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Ji Qinghong held Yan Luoyue's hand and walked out.
His awareness is far sharper than Yan Luoyue's.
Not knowing what he had noticed, Ji Qinghong tilted his head slightly in one direction.
"Your friend is waiting for you outside."
Yan Luoyue asked consciously: "Which friend?"
"Two friends."
After casually answering Yan Luoyue's question, Ji Qinghong remembered something else.
"Your friend with a different look in his eyes...what's his name?"
Yan Luoyue guessed that he was referring to Wu Manshuang's petrified vision.
After hearing Yan Luoyue report Wu Manshuang's name, Ji Qinghong's eyebrows raised at first, and then he looked at Yan Luoyue with a somewhat strange expression.
There was a hint of interest in his gaze, as if Yan Luoyue was something new and rare.
…How should I describe it?
It's like a student whose phone has been confiscated and who has been in a daze in class for more than two hours, suddenly discovers a Sudoku game designed by his predecessor engraved on the desk.
Yan Luoyue couldn't help but lean back slightly: "Why are you looking at me like this, Demon Lord?"
"You don't have to call me Demon Lord. I should change my words in a few days anyway." Ji Qinghong answered casually.
"——Were you named after your family? And your friend's name, is it also from that person?"
Yan Luoyue blinked and said truthfully: "My name comes from my family. As for Manshuang's name... I gave him the name. Is there something wrong with it?"
Hearing this answer, Ji Qinghong raised his eyebrows again.
"No, but you two sound really interesting."
Yan Luoyue asked cautiously: "...Why do you say that?"
Ji Qinghong seemed to be thinking about something, and smiled at Yan Luoyue: "It is said that the third divine treasure unknown to outsiders is called the Frost Stone."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Luoyue walked towards the place where his two friends were waiting.
Facing Yan Luoyue's surprised gaze, Ji Qinghong patted her head, gave a fake smile, and walked away.
Before leaving, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the corner of Ji Qinghong's robe brushed against Wu Manshuang's cloak.
When Wu Manshuang saw Yan Luoyue, he smiled unconsciously. He took two quick steps in Yan Luoyue's direction and turned his head back hesitantly.
"What's wrong?" Yan Luoyue asked concernedly.
“That Ji Yaozun,” Wu Manshuang said uncertainly, “before he left, he seemed to glance at me…”
…
It is said that five hundred winners were selected in the competition that day.
Naturally, the comprehensive strength of these weapon refiners who came from other sects or were simply independent cultivators could not be compared with the disciples trained by the four major forces.
It is said that many people among them did not even try to break the fifth-level magic weapon.
They destroyed a large number of third- or fourth-tier magical instruments, gained more points, and advanced to the next level.
——In short, this group of people voluntarily gave up more difficult attempts, kept their strength within their comfort zone, and then started to roll.
It can be said that all the winners selected in this way are winners.
This also indirectly verifies Yan Luoyue's guess:
The purpose of this competition is not to find the most outstanding genius, but to select a group of dedicated worker bees.
What kind of secret place is recorded in the map that not only did Hongtong Palace gather the best disciples from the four major forces, but they also wanted to find these weapon refiners in the name of the Thousand Refining Conference?
Yan Luoyue thought about several possibilities, but felt that none of them were very reliable.
After the competition, the streets were quiet for several days.
It is said that on the black market, the price of a command arrow has been driven up to 50,000 low-grade spirit stones.
After hearing the news, almost all the weapon refiners who received the command arrows dared not step out of the Thousand Refining Curtain again.
They were afraid that once they stepped out of the protection zone of the Thousand Refinements Veil, someone with ulterior motives would get wind of the news and kill people for the sake of a command arrow and the treasure.
There were also a few weapon refiners who did not think highly of this opportunity and were willing to exchange their command arrows for spirit stones at the auction house inside the Thousand Refining Curtain.
After they left, news about these people came back one after another.
It is said that several people were killed by unknown monks shortly after leaving the Thousand Refinements Curtain.
After all, even if he no longer had the command arrow, the wealth of tens of thousands of spirit stones was still worthy of others' covetousness.
