Chapter 3 The Beginning of Hair Loss
"Disciple Lin Heting pays homage to Master."
Lin Heting said.
He is handsome, wears expensive clothes, has a confident temperament, and is a resident of Suzhou, a free shipping area...
Ning Mingmei: "She is even more perfect than the male lead."
When the system heard the word "male protagonist", it immediately refuted the rumor: "You're overthinking it. It's not true."
Ning Mingmei: "The Lin family is in Gusu, a free shipping area, and they are a big family and live in a big mansion."
"The Lin family's ancestors were once wealthy, but they haven't produced a Divine Transformation cultivator in two hundred years, so the family has long since declined. Now they have moved to live near Hanshan Mountain outside the city." The system refuted the rumor.
I used to live outside the Fifth Ring Road and had to sit in traffic on the highway for three hours to get to work in the city.
Ning Mingmei: "Lin Heting's clothes are expensive, so he must be from a wealthy family."
"The belt and jade pendant on Lin Heting are inherited from his ancestors. Today, the Lin family makes a living from a silk and satin shop, and Lin Heting's clothes are all made from outdated fabrics from the shop." The system refuted the rumor.
It turns out that they were all luxury ready-to-wear clothes bought at outlets, not haute couture.
Not a rich second generation, just a middle-class family...
Ning Mingmei: "Lin Heting is a genius, extremely talented, and at such a young age he has already reached the early stage of the Golden Core."
"Despite being a genius, Lin Heting never worked hard. The Lin family attaches great importance to education and has invested all their resources in this youngster. The Lin family constantly urged him to find a way out, and only then did they send Lin Heting to the quietest Piaomiao Peak to temper his character. Despite this, he still fishes for three days and slacks off for two days. If the eldest senior brother had these resources, he would have surpassed Lin Heting long ago. Lin Heting is not as wealthy as the third senior brother, and not as hardworking as the eldest senior brother." said the system.
"Then why is he so proud?"
"Lin Heting thinks he is worse than everyone else and is already satisfied. Others are not as good as him, but he is good enough to revitalize the family and live a carefree life." The system said, "Host, don't waste your energy. Lin Heting has everything and will not be confused."
Instead of talking nonsense here, it would be better to bring the male protagonist home to raise him as soon as possible.
Oh~
Ning Mingmei looked at Lin Heting and had a new understanding of his second disciple.
Lin Heting waited quietly for his master to ask questions, full of confidence.
Ning Mingmei: "How's your recent progress in cultivation?"
Lin Heting: "In reply to Master's words. I have been a disciple for more than 20 years and have reached the early stage of the Golden Core stage. I went to explore the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm once, traveled to the Demon Realm with the sect once, and led several disciples from Piaomiao Peak down the mountain to eliminate demons three times."
Body training is considered elementary school, Qi training is considered middle school, foundation building is considered undergraduate, Golden Elixir is considered a master's degree, and Nascent Soul is considered a doctorate.
So this is a graduate student who has one internship experience in a secret realm, one overseas (demon world) summer camp experience, and three demon-hunting project experiences.
"A few days ago, my disciple passed five levels and defeated six generals, and obtained the qualification to enter the Immortal Gate Sword Contest at the 'Xuan' level." Lin Heting added.
I also qualified for the provincial competition. Rich experience indeed.
Ning Mingmei: "When I was your age, I seemed to have already reached the Nascent Soul stage."
Abbreviated as direct doctoral degree from undergraduate.
Lin Heting smiled slightly, unmoved: "Master is born with immortal bones and amazing talent. How can a disciple compare with him? But in time, a disciple will work harder."
System: "It's useless to say it all. Stop talking nonsense and go pick up the male lead."
Ning Mingmei was shocked again, without even raising his eyebrows: "With such good qualifications, it would be a pity if you don't study hard."
Somehow, the system suddenly felt that Ning Mingmei's glasses were a bit evil.
"Everyone's background is different." Ning Mingmei said calmly, "It's just your resume..."
Resume... probably means experience. Lin Heting thought.
Lin Heting smiled again and waited confidently for the defense.
Ning Mingmei: "Why go to the D-class Hundred Flowers Secret Realm instead of the B-class Ten Thousand Flowers Secret Realm?"
Lin Heting: "My cultivation is still low, and I am not qualified to go to the Mysterious Land of Ten Thousand Flowers..."
