Chapter 87: Ning Ming's refusal to believe has ill intentions

"Do you know each other?" Ning Mingmei asked knowingly.

"Of course I know her." Lian Zhao smiled wryly, "Isn't this Lian Yue?"

There wasn't a trace of kindness in the eyes of the rich and powerful young man.

"Your name is Lian Zhao, and his name is Lian Yue." Ning Mingmei seemed to have suddenly realized something. "He is also a member of the Lian family? But when I met him, he said he was an orphan."

"He was indeed an orphan in Ciyu Village. Three months ago, the Lian family kindly adopted him and let him practice and study with me. But one day two months ago, he left the Lian family without saying goodbye. A bag of silver disappeared with him." Lian Zhao said, "Lian Yue, where have you been these past few months? The mansion was so worried about you. I didn't expect you to suddenly become a servant working for Immortal Ning."

The accusation of stealing money and running away, and of being a cruel and ruthless person, was put on him.

The child's eyelashes fluttered as he heard these words, but he didn't say a word to explain the questioning: "Lian Zhao, the reason why I left the Lian family... do you want me to tell you in front of the Immortal Lord?"

The stone he lifted hit his foot and Lian Zhao's breath was choked.

The Lian family's magic is the Lian family's unknown secret. This secret is even considered as treasonous in the eyes of righteous people.

The kid only said a simple sentence, but he accurately grasped his only weak spot!

"It seems that there are still many misunderstandings between you two." Ning Mingmei's eyes moved between the two of them, and finally returned to Lian Chengyue, "Kid, please help take care of him these days."

The child smiled, but his eyes were fixed on Ning Mingmei: "No way. I am already very happy to be able to help the Immortal Venerable."

These words made Lian Zhao smell a glimmer of hope in this crisis.

The crisis refers to Ning Mingmei and Lian Yue, who had known each other before Qi Miancheng came to the Lian family.

Shengqi refers to the fact that the relationship between Ning Mingmei and Lian Yue is still unfamiliar, and Ning Mingmei has no intention of bringing him back to Qingji Sect.

Seeing Lian Zhao's unhappy expression, the child's smile grew even wider.

At this moment, he heard a soft sound in his ear.

This feeling is not like "listening", but more like a special sensory way - like bubbles floating to the surface of the water and there is a dark river underneath.

Except the river itself, no leaf or wind can know the emergence of the bubbles.

So he turned back in such a confusing situation.

When I turned around, there was no one and no sound except a willow leaf on the ground.

The child frowned in a rare look of confusion. He looked at the willow leaf for a moment, then looked back at Ning Mingmei's cuffs.

In a corner that no one noticed, slender fingers picked up the willow leaf. The man looked at the people in the distance and said softly, "Huh?"

Quite sharp.

"But... why is he like this now?" There was no emotion in the man's voice. "Is there something wrong?"

While saying this, his eyes only stayed on the child for a moment, and then turned to the Immortal Master beside the child.

The Immortal Venerable was wearing a black robe, with his hair neither too long nor too short, and he crossed his arms, looking as if he was keeping people at a distance.

But it made that person narrow his eyes, which was rare.

…

There is no point in saying more at this moment. Lian Zhao politely took his leave. On the way back, he had a sullen face as he thought about how to deal with Lian Yue.

The Jindan monk who often served as his military advisor waved his fan and said casually: "The key point now lies with Lian Yue."

Lian Zhao pursed his lips and looked at her with gloomy eyes.

The female cultivator was leaning on a rose chair with six dragons carved on the back holding a longevity pattern. The collar of her light green dress was tied very high, and in her hand she was waving a fan painted in ink. Compared with other Jindan cultivators in the Lian Mansion, she had a casual posture, with her thin eyebrows raised, like two curved smiles with ambiguous meanings.

From the fact that she can enter and leave Lian Zhao's room freely, it can be seen that her status in Lian's mansion is very special.

Lian Zhao knew that his father also trusted this female cultivator very much. She had been in the Lian family since her father was still a young man, helping her father seize the position of head of the family from her brother. As a casual cultivator from an unknown sect, she was able to defeat several Jindan cultivators hired by the Lian family at a high price with just a fan.

Lian Zhao, like his father, also trusted her.

"What do you think we should do?" he asked.

The female cultivator propped her chin with her fan: "There are two ways. Either take him back to the Lian family and squeeze him out of his position with Immortal Ning. Or, make sure he never has the chance to speak."