After hearing this news, the weapon refiners who had received the command arrows at that time were secretly alert.
Apart from a few highly skilled weapon refiners, there were not many people entering and leaving the Thousand Refining Curtain.
Yan Luoyue watched these changes happening one after another with cold eyes.
She had a vague feeling that the rule of "no private fighting within the Senren Bakufu" that was set at the beginning of the conference was probably for this moment.
This can also explain why, when the conference was hosted by Hongtong Palace, the Bute brothers, who clearly had the home advantage, did not dare to find a blind spot to put Yan Luoyue in a sack.
Because the rule of "private fighting is prohibited within the Senryū Baku" was most likely set up intentionally by the Hontong Palace, and it is an iron rule that cannot be violated.
Yan Luoyue and the other two stayed in the inn, studying on their own every day and patiently waiting for the turmoil on the street to pass.
It is said that many disciples of Hongtong Palace sell their surplus tokens privately. The weapon refiners are usually wealthy, which results in a situation where one party dares to bid and the other dares to buy.
In this one Qianlian Conference alone, many people made a fortune.
By the time the rumors faded away, it was already a month later.
This Qianlian Conference, held in the name of communication, has finally come to an end, and the development of the secret realm has officially begun.
It was not until they were led into the secret realm that many people suddenly realized what was going on.
——The location listed on the map was actually inside the Senrenbaku.
No wonder the four major powers chose this place as the venue for the Thousand Refinements Conference!
If those weaponsmiths who just left not long ago knew that the treasure mountain had been hidden under their noses all along...
Imagining that scene, many people showed an expression of being speechless.
The leader opened the entrance to the secret realm in a special way, and everyone fished in through the hole.
After seeing the scene in the secret realm clearly, many people opened their eyes wide silently, or simply gasped.
Surprise also flashed across Yan Luoyue's eyes.
Inside the secret realm, what appeared before them was a sealing wall that stretched for hundreds of miles.
It is as thick and majestic as a rock, composed of a large number of refining seals and a small number of formation seals.
The entire sealed wall is so long that it stretches as far as the eye can see. It is towering into the clouds, vast and majestic, with an indescribable sense of simplicity and mystery, standing before everyone.
"No wonder the four major powers want to invite weapon makers from all over the world. This, this..."
"As expected, this is the place where the Crow's Cry Fire is sealed! What a grand display, what a powerful aura!"
"It's too long, too long indeed. Can't we ask a sword master to come and break all the methods with one force?"
Someone else proposed the simplest and most direct idea: "Next, we need to drill a hole through the 'sealing wall'?"
The person in charge explained the problems raised by these people one by one.
First of all, sword cultivation is not feasible because Hongtong Palace has tried it.
The defensive capabilities of this seal wall were as strong as iron, and the consciousness could only penetrate a few dozen miles into it with great difficulty. The material seals that stretched for hundreds of miles were interconnected and tightly bound into a whole.
An ordinary swordsman would not be able to scrape even the powder off the cliff.
Invite a strong sword master to strike with the sword, but beware of hurting the treasure inside.
As for drilling a hole... that's not possible either.
The person in charge gave everyone a demonstration while speaking: "This entire sealed wall has a very special property."
As soon as the words fell, the person in charge manually dismantled a large piece of material from the seal wall.
Before the weapon refiners could show any relief on their faces, they saw that the mountain wall next to them seemed to come alive and "flowed" over in the blink of an eye, smoothing out the hole created by the person in charge.
"...Like this." The person in charge added, "According to our analysis, this seal wall can be gradually thinned evenly, but it is impossible to dig a tunnel inside. We can only dismantle and divide it layer by layer, just like moving mountains and filling the sea."
“…”
At this moment, Yan Luoyue finally understood why so many "worker bees" had to be selected in the competition.
Because no one would have thought that there would be such a wicked and smoking seal in the world:
With its own power, it reduced all the weapon refiners to miners...
But at the same time, there was also a feeling of excitement silently passing through the hearts of the instrument refiners.
——The Fire of the Crow's Cry! The treasure hidden in the seal must be the Fire of the Crow's Cry!
