Chapter 158: Will Cyber Sword Masters Dream of Steampunk?
Is this reasonable? Is this reasonable?
For the first time ever, the system complained: "But this is Wen Siheng's salary for ten years."
Ning Mingmei: "You cultivators don't need to recharge your meal cards, pay for accommodation, or recharge your bathing cards, so what's wrong with me giving you less money?"
...I really want to hang Ning Mingmei up!
"Wen Siheng has not yet reached the graduation requirements of Piao Miao Peak. First, his cultivation has not reached the Nascent Soul stage. Second, his academic resume has not passed the test. Third, the value he has created for me is less than 10,000 times my investment. Fourth, he has not yet signed a tripartite contract with Piao Miao Peak and an external unit. Whoever takes Wen Siheng away will be an enemy of Piao Miao Peak. Being an enemy of Piao Miao Peak is an enemy of Qingji Sect. Being an enemy of Qingji Sect is an enemy of Wuchang. Being an enemy of Wuchang is a great disgrace to the world and an enemy of the whole world!" Ning Mingmei said, "Old Five, Mu Hanshan!"
The two disciples with the highest cultivation levels looked solemn. Ning Mingmei said: "Go to the Dongshan Temple in Xiangyang City and look for traces of the Wen family mother and daughter. If you find any clues, report them to me first and use the Feisi Book to record their whereabouts at any time. Do not act without authorization."
"Ye Yufei, Old Twenty-Five. You stay in Xiangyang City to look for clues. At the same time, write a report on the Lingfeng Sect's obstruction of enrollment. I don't believe that they only prevent Qingji Sect from enrolling students. Include Wuchang and Baopu Temple in the report." Ning Mingmei's glasses flashed.
You have the guts to offend Wu Chang and Ling Feng Sect!
This means that they will join forces with Wu Chang to give Ling Feng Sect an impossible self-improvement task within a limited time, such as protecting the environment for immortal cultivators in Xiang Yang City. When the time came, Lingfeng Sect was immediately labeled as an evil sect and urged to pay high late fees.
...Speaking of which, isn't it time to set up a patent office and tax bureau in the world of immortal cultivation that are equipped with armed forces to educate everyone to pay taxes on time?
The Five Constant Virtues collect taxes in order to accumulate funds to protect the lives of all the monks. In that case, we might as well call this organization the IRS.
Ning Mingmei deployed his troops and the Lingfeng faction waited eagerly.
…
Early in the morning, Ye Guimu discovered that the atmosphere in Lingfeng Sect had become serious, and people were discussing things in private.
As the second largest sword-cultivating sect in the world, although the Lingfeng Sect is not as good as the top ones in the world of immortal cultivation, it is much better than the bottom ones. This time, the Lingfeng Sect's leader's birthday banquet was held, and Ye Guimu was invited to attend the banquet as a representative of the Qiushi Sect's Qi Sect.
Before setting off, the leader of the Qimen Sect specifically called Ye Guimu and the other two disciples to give them detailed instructions.
"You are not allowed to lower your head and play with the Feisi Book in formal occasions!"
"You are not allowed to drink too much Coke or Sprite! You can only drink one bottle a week!"
"And you, put down that 'figure' of yours. Don't play with dolls when you go to a birthday party on someone else's turf!"
Disciple: "Master, this is not a doll, it's a clay figure."
Sect leader: "What clay figures? How many clay figures are there in your room? There are also a bunch of heads without bodies. I was shocked the last time I went in. I think you look like an evil cultivator now."
...I forgot to mention that Ning Mingmei also has a share in this "figure" department. After the second Qingyan Competition, Qiushi Sect joined the Qingyan Competition peripheral department, freezing the famous scenes of the disciples and making them into figures, clay or soldiers, and the sales were very gratifying. The figures have been localized very well in the Qiushi Sect, and now every disciple of the Qi Sect has one.
