After playing mahjong for more than two days, Yun Feimiao and others finally had a night's rest.
The little ones left listlessly, arm in arm, looking as if all their energy had been drained away.
Yun Feimiao also felt tired. Without any missions, he hadn't slept for two days and didn't even have time to meditate and rest.
Aren’t these senior brothers and sisters really good at exploiting people?
Yun Feimiao originally thought that he would be fine as long as he didn't lose. After all, he learned things quickly and could fight back and forth with Chen Yanshu, Si Junzhan and others. He would definitely win if he fought against his peers, right?
He felt that the only one who could beat him in the same class was Xie Yang, but his seniors would probably not let him sit at the same table with Xie Yang.
It turned out that he was only half right.
His senior brothers and sisters did not let him sit at the same table with Xie Yang, but there were no other disciples from the same class at his table.
Seeing that he had learned it, and even learned it very well, Chen Yanshu decisively asked Yun Feiyin to leave the table and asked Mu Qinrou to come up to the table.
The three big ones joined forces to deal with him, a small one.
After touching it twice, Yun Feimiao realized that the pastor sister was the real master, stronger than Chen Yanshu and Si Junzhan, and could probably compete with Xie Yang.
He felt that this was very wrong.
"Isn't this a bad idea? We're all from the same period..."
Mu Qinrou smiled gently: "How come they are in the same period? Look at that table over there, the four people can be divided into three periods, and Xiao Liu has never won until now."
Yun Feimiao looked over there and found that Liu Songlan and the others were still playing the same way as before, playing a circle of mahjong and performing a set of sword techniques.
He looked at Mu Qinrou in confusion, and Mu Qinrou smiled and said, "Xiao Liu and Junior Brother Gong are in different situations, so the rules of the game are naturally different."
"Junior Brother Gong has a rather impatient temperament, but his mind is very active, so it's suitable for him to be sorted out all at once."
"His attention is easily distracted. Even if everyone gives him advice, when he returns to the mahjong table, he will inevitably think about how to win and won't spend too much time thinking about swordsmanship."
"Xiao Liu is different. He's slow to react and his brain isn't that sharp. He's not suited to being pushed too hard all at once. We still need to give him time to figure things out."
"After all, playing mahjong is just a waste of time for him and not as important as swordsmanship."
"As long as he focuses most of his attention on thinking about sword techniques while playing mahjong, he will definitely lose. After losing, he can practice sword skills and try out what he just figured out."
“…”
Yun Feimiao never expected that these days, playing mahjong is done according to the player's ability.
He thought for a moment and asked again, "So what kind of gameplay do you think is suitable for me, Sister Pastor?"
Mu Qinrou smiled and said, "Isn't this the way to play now? Junior Brother Xie is self-aware. Even if you have good card skills, you will still lose."
"But Junior Brother Xiaoyun doesn't seem to have this awareness tonight?"
Yun Feimiao touched his nose guiltily, not expecting to be seen through.
Mu Qinrou smiled again and said, "People like Junior Brother Xiaoyun deserve the highest treatment. Look at our combination, it is definitely the strongest mahjong team in the Wanjian Sect."
Yun Feimiao: “…”
"I heard that Junior Brother Xiaoyun learns everything quickly. We can't waste the two days before the finals. We might as well learn a few more sword techniques."
Yun Feimiao wanted to refuse: "That's not it..."
"Why not use it? Since you have this talent, you can't waste it."
"Besides, Junior Brother Xiaoyun and Junior Brother Xiaojiang were in the room before..." Mu Qinrou paused here and smiled, "As long as Junior Brother Xiaoyun is obedient, we can help you two create an alibi."
So Yun Feimiao became obedient, and Jiang Qingruo also became obedient. The two were watched by a group of senior brothers and sisters. They completed four or five sets of sword techniques in three days, and they felt that their bodies were hollowed out.
Yun Feimiao leaned against Xie Yang and said weakly, "Ah Feng, you're obviously very fast at swordsmanship, even faster than me and Senior Brother Jiang, so why aren't the other senior brothers keeping an eye on you?"
"Maybe it's because I'm self-conscious?"
During the more than two years that Yun Feimiao was in seclusion, Xie Yang only went in for a few days from time to time, and spent most of his time outside. He did morning exercises every day under Si Junzhan's nose, because Si Junzhan knew his situation.
The senior brothers and sisters from other peaks are also aware of the swordsmanship proficiency of their junior brothers and sisters!
So everyone got together and developed different game plans for them.
Each peak has its own required sword techniques. Xie Yang is very familiar with all except the Xiaoyao sword technique, so Si Junzhan feels that there is no need to give him additional tasks.
Yun Feimiao was of the type that, except for the Xiaoyao Sword Technique and the Wanjian Heart Technique, which he practiced most smoothly and proficiently, his other sword techniques all had some minor flaws.
This flaw doesn't have much impact on him now, but wouldn't it be better if everything could be straightened out?
So Yun Feimiao became Si Junzhan's main focus.
For the first time, Yun Feimiao felt that his senior brother's care was so tiring, and he never wanted to experience it again.
That night, all the direct disciples of Wanjian Sect slept soundly.
The younger ones were simply tired, and they all fell asleep immediately and slept very soundly.
The big ones are the happy ones.
After all, the junior brothers and sisters have made progress. How can they, as senior brothers and sisters, not be happy?
Seeing how tired everyone is, they probably don’t have the energy to go out and do things at night. How worry-free and pleasant it is!
The next morning, Yun Feimiao and others were still sleeping when the bell rang, urging everyone to get up.
Yun Feimiao rubbed his eyes, not wanting to get up, but had to. There was a hint of resentment in his sleepy eyes.
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