Dressed as a cannon fodder

The room was clean without a trace of dust, which showed that someone would still clean it on time during the period when he hadn't been back.The veiled curtains, the bed carved with ancient utensils, and a potted asparagus bamboo plant on the edge of the window lattice, which is particularly exquisite.

Meng Yunchi was leaning on the couch reading a book, Wen Yin went around behind him, picked up the three thousand black silk that was as soft as satin, and wiped it carefully.

"Sir, the Zongmen will have a triennial trial meeting in a few days, what are your plans then?"

trials

The Cheng Hua Sect opens once every three years to recruit people who seek the Way from all over the world. However, its requirements are strict. Most of the high-ranking officials and nobles in the human world send their children to the Cheng Hua Sect to seek a way to get started.

The first step is to test the spiritual root. If there is no spiritual root or the quality of the spiritual root is too poor, even the royal relatives of the emperor's family will be turned away.

The first step will screen out more than half of the people, and the seedlings with superior natural aptitude, that is, those with a single spiritual root, are rare, and being able to detect three spiritual roots is already blessed by heaven.

The protagonist, Shoufeng Yulou, has a single fire spiritual root, which is uniquely endowed. He stands out from the many seedlings and is directly accepted by the head of the sect.

The second step is the trial environment. Many seedlings are put into the environment to hone their minds and exercise their physical fitness. Those who pass the test will stay, and the rest will enter the outer door. They can continue to go through the trials or give up halfway to go Leave it casual.

The third step is to discern the mind. After all, the sect once had traitors like Yang Wei, so the sect finally no longer only focused on talent, but devoted some attention to the character of the newly recruited disciples.Those with bad intentions will be directly excluded from the qualifications. After all, the sect only accepts children between the ages of eight and 16. They have little experience, straightforward thoughts, and can tell what is going on in their minds.

In the previous life, the original owner accepted the protagonist Gong as his apprentice at the trial meeting.

To be precise, it was not received, but robbed.

Hard grab.

The protagonist, Gong Minhangyuan, is a rare mutated Leilingen once in a thousand years. He has a special physique, and his cultivation speed is extremely fast. He can master the swordsmanship that ordinary people spend half a month or even a month in just a few days. amazing.

On the day of the trial meeting, he showed his sharpness and amazed everyone, but the original owner fell in love with him for some reason, and insisted on accepting him as a disciple regardless of his disregard. At the meeting, only the headmaster had a sullen face, and he walked away as soon as the trial meeting was over.

Everyone knows that the head of the sect cherishes talents the most, and can't see this kind of violent behavior. Meng Yunchi is just a vase that makes waves everywhere with the image of a fairy, and he has nothing to show for it. To give Min Hangyuan to him as his apprentice is simply burning cranes and cooking pianos for nothing. It ruined the talent that Min Hangyuan had waited for many years to meet once.

But the result remained unchanged, Meng Yunchi accepted such a young apprentice with the acquiescence of the Immortal Venerable.

However, Minhangyuan's nightmare really began.

The original owner never accepted him as a disciple because of any talent, he was just jealous.

Jealousy to the max.

He stumbled to raise his cultivation level to the golden core stage, but he hadn't seen a breakthrough for a long time. His senior brothers of the same generation had already reached the level of god transformation and even emptiness, leaving him far behind.

Over time, the mentality of the original owner gradually became distorted. He no longer tried every means to refine his cultivation, and only relied on the magic treasures rewarded by the immortals to live in vain, until he saw Min Hangyuan, and his favored by the heavens Amazing qualifications.

His jealousy, his arrogance, his meanness, and all the malice he put on Min Hangyuan determined his final outcome.

To be honest, Meng Yunchi has never seen such a stupid and vicious person as the original owner. He once thought that this kind of person only existed in novels.

What are you trying to do? A good hand of cards was played badly.

Like a fool.

But he thought of the tragic ending of the original owner with no bones left in the end, and he felt a little disgusted with the matter of accepting apprentices.

[Ding~The plot is triggered, the mission is being checked—the verification is completed, the mission: please accept the protagonist as a disciple on the day of the trial meeting, there will be 6% progress when the mission is completed, and the current mission progress value is: 5%]

...I'm really afraid of something.

Wen Yin wiped his smooth and beautiful black hair dry, "Mr. has just woken up, and he must be easily tired and sleepy. Wen Yin will not bother Mr. for now, you have a good rest."

Meng Yunchi stared at the scroll intently, and said softly, "Yes."

Wen Yin turned and went out.

Meng Yunchi stretched out his hand to turn the pages of the scroll. He doesn't need to sleep at all now, but he can study dot matrix diagrams to pass the time.The life of a monk is extremely monotonous, comparable to his previous hospital life.

Fortunately, Meng Yunchi is a patient person.

