Chapter 27 Workplace Harassment

"Junior Brother Mingmei?"

No one answered.

It was quiet in the snow cave on Piaomiao Peak, with a few sets of tables and chairs and an ice lantern. There is no shortage of calligraphy, paintings, or antiques.

Even several sets of clothes and hair crowns were placed on several ice platforms carved out of the wall. As the man passed by here, his brows frowned appropriately.

It was as if he had never thought that his junior fellow apprentice would live in such a place. It also seemed like she was feeling dissatisfied and pity for him.

The snow cave is empty and large, but it always has an end. In the ice room at the end, there is an ice bed lying horizontally.

The white mass was nestled on the bed of ice.

The man in white stopped in front of the bed and looked at it carefully. The person on the bed seemed to be asleep, with his body curled up and making faint breathing sounds.

The only thing was its peculiar shape—he had found a black robe sprinkled with gold from somewhere and wrapped his head with it.

The man looked at him for a while, then sat down on the other side of the ice bed.

"Since Junior Brother Mingmei has fallen asleep, I won't disturb him." He said to himself, "Let me take Junior Brother's pulse myself."

There was a sudden movement under the outer robe.

"It's Senior Brother. I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person. I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person." A half-bashful and powdered face appeared from his outer robe. "Senior Brother, why didn't you inform me when you came in? Look at what I did. I only cared about teaching the disciples and making more contributions to the Qingji Sect. I didn't even take care of my own health. As soon as I realized what was happening, I fell ill in bed... cough... cough."

His face was expressionless, but after he finished speaking, he pretended to put the hand closest to Qi Miancheng under his lips and coughed twice.

You're just in heat, why are you coughing? It's not like you've caught a cold.

The system was in Ning Mingmei's head, and he felt that his soul was trembling.

This is really depressing, it has no sexual desire at all.

"You and I are brothers, why are you so polite?" Sect Leader Qi still frowned, and looked at Ning Mingmei anxiously, "Are you feeling better now?"

Ning Mingmei: "This illness is also due to my overwork. I feel so ashamed to have caused Senior Brother to worry. My illness has slowed down the progress of Qingji Sect's work. But Senior Brother has forgiven me and personally come to visit me. I am really flattered. At this moment, I have nothing else to say except gratitude..."

"Don't move." Qi Miancheng said.

Something warm or cool fell on Ning Mingmei's forehead. It turned out to be Qi Miancheng's hand. He touched Ning Mingmei's forehead, and with his other hand he touched his own, saying, "Junior brother, your body is so hot... Junior brother, do you know what's going on?"

He then asked, "Is your body also so hot, Junior Brother?"

For example, the neck.

Although these were words of concern, the system detected that Ning Mingmei's brain waves trembled.

That signal change is very similar to the alertness that people feel when they detect unpredictable hidden danger.

System: What did Ning Mingmei notice?

Qi Miancheng's hand was still on Ning Mingmei's forehead. Ning Mingmei looked up at his fingers and said:

"The candle burns down to ashes before its tears dry up, and I will keep you warm even in the snow and ice. I am ready to be a candle, a star lighting the lamps of the Qingji Sect, a silkworm spinning silk, and a spring that nurtures people. What I mean is..."

What is burning is my passion for teaching.

Qi Miancheng lowered his eyes and looked at him for a while. His expression seemed to be slightly relieved, but he took his hand away.

Ning Mingmei: "Brother, I came back and had a good sleep, and I feel much better now."

But I couldn’t get up to entertain my senior brother.

"Seeing that my junior brother is still in good spirits, I feel a little relieved," said Qi Miancheng.

Ning Mingmei pulled down half of his outer robe, and while enduring the heat in his body, he listened to Qi Miancheng's words.

Qi Miancheng is really a bit strange.

The closer he got to him, the more the faint scent from his body filled his nose. That kind of breath was like stretching out its hands, grabbing his internal organs, and drilling into wherever there was weakness.

In fact, Ning Mingmei was the cauldron that was brought back because of Qi Miancheng's practice of "special skills".

Special technique, what is so special about this special technique? Does it have anything to do with the smell on Qi Miancheng?

We need to find a disciple to study the skills created by Qi Miancheng...won't that be the task for the remaining four people?