Ye Guimu and the other three carefully followed the sect leader's instructions, and acted like immortals along the way, fully demonstrating their demeanor as cultivators of martial arts. Now he walked down the stairs in green clothes and asked the cleaning disciples, "Is there anyone coming from Lingfeng Sect today?"
Ye Guimu was also a little curious. Today was the birthday party, so why did someone come here unexpectedly?
The cleaning disciple: "This..."
"The ones who came here today are disciples of Qingji Sect." said a young man with a pale face.
Ye Guimu saw Han Yan coming out and asked with concern, "Is Brother Han feeling better?"
The young man forced a smile, but could not hide his lack of energy: "Thank you for your concern, Brother Ye. Whether I take care of my body or not, I am in this state."
Ye Guimu sighed in his heart.
Han Yan is the seventh disciple of the leader of Lingfeng Sect. He has now reached the great perfection of foundation building and is only one Jindan Pill away from forming a pill. This cultivation speed can be considered a rapid progress for a cultivator.
Besides, everyone in Lingfeng Sect knows that Han Yan has a very good temper. He is easy to talk to, gentle, and always willing to help others with their difficulties.
If Han Yan's health had not been deteriorating at the same time.
No one could find out the cause of Han Yan's strange illness.
There was a certain familiarity in his words. Ye Guimu felt sympathetic for his sick sister and felt sad for a moment. Han Yan smiled and said, "Brother Ye, why don't you ask about the Qingji Sect?"
"Yeah. How come Qingji Sect is here?" Ye Guimu said.
Everyone knows that the Lingfeng Sect and the Qingji Sect are not on good terms. The leader of the Lingfeng sect and the Bai family have a deep hatred.
It is said that the younger brother of the leader of the Lingfeng sect was killed by the old patriarch of the Bai family.
Han Yan then told the story of the Lian family. After every few sentences, he would pause for a while to catch his breath.
Ye Guimu said: "Over the years, I have been seeking medical treatment for my sister, and Elder Ning has helped me a lot. When he arrives, I will have to thank him sincerely."
Then he said to Han Yan, "My sister and I were attacked by that evil cultivator near Xiangyang City. It was thanks to Lingfeng that he came to our aid. I, Ye Guimu, will never forget this kindness."
Han Yan didn't smile this time, he just shook his head: "Brother Ye, my master wants to see me for something, I should leave now."
Seeing Han Yan turning around, Ye Guimu thought for a moment, stopped him and said, "I have a distant relative who knows an elder of the Medical Island of Yanyun Tower. If you need anything, I can help you ask..."
Han Yan, who was always easy to talk to, actually interrupted Ye Guimu.
"No need to trouble Brother Ye. I know my own body." As he said this, he greeted Kong Huan who was passing by, then lowered his head and left.
I saw Han Yan disappear at the end of the path. Ye Guimu was still stunned.
Sickness, sickness, and more sickness!
Kong Huan bowed to Ye Guimu and said, "Brother Ye."
After the Qingyan competition, Kong Huan was put under house arrest for eight years and was recently released after serving his sentence. His master then asked him to go out and attend the birthday banquet of the leader of Lingfeng Sect on behalf of Baopu Temple.
After what happened that year, Ye Guimu's attitude towards Kong Huan softened slightly, but it couldn't be much better. But now he was thinking about Han Yan, and said, "Do the monks in your Baopu Temple all know a little bit about medicine? Look at him..."
Kong Huan said: "Looking at his complexion, he probably won't live for more than a few years."
The two were silent for a moment.
"I just don't understand why he is so afraid of seeing a doctor." Ye Guimu shook his head. "My sister is the same. She always said that it was too hard for me to find a doctor and medicine, so I might as well give up. It's not bad for her to die peacefully as a mortal."
But if he could live forever, how could he let her be like a mayfly?
How could he bear it... watching her black hair turn white, watching the little girl who once happily called him brother die in his arms.
Kong Huan said hoarsely: "Monk Ye, I'm sorry."
Ye Guimu is a good person. Kong Huan has always known this.
Ye Guimu looked at Kong Huan and was unable to speak for a moment.
