Chapter 15
When Qingheng was playing the piano on a tall building, many people below were looking up.
Naturally, most of these people were children admitted to the garden.
Children may not be able to appreciate how good Qingheng’s piano sound is. They only know that the scene of Qingheng playing the piano, viewed from afar, is so ethereal!
Above the tall building, among the clouds, there seemed to be the sound of a phoenix echoing the music of a zither.
Mingqiao tilted his little head back and refused to lower it even though his neck was sore.
The child in red who was standing with him didn't look at Qing Heng at this moment, but stared at him with confusion and inquiry.
After staring for a few seconds, the child in red hesitated and said, "Did I hear it wrongly? Tell me, what did you see?"
Mingqiao's face turned red, and her excitement had not subsided at all.
He pointed his fat finger upwards and boasted in a baby voice, "I see my mother is hot."
The kid in red: “???”
After Ming Qiao finished showing off, he looked at his mother whose appearance was a little unclear above him, and then looked at the child in front of him who was two heads taller than him and obviously much older.
His eyes sparkled, and he asked expectantly, "Hey, can you see what my mother looks like?"
The red-dressed kid remained silent.
He felt that he had realized what was happening. The little idiot in front of him was just talking nonsense!
Everyone knows that the two people sitting upstairs are the city lord and the Qingheng Immortal Lord.
Neither of these people can be someone else’s mother!
"Forget it. Since it's your first day here, I won't bother with you."
The red-dressed kid crossed his arms and glanced at me sideways: "You are lucky to have met someone as good-tempered as me. I advise you, if you want to survive here, you'd better be careful with your words and be more discerning."
After giving these instructions, the child in red walked away.
When Ming Qiao saw him leaving, she didn't even give him a glance.
Mother was finally on top, and although Mingqiao couldn't see clearly, he still wanted to continue watching.
I don't know how long it took before the music ended.
The children who were watching the novelty downstairs all dispersed one by one. They could not see the face of the Immortal Lord upstairs, and they felt bored standing there for a while.
"Hey, Qingheng, look down, there's a very small child."
Wang Feilong, who was upstairs, just glanced down casually and saw the little carrot-head Ming Qiao who had not left yet.
He had good eyesight and could see Mingqiao's little face clearly.
It was precisely because he saw it clearly that he was suddenly startled.
"Qingheng, this child, with you..."
Somewhat like you.
The last few words came to Wang Feilong's lips, but he swallowed them back.
Qingheng's head brother and Wang Feilong are old friends, but that doesn't mean Wang Feilong can be so careless as to offend Qingheng.
"This kid is too young."
Wang Feilong forced himself to change the subject and said, "I don't know why the steward gave him the badge. I'll go later--"
"If he can take it, it's his ability."
Qing Heng, who was on the level above Wang Feilong, raised his hand and put the zither into the space. His voice was clear, like the splashing of broken stones and the sound of jade hitting a porcelain bowl, extremely pleasant to the ear.
Wang Feilong listened to his words and nodded in agreement: "You are right, this child can get a waist card, maybe he is a talented person, I shouldn't interfere too much."
There wasn't much talk between the two of them.
Wang Feilong knew that he was a cold and unapproachable person, so he didn't hesitate to keep him.
"Now that you have finished playing the piano, these children can officially begin."
Qingheng's piano music marks the beginning of the great test of one's spiritual roots.
Fortunately Ming Qiao arrived in time, otherwise if he was half a day later, he would have missed the competition time.
"Okay, it's getting late. I'll go arrange the first test."
"Qingheng, go and have a rest. I won't disturb you."
"Um."
Qingheng simply responded and stood up to leave.
Next to the Zhaixing Tower, there is another tall building, also known as the Library, which contains tens of thousands of books.
The keeper of the library is a book spirit who came from books.
This book spirit has various appearances, facial features, and body shapes. It has no gender, no name, and no particular hobbies.
It only reads books, organizes books, and manages books.
If anyone wants to borrow a book, it will observe you secretly for a moment. I don’t know what the basis is. After the observation, it will decide whether to let you borrow the book, and which floor the book should be borrowed from.
The books on the first and second floors are the easiest to borrow.
The third and fourth floors come next.
The fifth and sixth floors are more difficult.
There is no need to think about going to the seventh floor or above. Even Wang Feilong would be chased away by the book spirit if he went there.
Currently, there is only one Immortal Lord Qingheng who has not been driven away by the book spirit and can go to the seventh floor and still stay there.
Wang Feilong secretly complained about this.
This book lover is probably just a looker!
Seeing that Immortal Lord Qingheng was of unparalleled beauty, it lost all its bottom line and eagerly welcomed Immortal Lord Qingheng to live in its library.
Wang Feilong and Qing Heng disappeared in the Zhaixing Tower in the blink of an eye.
Ming Qiao stood below, rubbing his eyes, and the excitement on his little face turned into loss.
"well."
He sighed softly, but in his heart he still wanted to see his mother.
He wants to see his mother, hug his mother, and kiss his mother!
Just as Mingqiao was happily imagining how to be close to his mother in his little head, a voice behind him brought him back to reality.
"Ming Qiao, it's Ming Qiao, come here."
This voice sounds familiar.
Ming Qiao shook his head, turned around, and saw the manager who had just handed him a sign at the door.
