Chapter 7: Monitoring Students

Ten years ago.

Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet.

The laughter of old friends in Changle Gate.

"Ning Mingmei, what kind of swordsman do you think you are? You are nothing but a cauldron prepared for Qi Miancheng. Also, do you want to know why Master Wuwei is always indifferent to you? It must be very uncomfortable to feel that your benefactor and master, who you have tried so hard to please, has never even looked at you, right?"

"Your jade pendant was sent to Qingji Sect along with your swaddling clothes. The seven-petal lotus in the jade pendant is from the demon clan..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

The long sword pierced through the old man's heart and chest. A young man in gray appeared behind the corpse. He wore a silver headband, his eyes were narrowed lazily, and the sword he thrust out was also light and skillful.

Standing beside him was Fang Wuyu, who came over after hearing the news.

"...He's a puppet sent to sow discord. Zhijian, this old friend of yours is quite interesting." The young man in gray clothes poked the corpse with his long sword and said casually.

Fang Wuyu's face turned pale: "Is this the 'friend' you brought into Qingji Sect?"

Ning Mingmei remained silent.

The tip of the gray-clothed boy's sword was still dripping with blood.

…

The system said: "He doesn't know."

Ning Mingmei: "Well, I thought I was going to lose a connection."

This way, the academic connection can continue, but the system missed a sentence: "Sooner or later, you will lose it anyway..."

"Junior Brother Mingmei?"

A voice interrupted him.

The frail beauty smiled, but the corners of her mouth were raised meaningfully, and there was a hint of hidden warning in her eyes.

"If your identity as Lu Ding is exposed, trouble will arise." The system warned solemnly, "Qingji Sect and even the major famous sects have never had a precedent of Lu Ding serving as an elder! Once exposed, you are finished!"

Ning Mingmei: "I know."

"So the Mid-Autumn Festival Banquet happened..."

Ning Mingmei: "It's not important."

What is not important? Didn't he ask you that? Listen to me quickly-

"What's important is not what happened at the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, but what he wants to get from me." Ning Mingmei pushed his glasses. "When a person brings up a secret that embarrasses another person, his purpose is often not to know something, but to get something."

The remote geographical location of Piaomiao Peak? Eighteen disciples? Or was it the friendship between the two in the past? Neither.

system:……

Actually, friendship...can't be considered as a bad thing. In a sense, Yin Xisheng and Ning Mingmei have a pretty good relationship. Among the five direct disciples of Wuwei Zhenren, only Yin Xisheng is weak and sickly and has been in Qingji Sect all year round.

Therefore, although he was a Dharma practitioner, he still often guided Ning Mingmei in swordsmanship. Although there is no serious emotion, there is also a certain possessiveness.

"I just came back from Sect Leader Qi, that's why he came to see me." Ning Mingmei said, "Also, what does Yin Xisheng need most?"

…The system shuddered for some reason.

The last two people Ning Mingmei saw before his retreat were Eastern Elder Fang Wuyu and Qiansheng Peak Elder Chang Feichang. These two people kept the matter very secretive, and if Yin Xisheng had not been so meticulous, he would not have been able to discover any clues.

However, in the past few years, Yin Xisheng still discovered some clues. For example, originally only Fang Wuyu, Master Qi, and Master Wuwei knew about this, but Ning Mingmei didn't know about it...

The identity of the furnace. Even now, Yin Xisheng still thinks this conjecture is extremely absurd. Almost impossible.

But if that is the case, who brought Ning Mingmei back in the first place, and who was he prepared for? There is also a special and secret skill that only the leader of the Qingji Sect can practice... Yin Xisheng's mind is very sharp, and with just this one clue, all the mysteries that had been unsolved in the past were solved.

But if so. Ning Mingmei knew his identity...but as soon as he came out of confinement, he still went to see Qi Miancheng.

Yin Xisheng's smile faded again and he looked into Ning Mingmei's eyes.

He knew that his junior fellow apprentice looked extremely aloof, but in fact he was always avoiding others and always at a loss. If it were in the past, Ning Mingmei would have been extremely embarrassed and would have had to reveal many things in panic.

But Ning Mingmei was pouring tea this time.

The movements are leisurely.

"It has been ten years since we last met at the Mid-Autumn Festival. During these ten years, I heard that Senior Brother has not traveled much." Ning Mingmei said, "But Senior Brother Yin is the only outstanding practitioner of the Qingji Sect, and he is from the Yin family. Even if Senior Brother Yin does not go out, the outside world has more or less heard of his name."

