Yan Qing was so upset that he plucked all the plum blossoms on the table and chose to close his eyes and go to sleep.
When he woke up, Yunzhou had already arrived at the mountain gate of Fuhuamen.
As one of the nine major sects, Fuhua Sect is naturally full of fairyland and beautiful scenery. There are numerous peaks and hidden treasures. It does not have 9,900 steps like Wangxi Sect, but there is also a lake in front of the gate, which is called "Mirror Lake".
The Mirror Lake is jade-like and transparent, covering a vast area. When viewed from a cloud boat, it is like a mirror that can reflect one's own reflection. A magnificent glazed bridge is built across the lake, connecting the two ends.
Tianshu Heng and the others were forced to stop in front of Jinghu Lake and cross the bridge one by one in order. The leaders of the nine major sects and the great elders were not stopped and flew directly to Xuanji Peak, the main peak of Fuhua Sect. Jing Yuhui would meet with the Dongxu period monks in Xuanji Hall. This would probably be her only appearance in the Qingyun Conference.
Yan Qing leaned against the window and saw Mingze and the others getting off the boat. He immediately ran to Xie Shiyi and shouted that he wanted to get off the flying boat.
"Xie Shiyi, let me go, I want to go down!"
Xie Shiyi sat at the table, looked up at him, and noticed that Yan Qing's eyes were red from sleeping. He looked away calmly and said, "What are you doing down there?"
Yan Qing picked up Bu Zhi who was sleeping soundly in the pile of spiritual stones and said lazily, "First, get to know your opponent. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. I am participating in the Qingyun Conference, I can't follow you every day, right?"
He added silently in his heart, "How could I quarrel with him every day and get beaten to death by him
Xie Shiyi looked at him quietly for a while.
With Xie Shiyi's impression of the Qingyun Conference, he really didn't think it was necessary to "know yourself and know your enemy". Unless Yan Qing specifically asked, he would generally not refuse.
The bond between them originated from their childhood, they met too early and were too familiar with each other. When getting along with Yan Qing, Xie Shiyi never put himself in the role of being in control, controlling everything.
He gave opinions on all of Yan Qing's actions, and would not stop them if he could not stop them.
He raised his hand and asked the flying boat to stop.
"Go down by yourself."
Before Yan Qing left, he had to say one more thing: "Yaoyao, is there anything you want to say to me?"
Xie Shiyi: “Hmm?”
Yan Qing smiled with frustration and said mischievously: "First, don't cause trouble; second, don't run around; third, don't show off your old friends' names outside?"
Xie Shiyi: “…”
Xie Shiyi remained calm and asked calmly, "Is it necessary to repeat such nonsense?"
Yan Qing snorted and walked out with frustration.
Frustrated, he flapped his wings, half-drowsy, and muttered, "What are you doing?"
Yan Qing said: "Go make good friends!"
Yu Xin watched Yan Qing take the plum wood sword and the black bird out, and asked Xie Shiyi with some fear: "Alliance leader, do I need to follow?"
Xie Shiyi glanced at him coldly and asked nonchalantly, "What are you doing following me?"
Yu Xin said seriously, "The senior has a low level of cultivation. I am afraid that he will encounter something difficult to deal with in Fuhua Sect, or meet someone difficult to deal with. He doesn't have any spiritual stones or magic weapons to protect himself. I always feel uneasy. What should I do if something happens?"
He did his job conscientiously, racked his brains, and searched for the only bit of gentleness and thoughtfulness in his bones, trying to make a good impression in front of the leader!
In order to make it more vivid, I imagined myself as Yan Qing's father.
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, their leader smiled lightly with an ambiguous tone.
The words were clear and full of sarcasm. Xie Shiyi asked with interest: "Is he his father?"
His words were as cold as the water in a cold pond.
Yu Xin: “…”
Yu Xin was sweating profusely, and he knelt down: "This subordinate deserves death, this subordinate has overstepped his authority!"
Help. How come he didn't know that the leader had such a bad character before? And he was so mean?
Whether people know Xie Shiyi or not, they have all heard of his name, the chief disciple of the Wangxi Sect, the pride of heaven, the clear wind and bright moon. Such a person should be like the snow in the Xiaoyu Palace that never melts, born arrogant, extremely cold, and untainted by the world.
Although this was indeed the case before.
But since the young man holding the blood jade beads appeared, many things seemed to have changed secretly.
Xie Shiyi lowered his eyes to look at him. From Yu Xin's expression, he probably knew what he was thinking. He lowered his eyes to look at the list of Qingyun Conference disciples in his hand, threw a piece of paper lightly from top to bottom, and said lightly: "Pay attention to the Yin family of Liuguang Sect."
Yu Xin was stunned: "Yes."
Yan Qing went downstairs and walked towards Mingze very consciously.
In front of the Glazed Bridge, there was a female disciple from the Fuhua Sect. She was wearing a blue skirt and white feathers, and had an outstanding appearance. She smiled sweetly and said, "Mirror Lake is the holy lake of our sect. In front of the holy lake, please be patient and don't make any noise. Go forward one by one. There will be disciples from my sect leading you to take your numbers on the shore."
