Chapter 8 First Group Meeting
It was not until midnight that the sound of the carriage of the third senior brother and four others returning to Piaomiao Peak was heard from the small pine forest.
When Wen Siheng heard the voice, he finally felt relieved as the eldest senior brother.
He put the book down. It is densely packed with notes prepared for tomorrow.
There was an envelope next to the book, with a ray of moonlight on it.
"From my younger sister Wen Sihui."
At the trading office of the outer sect of Qingji Sect, disciples can exchange the spirit stones they have received for silver bills with other outer sect disciples. The universal currency in the world of cultivating immortals is spirit stones. The only way for those disciples who are not well-off to exchange spirit stones for silver notes is to put them in an envelope and send them to their family members outside the sect who are even less well-off.
Immortal cultivators should cut off worldly ties, and this move is often despised by other disciples.
Wen Siheng used his limited time to read the envelope again and again. He knew he should go to bed, but Sihui and Sihuang sent him a letter last week to cry about their difficulties.
To urge him to send money.
Wen Siheng wrote and revised this reply letter over and over again, but ultimately failed to send it out. The reason was simple. The disciple's monthly allowance had just been paid two weeks ago, so there was no way he could stuff money into the letter, and he also had no way of sending a letter without money.
Never mind. I'll send it back in two weeks.
Wen Siheng turned off the lights and went to sleep. The few eyes that were spying on his courtyard finally withdrew.
Competing to see who leaves the desk the latest has become a new interest among the disciples of Piaomiao Peak.
——After everyone had been in the library for five days.
"Thirteen is asleep!"
"Old Five is asleep!"
"Big Brother is asleep too!"
Victory belongs to the genius!
Lin Heting finally poured out the strong tea and went to bed with bloodshot eyes.
The kings of the rolls finally fell asleep, and he could lie down too. He won this round.
"No one is allowed to study secretly in the middle of the night..." He hugged his pillow and uttered incoherently in his sleep.
One academic subject, two kinds of idle worries. The disciples do not share the same joys and sorrows.
At this moment, their cold and aloof master Ning Mingmei also emerged from the darkness.
"It's over," he said.
The system shocked him.
…
The next morning, the wild geese flew south. The disciples who were washing up in the pine forest were full of energy.
Today is a good day.
One after another, flying swords flew up from the small pine forest to the Caixue Palace on the upper level of Piaomiao Peak. While Lin Heting was washing up, he heard his third apprentice brother say, "People from Yanyun Tower are coming today. Let's go over tonight to see what's going on."
I don’t know whether Master is going or not... If Master is going, which two disciples will he take with him to serve as the face of Piaomiao Peak?
If the senior brother gets this opportunity...
Lin Heting became anxious again.
I saw the disciples of Piao Miao Peak standing in a row in the square in front of Cai Xue Palace. Ning Mingmei was very satisfied. As usual, he made his disciples wait for half an incense stick of time before slowly ringing the wind chimes and letting everyone in.
Ning Mingmei: "This is the first official group meeting, we have to give them a good warning."
Ma Wei?
"The first group meeting is very important for shaping the atmosphere of the future laboratory." Ning Mingmei said leisurely, "First of all, we need to make them respect me as their master from the bottom of their hearts... Why are you electrocuting me?"
System: "Sorry, I'm used to seeing you lose your character."
In the corridor, the disciples whispered.
"How is the preparation going, twelfth junior brother?"
"Of course I can't compare to Brother Seven."
"...Everyone is studying hard in the library, except for the third brother and his friends. I don't know where they are." Bai Bugui heard someone complaining, "I just regret that I don't have a good family."
Bai Bugui narrowed his eyes and remembered this person.
Little Thirteen from the King of Curls camp.
It is common for disciples to have conflicts and struggles among each other. After all, there is a saying that goes, "What is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality of wealth." What's more, most of the kings of scores under Wen Siheng's camp come from ordinary families.
Thirteenth Junior Brother is one of them.
Just right. Only because of conflicts can Bai Bugui, a spy, have room for development.
The conflict does not just involve Junior Brother Thirteen. Bai Bugui heard someone say again: "Eighth Senior Brother, why didn't I see you go to the library these days? Are all the things ready?"
"Why are you telling him all this?" Junior Brother Juan Wang 11 grabbed the man who was asking the question and glanced at Senior Brother 8, "...You are so self-degrading and unworthy of your place in the family."
There is disdain and pride in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
The bastard junior brother was indifferent to this.