Thinking that the last four idle disciples also had their own projects, every disciple was busy and was working for him. Ning Mingmei felt that his mind was clear again.

Perhaps this is what it means to learn “Books are the golden house”. Learning always pays off.

Ning Mingmei blocked his nose with a piece of cloth and listened to Qi Miancheng telling his story.

After Ning Mingmei left, Qi Miancheng instructed his disciples on how to deal with the disappearance of Yanyun Tower and went to Qizhen Peak.

Whether inside or outside the books, the school’s top leaders are indeed very busy.

Qi Miancheng expressed his cordial condolences to Yu Niao and Zheng Yinshang who had just woken up. A group of leaders, both big and small, surrounded him, smiling and nodding. The head of Qizhen Peak, the medical elder Zhang Zhizhen, who was actually doing the work, was squeezed to the back and also grinned foolishly.

...Working in the school hospital should be a lucrative job. They don't treat minor illnesses, don't get treatment for major illnesses, and just collect a salary while playing with their cell phones. How did Zhang Zhizhen end up as a laborer?

Ning Mingmei's cheeks flushed and his glasses flashed a cold light.

He seemed to have discovered a new academic blue ocean.

Alas, this is what marginalized people who only know how to work are like. Speaking of which, Zhang Zhizhen is the second middle-aged female peak master among the twelve peak masters of Qingji Sect.

There is also a middle-aged female director of teaching, Liang Jiansu, and young female peak masters, Bai Ruoru and Jiang Ying.

Yu Niao woke up and expressed her gratitude even though her words were slurred. Mission accomplished, everyone dispersed.

Qi Miancheng said: "I was originally going to go back to Tiantai Peak to handle some matters. But thinking that my junior brother was not in good health, I came here first."

...Then thank you so much.

Qi Miancheng said: "Junior brother, do you really not need to go to Qizhen Peak to have a look? If you can't walk, I will help you over there."

Then Ning Mingmei can't get up. This is what you can do if you get horny on the way.

Ning Mingmei then hid in his robe and said, "Brother, this is how I exercise my will. If I go to Qizhen Peak, this exercise will not be effective."

"exercise?"

Qi Miancheng frowned to show his disapproval. Ning Mingmei said: "I heard a rumor when I went to Yaochuan City this time."

"In the distant sea, there is an island called Neon. The monks on the island are ambitious. When their children are five or six years old, they train naked in the ice and snow. The backpacks they carry have black iron inside, which can block spiritual bullets. Compared with them, our little monks are like flowers in a greenhouse!" Ning Mingmei said, "From this illness, I also want to cultivate my ninja spirit. Brother, don't talk about whether it is hard or tiring. I have just started training now, and I am already three hundred years late."

Qi Miancheng said: "This island...why does the schoolbag need to be used to block spiritual energy bullets?"

have no idea. This is what the Reader said.

There was a rare bit of truth in Qi Miancheng's puzzled expression just now. Seeing Ning Mingmei's firm attitude, he no longer forced her.

Ning Mingmei shrank back inside again: "Brother, you must be very busy recently."

I really don't want to smell that smell anymore. But Qi Miancheng was so tactless that he sat next to him.

Qi Miancheng: "Yes. Every five years, Qingji Sect recruits new outer disciples and servants from the mortal world and the cultivation world."

Unlike inner disciples who are recruited only once every few decades, the more outer disciples and servants there are, the better.

In order to get a chance, these people did odd jobs for Qingji Sect, took on tasks, accumulated contributions, and worked as hard laborers. Who doesn’t like lush and green leeks as long as they can be controlled?

Sect Leader Qi: "My Qingji Sect takes it as its mission to help the world practice the righteous way. Our disciples are all over the world."

Take a good look at whether they are peaches, plums or leeks.

Ning Mingmei: "Qingji Sect is a model for immortal sects. Senior brother shoulders the future of Qingji Sect and is even more of a role model for our generation."

The selection of inner disciples takes place once every ten years. After entering the inner gate, it all depends on your luck which elder or peak master you can get close to. However, Qingji Sect requires the masters and elders of each peak to participate in the recruitment of inner disciples every twenty years. Of course, it is just a requirement to participate. You can also choose not to recruit.

The original owner went there every twenty years, and that's how he gained his eighteen disciples.

