Because he was suspected of deliberately causing trouble, under the glare of the cooks, Jing Yingrong was "asked" to leave the stage by the disciples who maintained order.
Ji Jie Bi: "You see, the truth can be so hurtful sometimes."
Jing Yingrong listened silently to the high-level chefs' comments on the food. After a long time, she said in a low mood: "I don't understand people's preferences for food."
Ji Sha Jian: "You have a sense of taste, right?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yes, but salty, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty are all the same to me. I can only judge their value by the amount of aura in the food."
Ji Sha Jian was silent for a moment and said: "It doesn't matter, you don't need it anyway."
Jijiebi comforted him: "It's okay if you don't have any taste preference, you're not picky about food."
Jing Yingrong: "I like people with more spiritual energy."
Jijie Pen: "...That's quite challenging."
"oh."
…
On the third day, the first round of alchemy competition took place.
Hundreds of alchemy furnaces have been prepared in the field. There is fire in the alchemy furnace and alchemy materials are placed next to it.
When the alchemist entered the room, Shen Pei, who was dressed like a fairy in a cloud-patterned white dress, particularly attracted attention.
"Senior Brother Shen looks so good!"
"Not only is he good-looking, but his alchemy skills are also top-notch among his peers."
"It's a pity that she is already married. Senior Sister Yu is so quick to act."
"By the way, where is Senior Sister Yu?"
"Isn't that the one at the front?"
Yu Xian stood in the most conspicuous position in the stands, and even several elders made room for her. She took full breath, puffed out her chest and tightened her abdomen, and roared:
"Pei'er, you are the best! None of them can compare to my most favorite one!"
She was hit in the face by an unknown object thrown by Shen Pei.
Shen Pei's face turned red with anger, and his elegant posture was gone.
"Smelly salted fish! Don't embarrass me!"
Yu Xian chuckled, wiped off the sticky stuff on his face, patted his chest at the disciples with different eyes around him, and said in a showy and threatening manner: "Did you see, those are my people, don't even think about it."
Everyone: "..."
Some of the disciples who had no idea about Shen Pei's identity now looked away.
After the competition started, "bang" explosions were heard from time to time in the field, accompanied by black smoke and pungent smell drifting in the wind.
This is a relatively common situation in the process of alchemy.
There are many reasons for the furnace to explode, but in the final analysis, they are all related to the alchemist's inability to control fire.
Exploding the furnace may at best waste the materials, or at worst may even endanger the alchemist's life. Therefore, alchemists will try their best to avoid exploding the furnace. However, this competition requires the use of alchemy furnaces and fire types uniformly equipped by the sect. You cannot use your own. Therefore, the alchemist's fire control skills are required to be higher, and many elixirs are not skilled enough. The teacher will inevitably stumble.
Fortunately, there were elders nearby, so at least the alchemist's life was not in danger. However, the alchemist himself had to bear the consequences of the loss of materials, invalidation of the elixirs, and damage to the alchemy furnace caused by the explosion.
Against a group of opponents who were either extremely nervous or disgraced, Shen Pei's effortless and effortless alchemy technique was extremely outstanding.
In the sea of consciousness, Ji Yanzhu said: "I discovered something."
Jijiebi: "What's the matter?"
Ji Yanzhu: "The junior named Shen Pei didn't use fire. He made elixirs with water."
Ji Sha Sword: "How to refine it with water?"
Ji Yanzhu: "You can tell just by looking inside the stove. I can't understand it either, but he did not use fire. I'm sure of that."
Jing Yingrong said calmly: "It is a water refining method, using the power of water to make elixirs. The medicinal properties of the elixirs are more stable and mild, and there are fewer erysipelas."
Ji Jie Bi: "I have never heard of this alchemy method."
Jing Yingrong: "Well, because the difficulty is too high and there are too few people who have successfully learned it, it slowly disappeared before you were born."
After finishing speaking, he didn't hear Sanling's response for a long time. Jing Yingrong couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Jijiebi smiled, "I just suddenly realized the age gap between you and the three of us."
Ji Yanzhu: "Only at this time will we realize that you are actually much older than us."
The extremely evil sword remains silent.
Jing Yingrong thought for a moment and said, "Yes, according to the customs of the world, you should call me sister."
After saying that, she seemed very satisfied with her inference, nodded to herself, and said to Sanling: "Call me sister."
"I don't."
"I don't."
"I don't."
Mirror Yingrong: "Tsk."
Ji Sha Sword: "Who did you learn this from?!"
"..."
As soon as the alchemy competition ended, Jing Yingrong rushed to the "Zedui" land to watch the music theory competition that Shu Pinghui participated in.
When Shu Pinghui came on stage, she looked around for someone. When she saw her face reflected in the mirror, she raised her eyebrows.
Jing Yingrong knows nothing about music theory. Just like with food, she could hear the pitch and turbidity of music, and the thickness and softness of human voices, but she had no preference at all and could only tell the smoothness of a piece of music. As for the various emotions contained in vocal music, she is even more ignorant, like watching flowers through fog.
Therefore, her attention during the entire music theory competition was not on the scene, but on the people discussing the situation of the competition.
After listening for a while, she knew that it was certain that Shu Pinghui would enter the second round.
That's exactly what happened.
After watching the music theory competition, Jing Yingrong was on his way to the venue for the puppet show competition when he suddenly heard a wave of noise coming from another place. The sound was so high that it seemed to overthrow the sky.
There is a high platform over there, and there are figures dancing on it. The figure is slim and graceful, her steps are as light as walking on snow without leaving a trace, her skirt is flying like flowing clouds, her slender waist is swaying, her white and tender arms are as soft as boneless, and her beautiful eyes are sparkling, invisibly seductive. soul.
It was a dance competition, and the person on the stage was Lan Chucui.
As she danced, blossoms of flowers bloomed under her feet, countless petals fell from the sky, and a faint fragrance escaped in the air.
The people in the audience were mesmerized and burst into wild cheers and applause from time to time.
There was an intoxicating smile on Lan Chucui's lips, and then inadvertently, she caught a glimpse of Jing Yingrong looking at her from a distance.
Jing Yingrong's expression was calm and bland, and dance was something that she could not feel the beauty of, so she could not appreciate Lan Chucui's dance, although she knew that this dance was very difficult.
Lan Chucui's pupils trembled when she saw the extremely beautiful but expressionless face reflected in the mirror, and immediately her steps took a wrong step.
But after all, she had a solid foundation and superb skills. She made up for her mistakes in an instant, and no one noticed her distraction.
But the smile on her lips no longer existed.
After the song ended, when everyone in the audience was shouting Lan Chucui's name, she subconsciously looked at where Jing Yingrong was just now.
Jing Yingrong left long ago.
Lan Chucui stood on the stage in a daze. After a long time, she finally regained consciousness.
