Chapter 118 I think the first version is still the best

"Piaomiao Peak, Cheng Wu!"

The foundation-building disciple of Piaomiao Peak has advanced?

And it's second place.

Even surpassing Bai Yunfeng's direct disciples!

Four disciples came on stage to receive the awards. The two women and two men smiled businesslike at the developing stone.

The disciple who took the photo took the opportunity to upload this world-famous painting to Feisi Book.

After Old Five stepped down, Old Seventeen said indignantly, "Who does that Bai Yunfeng think he is? He still puts on a bad face when he's on stage."

"He has never fought with Lao Wu, and thinks that it is unfair to calculate the ranking of the foundation building competition based on points." Ning Mingmei said, "This is normal."

There was an undercurrent of conflict between the disciples on both the Piaomiao Peak and the Baiyun Peak. At this moment, Qi Miancheng glanced at Ning Mingmei from a distance.

There was noise all around, but Ning Mingmei was the only one surrounded by silence, like a roof ridge visible in the raging flood, with a cat standing on the roof overlooking the flood. It is unclear whether others isolated him or he isolated others.

But he remained calm, not even a strand of his hair was out of place. Disciples who care about gains and losses, elders with their own thoughts, densely packed purple and red flags, and bright clouds in the sky form the well-organized skeleton of a high-rise building. The middle-level disciples care about the ranking of their peers, the low-level servants care about their sweaty clothes, and the high-level elders care about the face of the peak. Desires and interests are kneaded into silk, and positions and human hearts are woven into a dimensionality-reducing network. The tall buildings are thus lost and pressed down into a scroll. Everyone is in this scene, leading out his own path from the myriad of entangled threads, but he thinks that he has depth of field compared to others.

But Ning Mingmei didn't care about anything in this scene. He stood on the scroll, his eyes always looking in another direction that no one present who was looking at each other could see, but in which he kept his gaze fixed firmly.

This made Qi Miancheng feel interesting, because he couldn't see clearly the direction Ning Mingmei was looking at.

"Senior Brother Qi has been paying special attention to Junior Brother Mingmei recently." Bai Ruoru said.

Qi Miancheng smiled.

There were too many people around, and Qi Miancheng regretted that he could not wave goodbye to Ning Mingmei with his soft arms as he usually did - this action was imitated by Qi Miancheng from a couple who were parting forever. When Ning Mingmei used it for the first time, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning.

The surrounding disciples were still amazed at Piaomiao Peak's turnaround. Ning Mingmei and Fang Wuyu each led their disciples to leave. Perhaps he had not yet recovered from the fact that his disciple had actually lost, Fang Wuyu did not even look at Ning Mingmei.

Only when they passed by did he say, "I look forward to your performance in the Jindan stage competition."

Ning Mingmei gave full play to the subjective initiative of the cold master and replied: "Oh."

This sentence really made Fang Wu Yu very angry. That night after returning to Piaomiao Peak, Ning Mingmei heard that Fang Wuyu had called over his most beloved Jindan-stage disciple.

He also personally handed him one of his top-grade magic weapons.

"You are not as strong as us, so you come to help us from the sidelines." Several disciples shouted, "This is not fair!"

Ning Mingmei silenced them with just one look. He tapped the lid of the teapot and said calmly, "What's unfair? Money is fair. Instead of talking nonsense here, why don't you think about how to study hard and make more money for me. When I have more money, I can buy top-grade magic weapons. When that time comes, you can all rent and share top-grade magic weapons from me using the Borrowing Treasure Card."

The disciples bowed their heads, feeling extremely ashamed.

"Disciple is useless!"

"Master has been wronged!"

Only the system: ...

Is there something wrong with the logic here? Wasn't Ning Mingmei's "top-grade magic weapon" earned by his disciples through crowdfunding?

Ren Miao, who was studying management technology in the back mountain, came over and added some tea for Ning Mingmei. Everyone came to Piaomiao Peak to study for a doctorate, but she was the only one who came to study for an MBA. The little girl did not yet know the significance of her status and the exemption of tuition fees, but she still worked hard.

Ning Mingmei took a sip of tea and asked Bai Bugui: "What is that magic weapon?"

Bai Bugui once again felt his presence under the gaze of everyone, and once again verified the rationality of taking the path of Ning Mingmei's confidant. He straightened his chest and raised his head and said, "Red Lotus Banner."

"Red lotus... sounds like it's made of lotus?"

No matter how hard they tried, they could not figure out the beauty of this banner. The next morning was the match between Wen Siheng and Gui Taoran. Ning Mingmei urged everyone to go back to sleep.

He first drove away the Foundation Establishment disciples, and then said to the four Golden Core disciples who remained and the only one who advanced, Old Five: "Do you remember what I told you?"