The only thing in the world that can forge this almost divine seal and melt such a variety of precious materials into one is the Crow's Cry Fire!
While other weapon refiners were getting excited, Yan Luoyue was being very pragmatic.
In her opinion, although the Crow's Cry Fire smelled very fragrant, it was not visible or tangible at the moment, and it had already been reserved by Hongtong Palace.
So, it is better to care about things that can put money in your pocket first.
For example: refining a large amount of materials for this sealing wall!
Yan Luoyue was lying on the sealed wall and moving sideways. She took frequent small steps backwards, and her back looked like a small crab.
The seal wall contains seals of different levels of instruments.
The materials used to make these seals... such as Moonlight Glass, Duankong Secret Sand, and Wuxiang Holy Mist...
These materials have already been tempered once.
If you disassemble the second-hand materials, you will definitely find a lot of impurities, which are not as good as the unopened original ones.
But when you can get so many rare treasures at once, what is there to complain about!
Just as Yan Luoyue's eyes were shining, the braid behind her head was suddenly pulled by someone.
Yan Luoyue turned around and, as expected, saw a certain white-haired demon lord who appeared and disappeared mysteriously.
Ji Qinghong still looked calm and composed.
The man had long hair, and his soft and translucent hair fluttered in the wind, as if the most crystal clear frost and snow were condensed in it.
Today, the Demon Lord changed into a light blue robe with wide sleeves. He walked without touching the ground, and his demeanor seemed more and more majestic, as if he had ascended to heaven.
Seeing Yan Luoyue turn around, Ji Qinghong smiled slightly and said softly: "That little boy named Wu is staring at you."
In fact, Wu Manshuang was not staring at Yan Luoyue at this moment, but Ji Qinghong.
To be more precise, he was staring at Ji Qinghong's hand that was pulling Yan Luoyue's braid.
Yi Ji Qinghong was so sharp that she could easily detect, without even turning around, that the boy had the urge to take off the blindfold and glare at him fiercely.
This is really... very interesting.
With the corners of his lips slightly raised, Ji Qinghong smiled, and very smoothly pulled Yan Luoyue's braid.
"...If you have something to say, just tell me directly. Please don't pull my hair." Yan Luoyue said helplessly.
Ji Qinghong smiled and said nothing.
He just pulled Yan Luoyue's braid because his hands were itchy.
As for pulling Yan Luoyue's braid now... it was because Wu Manshuang's reaction made him want to pull it even more.
"When I came in, I saw you lying on the seal in a daze. What are you thinking about?"
As soon as this topic was mentioned, Yan Luoyue was no longer sleepy.
Without any processing, the most original answer just blurts out: "I want to collect junk, I want to sell broken things!"
Ji Qinghong: ???
Huh? That's really unexpected.
Although he understood Yan Luoyue's meaning instantly, this answer still made Ji Qinghong's tone a little complicated.
He looked at Yan Luoyue deeply, as if he was looking at her with new eyes.
Ji Qinghong sighed tactfully: "It's a miracle that Jiang Tingbai can get along with you."
After all, for nearly a hundred years, due to some special reasons, Jiang Tingbai was so poor that he could hardly afford even water.
But Yan Luoyue... well, she really is... the kind of person who places great emphasis on practical work.
…
The official cracking work began the next morning.
Yan Luoyue had a total of three command arrows in her hand. In addition to her own, she also gave one to Wu Manshuang and Ling Shuanghun.
The three of them passed through the entrance to the secret realm smoothly. Before walking towards the sealed wall, Yan Luoyue quickly winked at the two of them.
Yan Luoyue’s eyes were like a raised finger: Are you slacking off?
Wu Manshuang and Ling Shuanghun looked determined: Touch!
As the second to last and third to last in the written test, Wu Manshuang and Ling Shuanghun were obviously unable to unlock any of the seals on this sealed wall.
But as we all know, those interns who fail on their first day at work, unless they have a strong background, will all be kicked out.
So Yan Luoyue felt that they should at least pretend.
Every once in a while, Yan Luoyue would exchange places with her two friends and pretend that they were working.
