Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Several of his disciples looked at him in surprise, and Jing Niansang even exclaimed in surprise.

Feng He looked at her own apprentice's useless appearance speechlessly. Even if other people's families were luxurious, their own family was not bad either.

He shook his head in amusement and took the disciples of Lingshan Sect to the arranged room.

Because there were so many participants, even though the Xianling Sect was very large, they had to squeeze two people into one room.

Logically speaking, masters, elders and other people of noble status should have their own room.

Obviously, Feng He's identity is such an existence.

But judging from the comparison between the number of people and the rooms, it seems that he does not have the treatment of having his own room.

Feng He was confused and silently asked the system: "What's going on?"

[The disciples of the Immortal Spirit Sect were incompetent because of rumors that you had a bad relationship with their Sword God Ji Yuan, and because your reputation in the Immortal Cultivation Sect was not very good, so they wanted to make things difficult for you.]

Feng He understood.

"So they are shortchanging me on food, clothing and other necessities?"

[About the same.]

Feng He pinched his nose in annoyance. What was the grudge between him and the Sword God Ji Yuan?

Convinced.

He let the participating disciples allocate their own rooms, and he waited for the last few remaining, because in the end all the rooms would be the same anyway.

After everyone had been assigned to pairs, only Feng He and Fu Ci Yan were left.

Feng He did not feel disappointed with the final result.

Fu Ci Yan was very excited. He couldn't believe that he could get so close to his master so easily.

His fingers were trembling slightly.

Feng Hehe entered the room, packed his things, and then prepared to go find Ji Yuan.

The original owner was not a person who would suffer a loss easily, so he had to ask this Sword Master for advice!

snort!

Fu Ci Yan looked at Feng He's aggressive look and already knew what he was going to do.

He was about to give some advice when he saw his master turn around and say to him fiercely, "Rest well today and conserve your energy! If you don't perform well and don't get first place tomorrow, I'll skin you alive!"

Fu Ciyan: “…”

After Feng He finished speaking, he seemed to feel that what he said was inappropriate. He puffed up his cheeks, stammered a few times, but still said nothing and left.

A smile appeared in Fu Ci Yan's eyes. During the days he spent with his master, he felt more and more that his master was not as cold and unapproachable as the rumors said.

It’s a pity that he had been practicing with his master for so many years but didn’t discover it.

Thinking of this, a hint of regret flashed across Fu Ci Yan's eyes.

He carefully tidied the room and put away his master's bed, quilt, clothes and hairband.

After cleaning it up, he felt like something was missing.

Well, it was spring now, so he went outside to pick some peach blossoms for decoration.

Although the peach blossoms were gorgeous and beautiful, he felt that they were not half as gorgeous as those of his master.

Without his fragrance, without his beauty, the master has an air of coolness.

Feng He went straight to Ji Yuan's residence.

The two knew each other before, and it can even be said that they had a close relationship.

When the original owner was a disciple, his favorite thing was to compete with Ji Yuan.

But he failed every time and never succeeded once.

He also used despicable means, but apart from embarrassing himself, it did not cause any substantial harm to Ji Yuan.

People rely on their strength to speak. They don't care about these little tricks at all. But they hate this kind of cheating behavior.

However, once dishonorable means are used, it is naturally impossible to become friends.

So Ji Yuan became the narrow-minded original owner, the most annoying person!

Feng He was also convinced when he learned the reason.

The Jianfeng Peak where Ji Yuan lives is as its name suggests, extremely steep and tall.

Feng He would rather not use spiritual power now, so he took a magic weapon and flew up.

If he had used the usual method to get up there, he would probably have pissed himself before he even started walking.

Although Jianfeng has a scary name, the scenery there is still picturesque.

Feng He looked at the medicinal fields and smiled maliciously.

He reached out and began to pull the extremely lush herbs.

Then hide it in the storage space.

Feng He was doing something sneaky and even looked around to see if there was anyone around.

The shifty look... doesn't match his appearance...

Although such words do not suit him and do not match his temperament.

When Feng He was pulling out the third handful, an extremely cold voice came over: "What are you doing?!"

The sudden sound really scared Feng He. He looked towards the source of the sound and saw a shadow approaching him quickly.

Feng He almost couldn't control his frightened expression. He tried to keep himself still, but couldn't help but put out his sleeves to block it.

The person who came was Ji Yuan.

Ji Yuan did not hurt her, but stopped in front of him and stared at him with cold eyes.

Feng He put down her wide white sleeves as if nothing had happened, and stared at the person in front of her with a stern expression.

"What were you doing here?"

Ji Yuan asked again.

Feng He certainly wouldn't say that he was stealing herbs.

"I'm here to find you!"

Ji Yuan was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He frowned and asked in confusion, "Then why did you pull out my herbs just now?"

Feng He: “Uh…” So you discovered it.

He said angrily, "What's wrong with me pulling something out? You Xianling Sect don't know how to entertain guests, so I'm using this to vent my anger!"

Ji Yuan frowned deeply when he heard this.

"No hospitality?"

Feng He looked cold and snorted unceremoniously.

"Logically, an elder should have a high-quality room all to himself, but you made me squeeze in with the disciples!"

Ji Yuan said nothing. He looked at Feng He and said, "I will investigate this matter. But even so, there is no need for you to damage the herbs."

Feng He knew he was in the wrong, but he was not the type to admit his mistakes.

He raised his eyebrows and said in a very annoying way, "What if I took the herbs? You, the great Sword Master, wouldn't be reluctant to part with one or two herbs, right?"

Ji Yuan's forehead was throbbing slightly and fiercely. He gritted his teeth and said, "These are two different things!"

Feng He didn't care. He was in the wrong first, and she became impatient: "Okay, okay, then what do you want?"

Ji Yuan: "...Apologize to me and hand over all the herbs."

Feng He continued to play the fool and said, "Haha, forget it."

Ji Yuan gave him a meaningful look and said, "You are still the same as before."

Feng He: “…”Thank you for your affirmation of my work!

He took a deep breath and changed the subject: "Then how are you going to solve my problem?"

Ji Yuan frowned. All the rooms were arranged in advance. Now that one room was missing, he had no way to create another one.

So he said in a businesslike manner: "If you don't mind, you can live on Jianfeng. There are many rooms here. And the conditions are better than ordinary ones. It can be regarded as compensation for you."

Unexpectedly, Feng He looked very disdainful after hearing this: "Everyone on Jianfeng must be as boring and old-fashioned as you. I don't want to live there."

Ji Yuan frowned and looked at him coldly, saying in a bad tone: "Humph, whatever you want."