came with him, so he couldn't just leave him alone. So after jumping down from the window of Tiange, Pei Jing didn't go far, and sat down in the Consulate Hall in front of the Zang. He used magic to slightly change his appearance, sat in the corner, and picked up a book to read.
The consulate building is where sect disciples are assigned tasks and exchanged for spirit stones.
Pei Jing had never been here. After all, he was accepted as a disciple by the headmaster when he was born and lived in Tianqian Peak for a long time. He spent most of his time practicing. Except for the time when he went to Jingtianyuan, the only people he could see on weekdays were his master and Chen Xu. It was really poor and pitiful.
I looked through the tasks in the Consulate Building. The tasks were very simple for disciples in the Qi Refining and Foundation Building stages. They were to hunt monsters or collect spiritual herbs. Ten spirit stones were required for each task. It was quite cost-effective to take some time to do it for a new disciple who had just entered the Immortal Sect and was penniless.
Just as he was thinking, Pei Jing saw several new disciples coming in groups. They were called new disciples because Pei Jing was familiar with them and should have seen them during the selection yesterday.
The three of them put on Yunxiao's Taoist robes, white with blue edges and silver belts fluttering, and they seemed to have more momentum when they walked. They lined up at the end of the team, waiting to receive tasks, chatting and laughing.
The man in the front was a round-eyed boy with a kind and friendly smile. He turned around and whispered, "There is a rumor. I heard from someone that yesterday's selection was not simple. Several senior brothers and sisters from the inner peak were watching and planned to select ten disciples from among us to enter the inner peak directly."
The last person was stunned: "Really?"
The predecessor said: "It is absolutely true. Didn't you notice that there are fewer people? They just entered the inner peak. I would say they are really lucky. According to Yunxiao's previous system, entering the inner peak is harder than ascending to heaven."
The third person laughed: "It's not that exaggerated."
The young man in the front shook his head and sighed, "It's not an exaggeration. Let me calculate for you. Only the upper-level disciples of the outer peak are qualified to enter the middle peak. And to become an upper-level disciple of the outer peak, you must be among the top 100 in the outer peak's competition every five years. After entering the top 100, you must pass the assessment of the inner peak elders. Only if the elders like you can enter. If they don't like you, there may be no one out of a hundred who can enter. Like last time, no one was able to enter the inner peak."
After hearing what the round-eyed boy said, the other two looked shocked and took a breath.
After a moment, someone sighed: "This is just the Yunxiao Sect, and the competition is so fierce. Among the countless people in the Canghua Continent, when will our generation be able to stand out?"
The round-eyed boy smiled carefreely and said, "There is a way to stand out."
He pointed to the south of the sky and looked out the window of the consulate building. There was a strange mountain that soared into the clouds. It was not in the clouds, but it was taller and more majestic than any peak in the clouds. It stood in the center of Canghua Continent and was admired by hundreds of millions of cultivators. It was called Wentian.
"That is the Heaven-asking Peak, the best peak in the world. A Heaven-asking Test is held every five hundred years. If you can leave your name on the Heaven-asking List, then everyone in the entire cultivation world, let alone the Yunxiao Sect, will know you."
The remaining two people took a deep breath, their eyes burning. They spoke in a moderate voice, and the newly initiated monks in the queue and sitting next to them all leaned over to listen. Even some of the senior brothers and sisters who had entered earlier secretly cast their eyes over. They understood, but it was another matter when they heard others talk about it. They all lowered their heads and laughed, laughing at them for not knowing how high the sky was and how deep the earth was.
However, he immediately heard the round-eyed young man smiling and saying, "It is more than ten thousand times more difficult to leave a name on the Heavenly Questioning List than to enter the Inner Peak. Do you know who are the people on the Heavenly Questioning List?"
The two shook their heads and asked, "Which people?"