Yin Xisheng said politely: "Unfortunately, I am weak and have been practicing in Yuting Peak these years. Why do you talk about this, Junior Brother?"

The smile on his lips faded a little. Ning Mingmei was not afraid at all: "When I first came to Qingji Sect, Senior Brother Yin and Senior Brother Qi were the Qingji Twin Stars. It's a pity that Senior Brother Yin is in poor health and can't be a sword cultivator. He can only practice magic. If not for this..."

The position of the leader of the Qingji Sect, a chance to become famous overnight, who will win?

"But being the head of a sect doesn't depend on your martial arts prowess, but on winning people over with virtue."

Yin Xisheng raised his eyes and looked at Ning Mingmei. The corners of his lips were still curled, but there was no trace of smile in his dark eyes. Ning Mingmei continued, "Brother, you know I am not the type to show up in public. And I have no father or mother, I am all alone. For so many years, I have been in the position of elder..."

He paused, leaving room for Yin Xisheng's imagination: "...Besides, it is hard to repay the kindness of Qingji Sect for taking me in. In this case, we must not treat our disciples badly. If our disciples have a reputation, our master will also have a reputation, right?"

Yin Xisheng stopped laughing.

Ning Mingmei poured him a cup of tea and said, "My senior brother has been teaching me how to practice sword since I was young. Tomorrow morning, I will have a meeting with the disciples of Piao Miao Peak. Would you like to come and see me?"

"People from Yanyun Tower will come tomorrow. I have to receive them with the Sect Leader, so we can't do it tomorrow morning." After a while, Yin Xisheng laughed again, "If you have any difficulties in the future, don't just look for Sect Leader Qi..."

He leaned forward, his long black hair fell into Ning Mingmei's hand, and his voice was gentle: "Come and find me too."

Ning Mingmei answered quickly and crisply: "Of course. Let's move around more often in the future."

System: ...The two riddlers only understood this sentence throughout the whole process.

The two chatted about some random things. Ning Mingmei sent Elder Yin back. There is snow on Piaomiao Peak all year round. It was dusk when we saw you off, and small snowflakes were floating in the air. Yin Xisheng watched the snowflakes falling on his cloak, and also watched the snowflakes falling between Ning Mingmei's brows.

He hadn't taken a good look at this junior fellow apprentice for a long time.

Black eyes, straight hair, and a face that looks like ice and snow.

Are you really the cauldron of the sect leader Qi Miancheng? He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought.

Is it the cauldron that was specially raised and raised for the little-known master's skill?

From the past until just now when he came here, he had never had any thoughts about Ning Mingmei. Even after vaguely knowing that the master had "special skills", he just smiled faintly and put it out of his mind.

Now that I have seen the present Ning Mingmei, there are more thoughts in my mind that I am not even aware of.

…

Send Yin Xisheng away. The system asked Ning Mingmei: "What are you talking about?"

Ning Mingmei poured out the tea leaves, poured himself a cup of hot water, and said, "Have you finished writing the program?"

System: I hate it.

"No sect can be monolithic, especially the number one sect in the world." Ning Mingmei held the hot tea in his hand and said, "How many steps does it take to go from an unemployed person to the pinnacle of power in the Qingji Sect?"

"Miscellaneous servants, apprentice disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, disciples learning the Dao, disciples entering the inner chamber, personal disciples, true disciples, Daozi."

"Outer sect deacon, inner sect deacon, elder title, hall master, peak master, worshiper, sect master, supreme elder."

"Yin Xisheng was the master's direct disciple when he entered the sect. He skipped so many steps. He has talent, background, and ambition. However, due to his weak body, he can only become one of the four elders. His reputation is fading day by day. Facing the rise of Qi Miancheng, how can he be willing?" Ning Mingmei held the teacup in his hand. "What's more, he is a Dharma cultivator. So what if he is a leader? He is just a minority in the sect."

Even in the Congress, the minority can only play a role in increasing diversity.

"So after all this 'plunder', what does Yin Xisheng want to have?"

System: "...So he wants to possess you?"

Ning Mingmei: "There's something wrong with your brain."

He said so much, but the system only saw one sentence: "Let's keep in touch in the future."

"Even if there are other feelings, so what? Yin Xisheng will board my ship." Ning Mingmei said without any emotion, "After all, we are the leaders of the two major sects. Two of the five permanent elders of Qingji Sect have been dealt with. In addition to the two of them, there are everyone else."

