Chapter 116: Photographing Mount Emei

After the weekly group meeting, Ning Mingmei asked all the disciples to leave, feeling quite refreshed.

"The Qingyan Competition is an extracurricular activity, and academic research is part of our daily life. As disciples, you must also do your own job well."

"And how can competition not be a part of academics? If you experience it with your heart, you will learn what I want to teach you in the competition."

"I've said before that every competition is an experiment. After every competition, you have to hand in a lab report to me the next day. It must be handwritten and in the correct format."

"In addition to the analysis of the strength competition, the experimental report also needs to include an analysis of the expected and actual value of popularity growth. In this regard, Old Twelve did a great job. He was able to control the error within 0.5%."

Recalling what he had said at the group meeting, Ning Mingmei handed the experimental report in his hand to Ren Miao and called Wen Siheng over.

"In a few days, the Foundation Establishment Competition will decide the winner, and the Golden Core Competition will begin." Ning Mingmei said confidently, "You, Lin Heting, Gui Taoran, and Bai Bugui take these lab reports and have them corrected in detail. Don't underestimate the task of correcting reports, it will bring you unique benefits. It will be of great benefit to your personal growth. For this, I even sacrificed my own opportunity to read the lab reports."

Wen Siheng took the pile of reports that made Ren Miao's hands tremble, and tears filled his eyes because of this kindness: "Yes! Master."

Ning Mingmei said to the system: "That's great, another blame is thrown out. Now I can earn the experiment funds with more peace of mind."

system:……

That's what a mentor is. The experimental report requires two "hands", one is written by the disciple and the other is revised by another disciple.

Wen Siheng took the report but didn't go down immediately. Ning Mingmei was originally taking mint leaves out of the box. He freed up his hands to ask him, "What's wrong? Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"No, nothing." Wen Siheng whispered, "Master, I am..."

He suddenly put the lab reports on the ground and kowtowed deeply to Ning Mingmei: "Disciple is deeply grateful for Master's kindness!"

Ning Mingmei: "I understand. Let's go to work."

Wen Siheng said loudly: "Master's great kindness is like a downpour of rain. I, a disciple, will not be able to repay you even a little bit. In the past, people inside and outside the peak often talked about Master, but I was lucky enough to enter Piaomiao Peak. Now that Master treats me so well, I really don't know what to say to thank you and express my feelings. I just want to say that Master is the best master in the world. I am willing to follow Master in the Jindan stage, and I will also accompany Master in the Yuanying stage. Master is so kind, sincere, and generous in guidance..."

Ning Mingmei actually held the can and leaned back several inches: "Why are you saying such scary things? You talk so much, so the number of words in your recent reviews must be very small."

"I lost my father when I was young, and grew up with my mother, sister, and brother. My family was poor, and I worked with my mother to wash clothes for people in Xiancheng since I was young, relying on a few copper coins to supplement the family income." Wen Siheng said slowly, "When I was seven years old, I went to deliver clothes to a wealthy family in Xiancheng, and passed by their home school, but my steps were a little slower... Then they beat me up for 'stealing the immortal skills from their family'."

"It was the coldest time of winter. After they beat the disciple, they threw him outside by the glacier. The money for washing that bag of clothes was only 20 copper coins... The disciples in the family school used pen holders made of gold and jade, but the managers kept saying that I 'wanted to steal the unique magic' and didn't even give me 20 copper coins... When I was pressed to the ground and beaten with a stick, I clearly heard them chatting. One person said that he went out gambling yesterday and accidentally lost a penny of silver. Another person said that a penny of silver was just the money for a meal. Obviously, a penny of silver was just the money for a meal for them, so why didn't they even give me 20 copper coins..." Wen Siheng was talking, and he even forgot to call himself a "disciple". "I walked by the glacier for a long time that day. It was late at night and the wind was cold, but I didn't dare to go home."

"I was afraid that my mother, my brother, and my sister would ask me where the twenty copper coins had gone."

"Later, an old Taoist priest came to the city. He said I had the talent to cultivate immortality, and the talent was very high. I didn't dare to believe him at all... How could such a good thing happen to someone as poor as me? I was afraid he was here to cheat me out of my money." Wen Siheng choked up, "I worked for people in the city, selling fish, newspapers, and carrying things... The promised 80 copper coins were either shortchanged or delayed. It was said to be paid on the first of this month, but it was delayed to the 15th. When I asked on the 15th, they said it would be paid next month. In the end, I left the stall and didn't get the money."