The round-eyed boy paused, his face turned serious: "The blood pond gave birth to green flowers, the white bones turned into blue butterflies, the relics of Buddha's heart and Phoenix eyes, a sword pierced the frost and reached the Wuwang Peak. You may not have heard this, but as a Canghua person, I have heard it since I was a child. There is a mystery hidden in the words, including the five people in the world who were decided in the last Asking the Heaven Test."
The new disciple pricked up his ears and listened.
The senior brothers and sisters shook their heads and laughed.
The two people who were traveling with him said, "Tell us all about this."
The young man smiled slowly and said slowly: "The blood pond gave birth to green flowers. This is about the fifth on the Heaven Questioning Ranking, the Fusang Fairy Yu Qinglian from Penglai Island. She is the daughter of the Penglai Island Lord. She became an infant at the age of 100. She hates evil and once killed all the Penglai demon cultivators with a whip, turning the spiritual channel into a blood pond, hence the name."
"And the white bones that turned into blue butterflies were the fourth person in Wentian, the young master of the ghost den, Ji Wuduan. Ghosts practiced corpse cultivation and controlled ghost energy. It is said that Ji Wuduan could kill a living person instantly with a single finger, and turn a dead person into ashes in an instant. And the ashes flew in the air, lifelike like blue butterflies, with a ghostly and unusual appearance, so this name came from.
As he spoke, he used his fingers to make a fluttering butterfly movement. The round-eyed boy's words attracted attention, and the noisy Consulate gradually became quiet. The top five masters on the Heavenly Questioning Ranking were so distant and mysterious. They were just dust and ants now, while that group of men and women had already stood at the top of the cultivation world and became legends that countless cultivators looked up to.
The young man in the green robe continued: "The third on the Heavenly Questioning Ranking is the Relic Buddha Heart, who is the leader of Buddhist practitioners in the world, Master Wusheng of the Buddhist sect. Master Wusheng is extremely compassionate and was born as a Buddha, with the relic as his heart. With one man and one staff, he leveled the Cannibal Valley and saved thousands of souls. He became famous in one battle."
"Phoenix Eyes, second on the Heavenly Questioning Ranking, the new emperor of the demon race, Feng Jin. Feng Jin's original form is the ancient mythical beast Phoenix, and now he is in the 100th Nirvana. His eyes are shining red gold, and they are filled with three thousand karmic fires. No one in the world dares to look at him. When he was born, hundreds of birds sang and thousands of beasts lay still. He has attracted worldwide attention without any achievements."
The round-eyed young man sneered and said with a smile: "When the Phoenix Emperor was born, the demon clan made a bold statement, saying that in 500 years, the first place in the Heaven Test would be won. But no one expected that Brother Pei would show up halfway through."
The young men who had just entered the sect were concentrating their attention and waiting anxiously for the first person. When they heard the word "senior brother", their brains froze and they were all excited. They looked at each other in surprise and said, "The first place in the heavenly test is my disciple Yunxiao!
It is true that Yunxiao Sect is a holy land for sword cultivation, but the Heaven Test is a test for all the heroes in the world. The world of cultivation is vast and boundless, from Penglai on the sea, to the ghosts in the underworld, and even the Buddhist demons, all over the world, no sect is simple. And the first place is his Yunxiao disciple! What an honor! What a pride!
The senior brothers and sisters shook their heads and sighed, turning a page of the book. Looking at this group of young people, it was as if they saw themselves back then. However, Yunxiao and Pei Yuzhi were also an indelible impression on the world.
The round-eyed young man's eyes sparkled, and his tone was also a little excited, unable to hide his admiration and respect, he said: "Yes! Number one in the Heavenly Test! One sword soars through the frost of Wuwang Peak! I'm talking about my Yunxiao Inner Peak, the headmaster's direct disciple - Pei Yuzhi! Senior Brother Pei!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
This ballad consists of only thirty-four words, yet it fully expresses the lifelong pursuit of all monks in the world.
One of them tilted his head and laughed, "Then I can call the best in the world my senior brother. It will be very prestigious if I tell others about it!"
