Chapter 132 I Don’t Want to Live Underground Forever
"A disciple of the Qingji Sect."
"Does Elder Ning know which disciples and elders of the Qingji Sect were traveling in Wangyue Town at that time?"
Xu Changze asked this question even though he knew the answer. Just by looking at his secretive eyes, Ning Mingmei knew that he had already confirmed the identity of the person coming from Wangyue Town.
I'm just asking even though I already know the answer.
Since Xu Changze is unwilling to say it clearly, it would be impolite not to reciprocate. Ning Mingmei then said leisurely: "I'm not sure. There are many disciples in Qingji Sect, and the level of their travel affairs is not high enough for me to manage."
It's not a boarding school. You need a pass from your homeroom teacher to leave the house.
"Is that so?" Xu Changze pressed on. "I am also puzzled by this matter. Gui Ruoxue is a traitor of Minghua Valley. It is our duty as Anhua to capture him and bring him back to Minghua Valley. Therefore, we urgently need relevant clues about his whereabouts. Elder Ning happens to be here. Can you help us and inquire for us? Qingji Sect is the number one sect in the world. Xu would like to thank Elder Ning for his generosity."
This man settled the matter without saying anything. He was indeed a middle-aged man with a lot of experience in the bar. If he refused at this moment, he would be accused of being "unjust".
But Ning Mingmei said: "Elder Xu, what you said is inappropriate - are you sure these people are from the Qingji Sect's headquarters?"
Xu Changze asked: "What?"
"Are you sure it's the Qingji Sect, and not the Qingji Sect Jinling College?"
"Are you sure it's the Qingji Sect, and not the Qingji Sect Zhuhai Branch?"
"I only manage the affairs of the headquarters. How can you be sure that they are from the Qingji Sect headquarters and not from the medical school, art school, or MBA?"
"How can we be sure that they are not exchange students? Exchange students are not under the jurisdiction of our department."
"Elder Xu, before you ask for help, you should first determine who has authority. You are not clear about this... Well, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that this matter is difficult to handle."
"Go back and write a report. Then, ask someone from the Gongshan Hall to look it over for you and write an application for the application form. After a few working days, after you get the application form, go and ask the head of the Gongshan Hall to stamp it, ask Shen Liwan to stamp it, ask me to stamp it, ask Yin Xisheng to stamp it, ask Fang Wuyu to stamp it, and then ask Qi Miancheng to stamp it. When all the stamps are stamped, you can make an appointment and discuss whether this can be done and whether it is possible that this matter is related to the disciples of our Qingji Sect."
Don’t worry about why you have to hold a meeting after all the chapters are completed.
Moreover, there is no example for this form and no alterations are allowed. If there are any problems, you have to go back and fill out a new application form and stamp it again.
"After you've confirmed it, go back and come up with a plan. Then go get an application form from Gongshantang and get someone to stamp it... Then we'll have another meeting to see if this plan is feasible. If not, go back and revise it a few more times."
"After that, we will hold another meeting to select the disciples who will be responsible for executing the plan and inquiring about people. The enthusiasm of the disciples of Qingji Sect is very high, and everyone wants this good opportunity to train. Therefore, we must conduct a fair and just audition. Each peak sect should submit a few candidates and conduct an open and fair selection."
"Then, before we start, we'll hold a mobilization meeting..."
"It's not that I don't want to help you. We are sister schools. If a sister has something to do, of course I have to help! But everything must follow procedures and regulations, no matter how close we are. This is a matter of principle. Qingji Sect is the number one sect in the world. If we don't stick to principles, how can we set an example for all the sects in the world? Especially since this is a cross-school cooperation, it is of great significance, and we must do things well."
Ning Mingmei's words revealed the power of dozens of administrative levels of colleges and departments, and deeply demonstrated the experience Ning Mingmei had gained from years of immersion in universities, applying for projects and even asking for a new set of textbooks. The administrative procedures were so brilliant and Ning Mingmei's attitude was so righteous that Xu Changze couldn't open his eyes or say anything else.
Finally getting rid of Xu Changze's questioning, Ning Mingmei stood up and went towards Wen Siheng.
Before leaving, he looked at the stadium. Lin Heting was fighting with Yang Zhiyu. His Wanhua sword technique was brilliant and dazzling. Yang Zhiyu was defeated and retreated step by step.
