After leaving the main peak, Ye Qiao, lying on the couch with no desire to live, couldn't understand how things had developed to this point.
Personal teaching, inner school, and outer school.
The most important task for a direct disciple is to participate in the competition and also to attend classes and train together. According to Mu Chongxi, there is an inner sect elder who personally trains his reaction speed and he is beaten in class every day.
At that time, Ye Qiao hypocritically sympathized with him, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn now.
When they learned that Ye Qiao was going to move to the main peak, the most shocked people were the outer disciples she knew.
Ye Qiao became a direct disciple? Who gave her the backdoor?
"She used to be worse than me in class." Someone murmured in dissatisfaction.
"yes."
"His talent is not high, and his test scores are poor. Even if we want to choose a personal disciple, we should choose one from the inner sect."
"Isn't Senior Sister Ning more suitable than her?"
Ning Qing is an inner sect disciple of Changming Sect. She has a top-grade fire spiritual root and established her foundation at the age of sixteen. Even in a large sect, she is a talented little genius.
She originally thought that the spot for the fifth direct disciple was a sure thing, but she never expected that an outer disciple would suddenly appear along the way.
It would be fine if the other person was better than her.
But when Ning Qing asked around, she found out that not only did she have poor talent, but her monthly assessment scores were also extremely mediocre.
How can such a person become a direct disciple?
Du Chun helped her pack her things in the yard. They had known each other for two months and got along well. When he first heard that she was leaving, he felt reluctant to let her go.
"You are really good." He patted her shoulder, "You became a direct disciple without any notice."
That is a status that many people desire.
Ye Qiao, however, had a gloomy face, as if his parents had died.
Du Chun said angrily: "Just smile, what's the point of having a gloomy face?"
Ye Qiao gave a miserable smile.
Du Chun: “…” OK.
Better stop laughing.
He helped her pack up the things in the yard. Ye Qiao was living in extreme poverty. Apart from the broken sword, the spirit stones were put into a mustard seed bag by her, and there were four talismans pasted on the wall, but no one knew what they were used for.
Ye Qiao took a deep breath and cheered herself up. She tore off the talisman and then called Du Chun.
"Wait a moment." She thought that she would not be able to come down from the main peak in a short time. After all, there were more than 900 stone steps, and her legs became weak just thinking about it.
Meeting Du Chun's puzzled gaze, Ye Qiao buried his head and searched inside the mustard seed bag.
She was so sad that she couldn't sleep the whole night and drew dozens of talismans overnight.
"This is a spirit gathering talisman." Ye Qiao told him where to stick it, "Then you can practice while lying down at night."
Du Chun looked at the talismans in his hand suspiciously: "Is it true or false?"
It’s not that I don’t trust Ye Qiao, but does it really exist that one can practice while lying down?
Ye Qiao said: "You can try it. I've used it before."
After simply packing up his things, Ye Qiao put on his bag and prepared to set off.
As a result, just as she walked out of the yard, a snow-white sword light was pointed at her. Ye Qiao looked up calmly and met the cold gaze of a young girl.
Ye Qiao sighed and tentatively pushed the sword away, "Senior sister, let's talk it over nicely. The Changming Sect forbids drawing the sword."
Ning Qing's face turned even colder due to her calm attitude.
She found out Ye Qiao's residence early this morning and rushed over aggressively.
"Why do you think you can be my direct disciple?" Ning Qing stared at her fiercely, "Just because you have a good relationship with Senior Brother Mu?"
"Otherwise, how could a waste like you with a mid-level spiritual root be able to live in the main peak and practice with Senior Brother Mingxuan?"
Ye Qiao was stared at by her jealous eyes, and after a while he uttered: "You don't know how much I envy you."
Ning Qing: “?”
She looked at Ye Qiao, who looked sad and didn't seem to be faking it, and a big question mark appeared in her head.
"What do you envy me for? Envious that I didn't become a direct disciple?" If her sad expression hadn't been so real, Ning Qing would have even suspected that she was mocking herself.
Ye Qiao was silent for a moment, then said quietly: "I equally envy all of you who don't have to work hard."
Ning Qing: “…” Is there something wrong?
While the two were confronting each other, the young man walked into the yard and said, "Let's go."
He spoke in a lazy tone, leaned sideways, and wore a dusty robe. He did not look like a direct disciple at all.
Ye Qiao withdrew his staring gaze from Ning Qing, took his small bag, and walked to the young man.
"Big Brother?" she called out tentatively.
She had met Xue Yuming, Xuan Mu and Chongxi, and only Zhou Xingyun had not shown up.
In the novel, this eldest disciple is a handsome man with a depressed temperament. He is on the verge of death every day. In the end, he is saved by the gentle and kind-hearted popular heroine.
At this point, Zhou Xingyun also diligently joined the heroine's harem.
Zhou Xingyun hummed lazily.
Then he looked her over calmly, reached out his hand and patted the girl's standing hair, suppressing it.
Ye Qiao tilted his head in confusion and touched the ahoge on his head that stood up stubbornly again.
Zhou Xingyun frowned slightly and stared at Ye Qiao's silly face.
He reached out and pushed her back.
Ye Qiao seemed to be thinking: ... As the senior brother, could it be that he has obsessive-compulsive disorder?
…
After reaching the main peak, abundant spiritual energy instantly filled his whole body. All the pores seemed to open up. Ye Qiao let out a comfortable sigh. No wonder all the cultivators in the world of cultivation were scrambling to become a direct disciple.
The spiritual energy of the main peak alone was so rich that she couldn't move.
After Zhou Xingyun brought people to the main peak, he became a hands-off boss. He picked up the little sister from the sword like a chicken, walked in front of Xue Yu, and threw her to him.
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