In return, whenever Wu Man Shuang saw second-hand materials being dismantled, she would actively stuff them into her storage bag.
There is no need for Yan Luoyue to even hint at this point.
The frugal little snake developed the good habit of carrying things back home a long time ago.
According to incomplete statistics, since they moved into the Thousand Refinements Curtain, Wu Manyhuang has collected the following: 138 spirit stones, 371 spirit beads, an outer gate token of the Hongtong Palace, 26 demon rats for experiments, 18 ferrets for experiments, and all the hair of the stalker.
Wu Manshuang put all the spirit stones and spirit beads into the change jar in the living room. Anyone who needed them when going out could just grab a handful.
Just like last night, Wu Manshuang suddenly remembered something and hurriedly picked up some change and went out.
When he came back, he was holding a headband for Yan Luoyue in his hand.
As expected, Yan Luoyue saw that at the end of the pink hairband were two round white fluff balls.
“…”
She said that the cuteness of the little snake has remained the same over and over again, and it is so easy to guess.
Wu Manshuang handed the hairband over and looked at Yan Luoyue a little nervously.
"Can you... wear this tomorrow?"
"Sure, I like it."
Yan Luoyue's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled, and she took the hairband and tied it on her head on the spot.
With a slightly mischievous attitude, Yan Luoyue asked jokingly, "Hey, this seems to be the first time you've given me something other than scales."
I don’t know how Wu Manshuang understood this sentence.
He lowered his head in embarrassment, his ears slightly red, but his voice was firm: "I will send you often in the future."
"What?" At this time, an unsuspecting red-crowned crane interrupted the conversation.
"I think I heard about gifts. But why don't I get any scales or a headband?"
After being accused by her friend in person, Wu Manshuang reflected deeply on herself.
"Sorry, Xiaoling, I'll make it up to you tomorrow."
That night, Wu Man Shuang fully demonstrated his talents as a craftsman.
He used the spoils he collected daily, accidentally picked up when taking sides, and obtained from occasional conflicts to quickly make a thoughtful gift for Ling Shuanghun.
——Wu Manshuang gave Ling Shuanghun a crane-feather whisk.
“…”
When Ling Shuanghun received this gift, his expression was indescribable.
He looked at Wu Manshuang, hesitant to speak, his lips opening and closing. After repeating this several times, Ling Shuanghun choked and said:
"...Thank you, little witch."
Wu Manshuang shook his head shyly. It was obvious that he was very happy to be thanked in person.
"You're welcome, Xiao Ling. I still have some materials left. I'll make you some crane-feather shuttlecocks next time."
"...I am so moved, but this is really not necessary." Ling Shuanghun murmured.
Where Wu Manshuang couldn't see, Ling Shuanghun first frantically memorized the scroll, and then asked Yan Luoyue about Wu Manshuang's growth background.
Yan Luoyue was confused: "Why are you asking this?"
"I found that childhood experiences can have a huge impact on a person." Ling Shuanghun replied seriously.
Yan Luoyue was confused: "What?"
"I mean - although Xiao Wu didn't mean to do it, he cut open the black dripping water, don't you think so?!"
"I don't think so." Yan Luoyue smiled and fiddled with the new headband hanging behind her ears, "It's so pretty and soft."
Ling Shuanghun: "...Don't say that, we are different."
…
At the work site, Yan Luoyue tried hard to cover up, while Snake and Red-crowned Crane were actively slacking off.
Yan Luoyue dismantled the equipment skillfully along the way, and Wu Manshuang followed closely, putting away all the materials that Yan Luoyue liked.
After only a short while of getting used to each other, the two of them became extremely harmonious.
In this situation, Wu Manshuang's action of catching up a step slower became very noticeable in Yan Luoyue's eyes.
"What's wrong, Manshuang?" Yan Luoyue turned around and saw Wu Manshuang lost in thought while looking at the disassembled materials.
When she asked, Wu Manshuang showed Yan Luoyue the marks on the materials.
"This is the twenty-third piece. I've discovered that all the more advanced refining materials have traces of formations. This formation... I should be able to handle it."