Including the male protagonist of this world.

The system shuddered for no reason. It suddenly said: "Host, you..."

"If you have the initiative, you don't need to dance by other people's rules. If the rules are someone else's at the beginning, then make them your own. The academic road is long, and we can only wait and see." Ning Mingmei took a sip of tea, "Why is the wind outside the window so strong?"

The snowy wind was hitting the window. The system said: "You remember I told you that the Heavenly Dao here will remember the thunder that you deserve."

Ning Mingmei: "So?"

System: "The thunder just marked you again."

Ning Mingmei: “Tsk.”

He just sighed and said, "Now tell me what happened during the previous Mid-Autumn Festival. Keep it simple, three sentences. Oh, and pour out the tea leaves. Put less chili powder next time. It choked me."

…

System: "When Ning Mingmei was cultivating in Changle Sect, an old friend of his was harassed by the direct descendants of the Li family, a great cultivating immortal family, so he asked Ning Mingmei to seek refuge in Qingji Sect."

The powerful and wealthy are robbing and plundering, which is a hot topic in society.

System: "Ning Mingmei checked and brought him in. Who knew that during the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, the old friend took advantage of the vacant guards and broke into the forbidden area of ​​Qingji Sect to unlock the seal."

Ning Mingmei: "What a shabby conspiracy."

System: "This matter was discovered by Elder Fang Wuyu and Chang Feichang. The old friend said that Ning Mingmei's life experience was related to the demon world, but was silenced by Chang Feichang. At the same time, everyone found that the old friend was just a substitute puppet, and the old friend himself had disappeared. The matter was suppressed, and Ning Mingmei became disheartened and practiced in seclusion."

Ning Mingmei: "Often or not?"

System: "I am a direct descendant of the Qingji Sect, a junior brother of Master Wuwei, and the first disciple of the previous Sword-wielding Elder. My status is only lower than the six of you."

Although he is not a legitimate child, his status is more legitimate than Ning Mingmei's.

Seeing Ning Mingmei was deep in thought, the system reminded him: "Fang Wuyu has secretly sent someone to investigate your old friend..."

"I'll go visit this Chang Feichang if I get a chance. Ning Mingmei has caused so much trouble for my academic career." Ning Mingmei said, "By the way, I will lose Qi Miancheng sooner or later. What does that mean?"

The system is silent. Ning Mingmei said, "Hurry up, I don't want my social efforts to go to waste."

"According to the original storyline, he will die. After a shocking incident." The system said vaguely, "After that, the Qingji Sect was leaderless. As the sword-wielding elder, and the one who indirectly killed him, you took over the affairs of state and made countless enemies. This happened ten years before the protagonist entered the sect."

"Oh, that's it. Then we can still try to please you now." Ning Mingmei said, "Let me check my schedule... I'm not free tonight."

System: Are you a human?

It looked at Ning Mingmei repeatedly. Was Ning Mingmei really indifferent to Qi Miancheng's "death" and had no intention of investigating at all? The sect leader had just given him the land deed, and he kept calling him "senior brother".

And wait, why are you no longer available?

Ning Mingmei's glasses flashed coldly: "Of course, we need to prepare for the first official group meeting tomorrow."

What preparations are you making now?

For some reason, the system had a very ominous feeling.

…

In just a few days, the atmosphere at Piaomiao Peak changed dramatically.

Those who practiced sword skills no longer practiced sword skills, those who played the piano no longer played the piano, and those who recited poetry no longer recited poetry. Even the disciples' speaking styles have undergone drastic changes.

for example.

Lin Heting and others did not even return to the disciples' residence at Piaomiao Peak: Xiaosonglin, until evening.

After seven days of academic study, these rare geniuses were already exhausted. As soon as they entered the dormitory for the inner disciples of Piaomiao Peak, they saw Bai Bugui. As soon as Bai Bugui saw them, he greeted them.

"My fellow brothers came back so late." Bai Bugui said.

Several people smiled bitterly subconsciously and said, "Who told the master to give us such a difficult task..."

They suddenly paused and looked at the three geniuses around them warily. The four of them looked at each other and laughed.

Genius A: "Haha, just fifteen articles, no big deal. I finished reading them in four days."

The fashionable word "literature" mentioned by Master was also used instead of classics.

It would be more convincing if you didn't have dark circles under your eyes.

Genius B: "The format of the work report seems complicated. This is the first time I have seen it. But it only took me half a day to fully understand and write it."