In fact, he had heard about Kong Huan's life details and his emotional problems over the years. Maybe it wasn’t Kong Huan’s fault when Rong Qi ran away.
"...Forget it!" Ye Guimu said, "For my sister's matter, the only one to blame is that monster Rong Qi. When we passed by the East Mountain of Xiangyang City, we happened to run into that monster wreaking havoc on the people, and his actions were cruel and vicious. First, it's our bad luck. Second, it's the monster's vicious nature! If I have the chance, I will definitely catch him and..."
He gritted his teeth and said, "Send him to Wuchang Court!"
The Wuchang Court is a newly established organization in the world of immortal cultivation, used to try criminal demons and monsters. After he said this, he glanced at Kong Huan, who actually nodded and said, "Okay."
It seemed as if the past grudges had been resolved, but Ye Guimu just refused to admit it. He was only willing to say: "As for my sister, she has been in much better condition recently with the help of Immortal Ning."
Kong Huan said, "That's good."
The two of them went down together. Now the Lingfeng Sect is decorated with lights and is bustling everywhere. Ye Guimu wanted to take a photo and post it in the Fei Si Book, but then he remembered the sect master's instructions and had to hold back.
And now...
There was a flash of white light in the sky. Kong Huan only took a quick look and then his eyes widened.
That is...
"This is... what the disciples of Qimen mentioned..." Ye Guimu also murmured, "Gundam?"
…
Lingfeng faction's meeting hall.
"Inviting people from the Qingji Sect to come here is already a great shame and humiliation. When they arrive, we must show them our power!" Elder Yang of the Lingfeng Sect sneered, "Qingji Sect? The number one sect in the world? When they come to the Lingfeng Sect, they must follow the Lingfeng Sect's rules!"
All the elders looked disgusted. Only the chief and deputy chief were neither hurried nor slow. The leader of Lingfeng Sect is an old man with white hair and beard, and the deputy leader is a smiling tiger.
"Qingji Sect, please come. A birthday banquet is just a pair of chopsticks." The head of the sect said leisurely, "It's time to let Qingji Sect see what kind of Lingfeng Sect it is now."
The deputy headmaster exchanged glances with the disciples around him. At this moment, a disciple came in from outside, walking hurriedly.
His expression was strange and terrifying, as if he had looked at the toilet after being constipated.
The deputy headmaster asked, "Have the people from Qingji Sect arrived?"
“We’re… we’re here.” The disciple stammered, “But they…”
The elders frowned. Before the disciple could explain, screams of surprise were heard from outside the hall.
"Oh my god, what is that flying in the sky?"
"Fuck! It's coming down! It's flying down!"
"Junior sister! Come out and see the gods!"
The elders of Lingfeng Sect:?
Led by the headmaster, the elders went out leisurely. When looking up at the sky, everyone shut up.
What the hell is that!
The Gundam, shining with silver light, carrying three disciples and Ning Mingmei, landed on the square of Lingfeng Sect that was decorated with lights and colors. Its mechanical system is inseparable from Huyang and Qiushi Gate, its calculations are inseparable from Baopu Temple, its control system comes from Yinbing Pavilion's core technology, its fuel and paint are sponsored by Minghua Valley, and its design and appearance come from the hard work of Yanyun Pavilion.
The Lingfeng faction is in trouble.
"Aren't the Qingji Sect sword cultivators?!" The elder of the Lingfeng Sect was shocked. "Why are they riding something like this?"
Two disciples stood on Gundam's shoulders respectively, and a fairy in black clothes stood on top of Gundam's head. He looked down at the elders and pushed his glasses up with his slender fingers.
"All is well, everyone."
He uttered six words from his thin lips.
The two disciples jumped off Gundam's shoulders one after another. At this moment, Gundam stretched out his hand, holding Ning Mingmei in his palm, and slowly landed on the ground.
Like carrying a flower.
The author has something to say:
Those who don't know Gundam can think of it as a mobile armored robot (large)
Ning Mingmei: They are all made of metal, so how can they not be considered swords?
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