Lian Yue holds the secrets of the Lian family. Therefore Lian Zhao made his decision quickly.

"We can't let Lian Yue leave the Lian family alive." He said firmly.

The female cultivator slowly waved her fan and said, "Master Qi and his men will leave early tomorrow morning. If we want to take action, we only have tonight."

Lian Zhao's face looked gloomy. He called his personal guard to discuss the matter.

The female nun in green was fanning herself the whole time, saying nothing and looking at him with curved eyebrows.

…

That night.

For some reason, the child's heart would start beating rapidly at night.

Like a sparrow before a rainstorm, it circled anxiously at low altitude, reluctant to fly.

Children rarely feel this way. The last time my heart beat like this was when I was going up the mountain with Ning Mingmei. He remembered that the moonlight was very cool under his feet that day. Ning Mingmei walked up the mountain on the stone slabs in the quiet town without looking back at him.

But this time the feeling was even more disturbing than that time. The child vaguely felt that something was about to happen.

"Ayue, you are here." He heard Fifteen calling him, "Master asked you to go in and find him."

As the night deepened, the other disciples who had gone out also returned. The child followed Fifteen, knowing that they would set off tomorrow.

He felt a little nervous, a little scared, and a little excited. The child felt that such an uncalm mentality was very unreasonable for him.

However, after meeting Ning Mingmei, his mentality has never been as "normal" as he wished.

The window was half-closed, and Ning Mingmei was sitting under the window, reading a book as usual. Perhaps because he knew the day of sentencing was approaching, the child didn't say a word after he went in.

Even breathing was done with extreme caution.

After a while, he whispered, "Immortal Venerable."

Ning Mingmei: "Yes. Sit down."

The child then sat on a chair nearby. Time flies, and it seems like he has returned to the day when he first met Ning Mingmei.

——So fast! How come more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye?

"Ayue," Ning Mingmei said, "Don't be so reserved. Relax a little."

With just these words, the child's eyes lit up.

It is round and bright, just like the little monkey in the cave seeing the stars, or like a test taker seeing the first digit of his college entrance examination score when opening a web page.

Such a gentle beginning, it must be an admission notice.

Lian Chengyue obviously has no idea how cruel the world is.

Only the rejection letter begins with a greeting; the offer letters all begin with “congratulations!”

Ning Mingmei saw the change in Lian Chengyue's expression, so he said: "I have seen your performance in this month (during the summer research career)."

"You have some talent, your spiritual roots are compatible, you are very motivated, you can detect potential dangers in advance, and you are also very concerned about your fellow disciples. In the process of taking care of my brother, I also saw your patience and confidence. It can be said that I am quite satisfied with you."

Lian Chengyue: “… Yeah!”

Why is this child's face a little red?

Ning Mingmei said: "So, I have made a decision - I have decided to recruit Ren Miao as my newest disciple. And only her."

Thank you Immortal Lord for accepting me... Hmm? etc?

The child lost his voice: "...what?"

Wow, the male protagonist can actually make such a sharp sound.

Ning Mingmei still had time to say to the system: "His voice is exactly the same as the voice my roommate used when he received the rejection letter from his backup school."

system:……

The child clenched his fists: "Immortal Lord, I don't understand. You just said so much, but..."

Lian Chengyue is indeed the genius male protagonist of this world. He also learned a new skill without any guidance - sending emails to his dream school to argue for the admission result.

So Ning Mingmei was willing to give advice.

"Because she has more potential for development than you." Ning Mingmei's glasses flashed coldly, "Potential is invisible, infinite, and limitless. And even if you leave me, you can go to other good sects, right?"

Lian Chengyue: ...

Ning Mingmei: "And you are not in good health. For me, good health is very important. Sometimes, talent is not the most important thing in the process of cultivation."

What this means is that I stay up late every day and am very competitive.

Lian Chengyue: "But..."

"But I have noticed your performance. After thinking about it, I have found another good direction for you that is more suitable for your background - the Buddhist Baopu Temple, which studies the basic theory of cultivating immortals. I remember that Master Yicun of Baopu Temple just took office this year. He has no other disciples, and has no achievements or projects for the time being. However, as I said, blank space has the most potential and is the most suitable for your development. Don't think about lying in your comfort zone and waiting for death. Sometimes, if you don't push yourself, you don't know how much room for development you have."