"But your third junior brother went there a few days ago and brought back some souvenirs." Ning Mingmei said.
"Third Junior Brother... go to Wanhua..." Lin Heting twitched. Although I didn't understand what the souvenir was.
His third junior brother is the son of a wealthy family and can easily get a second-grade secret realm pass from his uncle like getting mahjong cards. How can this be compared? He worked hard to win the prize among everyone else to get the Hundred Flowers Pass. The Lin family gained great honor in the whole Suzhou because of this victory.
The Hundred Flowers Secret Realm Token is something that only those in the late Jindan stage can obtain.
However, due to his limited talent, Third Junior Brother was unable to improve much in Wanhua. Lin Heting comforted himself.
Ning Mingmei added: "Why go to the Blazing Fire Cliff in the demon world instead of Qingqiu in the demon world? There is nothing to see in the Blazing Fire Cliff, and there are no powerful demons to fight with."
Going to Blazing Cliff cannot be considered as overseas summer research, it can only be considered as an overseas summer camp.
The kind that can't even get a letter of recommendation. I would rather be confused.
Lin Heting: ...
"Qingqiu thinks highly of itself... It costs a lot, and one has to maintain good relationships with superiors and subordinates." Lin Heting said with difficulty, "Even if it's Third Junior Brother, it would be difficult to go there just based on financial resources and connections."
"Really? You should know Liu Xiqiao from Qingxue Peak next door. He entered the sect in the same year as you and is in the same direction as you. He also has the same spiritual roots. He will be going there this summer." Ning Mingmei said, "Oh, and your senior brother has received an invitation from Qingqiu before."
Although the structure of Master's words was strange, Lin Heting accurately captured the most crucial words.
Liuxi Bridge...and the senior brother!
"Liu Xiqiao, Senior Brother... I don't know...!" Lin Heting said this in shock, "Invite..."
"Your senior brother thought the cost was too high, so he refused." Ning Mingmei said calmly, but it was Lin Heting's heart that was broken.
Rejected...! !
I worked hard to obtain the Hundred Flowers Pass, and my third junior brother already had the Ten Thousand Flowers Pass, but it was not enough to break through the defense.
Liu Xiqiao, who is of the same age and family background, is his imaginary enemy. And his senior brother, the King of Volume who only knew how to practice all day, actually received an invitation from Qingqiu... and rejected it for this reason!
Lin Heting felt as if his heart was bleeding. The anxiety unique to middle-class families swept over them. The path to becoming as wealthy as the third junior brother has been blocked. Going down, poor scroll kings like the eldest brother are rushing up again. For a moment, he felt that the Lin family was in danger in the tide. They could not break through the ceiling of small wealth and might fall at any time.
But it's okay. The third junior brother comes from a prominent family, but he is absent-minded. Although the senior brother works hard, the platform resources are limited. His overall score is still the highest, but Liuxi Bridge...
"I saw that you submitted an application to travel again a few days ago. That's great. Young people should go out more often." Ning Mingmei said, "It also reminds me of Siheng. He has not been able to go out much for so many years due to his family situation. I just talked to him, and I can only give him more opportunities in Piaomiao Peak in the future."
Big Brother... has been valued by the Master and has been given many opportunities!
Alarms started ringing in Lin Heting's heart. Ning Mingmei continued, "It's a pity that Qingqiu had that opportunity. I plan to ask the third brother later to see if he is interested. If he is, let them form a study group and go there to study together. Siheng will help the third brother with his studies, and the third brother will set up a scholarship for Siheng to support his life. This way, we can have the best of both worlds."
Study group... does it mean to form a covenant? Lin Heting was shocked.
The master also made the eldest brother and the third brother join forces as a perfect match!
He is about to be knocked over by the King of Rolls! !
“Master!”
Lin Heting suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
Ning Mingmei is better off taking his time.
"Master, there is something I forgot to tell you. Over the years, I have observed your sect and found that there are areas that can be further developed... Now, Master... I also want to contribute more to your sect." Lin Heting said with trembling lips, "I have an idea, including... Please give me..."
…this opportunity to work hard.
"Good boy." Ning Mingmei gently touched his head, "You don't have to force yourself. Piao Miao Peak is a platform. It's up to you how much resources you can use and how much you can develop on this platform."
"But it is also the Master's responsibility to integrate resources and redistribute them efficiently. As long as you are eager to learn, you will be rewarded."