He ran over in a few steps, raised his pretty face, and asked softly, "Uncle, are you looking for me?"
"Yes, I'll take you to your accommodation. You are the youngest of this group of children, so you must remember not to offend the other older children, or you will be bullied."
The steward did not stop such a young child from entering the garden. He sat outside and thought about it again and again, but still felt uneasy.
So, he came in and wanted to take another look at this kid who was not even as old as his youngest son.
The room we stayed in was for six people.
After the first round of testing, some children will be eliminated, and the remaining children will be placed in a room of four.
Then, two people will take a room, and then one person will take a room, until the winner is chosen.
Ming Qiao followed the steward into the six-person room.
When he entered, the other five children in the room of six were in the room.
The oldest of the children was about ten years old, and the youngest was six or seven years old.
They were all stunned by the sight of a young cub like Ming Qiao.
"Ming Qiao, say hello to the brothers. You can come together for the test tomorrow."
The manager wanted Mingqiao to get along better with the older children so that if he encountered any difficulties in life, the older children could lend a hand.
Ming Qiao noticed the steward's kindness, his curled eyelashes trembled, and under the gaze of the older children, his little voice trembled, but he finally spoke bravely.
"Hello brothers, my name is Ming Qiao, and I am three years old."
After Ming Qiao introduced himself, the other older children were stunned for a second, and then responded.
They had smiles on their faces, some deep and some shallow, and one of them came over and held Mingqiao's little hand.
Seeing that they were in a harmonious atmosphere, the manager smiled with satisfaction, left a few words of advice, and left.
The door of the house was closed.
Listening to the footsteps going away, the older child who had just kindly held Ming Qiao's chubby hand almost immediately let go of his hand and asked in disgust -
"Who are you? The steward is only responsible for registration and has never personally sent anyone in."
"Who cares where he comes from? He's not any more powerful than you."
The other child stopped laughing and said calmly, "He's so young, there's no need for you to pay attention to him."
"Du Sheng, Yang Zhi is right, just ignore him and let's continue playing fighting games."
The other children also spoke, and it seemed like they were getting along very well, and it turned out that they had known each other for a long time.
Among the children, Du Sheng, who is the most targeted at Ming Qiao, is also the one with the highest status, and the other children are all trying to give in to him.
Seeing how good they were at pretending, Ming Qiao clenched his little hands into fists.
He climbed onto the only remaining small bed with a huff, turned his back to the older children, and took out a few pills from the storage ring.
Ming Qiao took each of the bitter black pills.
The sound of his eating smacking lips made Du Sheng, who disliked him, frown even more.
"What the hell are you doing here, little brat who's still eating jelly beans?"
"Who knows, maybe he's just here to join in the fun."
"What an eyesore, just as much of an eyesore as my brother."
The discussion was quite loud and Ming Qiao could hear it.
He curled his lips and looked at the bitter pill in his hand, thinking that they must be fools to mistake pills for jelly beans!
He is not afraid at all to compete with such an idiot!
The next day.
The first round of spiritual root testing will test the number and types of spiritual roots.
There are five spiritual roots: gold, wood, water, fire and earth. The more spiritual roots you have and the wider they are, the better your aptitude.
The test results will not be announced on the spot.
Ming Qiao didn’t know how his test results were for the time being, he only knew that he had tested it many times.
In the first round, he stayed.
The six-person room became a four-person room. What made Ming Qiao feel most unfortunate was that Du Sheng, who had previously hated him the most in the six-person room, was in the same room with him again!
Du Sheng saw that he was not eliminated, and the look in his eyes seemed strange!
Mingqiao looks obedient, but actually he still holds a grudge.
His father taught him to hold grudges and to complain to adults!
He did not go to the manager to complain, but ran to the library where his mother lived.
He found out that his mother lived here.
There was no one in the library, and the stairs seemed to be blocked by a barrier, so sometimes it was impossible to go up.
But Mingqiao can walk up. He counted with his chubby fingers and said that he can go up to the fourth floor now!
If you want to go upstairs, you have to ask the book spirit to borrow books.
Ming Qiao borrowed books while sitting on the stairs holding the borrowed books and looking up to complain.
There was no one on the stairs. Mingqiao pouted and started to complain.
He said in a wronged voice: "Mom, Du Sheng tripped Qiao Qiao again when he was walking!"
"He rolled his eyes at Jojo!"
"He also said bad things about Qiao Qiao!"
Ming Qiao complained for quite a while. When he finished, he took a breath and took out a pen and a blank piece of paper from the storage ring.
Spreading the paper on the borrowed book, Ming Qiao held the pen in his chubby hands and carefully drew a three-headed little man.
"For you."
Ming Qiao was talking to the book spirit who couldn't see. He squinted his eyes and said gratefully, "Thank you for lending me the book."
"And you let me sit here and complain."
"It's so kind of you."
This painting of a three-headed little man is Ming Qiao's thank you gift.
Ming Qiao didn't know what the book spirit looked like, so he just drew a little man based on his imagination.
The drawings of the little people were placed on the stairs.
The next day, when Mingqiao came again, the painting was gone.
And he can climb to the sixth floor.
The author has something to say:
Book spirit: Help the baby find his mother!
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Mother is about to see the aggrieved baby rushing towards her!
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