The full-level master just wants to be a waste

Ning Rong had indeed prepared with Elder Xuantangfeng before, and was quite familiar with the process.

Generally speaking, where is the conference held, where is the competition venue, where are the seats arranged for the elders to watch, and which sects are invited to watch...these are not bad, and the previous ones can also be used.

But it is still a very labor-intensive thing to want to have no mistakes.

Not to mention some small details.

Sending posts to sects you have made friends with, what does the post look like, how to write it, who can send it to express importance, where the guests live...

The apprenticeship ceremony after the conference, what dishes to serve at the banquet, and what decorations to place at the banquet...

Rao Ning Rong had worked with the elders before, but now when he really handles everything by himself, he is still surprised by the complexity of various trivial matters.

Running around for these things every day has never been idle.

The person who said she was waiting for her senior sister to show her off was sitting lazily on the stone chair—let's call it laziness, she sat very straight, and her back was always straight.

——But if you say that she is straight, she just looks listless and her eyelids are about to droop at any time.

Just like that, I took the sketch of the banquet seats sent by the people below, looked at it twice, and said the opinion to the point.

The people below took it over and over again to correct it, and then came back and showed it to her after the correction was completed.

Fu Xia took it over, held it up and looked at it twice, as if holding such a piece of paper was very tired, quickly put his elbow on the table, put the paper on the table, looked at it twice, and then Hate that iron can't make steel: "Elder Qingxuzong is important, and he has to move his seat to the front, but he can't move the position of elder Xuanjianzong—last year, the son of Xuanjianzong and the daughter of our elder Xixuefeng married. Daoist, how can it be considered as a kiss? How can you put the seat back?"

The man then took it back and changed it, and brought it to show Fu Xia, and met Ning Rong on the way.

He simply showed it to Ning Rong first, and told Ning Rong what happened just now, his tone full of admiration: "Senior Sister Fu Xia is really amazing, I didn't expect so much."

Ning Rong didn't know that her junior sister was so good at dealing with the world, so she was a little surprised.

I glanced at the picture hastily, but didn't see any problem, so I returned it to the little disciple and said, "I'll show it to Junior Sister Fu Xia when I go back."

Show Fu Xia again and sigh again.

"I told you to change it. How can you change the position of the Chenlang Pavilion this time? The Chenlang Pavilion has always been on good terms with us, so his position cannot be changed!"

Ning Rong was still looking at the picture and wanted to know what was wrong, when she saw that Fu Xia seemed helpless, sighed, took a pen from the table, and began to modify the picture.

Those who have always been friends with each other, those who have high status, those who have been close to each other, those who have helped Nian Hanzong before...

The positions of the many sects are arranged one by one, and each is appropriate.

Ning Rong looked at the deleted and added words on the picture, admiring in her heart.

But this admiration soon changed its taste.

She involuntarily followed the nib of the pen that was erasing, erasing and modifying on the paper all the way up, the thin stem of the pen, the onion-like hand holding the pen, and the white and thin wrist.It may be because he put his hand on the table just now, and there is a red mark on the arm exposed under the light blue sleeve...

Like a red plum in the snow.

Ning Rong felt an indescribable itch in her heart. She had been so busy working on the conference these past few days, but seeing this scene, she felt as if her heart was on fire for some reason.

It's like a feather is gently scratching.

Ning Rong was still in a daze, but Fu Xia had already changed everything here, and handed over the paper to the disciples to arrange the seats.

The disciple clicked his tongue in admiration, took the paper and walked away.

And Fu Xia looked at the little backer who didn't know why he lost his mind, and then thought about his performance just now, and his heart skipped a beat.

Wouldn't it mean that if I did this, I would collapse the useless character set that I finally created?

Fu Xia was still thinking, when he saw Ning Rong shift his eyes to his face little by little.

Subconsciously, Fu Xia avoided Ning Rong's gaze, supported his forehead with his left hand, and slumped to the side in a weak voice: "These things are really too difficult, senior sister..."

She raised her head and looked at Ning Rong pleadingly: "I really can't learn it. I don't want to do these things anymore. My head hurts right now."

Ning Rong: "..."

Really, but I think you are very skilled in lifting weights like light.

Ning Rong didn't think much of it at first, at most she thought that her little junior sister seemed to be very powerful.

Now being agitated by Fu Xia's performance, he felt something was wrong.

The junior sister seems to be really powerful.

Ning Rong was thinking about the blueprint that Fu Xia had just revised.

Not only does he know the ways of the world, but he is also very sensitive to these things, and those details will be considered.After all, those who can come to Nian Hanzong to watch the Zongmen Conference must be sects that have a good relationship with Nianhan Zong and help each other, but this relationship is also divided into one, two, three, and four.

Ning Rong thinks that she can't make everyone feel neglected like Fu Xia.

And when Junior Sister was just writing, it seemed that even the handwriting was very beautiful...

Ning Rong, who was only looking at Fu Xia's wrist just now, recalled the words that Fu Xia had just written, but vaguely remembered that they were beautiful characters, but couldn't remember exactly how beautiful they were.

Another regret flooding up like a tide.

Diluted a little bit of doubt in Ning Rong's heart - that's all, anyway, Junior Sister is definitely not a person who knows nothing like she said.

Maybe it's a little more powerful than what I usually see.

Ning Rong's heart turned back and forth, but in the end she just nodded: "Okay, there's no need to do it."

Before Fu Xia was happy, Ning Rong said regretfully, "I was thinking that you and I would go down the mountain with me to send invitations to Chenlang Pavilion. But after thinking about it, I have to go shopping again. It's troublesome. You still don't..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Xia interrupted him.

She doesn't have a headache now, and she doesn't feel listless anymore. She sits upright and her eyes are shining brightly: "Senior sister, you are wrong! How can it be troublesome to go down the mountain?!"

Ning Rong looked at Fu Xia with a smile.

Fu Xia has always known that her little backer knows that most of her weakness is due to acting, but she also knows that her little backer is very tolerant to her, so she said confidently: "I know, even if It's at the foot of the mountain, so my senior sister will definitely protect me, with my senior sister around, why would I be in trouble? I have such a good relationship with my senior sister, so I definitely want to go down the mountain with my senior sister to solve my problems!"

Fu Xia knew that Ning Rong knew that he just wanted to go down the mountain and go out to play, and that Ning Rong would definitely let him go down the mountain.

But looking across the table, I don't know why the ears are a little red and the eyes are doting, and the senior sisters are still a little shy.

When it came time to go down the mountain, Fu Xia realized that it was not him and his little backer.

Xu Zhaohan and Gu Yu are also there.Behind him was a huge group of Nian Hanzong disciples.

Divided into more than a dozen groups, each went to different sects.

Two days later, we will gather in the town under Nianhanzong Mountain and go shopping together.

Ning Rong arranged everything and watched the others leave in groups.

After all the people at the mountain gate had left, she turned and looked at Fu Xia.

Fu Xia looked expectantly down the mountain, at the village below the long stone steps, and couldn't wait to know what the world would be like 700 years later.

Ning Rong looked at Fu Xia who looked like a bird nestling on a branch and looked down, and always felt that if she had wings now, she would definitely fly away by herself.

She took out her sword, put it on the ground, and reached out to Fu Xia who was still looking down the mountain.

"Let's go, Junior Sister Fu Xia."

The author says:

There is no chicken soup today...

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