Listening to these words, Lan Qianqian looked humble on her face, but she couldn't help but feel happy in her heart.
He is discerning.
How could that loser Song Yizhi be comparable to her? Sooner or later, she would let the fifth elders see that she was better than Song Yizhi!
The new disciple Zhao Yiyi said, "That's right, the world of immortal cultivation values talent and hard work. Qianqian has talent and hard work, and she is no worse than Song Yizhi. I am more optimistic about Qianqian!"
Several female cultivators surrounded Lan Qianqian, praising her one after another.
Lan Qianxi smiled shyly, "Don't say that, Senior Sister Song is still very powerful. By the way, can I bring you some snacks tomorrow?"
"Okay, okay, Sissi's craftsmanship must be very good."
"I'm really looking forward to it."
…
Several female cultivators followed Lan Qianqian away. They were laughing and playing, and their words gradually turned to cultivation, so they did not notice that there was another person lying behind the tree.
Song Yizhi was just dozing off, so she naturally heard the words of Lan Qianqian and her good sisters. In response, she turned around and went to sleep.
afternoon.
The disciples gathered in the open space, Rong Yueyuan stood at the front and said, "From now on, I will learn Chinese in the school in the morning and practice basic skills in the afternoon."
All the disciples responded.
Huai Zhu waved his hand, and neat piles of sandbags fell aside.
"Everyone tied their feet with sandbags and ran around the square, doing three rounds of Qi refining, six rounds of foundation building, nine rounds of golden elixir, and eighteen rounds of Nascent Soul." Rong Yueyuan's gentle voice seemed a bit cruel under the scorching sun.
Song Yizhi raised his hand to his forehead to block the sun.
Six laps, will you die? !
Feng Yian moved, and the other disciples in the demon world also took the initiative.
The rest of the people couldn't stand still and walked over to tie the sandbags one by one.
Song Yizhi stayed put.
Rong Yueyuan moved his fingers slightly, and two sandbags were tied to Song Yizhi's calves.
Song Yizhi tried to lift her legs, but she still underestimated the weight of the sandbag.
After trying hard for a while, Song Yizhi swayed back and forth but failed to take a step.
Chen Yao noticed it. She was about to laugh at Song Yizhi when she saw the female cultivator next to her fell to the ground due to excessive force.
"Why is it so heavy?!" The female cultivator who fell to the ground couldn't get up for a while.
Huai Zhu glanced at Rong Yueyuan, then nodded slightly and spoke to the disciples, "Do you remember the basic techniques?"
The disciples nodded, not knowing why.
Huai Zhu said, "Start running the exercises from now on. Run while doing the exercises. get out of class will be over when you finish it!"
! !
The new disciples looked desperate.
Song Yizhi silently started the exercise, absorbing the spiritual power and running it for a week, finally returning to his Dantian.
As the spiritual power flows, the sandbag on the calf seems to be a little lighter.
Song Yizhi tried to move a step. As the technique began to operate, the spiritual power accumulated in his body showed signs of breaking through to the late stage of foundation building.
Song Yizhi immediately stopped running her exercises. She slowly stretched out her legs and moved half a step with great difficulty.
The disciples who began to use their exercises to absorb spiritual energy gradually adapted to it. In comparison, Song Yizhi stood out among the group of people.
Rong Yueyuan's eyes fell on Song Yizhi.
There was no spiritual power fluctuation, and she had no movement skills.
Song Yizhi's physique was incredible as he could move with his own strength alone.
Rong Yueyuan thought that he still underestimated Song Yizhi.
When the disciples were almost adapted, Huai Zhu asked them to start running.
Thirty-nine disciples in the school were running around a square with a diameter of 100 meters.
Song Yizhi turned a deaf ear and moved as fast as he could.
Huai Zhu couldn't help but sigh as he looked at his junior sister who was too conspicuous.
Junior sister, can she still be saved?