So many brilliant ideas popped up as soon as I pressed on. He is indeed a genius.
Listening to Ning Mingmei practicing Tai Chi for a long time, Lin Heting choked up and said, "Master, I am devoting myself to the sect from the bottom of my heart."
A cold light flashed across Ning Mingmei's glasses.
…
The second brother also stumbled away. Ning Mingmei wiped his glasses with his robe, and the system had already condensed into six points above his head.
System: "What is the host doing?"
"There is a saying that goes, 'Talk about friendship with ordinary people, talk about interests with the middle class, and talk about dreams with the rich.'" Ning Mingmei said, "Encourage people in accordance with their aptitude, and that's exactly what it means."
System: "Is this why you ask about students' place of origin?"
The third senior brother’s yellow shirt flashed. Ning Mingmei sat up again. The system said: "Host, do you want to discuss dreams with the third disciple?"
Ning Mingmei: "Yes."
System: "Allow the third disciple to come as well... academically?"
This is an exchange student who is the nephew of the headmaster, and the main point is that his heart is not on studying. Compared with cultivation, he prefers eating, drinking, diving and wine tasting.
"This kind of apprentice is used to raise funds." Ning Mingmei said, "It's great to be the nephew of the leader of the neighboring sect. He can pull in many horizontal projects to make money. Leave some money from the project to pay Xiao Wen and others wages and buy new shoes."
System: ...Although I don’t understand what a horizontal project is.
It's just about letting the apprentices do these projects, right?
Seeing the tall and sturdy figure, Ning Mingmei said again: "Why are there so few girls? Girls are more careful when doing things."
System: "The original sword immortal believes that men and women should not touch each other."
Ning Mingmei: "What's the point of not teaching and learning in academia? Hire more women next time. These men should stop breaking my equipment."
The system looked at him sideways.
What kind of equipment should I buy?
"Oh, right." The system suddenly said, "Remind the host."
Ning Mingmei: "Hmm?"
System: "Salary increases and equipment will not come from the public treasury. The additional monthly allowances given to the disciples by the host will all come from the private treasury of Piaomiao Peak."
…
After a whole day, the system saw Ning Mingmei's broken expression for the first time.
Ning Mingmei: "That means I have to pay them 25,000 yuan every month?!"
System: “Yes.”
Ning Mingmei: "How much savings does this sword immortal have?"
The system thought for a moment and said, "Sword Immortals do not like vulgar things. In terms of cash that is easy to convert into cash, it is probably just that."
"Enough for half a year."
The system fell silent when it saw the young man with long hair and glasses.
The system then kindly said, "You don't have to eat. The sword immortals here don't eat, and they don't need to take a bath."
Ning Mingmei pushed his glasses and said, "It's okay. There should be a warehouse in Piaomiao Peak. At worst, we can just sell the things in it."
That's hard to say.
…
In one afternoon, all eighteen disciples were baptized. Some were so anxious that they wanted to go out and practice sword-fighting immediately, while others felt as if they were basking in the spring breeze. But for some reason, the system discovered that Ning Mingmei didn't say anything when talking to the fourth senior brother.
Only Lao Ba is a bit troublesome.
Old Eight, the previous king has given up and is in despair. No matter what Ning Mingmei said, he would just say "yes, yes, yes" and agree faster than anyone else. But what he did was another matter.
But Ning Mingmei was not in a hurry. Over time, I will have time to take care of him.
Then everyone came together to contribute to his new magnificent palace...laboratory and deposits...research funds.
First of all, we have to let them study hard so that there will be output.
And we have not yet reached the stage of academic monetization.
The footsteps of the sword-wielding elder were heard again from the corridor. The eldest disciple Wen Siheng followed beside him, and now it was time for a summary speech.
For some reason, when the disciples heard the footsteps this time, they were not as frightened as at the beginning, but instead felt another kind of fear.
Finally, the immortal in white sat back on his rosewood chair.
He was still leaning back, holding a teacup in his hand, and said to everyone, "Next, let's assign the tasks for this week."
Everyone sat up straighter on their cushions.
"All disciples under the Sword-wielding Elder have been given a jade card to enter and exit the library. They can browse the books on the first to sixth floors."
The seventh to ninth floors are restricted areas where disciples do not have sufficient reading authority.