The round-eyed young man poured cold water on him, saying, "You have to see Senior Brother Pei too. We are disciples from the outer peaks. It is not easy to see a senior brother from the inner peaks on weekdays. What's more, it is Senior Brother Pei who is taught by the head of the sect himself!"
His cold water immediately extinguished the enthusiasm of the two. He shook his head in dismay. Yes, they were the chosen ones in the eyes of outsiders, but in Yunxiao, they were just the lowest level outer peak disciples. It was a long way to go before they could build their foundation. How could they dare to hope to meet those legendary figures
From the moment Pei Jing started talking, he lost the mood to read anymore.
He has always been highly praised, and he has heard so many compliments of this kind that he has become numb to them.
What moved him was the fresh and energetic spirit of these three young men.
In the vast world of cultivation, everyone has such a pure heart at the beginning. However, after encountering many difficulties and hardships, there are not many people who can stick to their original intentions. Every time Yunxiao is infused with new blood, he will hear similar speeches. For dreams, for strength, for the future. Young people are like a blank sheet of paper, with endless enthusiasm.
So when they saw this, they both felt the same sense of loss.
Pei Jing smiled, pointed at the table, and said, "If you want to see Pei Yuzhi, then go to the inner peak."
The young people's voices are as clear as water and as gentle as the wind.
The three of them turned their eyes in unison.
They saw a monk in white clothes in the corner. He looked ordinary, but his smile gave people a very different feeling. The three of them stood up straight involuntarily, because they knew that this must be the senior brother from the inner peak.
Pei Jing looked the three of them up and down and said, "You three are no more than sixty years old in total, what are you afraid of?"
Speaking of this, he thought of Chu Junyu, the cold and lonely genius boy on the broken bridge in the snow.
When asked what he thought of Pei Yuzhi, he was speechless with a "nothing". Pei Jing cursed the brat in his heart. Now thinking back, he couldn't help but smile. He actually admired him very much.
Pei Jing said to the three young men, "If you work hard, you may surpass Pei Yuzhi in the future."
He was genuinely encouraging.
But the three boys didn't dare to accept this encouragement. They shook their heads and said with great fear: "Thank you for your advice, Senior Brother, but forget about surpassing Senior Brother Pei. It's probably impossible in this lifetime."
At the same time, some of the older Yunxiao disciples who had been silent could no longer bear it and spoke out sarcastically, "Surpassing Senior Brother Pei is so easy to say, why don't you try it yourself?"
Pei Jing replied casually: "How do you know that I can't beat him?"
The man looked like he had heard a huge joke, his eyes full of mockery: "Okay, I'll wait for your name to be on the Heavenly Ranking."
Pei Jing smiled and said, "Okay, see you at the top of the Heavenly Ranking."
"... ..."
Everyone was frightened by his outrageous words. Now it was confirmed that he was a madman.
The round-eyed boy was a man with high emotional intelligence. Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, he quickly changed the subject: "Hey, why are you going off topic? I haven't finished talking just now. I introduced the first four people, but I haven't even mentioned the origin of the name Brother Pei."
The other two reacted and said quickly: "Yes, yes, we also want to know the origin of this sword Lingshuang Wuwang Peak."
Many people in the consular hall were interested in this, holding their breath, and fell silent instantly. Only the young man's clear voice spoke slowly, with an expression of endless admiration: "This happened four hundred years ago."
Four hundred years ago, there was a plague in Li country, and the land was full of starving people and floating corpses. Pei Yuzhi was traveling around the world at that time, and was attracted by the plague. Seeing the miserable situation in the world, he was shocked and suspicious, so he went into the city to investigate. Unexpectedly, it was Wuwangfeng who was behind it.
The Fourteen States of Yunzhong on the Wuwang Peak was also a world-famous sect at that time. Unexpectedly, the sect's number one Nascent Soul ancestor was attacked by his inner demon when he was transcending the tribulation and became a monster that wanted to eat people.