"Until the old Taoist priest was about to die... He said that the Qingji Sect came to the Immortal City to recruit disciples, and asked me to go over and take a look... He said that when he was a child, he lived in a small village and was as poor as me. When he was young, he was arrogant because of his talent, and he would not enter unless he entered the Qingji Sect. He must use the success of entering the world's number one sect to comfort his dignity when he was young because of his poor family and was humiliated by the villagers. When that day comes, he will hang up lights and hold the Qingji Sect's token in his hand like a flying flag, telling all those who bullied him that he is now in the Qingji Sect, the world's number one immortal sect... Later, he went to the Qingji Sect's recruitment five times, and he didn't pass once... He always thought that maybe next time, there would be fewer candidates with good qualifications in the Immortal City, and then he would be selected. And he failed five times in the Qingji Sect, how could he tell his family calmly that he finally entered another immortal sect."

"But time passed, and the old Taoist priest got old. The disciple in charge of recruitment told him that he would not be selected. The old Taoist priest returned to the village where he lived in his childhood, but all the people who bullied him were dead. He drew his sword and looked around, feeling lost. All the people he wanted to take revenge on were dead, so where should he go?"

"During this year's recruitment, the old alchemist calculated that his time was up. He was clearly about to die, but he still wanted to come here to take one more look. He has no wife or daughter in his life, and he has nowhere else to go. He told me that since you have talent, don't let yourself regret it."

"So I went, and I got the token of Qingji Sect's outer disciple. I never thought that this day would come."

"My mother was very hesitant at first. Because my brother and sister said that it would cost a lot of money to go to Qingji Sect to practice. Later, the neighbor lady persuaded her that Qingji Sect was the best sect in the world and that its disciples had a bright future. If one person achieved enlightenment, it would bring honor to the family and everyone in the family would rise to heaven. By then, I could get the remaining three people in the family into Qingji Sect and let them become officials."

"At first, I also thought that I could do it. The only thing I need to worry about is whether it is moral or not. When my father was alive, he said that one should do things with a clear conscience. I thought, maybe I don't need to use these... means that make me feel guilty."

"I am a disciple of the Qingji Sect, the number one sect in the world. Along the way, I have put in more effort than so many people. I will definitely earn a lot of money in a fair and clean way to support my mother, sister, and brother. When the time comes, no one will have to wander by the glacier all night, afraid to go home, just for the twenty copper coins that can't be taken back. We will definitely live... a happy and bright life."

"Otherwise, why would everyone want to join the Qingji Sect? Otherwise, why would everyone want to practice hard?"

"But I..."

Wen Siheng said this and finally sniffed. His eyes were red, and only his eyelashes were like stubborn riverbanks, holding back tears. "But after I entered Qingji Sect, I found that I was no different from everyone else. Qingji Sect has many excellent peaks, very wealthy elders, and very precious natural treasures. Those children of aristocratic families who came to Qingji Sect were able to make many remarkable achievements. Those resources and praises, like butterflies, fluttered into their arms."

"Outside, in front of others, they can proudly call themselves 'I am a disciple of Qingji Sect'. Everyone looks at their divine appearance and thinks so. This is how disciples of Qingji Sect should be in the eyes of the world. Then, those people tell everyone that as long as they enter Qingji Sect, they can become such a disciple. Just like the old Taoist priest and the neighbor lady said, as long as they enter Qingji Sect, they can become a superior person."

"But I... went from the outer sect to the inner sect, and from the inner sect to the inner sect, and then to becoming a direct disciple. It seems that nothing has changed for me. I can't get anything. The monthly allowance is in arrears, and everything costs money. Training costs money, traveling costs money, and my mother and brothers and sisters also need money. Even if I get the monthly allowance, it is always short of money. My life is like a hot stone. A drop of monthly allowance falls on it and quickly evaporates."

"Not to mention the competitions, secret realms, and various opportunities... I don't know any information. I want to talk to them, but I don't know how to start. It's as if they are the disciples of Qingji Sect, the medals of Qingji Sect, and I am just the shadow of Qingji Sect - a shadow hidden behind and trampled in the mud."

"The old Taoist priest and my mother said I was a genius, and the head of the Steward Hall said I didn't work hard enough. Perhaps, I am really not as talented as others, nor as hardworking as others."

Ning Mingmei: ...