Work report, plus one buzzword.

If only his fingers weren't shaking.

Genius C: "When I was in the foundation-building stage, I followed the Jindan seniors from the same family to read the literature, so it was easy for me to read and I memorized it after reading it once."

If he hadn't copied down the cheat sheet for tomorrow's use and hid it behind his back.

Lin Heting was worried: "I'm afraid I'm going to mess it up this time. Apart from the 15 documents, I only skimmed through the references mentioned in these 15 documents and almost didn't finish reading them. If Master asks about something too detailed... I'm sure I'll mess it up."

Genius ABC: …

Lin Heting is the best at pretending to be a B... I was careless!

The three men's red eyes were spitting fire. Lin Heting smiled slightly and said to Bai Bugui: "Why did Fourth Junior Brother come back so early?"

Bai Bugui smiled and said, "I am not as talented as my fellow apprentices, so I could only pick up fifteen simple articles to read. I managed to get by at least."

Several people then patted Bai Bugui on the shoulder. Lin Heting saw a house with lights on deep in the pine forest and frowned, "Eighth Junior Brother is back earlier?"

"Eighth Junior Brother..." Bai Bugui just smiled bitterly.

"Forget it, Eighth Junior Brother has been like this since that incident." Genius A also pressed Lin Heting's shoulder.

They can't worry about it even if they want to.

Lin Heting sighed again. He just hoped that nothing would happen at tomorrow's gathering... although he didn't believe that the Master could change his Eighth Junior Brother.

There was another voice coming from outside the pine forest. The eight scroll kings, led by Wen Siheng, are back.

These two groups have never gotten along well. Lin Heting saw Wen Siheng and smiled, "Big Brother, I thought you would stay in the library until tomorrow morning."

Wen Siheng was very sincere: "Master said that we should combine work and rest. Besides, I have finished reading the documents. It is better to come back and freshen up than to stay in the Sutra Library."

He looked at the four people again and said gently, "How are you doing?"

The three geniuses ABC looked at each other and said:

"I just started reviewing yesterday."

“It’s really hard to do.”

"I almost didn't finish it."

Lin Heting saw Wen Siheng looking at him. He didn't know why, but he felt a little uncomfortable every time he met this senior brother, so he said: "That's it..."

“Master!”

Someone shouted from behind.

Everyone turned around in shock, only to see a fairy in white walking on the moon. He was so captivating that they all held their breath.

Until the immortal spoke coldly: "Siheng, Xiaowu, Xiaoqi, Xiaojiu, Eleven, Thirteen, Fifteen, Seventeen. You have worked hard to come back so late."

Wen Siheng and others: "Master! We are not tired."

Lin Heting and others: ...If we had known earlier, we would have left the library later than these people!

It's no big deal that you come back late.

Just as they were getting angry, they heard the immortal say calmly, "He Ting, twelve, fourteen, sixteen. Don't be modest. I heard everything you said just now."

Four Geniuses: ...

Immortal: "I look forward to your report. If... hehe."

This is fast and good, but it is better for those who are capable to work harder.

After saying this, the four of them felt that the immortal looked at them very meaningfully, and they couldn't help but shudder.

The genius faction and the king of roll faction still don't get along.

"You are all disciples of Piao Miao Peak. I know that you have different backgrounds. It is normal for some to play better with others." The White-robed Sword Immortal said, "But in Piao Miao Peak, only healthy competition is allowed, and vicious competition that hurts fellow disciples is not allowed."

If I get hurt in a fight, who will do my academic work for me?

His stern look gave a chill to those who were bickering just now.

Another person who was slightly stimulated was Bai Bugui. The immortal even glanced at the courtyard of the eighth junior brother in the distance, but only glanced at him lightly.

Then he patted Wen Siheng on the shoulder and left.

System: "Host, why don't you talk to Bai Bugui?"

In addition to American-style admissions, do we also need American-style bullying?

Ning Mingmei pushed his glasses and said, "There's nothing much to say about a taught overseas master's degree."

And I don't work for you.

Bai Bugui was far away and felt a chill on the back of his neck.

As soon as Ning Mingmei left, more than a dozen disciples somehow breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been pardoned. Wen Siheng said: "Everyone is gone, go back and rest."

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, muttering to themselves what they would report tomorrow. But Bai Bugui suddenly said:

"What about the remaining four people? For example, Third Senior Brother, why haven't I seen them in the Sutra Library in the past few days?"