Even with the combined strength of the entire sect, they were no match for the powerful Yuanying Great Perfection. After a fierce battle, everyone on Wuwang Peak was possessed by their minds and turned into demons, helping the ancestor to burn, kill, and loot, leading to the tragedy of Liguo.
The people of Yunzhong City at the foot of Wuwang Peak all remember that day.
In the dark and dark Fourteen States, a young man in white appeared in front of the palace gate, with a righteous spirit that dispelled the gloom. Amid the trembling questioning of the demon cultivator, he held an ice-blue sword in his hand, smiled at the corner of his lips, and said: "Oh, I'm here to kill people."
To kill people.
One man and one sword, he slaughtered all the demon cultivators. That day, blood flowed like a river in Yunzhong City, and bones were scattered everywhere. Screams and cries continued all night. In the chaos, the young man in white put away his sword, turned around, and walked down the stairs.
At this time, it suddenly started snowing in bright white flakes.
After the whistling, there was a vast expanse of white, suppressing all the dark and bloody crimes in the fourteen states.
Covered in silver, holy and pure white.
The people in the clouds, who were being bullied, stood at the foot of the mountain.
Watching the young man with a blood-stained sword walking towards him in the snow.
The sky was blue-gray, the palace gate was blood-red, and he had black hair and white clothes, looking extremely handsome. A snowflake fell between his eyebrows, but it did not melt. He looked like a god.
The people in the clouds were filled with tears and knelt down together.
One sword destroys the world, and the sky and earth become vast.
The name of this sword Lingshuang Wuwangfeng spread.
Pei Jing stood aside, listening to the legend about himself.
He himself could not remember some of the key points, but people told him everything and even glorified him, making him look like a god descending from heaven.
If Chen Xu heard this, he would probably be so angry that he would die.
When Chen Xu came over, almost everyone in the Consular Hall had left.
Unlike what Pei Jing thought, Chen Xu was not beaten black and blue. Except for his sour complexion, everything else was normal. Pei Jing circled around him for a long time, and then concluded: "Elder Lou is targeting me. Last time he beat me up, I was afraid to see anyone for several days, but how come you didn't get hurt at all?"
Chen Xu was about to punch him.
Pei Jing laughed so hard that he dodged and asked, "How did he make things difficult for you?"
Chen Xu glared at him fiercely: "Why is he trying to make things difficult for me? You are the one who did it. Elder Lou knows it too. Just wait and see."
Pei Jing: "So you kept me waiting for so long, were you hiding to read a book?"
Chen Xu looked ferocious, "Bullshit! Just because I covered for you, Elder Lou punished me by making me copy a whole book of rules! If you mess around with me again next time, I'll kill myself first."
Pei Jing laughed unkindly, and immediately covered his mouth again. He stood up from his seat, put his arm around Chen Xu's shoulders, and pushed him out angrily: "What's the point of making such a fuss? It's because there are few people in the Consulate Hall now and no one knows you, otherwise you would have lost all your face." Chen Xu sneered: "When will you, Pei Yuzhi, save face?"
Pei Jing continued: "Okay, but I don't want face, but you do."
After leaving the consulate hall, the moonlight was bright, and Pei Jing realized that it was already night. He gloated that the book Chen Xu copied must be quite thick. Of course, he didn't dare to say this to anyone.
Pei Jing sat in the Consulate Hall for an entire afternoon. It was not without gain. Ever since he got the advice in Tiange, he had been thinking about how to enter the world. The three young men just now gave him new ideas.
On the way back to Tianqian Peak on the sword, Pei Jing suddenly stopped, which scared Chen Xu.
Chen Xu was now worried that he would do something weird again, and he was exhausted: "Ancestor, please, go back."
Pei Jing said hypocritically: "Oh, I'm so embarrassed to call you my ancestor now."
Chen Xu only hated his own cultivation level, which was not enough to defeat him: "What are you going to do?!"
