Chapter 241: The Evil Catfish's Battle of Wisdom and Courage
Today is September 10th, the first day for the new batch of inner disciples to report. Early in the morning, the new inner sect disciples rushed into their inner sect accommodation area in full swing. Lian Chengyue naturally didn't have to squeeze into the ordinary inner dormitory area with those disciples. He has his own mustard apartment.
1b1b, also comes with a loft, it is a very cost-effective mountain view room.
Lian Chengyue owns a house, but unfortunately he doesn’t have enough money to buy a car. After signing in, receiving a freshman gift pack, and socializing with others, he leisurely walked to the Mustard Seed Apartment Area. Along the way, he heard the disciples around him talking about him.
"That must be Lian Chengyue!"
"This year's top scholar, a talented young man who got on the board this year, is as handsome as his father!"
"He's heading towards the apartment area! Even though it's not as good as the villa area, his family should be well off."
"He should be about eight feet tall, right?"
Shi Ruzhuo chuckled in Lian Chengyue's ear: "I didn't expect that you would become the leader among the freshmen this year so soon."
Lian Chengyue: "Yes. These are the fruits of my labor."
Although I was very proud, I still felt something was wrong. Which villain male protagonist thinks that labor is the most glorious?
The Jiezi Apartment District has a quiet environment with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Lian Chengyue lightly touched the doorplate engraved with a magic circle with her fingers and entered the apartment she rented.
The apartment is brand new, with one bedroom and one living room. Lian Chengyue checked the apartment and put away her luggage and the freshman gift pack. Then he sat on the sofa, staring at the mountain view outside the window, his eyes full of scheming and gloom.
Shi Ruzhuo felt that he was very familiar with this expression. When Lian Chengyue plotted against Lian Zhao, he had this expression on his face: "What are you planning, kid?"
Lian Chengyue: "Renting a house is not cost-effective, it's better to buy a house. It's better to use the 2,000 yuan per month to pay the mortgage than to pay the rent."
Shi Ruzhuo: ...
Which villain has a gloomy expression just because he doesn't want to pay the rent?
Shi Ruzhuo was silent for a moment, then said, "But the down payment is 30%... and house prices have been rising..."
Lian Chengyue: "House prices are rising, which is exactly why I want to buy a house. According to my analysis, there is a lot of profit to be made here."
"The down payment is 30 percent." Shi Ruzhuo reminded, "To buy the kind of ancient secret land with a large sea view house you want, it will take nearly 10 million spirit stones."
Lian Chengyue pondered for a moment and said, "If the money is not enough, go kill a few more demon cultivators."
Shi Ruzhuo: ...
If the system heard Lian Chengyue's answer here, it would probably faint on the spot - Lian Chengyue in the original novel took advantage of the battle between immortals and demons to stir up trouble. He was a highly-regarded young star in the immortal sect, and a powerful demon master in the demon world. In order to gain the supreme position in the world of the devil where the strong prey on the weak, Lian Chengyue's hands are stained with countless blood - whether it is the blood of demon cultivators, the blood of immortals, or even the blood of mortals.
But now Lian Chengyue has changed. He has really changed. In a nutshell, killing immortal monks does not make money. And there is nothing good to buy in the demon world. It is better to earn money in the devil world (killing people) and spend it in the fairy world.
"Killing a few ordinary demon cultivators is not enough." Shi Ruzhuo reminded.
Lian Chengyue pondered again: "Then kill the ten demon generals under Jiang Duo. After killing them, you can buy a house."
The ten great demon generals under Jiang Duo...killing just one of them would bring you more than enough profit to buy a house. After killing all ten of them, Lian Chengyue will be the next in line to be Ningbeier's □□ this year. Even Shi Ruzhuo, who was at the peak of his powers at that time, was defeated by a demon general.
"You are so arrogant. You killed a demon general just to buy a house?" Shi Ruzhuo laughed.
Lian Chengyue: "Not just one house. I will buy several and make a model to calculate the best strategy for buying a house."
Shi Ruzhuo: ...
Lian Chengyue always feels happy when his knowledge is monetized. He rummaged through the freshman gift bag, found the Mingdao Academy uniform and an umbrella, and rushed to the Xiangwuxing Gymnasium in the school.
Lian Chengyue still did not ride a sword or rent a car, but walked there. This helps him get to know the most classmates along the way. Sure enough, soon some disciples came to talk to him. As they walked, heavy rain began to fall from the sky.
“It’s raining so hard!”
"Why are we still attending the first class for freshmen when it's raining so hard?"
"We should be able to listen online. Last year, it was raining heavily when Master Ning Feng came to give a speech. Master Ning Feng waved his hand and asked Ru Mu to go online. All the disciples went into the classroom to attend the opening ceremony online."