As Wu Manshuang said this, she didn't know what she was thinking about, and even the corners of her lips curled up slightly:
"Look, if I handle the formation and you smelt the materials, we can work together and it will save you a lot of effort."
Yan Luoyue didn't know much about formations, but she never rejected any possibility.
After hearing Wu Manshuang's description, Yan Luoyue immediately jumped up and said, "Okay, let's give it a try."
So, Wu Manshuang dipped the formation material and used her fingertips to draw complex lines on the seal wall. Yan Luoyue only saw the white light surging on the surface of the material, and Wu Manshuang shouted softly: "Now!"
The pink flame was like a winding electric current, winding into a thin line between Yan Luoyue's fingers.
This smelting process is indeed easier than before.
However, just one second before Yan Luoyue was about to break through, a stream of liquid like thick light surged on the formation. The seal wall, which had already softened, once again returned to its original state.
The sealing wall was silent, but the increasingly complex lines of the formation seemed to be mocking Wu Man Shuang Chi.
"...Huh?" Yan Luoyue blinked in surprise.
Wu Manshuang said nothing.
But under the tent, the corners of the little snake's lips drooped slightly, and it looked a little lost.
That expression was the same as when he discovered that the toxin he extracted could not only remove hair, but also cause all hair to fall out instantly.
Although his appearance had not changed much, Wu Manshuang felt like a little snake that spread itself out on the ground like a snake cookie with a "pop", making people want to touch his head.
Inside the sleeve, Yan Luoyue's fingers moved slightly.
However, before she could raise her arms, a lazy voice came from behind them.
"Your idea is not bad, but behind this cliff is a large formation connected to the entire mountain range, which will provide support for this formation at any time - you did not consider this point."
Ji Qinghong said this while reaching out his hands from above the two people's heads.
There was a gleam of light in his red pupils, and in an instant he moved as fast as lightning, changing the connection points of seven or eight formations in succession.
Ji Qinghong's palms were long and strong, but his joints and fingertips were round. The color of his fingertips and palms was a beautiful light pink, almost making Yan Luoyue hallucinate rabbit pads.
The next second, Ji Qinghong patted Yan Luoyue on the back lightly, startling her so much that she almost jumped up.
"It's your turn to smelt."
After giving the order, Ji Qinghong tilted his head and looked at Yan Luoyue with a half-smile: "What are you daydreaming about? Are you plotting against me in your mind?"
Yan Luoyue waved her hands quickly.
Ji Qinghong chuckled, his expression clearly showing his disbelief, but he just didn't want to argue with her for the time being.
He slowly put his right hand back into his sleeve, and the next question he asked was to Wu Manshuang: "Did you understand what I did just now?"
Wu Manshuang shook her head honestly.
Ji Qinghong gestured to stretch out his hand: "In that case, then I will——"
Wu Manshuang's upper body leaned forward slightly in anticipation.
"—Then I won't demonstrate it to you anymore."
The conversation suddenly changed. Ji Qinghong smiled at Wu Manshuang in a very vicious way and said in a warm and friendly voice, "You are very insightful. You need to study it slowly on your own."
Wu Manshuang: “…”
Yan Luoyue: “…”
If it wasn't the critical moment of smelting, Yan Luoyue simply wanted to use one hand to cover her eyes: Bullying a child, what kind of bad taste does Ji Qinghong have?
Ji Qinghong looked at Wu Manshuang with interest. Under his gaze, Wu Manshuang bowed silently.
"Thank you for your enlightenment, Demon Lord."
After saying thank you, Wu Manshuang walked aside silently and began to study her memories alone according to Ji Qinghong's demonstration.
“…”
Looking at the little snake's dark back, Ji Qinghong raised his eyebrows, revealing an ambiguous look.
Yan Luoyue had just finished disassembling that piece of material, and noticing Ji Qinghong's expression, she casually asked:
"What are Manshuang's qualifications? He actually just started learning the art of formation half a month ago."
Ji Qinghong nodded slightly, as if evaluating something: "Well, not bad. His personality is also very interesting."
“…Huh?”
Hearing him say this, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but feel a little confused.
After all, in her opinion, Wu Manshuang just made the most common reaction when facing Ji Qinghong: thank the Demon Lord, then walk away and don't provoke Ji Qinghong.