Pei Jing suddenly became serious. The casual smile on his face disappeared and his eyes became alert. "I have a brilliant idea. About entering the world."
Chen Xu said cautiously: "Speak."
"What Master wants is for me to open my mind to emotions and desires and go down to earth to walk around. And just like what the senior in Tiange said, where there are people is earth. What do you think about me starting over?"
"What do you mean, start all over again?"
"It means re-entering the world of cultivation, hiding my cultivation and becoming an outer peak disciple. By abandoning my identity as a genius, I may be able to comprehend something that I never cared about before."
Chen Xu knew that he was serious and not just joking.
Pei Jing smiled in the light clouds and moon, his sleeves flowing in the wind, his temperament extraordinary: "What do you think?"
Chen Xu seldom worried about his affairs. They grew up together and he knew Pei Jing. Once he made a decision, he would not change it easily.
After a moment of silence, he said, "You can try it, but you should be more cautious when you are outside the peak."
Pei Jing clapped his hands and smiled: "Of course. After all, I am now considered half the leader of Yunxiao Sect."
Chen Xu frowned: "You still remember your identity."
Pei Jing joined the outer peak, in addition to the so-called return to nature, he had other ideas.
The first is the protagonist. According to the plot, within a year the protagonist will accidentally enter Yunxiao and become a disciple of the outer peak. The various bullying and insults he suffered in the outer peak are an important fuse for Ji Wuyou's blackening.
Now he has infiltrated the outer peak and is secretly protecting Ji Wuyou, preventing those brainless cannon fodder from taking advantage of any opportunity and nipping any signs of evil in the bud.
The second one is Chu Junyu. Pei Jing didn't know where the terrifying darkness in Chu Junyu's bones came from, but the bloody aura seemed to be rooted in his soul. He was relieved to let such a person stay in the sect and supervise him personally. Moreover, he had a deep interest in Chu Junyu. If this young man could abandon the killing in his blood, he would definitely become a new miracle in Yunxiao.
Pei Jing shrank his frame, turned into a young boy, and changed his clothes. A clean brown short coat and black shoes. His hair also became short, so short that it could be tied into a small bunch with a knot of grass. He grinned at the mirror, the young man had clear eyebrows and eyes, and looked heroic.
Chen Xuxin reluctantly led him to the outermost peak, sat on the cloud crane, and warned him repeatedly: "Don't lose your temper. If you flatten the outer peak with your sword, I will suffer with you."
The young boy Pei Jing swung his feet in the air. It had been a long time since he learned to fly with a sword. He pulled the feathers of the crane with his hands. It was soft and quite comfortable. He immediately became interested and pulled a feather: "I'm not such a hot-tempered person."
Chen Xu believed that there was something fishy going on: "Don't be willful. Thank you first."
Pei Jing grabbed a handful of bird feathers: "Okay."
Sending him to the outermost Yinghui Peak, Chen Xu looked down at him and said, "The outer peaks are not as good as Jingtian Courtyard, you can't mess around with them. Remember, don't mess around." Chen Xu was speechless: "I am worried about you as much as I worry about my son."
"Come on, you called me ancestor yesterday." Pei Jing finally grabbed a handful of bird feathers, jumped off the cloud crane, and urged him to leave: "Go back to your Wenqing Peak quickly. If someone sees me, they will think I have a backer. How can I fit in?"
Chen Xu: "..." Go away. He and the crane under his feet were the same, neither of them wanted to stay here for another minute.
I just hope Pei Jing can stay in the outer peak for a hundred or eighty years and never go back to harm them in this life.
It was Pei Jing's first time to visit Yinghui Peak. The land was very large and there were many trees, so he almost got lost. He asked a female cultivator on the way to find the direction. Most of the outer peak disciples had just started practicing Qi and knew only a little about everything. Therefore, Yunxiao arranged courses in the first year, about the cultivation system, Dantian sea of consciousness, formations and elixirs, etc., and required these disciples to attend on time.