The five disciples said in unison: "Life comes first, competition comes second. Only by keeping a healthy body can we do academic research for Master."

Ning Mingmei: "Well said, what's the second sentence?"

This time, the four disciples blushed and were too embarrassed to speak. Ning Mingmei asked again: "If you are going to lose, what should you do when you lose?"

Only Lin Heting shouted with a red face: "It must fall to the ground as beautifully as the sweet-scented osmanthus! I can no longer see the sweet-scented osmanthus of Piaomiao Peak..."

Gui Taoran: "A so-called swordsman should also leave with a smile at this time, right? Unfortunately, I have already..."

Wen Siheng: "At least at this moment, please look at me for the last time..."

Bai Bugui: "I'm sorry, I can't... come back to you anymore."

Lao Wu only had one sentence.

Lao Wu: "Actually... I... am... to you..."

And then it was gone.

And fell into each other's arms, singing "The wind is too strong, I can't hear you clearly."

Ning Mingmei: "Okay, go to sleep."

The five disciples fled instantly as if they had been pardoned. Ning Mingmei nodded with satisfaction: "The current Piao Miao Peak is very disciplined."

System: "I think they were scared away. Fang Wuyu spent money to win the game. Does this make you feel a sense of urgency?"

They have all started practicing their death lines.

But Ning Mingmei was surprisingly calm today: "To be honest, a little bit."

It was like a long-silent string being plucked out of a hollow note. The system asked carefully: "Tell me the truth... you don't want to lose? Why?"

"I have reasons why I must win." Ning Mingmei said.

The system was waiting for Ning Mingmei to give his reasons, or a new joke to conceal his emotions. But it only saw Ning Mingmei taking out the fifteenth version of the plan from Sikong Tang that Ren Miao handed to him.

And watched Ning Mingmei draw countless circles on it... and finally changed it to a cross.

Ning Mingmei called his disciples and said, "Go back and tell the designer of Sikong Hall that I think the first version is the best."

...I revised it more than ten times and finally it became the first version. Are you kidding me?

Let’s not talk about how Ada was almost provoked to reveal her inner demons that day. Ning Mingmei didn't say anything on the surface, but he was always thinking about the "Red Lotus Banner" in his heart.

What is the red lotus banner?

According to the integration algorithm given by Ning Mingmei, there is only one thing that will definitely lead to his failure.

——That is Fang Wuyu’s disciple who ranked in the top three.

"But as a celestial dragon, you can always get some lucky props on the road of life, skip the 30-second commercial, and take a shortcut to the top." Ning Mingmei said in a flat tone, "But just to be on the safe side..."

He thought about it and put down his pen again.

The moonlight reflected on the profile of the young man in front of the desk. He lowered his eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

“It seems like I don’t have insurance.”

The best magic weapon cannot be bought with money in a short period of time.

And it’s just such a small amount of money.

"You think with just a few months of hard work you can defeat his accumulation of several generations?"

The system didn't hear clearly, so it asked Ning Mingmei: "What did you just say?"

Ning Mingmei: "It's a joke."

Looking at Ning Mingmei's relaxed expression, it does seem quite funny.

Ning Mingmei packed up his things and prepared to go back to the snow cave to sort out his accounts.

When he stepped over the threshold, a gentle breeze blew, blowing up his black robe.

A bright moon illuminated the large open space in front of the Caixue Palace, along with a stone table and stone bench that had been abandoned for a long time. The head of the sect in white was sitting on a stone bench, straightening his clothes. When he saw him coming out, he said, "Brother, do you want to play a game of hand-to-hand with me?"

The head of the sect smiled, his expression profound.

...Who can play chess with AI?

Qi Miancheng's visit in the middle of the night must have a reason. Ning Mingmei then simply sat down opposite him and gave an even more straightforward reply.

“I can’t play chess.”

Sect Leader Qi: "Brother Mingmei, I respect your opinion. In fact, playing chess is just an excuse for me to chat with you."

Ning Mingmei: "..."

Master Qi: "Therefore, you don't have to be nervous. During the conversation, you can randomly drop your chess pieces. This will not be counted as winning or losing the game. It is just to relax our fingers and make this conversation more relaxed and more layered."

Ning Mingmei: "How can it be so relaxing?"

Sect Leader Qi: "When you don't want to talk to me, you can pretend to be thinking about your next move. Although I will know that you are just pretending to think, in fact, you don't want to chat with me. But I will also fully show that I am waiting for your move. Although, I am also making moves randomly. Because the basis of a game involving two parties is fairness."

Ning Mingmei: ...

Sect Leader Qi: "Haha, Junior Brother Mingmei, do you feel that this conversation has become more relaxed?"