The next day, Fengxi sent a spiritual message to Meng Yunchi, asking him to come to Mingxi Palace.Mingxi Palace is the residence of Fengxi—one person alone, occupying an aurora, with pavilions, pavilions, winding corridors, rockery and stone bridges, and gurgling lakes surrounding the pavilions. The Shaoyue Palace in Fengxi is exquisite and elegant, and the Mingxi Palace in Fengxi can be called beautiful and exquisite.

From this we can see Cheng Huazong's solid foundation.

Feng Xi looked at him carefully, with a smile on his lips: "But there is still some discomfort"

Meng Yunchi lowered his head and took a sip of the hot tea brought up by the maidservant. The steam of the tea covered his expression: "No."

"That's good." Feng Xi leaned back on the chair slightly, "Speaking of which, I have been in retreat for more than two hundred years, and it's hard for you to live there for so long."

"Master's decision is like this, the disciple will naturally not have any objections."

Feng Xi's eyes lightly passed over his lowered eyes, "But you seem to be a lot stranger to me," he stood up, and the face of Huashuang Saixue was full of kindness: "You are angry."

Seeing that the little apprentice didn't answer, his eyes stopped on the belt around his empty waist, "I know you've been down for 200 years," he sighed, "After all, what you did 200 years ago was really too much, This is the first time Yun Hua has been so angry. You have given away that wishful pattern jade pendant, and I will exchange it for you with a pair of jade pendants."

Yun Hua is the head of the Chenghua Sect, and in the memory of the original owner, he was a tall, silent and unsmiling person, with a cold face all day long, and almost never showed any other expressions.

Although they studied under the same person, they hardly talked to each other.

Because Yunhua doesn't like Meng Yunchi.

His two senior brothers didn't like him very much.

Feng Xi took out a pair of extremely beautiful rubies from his sleeves, "Get up."

Meng Yunchi stood up according to him.

Feng Xi held the jade on his belt, with a smooth moon-white tassel hanging from it, Feng Xi withdrew his hand, smiled and said to him: "This ruby ​​really suits you."

This intimate gesture has exceeded the distance that a normal master and student should have.

Meng Yunchi took a step back indiscriminately, "Thank you, Master, for the reward."

"Don't thank me," Feng Xi tilted his head, "Are you still unfamiliar?"

Meng Yunchi thought to himself: I don't know if you are unfamiliar or not, but you were not like this in front of the original owner before.

What's wrong with this fairy

He didn't stay in the hall for long and resigned early.

Feng Xi's eyes followed him until the other party's figure disappeared at the entrance of the hall, Feng Xi's eyes became extremely gloomy in vain, he raised his hand and swept the priceless set of blue and white porcelain teacups on the table to the ground, in the ping-pong-pong Eyes full of crimson in the crackling sound.

"Forget it, forget it all!!!" He suddenly went crazy, put two fingers together with his hands, and used his fingers as a sword to strike at the long table. Gully, the sword kept going, and it went straight to the outside of the palace. Fengxi suddenly regained his senses and withdrew his momentum, and the sword intent that almost split half of the mountain disappeared silently on the way.

He laughed idiotically, the scarlet in his eyes slowly faded after the experience just now, and whispered: "It doesn't matter if you forget, anyway, you will belong to me sooner or later."

Whether in the past or in the future.

Fengxi made a formula casually, and the ruins of the Mingxi Palace, like a storm swept by, instantly returned to their original state.

He sat back on the chair with a peaceful expression, slowly picked up the blue and white porcelain tureen, took a sip of tea, and slightly closed his slender eyelashes, covering the expression in those amber eyes.

After Meng Yunchi returned to Shaoyue Hall, he took off the jade pendant around his waist. The pair of red jades were not pure color, the middle part was red enough to bleed, but there were some white around them, with red filaments attached, which were blurry, unrealistic, far away. Look like a pair of eyes.

Although the jade was beautiful, it gave him an extremely weird feeling. After wearing it for a long time, he felt heart palpitations for no reason.

He tidied up the jade and put it in the ring, not intending to wear it on his body.

Meng Yunchi saw the brocade box containing the long sword in the ring, and took it out. The sword had a strange aura and appeared inexplicably. After thinking for a while, he opened the brocade box, but found that the long sword inside was no longer there. tracked.

Gone

The brocade box was empty, and the Najie was placed in Wen Yin's hands before, but Meng Yunchi knew his character.Wen Yin would not do such a thing, but the long sword appeared for no reason, and then disappeared inexplicably.

Meng Yunchi put the brocade box away.

Forget it, if it disappears, it disappears, maybe this novel world is just stuck with a bug.

A few days later, he went to pay respects to the Immortal Venerable as usual, and met his elder senior brother, the head of the Chenghua Sect—Yun Hua in the hall.