"So, Master," Wen Siheng said, "after you came out of retreat, I was finally able to get my monthly allowance on time and in full... It's still 2,700, more than double what it was before... During these days of the competition, you gave us so many shopping cards at the Education Store that we could buy not only Coke and Sprite, but also brushes and bamboo slips for daily use."

Those were all tributes extorted from Shen Liwan.

"And make us new clothes."

That was all for the official debut of Piao Miao Feng Boys Group.

"Teach us etiquette, how to behave, so that we won't be laughed at by those disciples for being 'from the countryside'."

That's all to use you to gain popularity.

"He also let us use the Feisi Book and taught us how to practice in person." Wen Siheng said, "Master, the disciples in the peak sect sometimes complain. But we all know that in their hearts, they are more grateful to Master than anyone else. Master..."

"You made us feel for the first time that we have finally become disciples of the Qingji Sect."

"There is nothing we could be more grateful for."

Ning Mingmei: ...

In a corner not described in the original book, what have his disciples been doing since Ning Mingmei was aloof and acting as the most beautiful woman on the mountain?

"All scholars in the world should believe that they can change their destiny through studying." Ning Mingmei said calmly, "If they waver, it is definitely not their fault."

But the world.

Ning Mingmei's seat was at the front of the Caixue Hall. Behind him is a huge stained glass window. The afternoon sunlight will shine through the gaps in the stained glass windows, illuminating the Snow-Cai Xue Hall in beams.

So Wen Siheng knelt down, tears streaming down his face, looking extremely embarrassed because of his genuine gratitude.

But it was shrouded in beams of light, like a speck of illuminated dust.

Ning Mingmei sat upright on the throne, facing the light. The light fell on the back of the jade-inlaid throne, reflecting only the warmth and coolness of the gold and jade.

His face was shrouded in darkness.

"Okay, I know what you mean, get up." Ning Mingmei said, "Correct the lab report carefully. There are people waiting outside."

Wen Siheng choked up: "Master..."

Ning Mingmei: "Next time when I ask you to cut my hair, just don't yell."

...Wen Siheng covered his eyes and went downstairs.

Ning Mingmei was still sitting on the throne. He played with the mint box in his hand for a while and said, "The little bit that slipped out of my hands is enough to make them so grateful."

"Oh."

The last sound was like smoke, disappearing in the bright afternoon sun.

He said this lightly, but the system gradually opened its eyes wide.

It received it.

The energy from Ning Mingmei's emotional value.

The system remained relatively silent at this moment - it did not let Ning Mingmei discover this.

Fortunately, someone provided cover for it.

The one who came in against the bright sunshine was Fang Wuyu.

"Everyone says that Junior Brother's Piao Miao Peak is deserted, but today it seems that Piao Miao Peak is very lively. Some are lecturing, some are laughing, and some are even crying to Junior Brother." Fang Wu Yu said.

Ning Mingmei's voice sounded a little lazy, as if he didn't really want to pretend with Fang Wuyu at this moment: "Brother, what you said is quite biased. Wen Siheng's words made me cry."

"It's just a common occurrence for all living beings. Wen Siheng had it, and so did all the disciples. Why make a fuss?" Fang Wuyu said, "It's not easy to stand out in the world's number one immortal sect. Wen Siheng is very lucky to have achieved what he has today."

Ning Mingmei finally looked at him this time.

Ning Mingmei had her hair cut by Wen Siheng a few days ago, and now it has returned to its ear-length length. Without the cover of hair, his neck looked even longer. It was tilted forward, and he looked at him with his chin slightly raised.

The color of the eyes is like amber.

"The people around Senior Brother look unfamiliar."

Fang Wuyu said: "You have caused chaos in Qingji Sect in recent days. What is your intention?"

Only Bai Mian, who was standing next to him, felt a jolt in his heart.

This confirms that it was Ning Mingmei who caused this chaos.

And he was also questioned by Fang Wuyu for this!

Ning Mingmei: "The people around Senior Brother look unfamiliar."

Fang Wuyu said: "The disciples of Qingji Sect are not motivated to make progress, and they are obsessed with tricks like Feisi Book and Coke and Sprite all day long. As the leader of Qingji Sect, you are so disrespectful."

Ning Mingmei: "The people around Senior Brother look unfamiliar."

Fang Wuyu asked: "Don't you have anything to say about this?"

Ning Mingmei: "The people around Senior Brother look unfamiliar."