Song Yizhi raised his head and glanced at the scorching sun above his head, then moved directly to the outermost edge step by step. Under Rong Yueyuan's gaze, he slowly walked towards the shady tree.
If she didn't skip class at this time, she wouldn't be Song Yizhi!
Seeing Song Yizhi sitting lazily under the tree, many people widened their eyes, and then looked at Rong Yueyuan above. They subconsciously slowed down, wanting to see how Song Yizhi would be punished.
Although the husband has given up saying that Song Yizhi is a rotten wood, this does not stop them from wanting to see Song Yizhi punished!
Huai Zhu raised his head and glanced at the sky. Although he hated iron, he didn't show any trace of it on his face.
If the master found out about skipping class openly, Yi Zhi would inevitably have to eat fried pork with bamboo shoots.
"Come here." Rong Yueyuan's gentle and calm voice sounded.
Looking at the noble Rong Yueyuan, many disciples felt a silent sense of oppression.
They had to pick up the pace.
Song Yizhi stood up reluctantly and moved over slowly.
"Don't want to run?" Rong Yueyuan looked at the slumped-faced little girl, but he didn't have any regrets.
Only if Song Yizhi ran six laps obediently would he feel there was something wrong.
Song Yizhi sat down directly on the side. She muttered, "Who wants to run? I can't even lift my feet with sandbags tied up, and the sun is so strong, I'm going to get burned!"
Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi, who had a wrinkled face, and looked at her quietly.
"Whoever wants to run can run, but I won't run anyway!" Song Yizhi kicked his legs and leaned back, almost lying on the ground.
"Sit tight." Rong Yueyuan said.
Song Yizhi sat up reluctantly. Under Rong Yueyuan's gaze, he retracted his legs and put his hands on his knees.
"If you don't want to run, don't run." Rong Yueyuan was not angry.
She could walk just by her own strength. It didn't matter how strong Song Yizhi's foundation was. In this case, she wouldn't run if she didn't want to.
Huai Zhu couldn't help but look sideways at Rong Yueyuan. She hesitated to speak, but finally spoke, "Fifth Elder, is this not good?"
If Yizhi doesn't want to run, he won't run away. Is the fifth elder too spoiled by Yizhi?
Let’s not talk about whether those disciples will cry out that the fifth elder is biased. If the master finds out about this, I am afraid that the fifth elder will have to be lectured by the master.
Rong Yueyuan spoke slowly, "Do you think Song Yizhi would put a knife on her neck and threaten us to make her commit suicide first if we run?"
Huaizhu: "..."
Fifth Elder, do you want to know Yizhi so well?
"She is not afraid of embarrassing the Changqiuzong." Rong Yueyuan spoke slowly.
That's true.
After all, Changqiu Sect is a large sect. It would really not be good if Yizhi made such a fuss, but the fifth elder had thought carefully.
Huai Zhu was convinced.
Song Yizhi glanced at Rong Yueyuan, lowered his eyebrows, and said silently, "This person is Lotus Root, full of evil intentions."
Senior Sister Huai Zhu is still too naive, and she was deceived in just a few words.
"Balance the speed, neither too fast nor too slow." Rong Yueyuan's gentle yet majestic voice sounded, "Wei Ling, don't be lazy if the speed is slow; Qiao Yuanyuan, adjust your breathing, don't be eager for quick success, Lan Qianqian..."
Almost all the new disciples were named by Rong Yueyuan.
An hour later.
After the last new disciple finished running, this afternoon's class was over.
The new disciples shook their legs and fell to the ground, including Lan Qianqian.
The other disciples were not much better, each one looked like they had been fished out of the water, and they were in a miserable state, even the chief disciples like Lu Li and Bei Xianyue were no exception.
The refreshing and clean Song Yizhi is in sharp contrast to them.
Song Yizhi didn't bother to care what those disciples thought of her, so she followed Rong Yueyuan back home.