"Master Ning Feng will also be speaking this year. Let's wait for the notification."
The disciples breathed a sigh of relief. Only Lian Chengyue frowned slightly. He said to Shi Ruzhuo: "My perfect inner sect university life was overshadowed on the first day. Old senior, perhaps you don't understand, but Immortal Ning's opening speech is a very important part of my life."
Shi Ruzhuo: "I understand, you better shut up."
"Student Lian, aren't we going to the teaching building together?"
Lian Chengyue shook his head.
"I won't go to the teaching building. I will stay in the gymnasium and hold an umbrella for Master Ning Feng. This is a very meaningful thing." Lian Chengyue said to Shi Ruzhuo.
Shi Ruzhuo: "...if you have the guts, tell your classmates loudly."
There were several other disciples who had the same idea as Lian Chengyue. They all held umbrellas and walked against Lian Chengyue. It was obvious that they were competing with Lian Chengyue for the position of holding an umbrella for Master Ning Feng. At this critical moment, everyone's cell phones started ringing.
"Isn't Master Ning Feng speaking today?"
"The person was temporarily replaced by... Master Wuwei?!"
"Master Wuwei has come out of retreat?!"
If Ning Mingmei is a hero living in modern times, then Wuwei Zhenren is a legend from ancient times. These monks had only heard of Ning Mingmei's name in the last twenty years, but they had been immersed in the legend of Wuwei Zhenren since childhood.
The Immortal Wuwei conquered the world with one sword. He was upright and upright, and his character was as bright as the breeze and the bright moon. He defeated 100,000 enemy troops from the Demon Realm at Yumen Pass, and supported the righteous path of the Qingji Sect at Tiantai Peak. The figure of Wuwei Zhenren in white clothes and holding a sword left a deep impression on countless monks. It can even be said that many cultivators choose to become sword cultivators because of the figure of Wuwei Zhenren in history.
The crowd was silent for a moment, then suddenly became excited!
The most excited among them were the older disciples. Although the younger generation of disciples were not as excited as them, they were also driven by the enthusiastic atmosphere.
Only Liancheng Moon. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes gradually became gloomy.
"Will there be any more speeches from Immortal Ning?" he asked.
"That won't happen. After all, Master Wuwei is also Master Ning Feng's master!"
The preparation for the exams in the past few years has given Lian Chengyue better self-cultivation. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to keep a smile on his face at this moment.
Without Ning Mingmei, Lian Chengyue showed little interest and followed the crowd towards the teaching building. Shi Ruzhuo whispered in his ear: "You change your expression very quickly."
“…”
"Zhenren Wuwei has a higher status than your Ning Xianzun. In terms of seniority, he is your Ning Xianzun's master. In terms of qualifications, he is the undisputed number one in the world. I advise you not to seek far away. Instead of trying to please your Ning Xianzun, why not try to please Zhenren Wuwei. He may be able to give you more than Xianzun Ning can give you." Shi Ruzhuo was very interested. "Anyway, your goal is to climb to the top of the world of immortal cultivation. What difference does it make whether you choose Zhenren Wuwei or Xianzun Ning?"
There is a difference. At least in the eyes of many sword practitioners, Zhenren Wuwei is better than Ning Mingmei. But Lian Chengyue said, "Old senior, you are mistaken."
"Um?"
"The new era belongs to Immortal Ning. This is my belief. Following Immortal Ning is much more promising than following the old ways of the immortal cultivation world and the human world." Lian Chengyue said, "and..."
The hypocritical aura of the immortal world made him feel sick from the bottom of his heart.
Lian Chengyue didn't know the source of this instinct. It seemed that since he was a teenager, he had a natural disgust for those traditional immortals who were high and mighty, and felt the urge to rebel. It seemed as if there was always a voice deep in his heart telling him that he would overthrow the moral principles and ethics that they used to suppress him, and make the old "rules" of the world his playthings. Then, he would see the expressions of those people who were fooled.
That would be pretty funny.
Are those who have an immortal look always right? Will those who are born superior always be superior from now on?
Ning Mingmei is different. Lian Chengyue only wanted to take advantage of the old "rules" and, by appearing to comply with the old "rules", make the people of the world be deceived by him and become his playthings. But Ning Mingmei...he created new rules.
At this moment, all the disciples' cell phones began to vibrate again. At this moment, all the disciples bowed their heads.
The noisy voices died down slightly until someone spoke first:
"Why do we have to go to the gymnasium to listen to the show when it's raining so hard?"
"Oh my god, is this what Master Wuwei asked for?"
The crowd began to move in the opposite direction again. Most people were still excited, but a few disciples showed frustration and impatience. There are restrictions in the Invisible Gymnasium, and magic cannot be used here (to avoid cheating in sports competitions). In other words, they will be exposed to the rain in their physical bodies to listen to this first lesson for freshmen.