"There are hundreds of thousands of volumes of books on the first to sixth floors of the library. Each disciple will read according to their own professional direction during their free time from sword practice. The non-professional directions will be divided equally by the eldest brother."
On average, it is enough for each disciple to read tens of thousands of volumes.
The life of a cultivator is very long. He does not need to sleep and can restore his strength through meditation, so he can concentrate more on his studies. If it doesn’t work, we can always recruit more people later.
"It's just the beginning of this week. Everyone just needs to read 15 first-level entry-level books this week. Submit your work report at the group meeting next week, and everyone should come up and do a pre... presentation." Ning Mingmei said, "The senior brother will show you the detailed method. If you have any questions, ask your senior brother. If he can't answer them, please summarize the questions for me. That's all for today, and we'll talk about other things later."
He pushed a bag of jade slips to his eldest disciple Wen Siheng to distribute. Inside were notes on reading literature that he had written using his magic power during breaks in conversation with his disciples.
system:……
never mind. The system comforts itself. Ning Mingmei himself increased the monthly salary for his disciples, which can be considered as personal teaching...
Still very much like Master Bai Yueguang.
All the disciples who had just been hit once accepted the task in a daze. Obviously, at this time they did not have any practical knowledge of reading literature.
Ning Mingmei was very satisfied with the reactions of his disciples. The talks between teachers and students are beginning to show results.
"Anything else you want to ask?"
Each disciple received his own jade slip and jade token. They held the jade slips above their heads to absorb the information, their expressions varying.
Finally, Lin Heting spoke first: "Master, what is the assessment?"
Assessment?
"The assessment is used to measure your training results, and is also linked to your monthly routine. Meeting attendance, review results, display effect scores, contributions to the sect, etc. are all included in the assessment. The total assessment results of each month are distributed according to the ratio of 1:3:4:1 for excellent, medium and poor. Those with excellent results will receive scholarships. Those who are in the bottom 10% for four consecutive months will enter the PIP, which is the performance improvement plan." Ning Mingmei said.
Everyone looked at each other. Finally, one of the apprentices trembled and said, "After entering the performance improvement plan...will I be expelled from the sect?"
It was not easy for him to pass the assessment from a Sanxian to enter the outer sect, and then pass the assessment from the outer sect to enter the inner sect, and then find a master who is willing to accept him as a disciple...
"Well, most likely it just makes you spend more time on academics. Haha."
Just a delay in graduation.
Although Ning Mingmei didn't say it directly, everyone felt a tightness behind their backs.
I always feel like there's something very evil behind this.
Ning Mingmei said: "Okay, now that everything is clear, let's go."
Everyone wanted to disperse like birds, but they still dispersed obediently.
Master’s new changes are refreshing. Although the rules thrown out at the end were a bit scary, the eight kings of rolls and several geniuses were still full of passion.
Especially Wen Siheng. He wished he could fly down the mountain and into the library right now.
"Big Brother." The fourth brother approached his flying sword, his eyes somewhat like a fox's, "Don't you think that Master..."
The palace bell around Wen Siheng's waist rang.
The ringing of the palace bell is a sign for the master to call his disciples together. But this time, only his own palace bell rang. Wen Siheng was shocked and said, "Master is looking for me, so I won't talk about it for now."
He turned around and flew back to the Snow Palace.
Fourth senior brother Bai Bugui made a “tsk” sound and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He glanced at the hundreds of peaks and five lakes belonging to the Qingji Sect under the clouds, with an expression of ambiguous interest on his face.
Especially when sweeping across the mountains near Piaomiao Peak.
The ancient imperial tomb mentioned in the ancient books of the demon clan...where is it hidden here?
…
Inside the side hall of the Caixue Palace.
"Even the palace here is like a snow cave." Ning Mingmei said, "There's not even a big sofa."
System: "Remind the host, the Sword Immortal is a flower on the mountain top... Why did the host ask the eldest disciple to come back?"
Ning Mingmei just flipped through the book and ignored it.
The system shocked him: "Again, the host's capture target is the male protagonist, not the passerby Wen Siheng."
And the host is Master Qingleng.
"It's so annoying. A baby can't do this private job." Ning Mingmei said.
System: "It's not a baby. The hero is five years old..."
Besides, isn’t it common for mentors to ask their apprentices to come and work during their personal time?
The system behaves like they are going to have a hookup.