"Because the basis of a game involving two parties is fairness." Ning Mingmei suddenly said, "Is this the reason why Senior Brother came to see me?"

There is a chessboard engraved on the stone table, with grids crisscrossing across it. Qi Miancheng had a jar of black pieces next to him, and Ning Mingmei had a jar of white pieces next to him.

The first black piece has already landed on one of the players on the chessboard.

Qi Miancheng has already made his move. He made a move, but his smiling eyes were black and white: "Junior brother, please."

Ning Mingmei picked up the white piece. Qi Miancheng said: "Brother, do you know the poem written by Wu Jinshu? Every position on the chessboard can be regarded as a word."

"Really?" Ning Mingmei asked, "I heard there is a position without a word."

He placed the white piece in the only position without a word.

Tianyuan.

The two made a move while talking.

"I heard that Junior Brother Fang gave his Red Lotus Banner to his disciple in order to help him win. Although the Red Lotus Banner cannot be fully utilized even at the Golden Core stage, his intense reaction was really too embarrassing." Qi Miancheng said in a commentary tone, "As a member of the royal family, he couldn't let go of even a trivial face."

Ning Mingmei asked: "What is the red lotus banner?"

"Junior brother, have you ever heard of a divine object owned by the royal family of the human world? The Buddha Fire Red Lotus. Nine kinds of strange fire gathered into the shape of a lotus, which is always burning and is also called the 'fire within fire'." Qi Miancheng said, "The Red Lotus Banner refined a fallen petal of the Buddha Fire Red Lotus - of course, the fallen petal is also a flame."

Fire within fire.

Ning Mingmei thought of the lotus lamp and its wick in Weng Xingyun's notes. The Tongtian vine is the best of all trees. Now, with Gui Taoran's efforts and his own funding, the Guanghan Laurel has been growing well in the greenhouse made with money on Piaomiao Peak, and the Tongtian vine has also been moved there.

It turns out that Fire in Fire is in the royal family of the human world?

Ning Mingmei didn't show any emotion on his face: "That Senior Brother Fang really thinks highly of me."

He dropped another piece. Qi Miancheng said: "But this is not fair."

"Unfair? Senior brother, do you care about the fairness of Qingji Sect?" Ning Mingmei said, "I almost forgot that you are the head of Qingji Sect and have just ascended to the Mahayana stage. Your vision and perspective are unmatched by anyone."

The young man held up his sleeve with one hand and played chess with the other, revealing a section of his slender, white arm stretched out from his black and gold sleeve. Because he was so thin, the blue blood veins under his skin were faintly visible.

I heard that Ning Mingmei has hardly slept in recent days.

Qi Miancheng lowered his eyes and stared at the arm. He had some associations.

Perhaps when someone first crushes this arm, he would think he is crushing a ball of snow - but soon, just like the blue blood veins under the skin - that person would find that he was crushing a bundle of bamboo.

The bamboo is wrapped in snow, thorny and hard.

It is hollow and can pierce a person's hand, leaving the thorn in the person's fingertips.

Just like the expression on Ning Mingmei's face when he said this. His eyelashes are very long, framing his eyes, so when he looks at you and says this, it seems like he really means it.

But Ning Mingmei's words were hollow.

Qi Miancheng dropped a black piece. He said: "I think the responsibility of the head of the sect also includes maintaining fair order, right? Baiyun Peak and Piaomiao Peak are both peaks of Qingji Sect. There is no reason to favor one over the other or to fight against each other. Junior brother, so I plan to..."

I will also give you one of my magic weapons.

Ning Mingmei only had one thing to say about this.

"Brother, do you want money?"

Qi Miancheng: "No, Junior Brother."

Ning Mingmei: "Then I want it."

Free things are like free soda and pizza at academic conferences. Anyone who doesn't take them is a fool.

Qi Miancheng said: "Okay, Junior Brother, we might as well go get it tonight."

Ning Mingmei: "Thank you, Brother. This thing is not in your room, is it?"

——My room is quite big, would you like to come and have a look?

Qi Miancheng: "Of course not."

Ning Mingmei had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Qi Miancheng slowly say, "It's in the forbidden area of ​​Qingji Sect."

Ning Mingmei: ...

How could it be in a forbidden area? Is there any curse on this thing?

Qi Miancheng: "Of course not. It's just that the essence of the forbidden area is just a place to store things. And it's quite safe. As the head of the sect, I often put my own things in it. Even if it's just an ordinary pen."

Is this okay?

Qi Miancheng: "Because my property is as important as the property in the forbidden area of ​​Qingji Sect. Haha. It feels so good to share secrets with my junior brother."

…

"So, Junior Brother, do you want to go into the forbidden area of ​​Qingji Sect and take a look?"

Qi Miancheng stared at Ning Mingmei with his clear black and white eyes.