Ning Mingmei didn't even blink and directly chose the worst mentor for Lian Chengyue.

The new mentor has no background, no connections, no family, no achievements, but only a heart that is striving for excellence. Ning Mingmei believes that Lian Chengyue will definitely grow a lot.

Ning Mingmei continued, "Moreover, in view of your excellent guarantee, I will write a letter of recommendation for you. In the letter, I will say that you are better than half of the disciples I have met."

As we all know, the recommendation system for applying to foreign schools often requires the recommender to answer a multiple-choice question.

That is, "You think this student is in the top few percent of outstanding students you have ever seen."

There are usually four options corresponding to this question.

1%, 10%, 20% 50%.

What this means is that the recommendation letter that Ning Mingmei wrote to Lian Chengyue was a super negative recommendation.

Shiny black.

Lian Chengyue: ...

Lian Chengyue doesn't know the routine of recommendation letters. Therefore, Ning Mingmei's words were the only thing that could comfort him tonight.

"Look at you, you're so happy that you even forgot to talk." Ning Mingmei said gently, "Go back and have a good rest first. We'll set off early tomorrow morning. I'll find someone to help take you to Baopu Temple."

After saying that, Ning Mingmei sent the guest away.

There was a cold wind outside. It was on this day that Lian Chengyue suffered his first severe beating from the academic community.

As the saying goes, an offer that you don’t get is just a pie in the sky.

Unfortunately, Lian Chengyue only understood this saying today.

He stood outside the door, his face turning blue and white. After a while, he knocked on the door again, trying to say something to Ning Mingmei.

But an invisible force opened his fingers.

At that moment Lian Chengyue finally realized that Ning Mingmei didn't want to see him.

Ning Mingmei had obtained everything he needed and completed his journey in the mortal world. Therefore, Lian Chengyue was no longer important to him.

Lian Chengyue had never felt this way before. He felt like someone was pushed into dark water, sinking little by little with the whirlpool, and every ripple brought a bone-chilling chill. He didn't know where to go, so he just wandered around.

Finally, he reached a secluded place where no one could see him. It was not until this moment that a raging rage surged in my heart.

He stomped his feet hard twice, baring his teeth and letting out a silent scream.

“Aaaaaaah!”

Ning Mingmei doesn't want him!

Ning Mingmei actually didn't want him.

"So... after all that talk and action, he was just trying to fool me?" The child gritted his teeth, dug his fingers deep into the cracks in the tree, veins popping out on his forehead. "I've been hurt so much, done so many things... and from the beginning to the end, it was all just something he could throw away?"

If only it were that.

But Ren Miao...why is it Ren Miao?

She is not as talented as him, nor as capable as him. Why was Ren Miao accepted as a disciple by Ning Mingmei?

In his rage, Lian Chengyue suddenly heard the sound of bubbles rising in the black water again.

Gurgle.

Gurgle.

"It's really ugly." He heard a familiar voice, "How did my childhood self become like this dog? Did something go wrong when I was reincarnated?"

There was a hint of doubt in the voice, but it lacked the emotion that humans would have.

Like a thing that looks like a human but is not human.

However, the man seemed to have made a decision quickly: "If that's the case, let's just kill him and see."

The man had already attacked as soon as he finished speaking, his movements were swift and ruthless, without a trace of mercy.

The strong wind like a knife came suddenly, catching people off guard.

There was no reason for the child to be able to avoid this move. But when the knife was approaching, he actually dodged the fatal move with a clever move.

That movement didn't seem like something he could do.

It was like an instinct rooted in his blood that suddenly awakened when he encountered such danger and enabled him to dodge the attack.

Before the child could react, another blow came!

The young man who was walking towards him had the light behind him, so no one could see his face clearly. He strolled leisurely in the garden, and the killing moves he launched were ruthless and fierce, aiming directly at the child's vital point.

But his demeanor was calm and relaxed. Just as for him, killing this child, or killing anyone, would be as easy as drinking a cup of tea on an autumn afternoon.

Not worth mentioning.

“Swish!”

“Sizzle!”

Blood gradually appeared on the child's body. With his abilities, it was too difficult for him to dodge such an attack.

Finally, he was seriously injured and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

The young man approached him and stretched out his hand, the moonlight condensed on his fingertips.

The moonlight was cold, but it went straight towards his death spot.