New disciples usually have little freedom in their first year at Yunxiao. The rules are strict, and the time to get up, go to bed, and practice are clearly stipulated. Even if you want to be lazy, you can't do that.
Pei Jing didn't care about these things. He had survived the more perverted requirements in Jingtian Academy. As the chief disciple of Yunxiao, he would not be afraid of the rules of a mere outer peak.
The main hall of Yinghui Peak.
More than two hundred people were standing in neat rows in the huge house, including new disciples, stewards, and sword-fighting masters.
Standing in the center of the main hall was a yellow-robed monk with the cultivation base of the early Golden Core stage. He was tall and thin, and looked middle-aged.
It was none other than the master of Yinghui Peak—Taoist Huang Fu.
Taoist Huang Fu put his hands behind his back and said in a serious tone, "Your senior brother just read all the rules to you. You must remember every word and every rule carefully and never break them. Do you understand?"
The young men, dressed in white and blue, said in a loud voice: "Understood!"
Taoist Huang Fu nodded with satisfaction: "Okay. Now I will tell you what you need to do during your year at Yinghui Peak..."
Pei Jing arrived later, and the female cultivators waiting at the entrance of the palace grabbed his collar and refused to let him in. He was able to sneak in only because he relied on his current appearance, found a sedan chair, and acted pitifully.
He cut in line and asked the disciple next to him, "Where are we at now?"
The disciple next to him whispered, "It's almost time to assign rooms."
Pei Jing: “Oh.”
The accommodation conditions at Yinghui Peak vary. Generally speaking, they can be divided into four levels: Tiandi Xuanhuang. Tianzhongtian is the best. It is said to be a blessed place, comparable to the inner peak. Huangzhonghuang is the worst. It is a small courtyard similar to human habitation. The place is remote and the spiritual power is poor, almost non-existent. Taoist Huang Fu concealed this matter and only said vaguely: "For the sake of fairness, we draw lots to choose where to live. Some places have poor spiritual power, some places have good spiritual power, everything depends on fate. Today, you must understand that in the world of cultivation, luck is also a part of strength."
The disciples said in unison: "Understood."
The steward held a box and walked towards the crowd, asking them to draw lots. Everyone was still a little timid, pushing and shoving, shouting "You go first, you go first". After all, no one wanted to be the one with the worst luck, first of all, it would be embarrassing.
Taoist Huang Fu looked at it, frowned and said, "If you continue like this, just sleep on the ground."
As soon as he said this, the young men in the hall reached into the box in dismay. After they took out the note, they all looked at it quietly, for fear that others would know.
Pei Jing felt that it was totally unnecessary. He had mysterious confidence in his luck. He just needed to catch it. After all, it would be a Heavenly Rank one.
Pei Jing took out a small note and opened it, and was dumbfounded. What was going on
There was a yellow word on it, but behind the yellow word, a set of Yunxiao entry-level mental methods were densely written in brown font. The words were crooked, as if they had been chewed by a dog, and it gave Pei Jing a headache.
The monk next to him found a good room and was overjoyed. He asked around and asked Pei Jing: "Hey, hey, hey, what are you?"
Pei Jing curled the corner of his mouth and spread out the paper in his hand to show him.
The male cultivator was also dumbfounded: "Why are ours different?" He took out his own note. On the clean white paper, there was only one clear word "地".
Pei Jing: “…I don’t know.”
What the hell. It was just a set of basic mental skills that he had practiced since he was two years old. The handwriting was so eye-catching. Pei Jing, who had just discovered his own non-African nature for the first time in his life, tore the paper silently. He tore it into strips and blew them for fun.
"I guess they're all done smoking."
Taoist Huang Fu spoke again at this time. He said: "This is your first competition in Yunxiao. The competition is not about strength, but luck. The world of cultivation is so cruel and ruthless. Luck is crucial to all cultivators. Some of you have chosen the Tianzi Room and Dizi Room, which is already a step ahead of others, but you should not be too proud and neglectful. And those who have drawn the other rooms should not be discouraged, because you must know that God rewards hard work."