The Wangxi Sect was arranged according to the peaks, with the inner peak in front and the outer peak in the back. But as soon as Yan Qing arrived, he was immediately spotted by the peak at the front of the team.
Heng was afraid that he would lose face in front of the nine major sects, so he waved his hand directly: "Yan Qing, come here."
Yan Qing was frustrated and walked away, full of enthusiasm: "Elder Heng, it's been a long time since we last met. One day without seeing you feels like three years have passed!"
Heng was very annoyed: "Who is so far away from you? Stand in front and don't run around."
Yan Qing: “Oh.”
Tianshu introduced them cheerfully, "We will be at Jinghu Lake in a bit, and we will draw lots. Those who draw the same number will be our opponents in the first round."
Mingze was nervous and asked in a low voice: "Elder, doesn't the Qingyun Conference divide people by their cultivation level first? If two Yuanying-stage peak cultivators meet in the first round and one of them loses, wouldn't all the rankings be lost? That would be too unlucky."
Tianshu said: "So, for the Qingyun Conference, luck is also very important."
Mingze's face turned pale and he became even more nervous: "... Elder, what should I do if I am eliminated in the first round?"
Heng listened, turned around and said, "Don't listen to Tianshu's lies. It doesn't matter if you are lucky in the past. When the top 100 of the Qingyun Ranking are decided, everyone will be qualified to challenge the top 10. If you win, your place will belong to you."
Tianshu stroked his beard with a smile and comforted Mingze: "Elder Heng is right. It doesn't matter if you are eliminated in the first round. As long as your cultivation is sufficient, the Azure Cloud Ranking will not let you down."
Mingze: “…” He is just here to make up the numbers, what’s the point of talking about strength
Mingze tilted his head in annoyance. The other inner peak disciples were all calm and composed. He was the only newbie who knew nothing. Oh, and Yan Qing was also a newbie.
It seems that Yan Qing was holding his bird and watching the people from other sects with relish, as if they came to Fuhua Sect to play.
He realized this, and Heng naturally realized it as well.
Heng was really unhappy with Yan Qing's attitude.
"Did you hear what I just said?"
Yan Qing said: "I heard it, I heard it."
Heng was confused: "What do you think after listening to the rules?"
Yan Qing was looking for someone from the Hehuan Sect that he was interested in. After listening to him, he said his first idea without hesitation: "Yes. Since the ranking can be replaced, I will challenge the number one on the last Qingyun Ranking. If I win, then I don't have to participate in the Qingyun Conference."
Heng: “…”
Tianshu: “…”
Disciples: “…”
Good idea.
It just sounds more outrageous and fantastic than this.
Do you know who ranked first on the Qingyun List last year
Heng-shi concluded on the spot: "Go ahead! Senior Brother Xie should be in Xuanji Palace now! I'll lend you my sword! Go ahead!"
Yan Qing suppressed his laughter and said, "Elder Heng, in front of the Holy Lake of the Fuhua Sect, could you not be so excited and look so ugly?"
The ugly Heng wanted to kick Yan Qing into the holy lake.
Although there were many participants, the glazed bridge was also very long, and the Fuhua Gate was in good order. Yan Qing was about to arrive. He saw a familiar face, Sun Junhao, at the front of the glazed bridge. Sun Junhao was in the first stage of the Yuanying stage, so he should be less than 300 years old. He was the only disciple participating in this competition.
And the person in charge of monitoring the drawing of lots... coincidentally, was the Sun family's supreme elder, Elder Cang Qing.
This is really the case, enemies meet.
Heng didn't know about the grudge between them, and he urged Yan Qing curiously: "What are you doing? Go up and draw lots."
Yan Qing said slowly: "Oh."
In front of the Mirror Lake, Cang Qing's robe fluttered and his expression was stern. When his eyes fell on Yan Qing, he froze for a second. But he quickly pretended not to care and asked a disciple next to him to pass him a pump.
The disciple said, "Please."
Yan Qing reached out and picked up a number at random.
Open it and take a look.
Wow, 100,000,000.
At this moment, a voice from the next room suddenly began to recite slowly: "What about a hundred, ten, or ten?" The person who recited it laughed out loud without hesitation: "Brother Yin Bo, this number is auspicious."
Yan Qing:
Yan Qing turned around and saw a group of Liuguang Sect disciples standing next to him. The robes of Liuguang Sect disciples were dark black, with bright yellow sun and moon embroidered on them, and stars twinkling. The person who drew the number 100 should be a member of the Yin family clan. There was a symbolic red water chestnut between his eyebrows, his appearance was fierce, and his expression was full of disgust, obviously dissatisfied with this number.
But in front of the Mirror Lake at Fuhua Gate, he did not dare to act recklessly. He could only put everything in his sleeves and sneered at the person next to him, "It's auspicious for me, but it may not be so auspicious for another person."
The other person also had a red lotus between his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Yes, Brother Yin Bo is now in the 4th stage of the Nascent Soul. Who wouldn't be unlucky to meet him in the first round?"
The maid holding the lottery stick tube smiled and said, "Please, the fairy, draw your lot and leave first, and let the next one come up."
Yin Bai was well-known in Liuguang Sect for his brutal and cruel character. He took the token, turned around, and saw the next person. He immediately smiled maliciously: "Oh, Yin Wuwang, it's your turn."