It looked as if Shen Qiqi was a robber cutting flesh from his body with a knife, causing him to feel extremely painful.
The look he gave Shen Qiqi was also unhappy, as if he really wanted to sew Shen Qiqi's little mouth shut to prevent her from speaking again.
Of course, these expressions of his were fleeting, and if you didn't stare closely, you wouldn't notice them at all.
Unfortunately, Shen Qiqi was the one who was staring closely.
Seeing the white-bearded old man slowly stalling for time by saying, "Well, didn't your master tell you?" while his hand kept writing, Shen Qiqi stepped forward, directly grasped the pen in his hand, and said with a smile, "It's because the master didn't tell us that I'm asking. Old man, can you tell me?"
While he was talking, his hands were secretly working hard.
The old man with white beard tried several times, but he couldn't move the pen in her hand at all.
He stared at the name on the paper that was just one stroke away from being registered, and his white beard curled up in anger.
However, Shen Qiqi's question was very reasonable, and he had no reason not to answer.
The white-bearded old man had no choice but to let go of his hand unwillingly, glared at Shen Qiqi, and said unhappily: "There is no specific time for the sect's weapon library to open. It will open when new disciples enter."
At first glance, it sounds fine.
But when I think about it carefully, I feel like something is wrong.
Before anyone could figure out what was wrong, Shen Qiqi asked again, "What if there are no new disciples in the sect?"
Everyone:!!!
Yes, if the Wuji Sect never recruits new disciples, then the armory will never be opened again!
The gate of Wuji Sect is not so easy to enter!
Who knows when we can reopen the mountain gate to recruit new disciples!
If this is really the case, then the so-called "come back next time" is really illusory and boundless!
This remark woke everyone up from their dream, and everyone finally realized that something was wrong and shuddered.
Especially those new disciples who had the idea of "coming back next time", their palms were full of sweat when they thought about how they almost missed a good opportunity to get a magic weapon for free.
The faces of the new disciples who had already registered turned pale on the spot, and their eyes were fixed on the registration book with their names written on it, as if they were about to pounce on it and snatch it away and tear it up.
The white-bearded old man hurriedly put the register away, puffed his beard, and glared at the disciples, saying, "What are you looking at? You won't have a chance this time. Go back and wait for 'next time'... Greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant. You can't even control your greed, and yet you still want to achieve success? Humph!"
He changed his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book, and was completely different from the amiable old man just now!
Especially the last word "humph", which made the new disciples who humphed and said "I'll come next time" feel very disappointed.
At this moment, a crack appeared in the void, and an old man dressed in the uniform of Elder Zhang, the Wuji Sect's deacon, stepped out of the void. He walked straight up to the white-bearded old man, stroked his beard, and said with a smile, "Uncle Master, it's been many years since we last met. Are you all right? I've come to receive my new disciple's initiation gift."
He sighed again, "Thinking back to the time when I first entered the sect, I was ultimately unable to enter the armory due to my lack of cultivation. I never thought I'd have to wait until my hair turned gray."
The new disciples, who were already feeling cold in their hearts, were even more shocked when they heard this. They almost fainted from anger and glared at Qiu Changfeng and Shen Ning'er with resentment in their eyes.
If these two people hadn't been so nosy just now, they wouldn't have thought of "coming back next time". Now, they don't know when "next time" will be.
And those new disciples who had not yet had time to register all felt sympathetic and looked at Shen Qiqi with gratitude.
If Miss Shen Er hadn't stopped them, they would be the ones beating their chests and stamping their feet now.
After expressing his gratitude, he looked at Shen Ning'er and Qiu Changfeng with dissatisfaction.
Shen Ning'er and Qiu Changfeng both lifted a rock and dropped it on their own feet. They were so angry that their faces turned blue. They lowered their eyes and pretended to be dead without saying a word.
After this episode, all the disciples present gave up the idea of "coming back next time". The white-bearded old man had no choice but to reluctantly give way and glared at Shen Qiqi angrily.
Shen Qiqi: ???
The weapons depot belongs to the Wuji Sect, right?
Why does it feel like it's this old man's personal property? Look how distressed he looks.
At this time, in the meeting hall of Wuji Sect, a group of elders were watching the situation in the armory through the light curtain.
"How come this Pixiu is still so stingy?"
"You said he is a Pixiu. Pixiu, after all, is the one who only swallows and doesn't spit out. How can he not be thrifty? But his thrifty nature is not entirely useless. You see, he is also helping you test the character of your new disciples." Wu Qiongcang said lazily.
As soon as he said this, except for Yuyuan Immortal Venerable, the expressions of the other elders all looked unhappy.
There were disciples among them who failed the test.
Especially the Immortal Master Zi Ling, both of his disciples were hit, and not one was spared.
When he thought of what he had just seen, Immortal Zi Ling clenched his fists in anger, and his face became extremely ugly.
She had seen it clearly just now. Her two disciples, especially the eldest disciple, were men but had such narrow minds that they acted like ordinary people and tried to sow discord.
The senior brothers were right, bad company breeds bad influence. She couldn't let her eldest disciple and second disciple get so close anymore, or she wouldn't want to ruin such a good seedling.
Through the light curtain, Immortal Zi Ling stared at Shen Ning'er's back with cold eyes.
The other elders also had serious expressions, but Wu Qiongcang was the only one who looked relaxed. If you looked closely, you could faintly see the expectation hidden in his face.
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