It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, but once he said that, the young man in the hall who drew the yellow character was so aggrieved that he was about to cry.
In an instant, some were happy and some were sad, and sighs echoed throughout the hall.
Only Pei Jing seemed very different. He was too lazy to think about the accommodation problem and continued to tear his note, tearing it thinner and thinner. He had already reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core and was only one step away from the Nascent Soul. What else could he ask for in terms of spiritual power? Anyway, being happy now was all that mattered.
Taoist Huang Fu waited for them to sigh for a long time, then suddenly smiled in a profound manner: "Are you done sighing? Now I have good news for you."
What?!
Everyone perked up instantly.
Taoist Huang Fu said meaningfully: "This is the second lesson I will teach you today. What is the meaning of fortune and misfortune? Sometimes fate is just like that. There is a room on Yinghui Peak, which can be said to be top-notch. Although the spiritual power is not as good as Wenqing Peak and Tianqian Peak, it is still comparable to other inner peaks. I did not write the word "Tian" on this room, I wrote the word "Huang" - this is the surprise and unexpectedness of life!"
The young men who had been wailing suddenly cheered, their eyes wide open with bright eyes.
Only Pei Jing stopped tearing the paper and had a bad feeling.
Then I heard Taoist Huang Fu say, "That is not an ordinary piece of yellow paper. I spent a lot of effort to write Yun Xiao's entry-level mental method on it with my own hands. Only inner peak disciples can have that kind of thing. Now I give it to the son of luck for free. The room corresponding to that piece of yellow paper is the best one. Now, whoever draws that piece of paper, stand up and let everyone see it."
Pei Jing: “…”
He knew he couldn't be that stubborn. As expected, he was the chosen one, the lucky one.
But now the lucky guy can't be happy anymore.
Everyone was whispering, asking who was who, looking around, and finally everyone's eyes fell on Pei Jing, as if frozen, with a look of horror. Taoist Huang Fu came over happily, but when he saw what Pei Jing was holding, his smile froze on his face.
The paper on which the Peak Master had painstakingly written his secret techniques stroke by stroke shredded into pieces in his hands.
Pei Jing raised his hand silently, "Elder, I think I can explain."
The answer given by Taoist Huang Fu was within his expectations.
No need to explain.
—The young boy has personality. Go to Huang Zhonghuang’s room and hone his character.
Pei Jing was simply using a living person as an example to show a group of new disciples what the real ups and downs of life are.
Pei Jing followed a group of young men to the Internal Affairs Office and received some bedding, pillows and clothes. The worst room in Yinghui Peak was actually well decorated, after all, the Yunxiao Sect was a big sect and not short of money. It was a small courtyard, far away from the main hall, in front of the spiritual garden in the back mountain. There was a peach tree at the door, and bamboo, pomegranates and banana trees were planted in the courtyard. The courtyard was well decorated, but it was useless. After walking in, Pei Jing sighed that the lack of spiritual power really did not deceive him - this was not just poor, there was not a trace of element at all.
He walked in holding the quilt. There were four small rooms in the yard. The other three people were crying and gasping for breath, and they moved in one by one. Pei Jing felt that he was the one who needed comfort the most.
After making the bed, he remembered that he had forgotten to pay attention to where Chu Junyu was.
This won't work.
Pei Jing jumped off the bed and quickly put on his shoes, thinking that he had to go find Chu Junyu.
But Yinghui Peak is really big and the road is really annoying.
He wandered around for a long time but couldn't find it, and in the end he even got himself lost.
Pei Jing suppressed his cultivation to the initial stage of Qi Refining. He couldn't even use Qi to fly in the air, let alone fly with a sword.
He could only flutter around like a headless fly.
However, he had absolute confidence in his luck and believed that he could get out by just bumping into things.