After all, not everyone has Jiang Tingbai as their backer.
Not everyone has a personality like Yan Luoyue, a freak who is always on the edge of danger.
Ji Qinghong said calmly, "Other people will thank me too, but their thanks are either reluctant or they feel they have been fooled by me and are afraid."
At this point, Ji Qinghong smiled brightly: "But I am really grateful to your friend."
Of course. Yan Luoyue thought to herself: Whoever teaches Wu Manshuang, she will sincerely thank them.
Because Wu Man Shuang has always been studious since she was a little snake.
However, the next second, Ji Qinghong's tone suddenly changed: "Even if he can do this, he will only be the second Jiang Tingbai, which is not enough for me to look at him with new eyes."
"What really interests me about him is..."
Having said this, Ji Qinghong slowly paused, as if to whet people's appetite on purpose.
His narrow red eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Yan Luoyue with an endless smile.
The demon lord's expression was gentle and peaceful, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
“…”
For a brief moment, Yan Luoyue suddenly understood why others were so afraid of Ji Qinghong.
Because there is something very unstable in this person's temperament, which makes you unable to guess what his next move will be.
Ji Qinghong just stared at Yan Luoyue without saying a word, with a smile on his face, and he kept smiling until Yan Luoyue felt uneasy.
Following Ji Qinghong's gaze, Yan Luoyue consciously reached back and asked, "What's wrong?"
She touched her headband: the braid was tied neatly, the two little pompoms on the pink headband were still there, and they felt warm... everything was normal!
Seeing that Yan Luoyue did not react, Ji Qinghong shook his head slowly.
——It seemed that she didn't know that the boy had created a formation on her headband.
And this formation is what Ling Ji Qinghong finds interesting: because its function is to prevent others from pulling Yan Luoyue's braid.
Thinking back to the look Wu Manshuang gave him from under the white veil a few days ago, and then looking at the headband tied on the ends of Yan Luoyue's hair, Ji Qinghong's smile grew deeper.
At this moment, he was really three points disappointed.
However……
With a slow smile, Ji Qinghong reached out and tugged at Yan Luoyue's braid again.
The formation that Wu Manshuang left on the headband couldn't even last for one thousandth of a second in front of Ji Qinghong.
The small, hidden magic circle that did not affect the beauty of the headband at all and was obviously carefully designed disappeared without a trace the moment it came into contact with the water, just like frost dissolving in hot water.
The innocent Yan Luoyue had her braid suddenly pulled.
“Ouch!”
She screamed unexpectedly. At the same time, Wu Manshuang, who was not far away, suddenly turned her head.
“…”
Faced with this scene, Ji Qinghong raised his eyebrows happily.
Even through a layer of white gauze, he could see that Wu Man Shuang's eyes suddenly widened. That expression didn't look like that of a snake, but more like that of a little roe deer.
Ji Qinghong picked up the two small balls of fur tied to the ends of the hairband and shook them in his palm.
He was in a good mood and commented: "You two are both quite entertaining."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Yan Luoyue, who had her braid pulled three times in a row within two days, finally couldn't help but complain:
"You could have just called me, why bother?"
Ji Qinghong asked with a half-smile, "How dare you say that?"
"……ah?"
With a slight movement of his fingertips and just a stroke, an invisible stream of air fell into Yan Luoyue's headband, leaving a more delicate formation on it.
At the same time, Ji Qinghong said leisurely: "You don't know anything about formations, how can you call yourself your master's apprentice?"
“…Huh?”
Although this was expected, there has been no tea offering, no apprenticeship, and no formal status established. Isn't the pace of progress a bit too fast?
Yan Luoyue was just about to take advantage of the situation when a word of "Master" solidified the relationship. Ji Qinghong then interrupted her thoughtfully.
"But, when I think about it carefully...your senior brother is actually not good at formations. Not only is he not good at formations, but he hasn't even learned one tenth of my weapon-refining skills."
Ji Qinghong clenched his fist and tapped it lightly in his palm. He sighed, "Tsk, such an unworthy disciple, I'd better expel him from the sect."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Very good, it seems that we don’t need to call you “Master” for now.