Wen Siheng finally came in a hurry. Ning Mingmei then turned around to look at him. He had very long black hair, a very pale face, and his clothes were not properly dressed.
Wen Siheng: …
"Master, what's the matter?"
Wen Siheng felt that he shouldn't be nervous, at least he shouldn't be nervous with a weird feeling in his heart. But the master looked at him and asked him, "How is your swordsmanship?"
"It's OK."
The stability and accuracy of Jindan in the early stage are not much different.
"Okay." Ning Mingmei nodded. He stood up, dragging his robe along, and pulled out a pair of scissors from the drawer and gave it to him, "Help me cut my hair."
It's really annoying to be so long.
It's annoying to keep dragging things out.
Wen Siheng: …
Wen Siheng:? ? ?
“Master!! You can’t do this!!”
Ning Mingmei didn't expect that Wen Siheng, the most honest and academically motivated person in the entire school, would resist so fiercely. Asking him to cut his hair is like asking him to castrate himself to practice the Book of the Golden Flower. Wen Siheng not only resisted, but also objected: "Master, my body and hair are given by my parents, my hair cannot be cut..."
Ning Mingmei then asked the system: "Are my parents dead?"
System: “…Yes.”
Why did she ask him such a strange question so naturally?
Ning Mingmei then said to Wen Siheng: "I am an orphan."
Wen Siheng: "No..."
Ning Mingmei: "I was thrown away when I was young."
The Sword Immortal was indeed thrown at the gate of Qingji Sect when he was young. The sect leader at that time took him in temporarily because he had a good aptitude.
Wen Siheng still refused to give in. Ning Mingmei was annoyed and said, "This is Master's task. You are the eldest brother, you should set an example for others."
Wen Siheng: ...What do you mean by setting an example? Does it mean that every disciple has to cut Master’s hair in the future?
"Master, my body and hair are given by my parents. Violating the ancestral teachings will bring heaven punishment." He struggled a little at last.
Ning Mingmei: "Don't listen to the teachings of your ancestors, listen to my teachings. If there is any punishment from heaven, it is because I told you to cut your hair. The thunder that should strike you will be on my head. And it is inevitable to lose hair when doing academic work."
Wen Siheng finally surrendered.
Ning Mingmei's black hair was long and smooth. Holding it in her hand felt like holding a piece of satin, and the sound of cutting it was like tearing silk. Ning Mingmei closed his eyes and enjoyed the haircut. Wen Siheng was terrified. Every time he cut the cloth, he felt like he was committing a crime by wasting natural resources.
Black hair fell all over the floor. Finally, the cutting is done.
Wen Siheng still cuts his hair a little conservatively. Ning Mingmei looked around in the mirror and felt that although his current hairstyle was short, it was also a bit long.
You can tie a small bun at the back of your head.
But it’s okay, it looks good. Wen Siheng has some talent for being Tony.
"Okay, go ahead." Ning Mingmei ordered, "Don't forget to demonstrate next week."
Before leaving, Wen Siheng swept the floor, gathered up all his hair and put it in Ning Mingmei's closet. Ning Mingmei felt even more satisfied when he saw how enthusiastic he was about his work.
"What a good disciple," he said.
I feel refreshed without the long hair. Ning Mingmei stared at the map for a while and decided to fly on his sword to find the leader of Qingji Sect. When he boarded the flying sword, he heard the system say, "Host, I have to remind you."
Ning Mingmei: "Speak."
System: "There is indeed a thunder tribulation when ascending to heaven in this world. It is calculated based on the behavior of the cultivator."
"Um."
"That is to say, you were indeed unfilial when you asked Wen Siheng to cut your hair just now, and it happened. Your thunder tribulation has been recorded."
A little heavier.
Unwanted thunder tribulations increased.
"Ascension will happen a thousand years from now." Ning Mingmei said calmly, "Just remember it for now."
system:……? ?
What does Ning Mingmei plan to do in the next thousand years? !
...The system had a vague sense of foreboding. This feeling grew stronger as time went by.
Ning Mingmei should obviously be the time traveler with a suitable background... That's what the algorithm recommended, isn't it...?
Ning Mingmei: "Complete the mission and leave."
System: ...I don’t trust you at all. You must be a ghost.
The immortal rides on the wind, his white clothes fluttering in the wind. After seeing the direction of Ning Mingmei's movements, the system was shocked.
"What are you doing there?!"
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