Fang Wuyu: "This man is a disciple of Minghua Valley. Disciples of Minghua Valley and Qiushi Sect were attacked and injured while gambling in the casino at the foot of the mountain gate. He came to report the situation to me."

Ning Mingmei: "Oh, that's how it is. This person is calm and doesn't seem anxious. He can be of great use."

...This person can only repeat, right? !

"Brother Fang. Sect Master Qi doesn't care about this matter, but you care a lot." Ning Mingmei leaned back and leaned his head on the throne. "Sect Master Qi said this is a good thing. Master Lu said this is a good thing. Master Yin said this is a good thing. Master Bai and Master Xiang said this is a good thing. You are the only one who thinks this matter has a problem - shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

This posture clearly exposes the fragile neck and delicate collarbone, and is a posture that can be exploited by anyone. But when it comes to Ning Mingmei, it is full of ridicule and madness.

Fang Wuyu: "Bold!"

"Besides, everyone in Qingji Sect knows that the disciples of Piaomiao Peak are the most studious and curious." Ning Mingmei said, "Brother Fang, unfortunately today I am not in the mood to deal with you. Please leave. When the results of the foundation building competition come out in a few days, we will see who will win."

"...Okay." Fang Wuyu also calmed down. "During the competition, everyone is busy. After the competition is over, I will naturally take care of this matter."

Ning Mingmei said, "Go slowly."

Fang Wu Yu turned away in anger. When leaving Piaomiao Peak, Bailixi said, "Peak Master Fang, I think it would be better for me to go to Qizhen Peak now."

Fang Wuyu was in no mood to care about him: "Go ahead."

No one is allowed to leave. Bailixi still stayed on Piaomiao Peak. He looked towards the cold snow-capped mountains with cold eyes.

He had been to this place before.

But at that time, he was just an "old friend" who was rescued by Ning Mingmei.

Reason told him that now was not a good time to pry into this matter. But people always have a bit of a lucky mentality.

Bailixi walked deeper into the snowy mountains, thinking about what he had just discovered.

The chaos in the Qingji Sect was caused by Ning Mingmei.

What supported him, making him willing to go against Fang Wuyu and make the Qingji Sect a mess?

Ning Mingmei's temperament changed drastically after he came out of seclusion.

Before the retreat, Ning Mingmei learned about his life experience and the truth about why he was brought into the Qingji Sect. Later, even in Yaochuan and Wangsheng, Ning Mingmei's methods and style were definitely not what the ignorant Ning Mingmei used to be.

What changed Ning Mingmei?

Or in other words... who does Ning Mingmei belong to now?

As a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage with a hidden identity, Bailixi soon discovered that this snow mountain was very different from before.

But there was an extremely powerful barrier that prevented him from spying.

What is Ning Mingmei using this place for... After a change of thought, Bailixi decided to implant something into the bird beside him.

A little trick.

With this little trick, the bird will become his puppet and help him to gather information about Piaomiao Peak.

Although the bird cannot enter the barrier. But there are always people coming and going inside and outside the barrier. The day when people come and go is the day when information is exposed.

After everything was arranged, Bailixi let go of the bird in his hand. He was confident that no one saw what he did.

After all, there was no aura of human cultivators around him.

Bailixi didn't know that in the thorns not far away, a red tail flashed slightly.

He returned to his usual self and carefully left along the mountain road.

But after taking a few steps, he actually met Ning Mingmei.

Ning Mingmei stood at the edge of the mountain, with his hands behind his back, looking at him.

"Are you the disciple of Minghuagu? Why are you here?" he said.

Baili Xi knew that he was now a member of Minghua Valley, so even if Ning Mingmei was suspicious, it would be difficult for him to take direct action.

He then said, "Peak Master Ning. Just now after I left Caixue Palace, Peak Master Fang walked away and told me to go back to Qizhen Peak by myself. Piaomiao Peak is too big and I got lost."

Even the slightly awkward expression was just right.

"Oh, then you go over there." Ning Mingmei said.

Bailixi thanked Ning Mingmei and walked down the mountain. But before he took two steps, a presence caught up with him.

"Don't leave yet, I have something to say to you."

It was Ning Mingmei's voice.

Bailixi's whole body tensed up.

Could it be that...

Is he going to take action?

Ning Mingmei landed beside him and whispered in his ear.

"The snow-capped mountains are cold through the ages, only the Emei Peak is illuminated."

Baimian doubted his ears.

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