It might be useless to shout, after all, Ji Qinghong would change his attitude as easily as turning over a book. For him, such a big thing as expulsion from the sect was easier than eating or drinking water.
However...
Feeling a little curious, Yan Luoyue blinked her eyes and tried hard to make herself cute.
"Who is my senior brother?"
“…”
Hearing this question, Ji Qinghong's expression was unpredictable.
He lifted the soft white hair that hung along his cheeks, lowered his head and looked deeply at Yan Luoyue.
After confirming that she really knew nothing about the relevant situation, Ji Qinghong's eyes became strange for a moment, and then he laughed without disguising.
When a beautiful woman smiles, it is often like the trembling of flowers.
But considering Ji Qinghong's evil and frivolous appearance, he was like the real devil who walked out of the book.
So when he shakes his shoulders and laughs, the scene looks very much like a crime scene before the villain plans to destroy the world.
There were originally a few monks working hard near this sealed wall.
Ji Qinghong's smile made everyone around him, except the three of them, tremble with laughter and run away on the spot.
"Didn't Jiang Tingbai tell you? He is the first disciple I accepted."
Ji Qinghong answered the question coolly and looked at Yan Luoyue jokingly. The ridicule in his ruby-like eyes was obvious.
He asked Yan Luoyue: "You clearly know that it was Jiang Tingbai who recommended you to me, but you don't know whose disciple Jiang Tingbai is?"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Even though he knew that if he showed a surprised expression, Ji Qinghong would find fun in his face.
Yan Luoyue couldn't help but be deeply shocked.
——What the hell, it turns out Mr. Jiang is a student of Ji Qinghong? !
These two are in the wrong generation.
In terms of his behavior towards her, Mr. Jiang's mental age is 10,000 times more mature than Ji Qinghong! !
Moreover, it’s not that Yan Luoyue hasn’t thought about this aspect - it’s just that these two people’s areas of expertise are completely unrelated.
According to Ling Shuanghun's narration, who gradually recovered relevant memories, Ji Qinghong was a world-renowned master of formations and weapon refining.
With these two special skills, no one has ever seen Ji Qinghong lack money, and no one could guess how rich Ji Qinghong is.
And Jiang Tingbai...he is a swordsman.
A very, very, very poor swordsman who can only recite from the book when it comes to refining weapons.
...Oh, yes, it seems that a long time ago, one of the impressions Jiang Tingbai left on Yan Luoyue was that he had "received orthodox instruction in weapon refining knowledge."
But this... won't work... after thinking about it carefully, it's still ridiculous...
Yan Luoyue cried out in confusion: "Why would a pure sword cultivator take a formation cultivator and weapon cultivator as his master?"
"Yeah, why?"
Ji Qinghong's smile widened, and he was in a good mood as he accompanied Yan Luoyue to find the answer. He even kindly and gently helped her list the options:
"Is it possible that I am so amazing that I can teach anyone?"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
There is no way to answer this question.
This way of asking the question is simply too frivolous.
Taking a special look at Ji Qinghong's waist, Yan Luoyue was sure that he did not have the habit of carrying a sword.
...In other words, he is definitely not a swordsman.
Yan Luoyue finally couldn't help herself and asked the question that had puzzled her for many years.
"Since you are also Mr. Jiang's master, then why is my senior brother so poor?"
Seeing that Yan Luoyue had quietly accepted himself into the sect and established Jiang Tingbai's position as the "senior brother" by answering a question, Ji Qinghong finally couldn't help but laughed out loud once again.
After patting Yan Luoyue's head kindly, Ji Qinghong threw the question back to her without changing anything.
"Yes, since he has a junior sister like you, why is Jiang Tingbai so poor?"
He left with his hands clasped behind his back in a good mood. Before leaving, Ji Qinghong did not forget to take one more look in the direction of Wu Manshuang.
As soon as his figure disappeared, Wu Manshuang came forward. He gently pulled Yan Luoyue's sleeve, and then
Yan Luoyue took a closer look and was surprised at what she saw: the headband was sky blue with two pink pompoms tied at the end.