Fortunately, there were vendors selling umbrellas on the road... Who knows when these vendors appeared. The market for umbrellas and raincoats immediately became popular outside the stadium. At this moment, Lian Chengyue sat in the seats belonging to the disciples of Mingdao Academy in the inner field together with the disciples of Mingdao Academy whom he had just met.
Qingji Sect is already cold, and it is even colder and damper when it rains. The disciples were already feeling uncomfortable after enduring one speech after another, and by the time Master Wuwei took the stage for the finale, some of them were already feeling very impatient.
These disciples are also very realistic: It is true that Master Wuwei is a legend. But the legend couldn't bring them any substantial benefits. They are not disciples of Wuwei Zhenren, nor are they related people who can benefit from it. Wuwei Zhenren is so noble that ordinary disciples like them cannot even reach his level and have long lost the desire to fight for fame and fortune.
Since the benefits have nothing to do with me, what use is it to me no matter how "noble" or "upper class" you are? I'm sitting here just to save your face.
On the contrary, Wuwei Zhenren's speech this time caused them to suffer losses. Even if the monks do not get sick from catching a cold, being soaked by the rain is still a bad experience.
The crowd gradually became silent and agitated.
Lian Chengyue didn't get wet because she had an umbrella with her. But he also pursed his lips at this moment.
Suddenly, he said to Shi Ruzhuo happily: "I understand."
"What do you understand?"
"This is what Immortal Ning wants. He doesn't like Master Wuwei." Lian Chengyue said, "For Master Wuwei, it is normal for his disciples to listen to his lectures. It is a fact that the master has a higher status than the disciples. He doesn't care what these foundation-building disciples think of him. In his past era, the disciples at that time were already accustomed to obeying the master's orders."
"But it's different now." Lian Chengyue said.
"What's the difference?" Shi Ruzhuo looked at Lian Chengyue suspiciously.
Lian Chengyue did not answer, but said with a gleaming look: "I will help Immortal Ning do what he wants."
On the other side of the stadium, Ning Mingmei was sitting in the audience with an umbrella, and he also listened to the speech of Master Wuwei. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the disciples finally dispersed. He also threw the speech manuscript that originally belonged to him in his hand into the trash can.
The topic Ning Mingmei was originally going to talk about today was remembering the past and cherishing the present, and uniting as one. For this purpose, he specially wrote a speech: "The Story of a Bag of Rice".
The crowd surrounded Wuwei Zhenren in three layers. Ning Mingmei walked into the crowd openly and smiled at Wuwei Zhenren. Facing the other party's cold and scrutinizing eyes, Ning Mingmei said calmly: "Master, you have worked so hard!"
"The Qingji Sect has changed a lot now." said Taoist Wuwei.
Ning Mingmei laughed loudly: "No matter how the Qingji Sect changes, we will never forget our old leader! The development of our Qingji Sect to this day is inseparable from your contribution! Master, I was supposed to give a speech to the disciples of Mingdao Academy these days, but since you are awake, your matter is the most important, I specially asked for a week's leave to take you to visit the Qingji Sect!"
Ning Mingmei did not hide the fact that he had brought changes to the Qingji Sect. On the contrary, he was quite frank and direct. Zhenren Wukong was standing nearby. He wanted to pick out something, but he had no idea what to do.
At this moment, Master Wuwei chuckled and said, "This makes it seem like you are now the master of Qingji Sect. Then I will follow the host's wishes."
Every word spoken by Wuwei Zhenren is thrilling. Ning Mingmei is not the leader of Qingji Sect, so where does he get the title of “master”?
If Ning Mingmei did not have the identity of the master, would his series of reform measures for the Qingji Sect be considered as overstepping one's authority and being unjustified?
Yin Xisheng on the other side frowned slightly. He vaguely discovered that his master's attitude towards Ning Mingmei could not be considered kind.
But Ning Mingmei actually said: "Master, ever since my senior brother passed away, I have been very worried and anxious. Without my senior brother, the family has lost its master, and I have to shoulder the burden of the family by myself. Otherwise, how should I face my senior brother when he wakes up in the future? Besides..."
"Master should be the one who knows best about the relationship between me and my senior brother."
Ning Mingmei said the last sentence while staring at Master Wuwei. Master Wuwei looked at him. The white-haired immortal still had a dull look in his eyes, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
Now both sides have a clear understanding of each other's attitudes.
Ning Mingmei smiled: "The rain is getting heavier, let's not delay here. We will go to the revolving restaurant to eat first, and this meal will be charged to my account. Tonight, I have prepared a special program for Master at Piaomiao Peak, Master must come to support us!"
"What special program?" said Master Wuwei.
Ning Mingmei: "Of course it's our Piao Miao Peak's special freshman party!"
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