"Asking about the Sword Sect?" Mu Chongxi looked at her in disbelief. "You are in the Sword Sect and you still want to sleep? You have to meditate before dawn and then practice swordsmanship."
"There will be a mental training class at noon, and one-on-one actual combat at night."
"The best sect in the world, if they don't work hard they will be surpassed."
Ye Qiao: This is too curly.
She had the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone, "What about Chengfeng Sect and Bishui Sect?"
Mu Chongxi counted on his fingers, "The Chengfeng Sect is full of demons. They believe that ugly people are not worthy of joining the sect. They are very strict about appearance."
He looked at Ye Qiao and said, "You are quite good-looking, but they only accept male disciples."
“Is this gender discrimination?”
It’s the world of cultivation.
"That's not the case, it's just that their sect's mental method is special and female disciples are not suitable."
"As for eating, the Bishui Sect doesn't eat. Most of their disciples are alchemists, and since they have to prepare for the competition, cultivation is naturally the most important thing on weekdays, so eating only the fasting pills is enough."
Ye Qiao: “…”
Is this cultivation world going crazy?
She was completely desperate, so she simply asked the most crucial question: "So which sect can have enough food and sleep?"
Mu Chongxi perked up when he mentioned this: "That must be our Changming Sect, we have the best food."
"There are five steamed buns for every meal."
Their sect doesn't have much but a lot of steamed buns. When Mu Chongxi first entered the sect, he became desperate from eating steamed buns, so he instigated his second and third senior brothers to rebel against the sect.
Ye Qiao clapped his hands and made up his mind: "I will go to Changming Sect."
This is not about the five steamed buns, but mainly because she loves to go to the chaotic and bustling Changming Sect... Ugh!
"When can your sect sign up?"
Mu Chongxi scratched the back of his head. He vaguely remembered that when they were going down the mountain, the sect leader sighed and said that he hoped to pick up some good seedlings during the outer sect recruitment today.
"today."
"It seems that the registration deadline is tonight."
He looked a little surprised, "Don't you know?"
Changming Sect is one of the five major sects in the world of cultivation after all. Recruiting outer disciples is such a big thing, even the most ignorant casual cultivator should know about it, right?
Ye Qiao really didn't know. She was silent for a few seconds and asked, "So what time is it now?"
Does she still have a chance?
Mu Chongxi also reacted suddenly. He shouted at the top of his voice: "The recruitment will end in half an hour. If you are slow, you will be too late."
He threw the long sword in his hand, and it suddenly grew larger in front of him. He stepped on it first and stretched out his hand towards Ye Qiao:
"Come up."
Those who can wield a sword must have cultivation above the foundation building stage.
But the young man in front of him looked about the same age as himself, but he had already established his foundation.
She didn't act pretentiously, and stretched out her hand so that he could pull her onto the sword.
The long sword floated in the air and then disappeared into the sky. Ye Qiao successfully experienced the feeling of flying. The surrounding scenery was completely invisible and the speed was so fast that people felt dizzy.
Mu Chongxi had to return to the sect before closing time, otherwise he would be beaten up by Elder Zhao. Seeing that he was almost too late, he hurriedly activated his sword skills and accelerated again.
Ye Qiao was a little afraid of heights, and fearing that he would fall, he grabbed Mu Chongxi's hair tightly and successfully split it open: "Ahhh, do you have a driver's license!"
She was almost vomiting.
Mu Chongxi cried out in pain, "Stop pulling my hair."
As the two of them pulled at each other, the sword became unstable and began to shake. Just at this moment, a flying boat came over.
“Oh shit, hide!!”
…
Chang Mingzong.
"It's only half an hour away from being over." The young man sighed softly, "Where can I find a genius for you, Elder Zhao?"
"This year, everyone with better qualifications has gone to other sects, right?"
The Changming Sect has always been at the bottom of the competitions over the past hundred years, and with insufficient resources, naturally the disciples it has received are all of mediocre qualifications.
But there is no choice. The general election is held every ten years, and we need fresh blood.
Elder Zhao didn't hold out much hope, but seeing that the competition was less than a year away, he wanted to try his luck recruiting from the outer sect, hoping he could find some talented people.
"That brat Mu Chongxi hasn't come back yet?"
The boy shook his head, "He's out playing again."
"You're not doing your job all day long." Elder Zhao snorted coldly. It would be easier to expect these few lazy disciples to win next year's sect competition than to hope that a good seedling would fall from the sky.
Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, and no disciples had come to register yet, Elder Zhao waved his hand and was about to take these outer disciples back home when the young man suddenly said, "Elder, it seems like something has fallen from the sky?"
Elder Zhao: “Ah?”
He was slightly stunned, and the next second he saw two people falling from the sky, accompanied by screams and exclamations.
The feeling of weightlessness made Ye Qiao flip quickly when he was about to reach the ground, and then landed handsomely.
Mu Chongxi also adjusted his posture one second before landing.
The noise made by the two men landing was so loud that they successfully created a big hole in the ground.
Mu Chongxi slowly stood up from the pit. He was immersed in the emotion just now and felt a little excited: "Fuck, this is so exciting. Did you see the posture I landed on just now? I named it "Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg."
Ye Qiao: "Great~"
The two men climbed out of the pit, only to look up and meet the death stare of an old man with a sage-like demeanor.
Elder Zhao looked at the human-shaped pit on the ground, and his heart rate quickened. He pointed at the two men with trembling hands, and flew into a rage: "Who told you to dig a pit in the back mountain? Do you know how expensive it is to repair the ground?"
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