"Junior Brother Zhang, I heard that there have been a few disciples admitted this year. I wonder how the talent is?" The monk in black clothes who spoke poured a glass of spiritual wine for the male cultivator in yellow clothes opposite and asked with a little curiosity.
"Ha." The yellow-clothed monk who was called Junior Brother Zhang sneered sarcastically, with a gloomy expression, and whispered: "How can any serious monk go into that place, stick to the old rules, and guard a shabby formation? Invincible. Even a talented person will turn into rotten wood if he stays there for a long time."
"That's not what you said, Junior Brother Zhang. After all, it is one of the six major skill halls of Baiji Peak, and we are just an organization." Monk Xuanshan said regretfully. Although the words of junior brother were very pleasant, he also thought that the formation hall was not good enough. It doesn't matter, but it is undeniable that the Formation Hall is still entrenched in a high position.
"Who knows. Flowers never bloom for a hundred days. That will start soon." Junior Brother Zhang said disapprovingly. He wished he could trample that person and that place under his feet as soon as possible.
"Yeah, we've waited too long, it's time to change positions."
--------I am the dividing line--------
As Chen Siye said, Master Ming Jing is indeed an amiable senior who is easy to get along with. Although his courses are not very interesting, they are still very fulfilling.
After these three days of classes, Ning Xia gained a lot of knowledge about the world of cultivation, not only in terms of formations, but also in all aspects.
Thinking of Master Ming Jing complaining to them about Baihua Palace's strange behavior with a face as straight as jade, Ningxia couldn't help but laugh out loud. She didn't expect that Hua Wuxie was born like this. This female demon cultivator in the world of cultivation is really... ahem... quite individual.
She still resented that guy for killing her for no reason. Of course she wouldn't let go of the opportunity to laugh at the scumbag secretly after knowing his embarrassment. Speaking of who Hua Wuxie's father is, his mother, the current owner of Baihua Palace, has slept with more than a dozen people at once, so she definitely doesn't know whose father her son is.
Pfft... Ningxia just couldn't help it. Hua Wuxie's mother must be too powerful. How could she rape a precious disciple who was protected by several other sects under their noses? After he was done, he left without looking back, and gave birth to Hua Wuxie the next year. This was obviously seed stealing.
Could it be that this ancient female cultivator already had such avant-garde ideas? That's right, Princess Hua Fei is not just "white, rich and beautiful", but the "Her Majesty the Queen" of Baihua Palace. I heard that there are thousands of famous men's favorites. There is no shortage of men at all. It must be a provocation to force those Taoist cultivators.
But thinking about it this way, Hua Wuxie's life experience is really confusing. She really hates that guy, please let her laugh a little longer.
"Junior sister Ning, you have been giggling since just now. What are you laughing at?" Chen Siye noticed that Ning Xia has been giggling from just now, intermittently, like a cat that steals fish.
By now they had arrived at their destination. Ningxia obviously hadn't woken up from her own world yet, so Chen Siye couldn't help but remind her.
Ning Xia seemed to wake up suddenly. She looked around and laughed awkwardly for a while, which made several older monks who were traveling with her laugh in amusement. This child is young, and it's quite cute to see her acting stupidly.
After the third day of classes, the older monk suggested that we go to a restaurant in Beicheng to get together and get to know each other. Ningxia was the only girl among them. Although she felt a little uncomfortable because she would not go out with the opposite sex in modern times, she finally agreed.
The situation here in the world of cultivation is different from that in modern times, and she will have to deal with these monks for a long time in the future, so it may not be appropriate to refuse forcefully. Besides, she is only eight years old now, so it is unrealistic to think too much.
So Ningxia followed the group to the famous Lingcai Restaurant in Beicheng. After hearing this, Ningxia, who had been not very interested since just now, was eager to try it.
She still has very high expectations for the food in the cultivation world. After all, she has been a pauper since coming to Wuhua Sect and can only survive on Bigu Pills.
Now is the lunch rush hour, and many people are waiting for a seat. Ningxia's group also waited for a long time to get a seat on the second floor.
She followed several older men up to the second floor and sat down under the guidance of the waiter. The owner of this spiritual food restaurant has quite good taste, and the interior decoration is so beautiful that even Ningxia, a modern and well-informed person, can't help but sigh.
This is not a restaurant, it is simply a Forbidden City-level club. Look at the vivid wood carvings, the valuable furnishings, and the luxurious building materials... For a moment, Ningxia couldn't help but look around like a bumpkin.
Before Ningxia could see enough of this place, unfriendly "passers-by" started to make trouble.
"Isn't this Chen Siye, Senior Brother Chen? Are you okay?" This tone and taste definitely belong to an enemy. Ning Xia followed the gazes of several classmates and looked toward the voice.
I saw two monks sitting at the next table. The monk in black clothes was tall and thin. He lowered his head and stared at the wine glass in his hand. The yellow-robed monk looked directly at Senior Brother Chen, his expression half-smiling but not very friendly.
It seems that the monk in yellow shirt was the one who spoke just now. Those who come are menacing and are not kind-hearted people. Ning Xia began to regret following her out. She really didn't like this kind of situation where she was slapped in the face or being slapped in the face, so why didn't she let people cultivate quietly? !
