Master Fu does not envy immortals

Chapter 142
"This landscape map is good for everything, but it consumes too much spiritual power, and it may be more difficult to use during the foundation building period." Ji Cheyu said, "Put it away first, and I will accompany you to get familiar with it tomorrow."

He grabbed Jiang Qiongxing's hand and helped her take back all the mountains, rivers, clouds and mists floating around into the scroll.

The scroll rolls up automatically, floats into the box and lies flat.

Very worry-free.

It wasn't until this moment that Jiang Qiongxing came to his senses, and wanted to return the scroll to him as if it was burning his hands: "No, it's too expensive, I can't take it."

She has been to several auctions in a row recently, and she has a general understanding of the price of magic tools in the world of cultivating immortals. I don't know what kind of sky-high price can be fetched for a multifunctional magic weapon like this picture scroll that can be used for both offensive and defensive purposes.

Anyway, it is definitely not something that can be bought with thousands of spirit stones.

"It's not something precious, it was left to me by my father." Ji Cheyu said indifferently, "I practice sword all the year round, so I can't rely on these foreign things. Apart from getting in the way, it's only used to make people sad."

Jiang Qiongxing, who was busy stuffing the box into his arms, froze.

Not yet, not yet.

"Don't you still need a defensive magic weapon? Make do with it." Ji Cheyu said, "Since the craftsman made it into a magic weapon, it is for people to use, and it is a waste to put it on the shelf."

"Then..." Jiang Qiongxing hesitated for a while, and finally said, "Just assume that I borrowed it from you, and I will return it to you after the trial meeting is over."

Ji Cheyu didn't insist anymore: "Okay."

Whether he will accept it or not is another matter.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiongxing was relieved, and he didn't feel that the box in his hand was hot.

"Go back, it's getting late, have a good rest," Ji Cheyu said.

"Ok!"

Jiang Qiongxing came out of Ji Cheyu's room holding the box, and was about to go back to his own room opposite, when he suddenly saw a person sitting beside the stone table in the yard.

There was a dark figure sitting in the darkness, which was very scary.

Jiang Qiongxing hugged the scroll tightly: "Who's there?"

"It's me." Liang Weisheng stuffed a new spirit bead into the extinguished spirit bead lamp, and the dim light lit up, illuminating his face.

Jiang Qiongxing breathed a sigh of relief, and walked forward: "Don't you think it's hot in the yard? Why are you still here?"

"Little Qiongxing, I want to tell you something." Liang Weisheng lowered his voice.

"what's up?"

With a struggling expression on Liang Weisheng's face, he said after a long time: "...I have decided not to participate in this year's trial meeting."

"What?" Jiang Qiongxing's voice suddenly rose, "Why!"

"Hush! Keep your voice down!" He subconsciously glanced in the direction of Shangguantao's room, and said angrily, "I haven't planned to tell anyone else yet, you have to keep it a secret."

"But didn't we sign up a long time ago?" Jiang Qiongxing said.

"I didn't report that day..." Liang Weisheng whispered.

Oh yes, Jiang Qiongxing remembered that she and Ji Cheyu came back first after signing up that day, and Liang Weisheng lagged behind, not with them.

Didn't you want to take the exam when you co-authored him?

"No, why? Didn't we come to Tanyan Town just to be admitted to the academy?" She sat on the stone bench, shocked and puzzled, "We have been waiting here for three years, and you said that if you don't take the exam, you won't take the exam?"

Liang Weisheng lay down on the stone table, and said in a low voice dejectedly: "I know my own level. There are so many powerful immortal cultivators this year, I can't pass the test."

"Then you can't just give up without even trying!" Jiang Qiongxing worried for him, "No one will die in the trial meeting. If you fail this year, you can just take the exam next time."

Liang Weisheng shook his head with a complicated expression: "This trial meeting is not as simple as you imagined. The current rumors and rumors are just a prelude. When the trial officially starts, those people don't know what kind of madness they will become. In order to win, there are many people who will do whatever it takes."

He spoke vaguely, and Jiang Qiongxing was confused: "Have you been in Shuojin for too long, and you have believed their bragging skills? Everyone is in the foundation building stage, no matter how powerful they are, how can they be so powerful? What's more, trials don't only depend on strength, and it's useless for people with bad intentions to do more."

Liang Weisheng just shook his head: "I've made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me anymore, I don't intend to embarrass the Liang family before I'm fully prepared."

Speaking of this, Jiang Qiongxing didn't know how to persuade him, so he sighed heavily.

"Don't worry," Liang Weisheng said, "I have other things I want to do recently. When the trial meeting starts, maybe I can help you outside."

Seeing this, Jiang Qiongxing could only say: "As long as you don't regret it."

……

For the next few days, Jiang Qiongxing obediently stayed in the small courtyard to draw talismans and practice, while getting used to the two newly acquired magic weapons, and kept his ears to the outside world.

Until she found that she had run out of materials for drawing symbols.

"It seems that we still have to go out." She tidied up the odds and ends on the table, sorted out the talismans, and went out to the Liang's shop.

The time for the official start of the Trial Conference is getting closer and closer, and the number of people in Danyan Town is increasing day by day, and even dignitaries who are obviously mortals come to join in the fun.

After all, the trial meeting of Danyan Academy is open to the public, and it is rare for ordinary people to have the opportunity to see such a scene.

Those who are unlucky to be affected by the fights of immortal cultivators while walking on the road don't count.

Jiang Qiongxing passed through the lively crowd, went to Liang's shop to replenish the drawing materials, and didn't dare to say that Liang Weisheng didn't plan to participate in the trial meeting, so he packed up the materials and left in a hurry.

When passing by the teahouse where Liang Weisheng often stayed, she glanced in subconsciously.

"Hey," a strange voice sounded, "Isn't this Miss Jiang Qiong Xingjiang, why don't you come in and sit down?"

Jiang Qiongxing paused, and looked at Zhan Peng standing at the door of the teahouse inexplicably.

She hasn't pursued this guy's promotion of his spiritual roots everywhere, but he jumped out first with a look of finding fault.

Zhan Peng's voice was so loud that everyone nearby heard it, and immediately someone murmured to his companion: "So she is that Jiang Qiongxing."

"Who?"

"It's that miscellaneous spirit root!"

"Oh, it's her, it's really arrogant for the miscellaneous spirit root to dare to participate in the trial meeting."

"That's right, Danyan Academy is not a place that accepts everyone."

"Fortunately, I almost planned to bet on her to enter, but luckily I didn't pay the money."

Their voices were not loud, but they were all immortal cultivators present, so they could hear them clearly.

Zhanpeng looked proudly at the little girl in front of him, expecting to see the expression he expected on her face.

He liked this girl quite a bit at first, but ever since he was thrown out of the ring that time, Zhan Peng, who felt ashamed, regarded Jiang Qiongxing as a thorn in his side, wishing that she would disappear completely before he was reconciled.

Jiang Qiongxing could see his mood change at a glance.

Some people are like this, hate and love are equally menacing and inexplicable.

She stared at the other party's complexion paler than before for some reason, and said indifferently: "No time."

After finishing speaking, he continued to walk forward, without even looking at the passers-by who were whispering nearby.

Obviously, she doesn't care about others laughing at her spiritual roots.

(End of this chapter)