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Yang Zhiyu said hoarsely, "Are you Lin Heting?"
The highest contempt is silence. Lin Heting said nothing, his sword intent moving forward.
There is no need to talk about victory or defeat.
Ning Mingmei nodded to Lao Wu, indicating that he would take care of everything here - but with just one glance, he discovered that Fang Wuyu was no longer sitting at his seat.
Did he leave just now because he saw that his disciple was about to lose?
Ning Mingmei was too lazy to spend time thinking about Fang Wuyu's affairs. He flew towards Wen Siheng's competition arena, with Xu Changze following behind him.
But as soon as I got there, a wave of heat hit my face.
hot!
It’s so hot!
So this is the red lotus banner?
There were tiny sparks of fire burning inside and outside the competition stage, in clusters, like gorgeous blooming red spider lilies. This was also the first time Ning Mingmei saw Duan Ying. She was wearing the uniform of a Qingji Sect disciple and standing on the competition stage.
In terms of facial features, Duan Ying was originally a pretty girl. But what was shocking was that there was a huge and eye-catching red birthmark on her right cheek, like a twisted spider lying on her face. This hideous mark made her unloved by her mother and father in the palace since she was a child. Later, it was detected that she had spiritual roots and she entered the sect, but was also feared and rejected by her fellow sect members.
However, her relationship with her master Fang Wuyu is mediocre, not because of her appearance, but because of her personality - many years of being excluded taught Duan Ying to protect herself early on. She is stubborn, gloomy, violent, and eccentric. Fang Wu Yu has never had any way to communicate with such a disciple, nor does he have the patience to be a gentle master.
Sometimes, love will only tend to those who receive more love - and the less love a person has received in the past, the harder it will be to receive love in the future.
At this moment Duan Ying was holding a red lotus banner. The raging flames made her face even more terrifying. When Ning Mingmei came over, she was looking at the boy in front of her and said coldly, "Admit defeat."
“…”
Duan Ying said: "You can't beat me, just admit defeat."
On the other side of the competition stage, a very embarrassed young man was lying there.
Wen Siheng was covered in wounds - once the flames touched him, it was extremely difficult to extinguish. Wen Siheng paid a heavy price to avoid the fire. Ning Mingmei watched him slowly getting up from the ground. There was a big cut on his right arm, and blood flowed out of it, dyeing the ground as red as the fire next to it.
Ning Mingmei had never seen such a serious injury on any of his disciples during this competition.
Duan Ying did not take any action while Wen Siheng was getting up. Perhaps it was because she knew that as long as she gently waved the red lotus flag, the young man would be knocked to the ground again.
There was a fierce battle on stage and also off stage. A war of words had already broken out between the disciples from Piaomiao Peak and Baiyun Peak who were watching the battle. Those in the Foundation Establishment Stage were arguing, while those in the Golden Core Stage were standing aside.
For example, Gui Taoran and Bai Bugui.
“Big Brother, stop fighting. You can’t beat her!” The one with red eyes was Gui Taoran. “This strange fire can even burn the meridians of cultivators… Believe me! I know what this thing is used for better than you!”
Fifteen said: "But Third Brother, you have already lost a battle. If the eldest brother loses in the first battle..."
"We can't let our eldest brother die on the competition stage!"
Bai Bugui stood nearby. He looked at Wen Siheng on the stage, his face rarely filled with gloom and sorrow. It was as if he was really an ordinary disciple who deeply loved his master.
Finally, he thought, things don't have to be that difficult.
"Duan Ying! Come on!" said a Jindan disciple from Baiyun Peak. "Senior Brother Yang has given you the Red Lotus Banner. You must win!"
"Master will definitely be very happy. Don't you want your father to know that you are very good in Qingji Sect?"
"Yingying! Yingying!"
On the other hand, Duan Ying received encouragement, enthusiasm and "acceptance" from her fellow disciples, which she had never received since entering Baiyun Peak. There is also an unprecedented responsibility and pressure to not be "ungrateful" or "ungrateful" and to take the banner to win the victory. On the other side, there was Wen Siheng, who was bleeding and with the skin on his right hand cracked, but he still had to stand up.
Finally, Bai Bugui spoke: "Big Brother, please come down."
Wen Siheng didn't say anything.
"Brother, you don't have to fight so hard." Bai Bugui didn't understand what had touched him when he said this, "I'm actually... pretty strong."