Bump, bump.
It's almost dark.
It really helped him find a way out.
No, he really bumped into a few people.
Pei Jing wanted to go up and ask for directions, but he stopped when he saw those people acting suspiciously. Those four people were new disciples like him, and they had stood together in the main hall this morning. Now they all had weapons in their hands, sacks, sticks, and looked like they were going to fight. Disciples in the early stages of Qi training were actually no different from ordinary people, except that they were a little stronger.
Pei Jing stood on tiptoe and grabbed a branch, then swung himself up nimbly. After sitting firmly on the branch, he tore off a leaf and chewed it. Let's see what they are going to do. The sound of the four teenagers talking and communicating reached Pei Jing's ears.
"Is everything ready?"
"Um."
"That's fine. I'll steal his jade pendant and throw it into the well. He'll definitely pick it up. We'll wait for him to come out, put him in a sack and beat him up while he's not paying attention. He doesn't know who we are anyway, so he can only blame himself for his bad luck."
"Humph! After all that beating, that kid still got away with it. After that, throw him into the well and let him starve for a night. That will be considered revenge for Brother Yuan."
Pei Jing felt like he was watching a fight between two little brats. He felt that the junior disciples were getting more and more aggressive. It was just a short selection, and they only spent a few days together. How could they have any hatred or grudges? He jumped down from the tree and planned to follow and watch.
Walking in, I heard the four people talking intermittently.
"When he didn't speak, I felt something was wrong. Sure enough, he is not a good person."
"I watched Brother Yuan fall from the suspension bridge with my own eyes. If Chu Junyu had just tilted his umbrella or given him a little help, Brother Yuan would have been able to stay. But Chu was so cold-hearted that he ignored him and ruined Brother Yuan's lifelong hopes!"
"Beat him up today to vent Brother Yuan's anger."
"right!"
After Pei Jing heard it clearly, he almost swallowed the leaf and coughed violently.
Brother Yuan? Chu Junyu? He slowly recalled that on the suspension bridge, Chu Junyu was the one who fell off the bridge after asking for help in vain.
So these four people are good friends of that person, and they want to beat up Chu Junyu for revenge—
A group of people in the Qi Refining stage are going to attack a person in the Foundation Building stage
... ...Are you tired of living
Pei Jing still had some compassion in his heart. He knew that if these four people fell into Chu Junyu's hands, they would be tortured. He performed a simple magic trick and transformed a wisp of green smoke. The green smoke slowly gathered and from a distance, it was a female ghost with disheveled hair and white clothes. Pei Jing picked up a branch from the ground and made the leaves rustle, creating a gloomy and eerie atmosphere.
As the four of them walked, they felt something was wrong.
"Hey, Boss, why do I feel a chill on my back?"
"What are you talking about! You are already a disciple of Yunxiao, but you are still suspicious. You are bringing shame to your grandmother's house!"
"... ... oh."
Pei Jing was amused by them. Wow, they are quite conscious of being a Yunxiao disciple. But don’t they know that it is also a Yunxiao rule not to bully fellow disciples
Pei Jing blew lightly.
Instantly, the smoke turned into a female ghost with bared fangs and claws, circling the woods. It was silly, but it was enough to scare them.
The shadows of the trees rustled, and the faint laughter of a female ghost could be heard. There was no wind, and a leaf suddenly fell on the forehead of the "boss" in the front. The boss said impatiently, "Who is scaring me!" He turned around suddenly and saw the face of the green and hideous female ghost hanging upside down on the tree.
"ah-!!!"
In the quiet night, the boss screamed in despair. The other three were frightened by him and jumped on the spot, screaming. They ran back with pale faces. At this time, they were in no mood to think about how to deal with Chu Junyu. Of course, their lives were more important.
Pei Jing laughed out loud: "You are so timid, and you still want to learn how to take revenge?"
He clapped his hands, jumped down from the tree, and walked forward to meet Chu Junyu.