Qi Miancheng said: "The official recruitment will be in half a year, which is exactly when Qingji Sect and Yanyun Tower will discuss martial arts. Mingmei, you know, I am under a lot of pressure."

Oh~ there is something fishy.

The enrollment period is specifically set during the martial arts discussion period. If Qingji Sect is better than Yanyun Tower, the top scorers from all provinces will come to Qingji Sect, right? There will be no need to send carrier pigeons to compete for them.

I guess Yanyunlou thinks so too.

Qi Miancheng lowered his eyes and sighed slightly, really like a leader who is concerned about his country and his people. It is rare for a mature and steady superior to show a bit of fatigue or weakness, which is enough to make many people feel distressed.

Ning Mingmei looked at him from behind his robe, and thought to himself, his hands are so dark.

Ning Mingmei said, "Brother, I am not feeling well. When I recover, I will definitely help you take care of the disciples of Yanyun Tower. Besides, Brother Fang is here."

Qi Miancheng reached out to hold Ning Mingmei's hand, but Ning Mingmei took it back: "Brother, how could I pass my illness to you?"

Qi Miancheng smiled and said, "Am I afraid?"

Logically, you should reply "I'm afraid".

Ning Mingmei only replied with one word: "Awesome."

ox.

Qi Miancheng changed the subject without leaving a trace: "However, the actual recruitment of disciples will start from next month. There are many talented people among the disciples of this generation. Before the recruitment begins, we can go to their homes to take a look. If they are really outstanding, it is not impossible to directly accept them as inner disciples."

This is going to be special recruitment and recommendation!

But is this good news?

Ning Mingmei: "Brother, will you go?"

Qi Miancheng laughed: "I am confused. I am the leader of a sect, I will not go there easily."

oh. Okay.

"I understand. You don't look very happy." Qi Miancheng said, "Is it something that happened more than 20 years ago..."

What happened more than 20 years ago?

As soon as Qi Miancheng said that, Ning Mingmei understood.

More than 20 years ago. Ning Mingmei, as the sword-wielding elder, participated in the selection of inner disciples. Unfortunately, however, the doors to other peak masters and even elders with money were trampled down by inner disciples who were trying to get close to them. Only here in Ning Mingmei, there was no one applying for the exam.

The reason is very simple.

"Who is the Sword-wielding Elder?"

"Baiyun Peak is magnificent, Xiangguang Peak is full of birdsong and flowers, and even though it is the Qiansheng Peak owned by Master Chang, at least you can still lie down. Piaomiao Peak is cold and remote, what can you do? Stay there and eat the snow and air?"

"Oh, I also heard that the Sword-wielding Elder doesn't have a good relationship with the other elders. Especially with Elder Fang, you'll be left out and embarrassed once you go in!"

The final result was that during the palace selection, no one chose Piaomiao Peak. One of the disciples was transferred to Piaomiao Peak because no other elders or peak masters wanted him. He actually cried and threw a tantrum, and tried to use his connections to get himself transferred out.

That person is now at Jixian Peak, where the executive elder Shen Liwan is.

It's such a disgrace. Ning Mingmei's entire face was stepped on the ground.

Most of those who were assigned to Piaomiao Peak were helpless and taciturn file kings; or they were people with connections who didn't care about their future at all and could stay anywhere. Or, he just had a bad temper and offended other geniuses.

As for Lin Heting and several others who were similar to him, they were assigned to Piaomiao Peak simply because they came to Qingji Sect among the Hundred Peaks from the water town of Jiangnan and developed altitude sickness. They fell ill before the palace selection, so they were assigned to Piaomiao Peak.

After that, Ning Mingmei never recruited any disciples again.

After that, I went into seclusion for ten years. The second enrollment during this period was skipped.

The next time was seven years later.

Ning Mingmei remained silent. Qi Miancheng thought that he was jealous of this, so he reached out to touch his hair again: "Mingmei, anyway, you like quietness..."

If no one chooses you, don't mind it.

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."

Anyway, no one will probably choose you in seven years.

Just like the male protagonist in the original story also dislikes you.

How could there be a disciple who is rich, powerful, popular and good-looking who would ask Ning Mingmei to accept him as his disciple?

There won’t be any?