Although you may not necessarily get first place, but at least you can get a top ten ranking.
It's like forgetting your undercover mission and exposing your own strength and competing for them because of some illusory "friendship".
"So...you don't have to..."
Bai Bugui’s eyes opened wide.
Because he heard Wen Siheng's voice. Tensions on the surface, just one word.
"No."
Then came the words that only Wen Siheng and the half-demon Bai Bugui, who had extremely sensitive hearing, could hear.
"It took me so much effort to finally become a disciple of the Qingji Sect, and it took me so much effort to finally... have a master like this." Wen Siheng murmured, "I don't want to go back... to the shadows."
I don't want to be defeated in failure and loneliness.
I don’t want to live in the Qingji Sect’s…shadow forever.
…
This stupid senior brother. Bai Bugui thought.
Compared to someone like him, who is half human, half demon, has ulterior motives, and is not even a human. Hasn't Wen Siheng already been a disciple of Qingji Sect for a long time?
At the same time, Bai Bugui also looked at Duan Ying's thin and slightly trembling hands on the other side. He was very clear about Duan Ying's situation.
At this moment, Duan Ying, who was forced to bear the red lotus banner by Yang Zhiyu in the name of "the overall situation of Baiyun Peak", was carrying as much expectations that were forced upon her as she was resentful that would be caused by her expectations being dashed.
Just like Wen Siheng didn't want to return to the shadow of Qingji Sect.
At this moment... does she also not want to return to the shadow of Baiyun Peak?
Gui Taoran was still arguing with Shiwu: "What should we do then?"
"I'm going to find Master!" said a thin little voice.
The person who made the sound was Ren Miao who came to watch the game. Halfway through the battle, Lao Shiqi reached out and covered Ren Miao's eyes, but Ren Miao pulled his hand away and tried to run outside.
Seventeen hugged her and wanted to go with her, then turned around and saw someone he didn't expect.
How did Fang Wu Yu get here?
When enemies meet, they should be particularly jealous of each other. But Seventeen discovered that Fang Wuyu was staring at the stage, not at Duan Ying, but at the wound on Wen Siheng's arm.
His eyes were very gloomy - but with an emotion that he had never had before.
...is it embarrassing?
As he was thinking this, Ren Miao in his arms screamed, "Master!"
Master is here!
Seventeen looked over there. It wasn't just the Master standing there, there were two other people as well.
One is Xu Changze from Minghua Valley.
The other one was Sect Leader Qi in fluttering white robes.
When Sect Leader Qi arrived, Xu Changze stood beside him and was not able to speak. Ning Mingmei nodded to Seventeen and looked towards Wen Siheng.
Then his heart tightened for a rare moment.
This right hand, at this level, looks unusable.
In this game.
He said to Qi Miancheng: "Why are you here, Senior Brother?"
"My disciple told me that something happened at the Mingwu Peak competition. I had asked my disciples to keep an eye on your disciples' matches. If anything unexpected happens, I can come and stop it at any time." Qi Miancheng said, "As expected..."
He looked at Wen Siheng, whose arm was covered in blood, and shook his head: "Fang Wuyu..."
This sentence Fang Wu Yu does not sound like "Qi Mian Cheng" is talking about Fang Wu Yu.
It was like someone who might have witnessed or experienced similar events related to Fang Wuyu, and many years later, he felt casually that there was neither love nor hate.
Ning Mingmei said: "Brother, your fellow apprentice is really dishonest."
"I brought two medical practitioners with me." Qi Miancheng said, "It seems that the situation is under control at the moment. If Wen Siheng wants to come down, he can receive treatment at any time."
Ning Mingmei said: "I thought you didn't care about the disciples in the sect at all."
Qi Miancheng said: "Junior brother, what you said today really hurt my heart - but Junior brother probably doesn't want to talk to me now, let's continue watching."
The two watched Wen Siheng stand up unsteadily.
Duan Ying held the red lotus banner in her hand and looked at him. This flag should have been temporarily given to her by Yang Zhiyu as a "surprise victory" today. Her cultivation level was low and she had no experience in controlling this flag, so she found it a bit strenuous.
She said, "Stand still."
Wen Siheng nodded. He continued to hold the sword, taking a blocking stance, and then...
Click.
The sword fell.
Duan Ying said, "It looks like your right hand has lost its strength. Wen Siheng."
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