“…”
Thinking back to Ji Qinghong's previous behavior of staring at her braid, Yan Luoyue suddenly understood.
"Is there something wrong with the headband?"
Wu Manshuang's answer was very skillful: "Now there is a problem."
Yan Luoyue: "What about before?"
"…For a brief moment, there was nothing wrong with the headband."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Pretending to be serious, Yan Luoyue deliberately said, "Then the one you gave me now is also problematic?"
Her eyes became serious, even if it was just a pretense, Wu Manshuang felt a little flustered.
"Don't be angry, I'll tell you everything."
After listening to Little Snake's concise summary of what happened, Yan Luoyue widened her eyes and tried hard to look at the pink headband she had taken off.
Good, she can't see anything.
Wu Manshuang explained: "He left a formation on the headband. If I don't untie it and you continue to use it, you will feel someone pulling your braid every hour."
Yan Luoyue: “…”
How boring!
Also, how did Wu Manshuang figure out the purpose of this formation at a glance?
After realizing this, an idea suddenly arose in Yan Luoyue's mind...hiss, it actually seems quite feasible!
Yan Luoyue began to analyze while counting on her fingers.
"Look, even swordsmen can be his disciples."
"……Um."
Wu Manshuang, who was eavesdropping, was a little confused, but he would respond subconsciously to whatever Yan Luoyue said.
Yan Luoyue raised another finger and said to herself: "If each carrot has its own pit, I would be the carrot in the pit of the refining vessel."
"You are not a radish." Wu Manshuang said hurriedly, "He looks more like a radish—a big white radish."
Yan Luoyue raised her head and looked at Wu Manshuang with sparkling eyes: "It just so happens that you have a special talent for formations!"
At this moment, Wu Manshuang suddenly understood what Yan Luoyue was planning.
Yan Luoyue will become Ji Qinghong's disciple = Yan Luoyue will return to Yuanzong with Ji Qinghong = After the secret realm is excavated, the two of them will separate.
Once this equation was established in her mind, Wu Manshuang immediately said decisively: "I am radish!"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
Although it's not a good idea to slack off on your first day at work, I can't care less about it now.
Yan Luoyue took Wu Manshuang's hand and walked against the crowd towards the entrance to the secret realm.
"Let's go back first. Tell me about the formation you've been researching recently... Let's discuss this matter carefully."
As she spoke, sunlight penetrated through the multiple layers of sealing walls and was decomposed into seven colors, which sprinkled on Yan Luoyue's hair and shoulders, just like the colorful life she had in the past few days.
Wu Manshuang looked at her beaming with joy, and a belief slowly grew firm in her heart.
He thought: No matter what I encounter, no matter what difficulties I have to overcome... I will always be that carrot.
However, since that day, Ji Qinghong has not appeared for five or six days.
It is said that something unexpected happened to the sealed wall deep in the secret realm. After hearing the news, several masters all rushed over and have not returned since.
On the seventh day, Yan Luoyue suddenly received a paper crane from Jiang Tingbai.
At the beginning of the letter, Jiang Tingbai happily called Yan Luoyue "Junior Sister".
In the middle of the letter, Jiang Tingbai also revealed the news to Yan Luoyue.
Jiang Tingbai said, "Junior sister, don't worry. Master likes you and your friends very much. I heard that everything is going well for you in the Qianlian Conference. I am very relieved when I know that."
But at the end, Jiang Tingbai also implicitly raised a small question:
"Junior sister, I heard from Master that he wants to change the name of our peak to Radish Peak recently. Do you have any idea about this, Junior sister?"
Yan Luoyue: “…”
How could she possibly...ah, she really knew the answer.
It seems that Ji Qinghong was actually there when she and Wu Manshuang were discussing the radish pit that day.
“…”
It was at this moment that Yan Luoyue suddenly recalled: it seemed that since the first time they met, watching the show invisibly was Ji Qinghong's traditional art...
Enduring the pang of conscience, Yan Luoyue wrote back to Jiang Tingbai:
"I don't know, Senior Brother, maybe rabbits just love to eat radishes..."