Before entering the main hall, Bai Bugui walked beside the Eighth Junior Brother and said something intentionally or unintentionally: "I don't know who the Eleventh Junior Brother is excited for. He acts as if he is an elder of the Qingji Sect. No matter how hard you practice, you will still work for those immortal cities when you go out. Compared to those who come from immortal cultivation families, we are all servants. Eighth Junior Brother, don't you think so?"
Eighth Junior Brother was silent and sullen. Bai Bugui knew that the other disciples also heard what he said, and he curled the corners of his lips in his heart.
The messier the better.
The Qingji Sect was in chaos enough that he had the opportunity to find the ancient ruins here.
No matter how much they talked on the way, once they entered the main hall, everyone behaved honestly and cautiously. But after seeing Ning Mingmei, the disciples still couldn't get used to the beauty attack and were stunned for a while.
Ning Mingmei was wearing a white inner garment and a black wide-sleeved shirt with gold sprinkles on it, and was leaning casually on the chair. His short hair was tied back with a black cloth, revealing his pointed and pretty chin, while his beautifully shaped eyes were hidden behind lenses.
A strange and unusually beautiful beauty.
It would not be an exaggeration to kneel down and offer him a long ebony and gold-inlaid pipe.
Only Wen Siheng was trembling as he looked at Ning Mingmei's messy hair. Those were all sins he committed.
"Okay, let's start with you, Wen Siheng." Ning Mingmei said.
System: "Host, they all seem to be amazed by your new look."
Ning Mingmei: "Do they still have time to look at what I look like? It seems that the academic tasks assigned to them are not enough."
...What on earth gave Ning Mingmei such a cold heart?
The system did not shock Ning Mingmei because his character as the flower of the high mountains was not broken.
Wen Siheng moved forward steadily. After all, he is the eldest disciple, and he still has a very imposing aura when showing off in front of other disciples. He said: "As everyone knows, the two major sects of Qingji Sect are sword cultivation and law cultivation. Among sword cultivation, there are mainly two sects, the sword sect and the qi sect."
The Sword Sect values external skills and focuses on studying a variety of sword techniques.
The Qi Sect advocates internal strength and mainly uses the sword to induce the release of tremendous spiritual energy.
"I practice Canglan Kungfu, and I belong to the Qi Sect. So last week I found fifteen Qi Sect books to read..."
Wen Siheng is very capable, and he has summarized the contents of the fifteen Qi Sect classics in a very clear and logical way. Lin Heting exchanged glances with several other geniuses, and they all said in their hearts that Wen Siheng was so terrifying.
Especially Bai Bugui. In the past, the disciples of Piao Miao Peak practiced on their own. He never knew that this seemingly slow-moving senior brother could have such insights into practice.
After all, he is the chief disciple of Piaomiao Peak.
But he saw that Ning Mingmei's expression didn't change at all, which made Bai Bugui feel uneasy. In his opinion, the fifteen classics that Wen Siheng found included all the major Qi Sect skills. Ning Mingmei just wanted to show off his power as a teacher, but he had no other choice.
Until Ning Mingmei asked leisurely: "Are you done?"
Wen Siheng: "That's it."
He was quite pleased with his performance and straightened his shoulders a little.
"You have achieved this much in the first week, which is not bad." Ning Mingmei gave a very brief compliment, "So what is the direction of your research?"
"Qi, Qi Sect?" Wen Siheng responded carefully.
"I'm asking you about your research direction." Ning Mingmei said again.
Wen Siheng was stunned. The others were also dumbfounded.
What does this mean?
Wen Siheng: "...Qi Zong Gongfa?"
Ning Mingmei put down the teacup. The sound of the teacup falling on the table was very light, but it made everyone shudder. He said, "Qi Zong? Why didn't you say your research direction is cultivation?"
Wen Siheng was dumbfounded: "Master..."
"How dare you write about such a big topic? Why don't you write a history of immortal cultivation in the immortal world?"
Everyone shuddered. Ning Mingmei continued, "You just mentioned the Qi Sect's Paishan technique. Compared with the Canglan technique, what are its advantages and disadvantages?"
"There are advantages and disadvantages. The Paishan technique is as powerful as a tidal wave, while the Canglan technique is flexible and changeable..." Wen Siheng began to recite the paper.
"Quantitative indicators. OK, you said that Paishan has great potential energy, while Canglan has great mobility. Are there any quantifiable differences between these two indicators? Paishan has greater potential energy when it strikes with all its strength. How much greater is it than Canglan? How many feet can Paishan split the same mountain? How many feet can Canglan split? How long does it take? How much force is applied to the top of the mountain? How much force is applied to the bottom of the mountain? What is the difference between splitting in humid weather and splitting in dry weather? Have you repeated the experiment or conducted comparative experiments?"
"it……"
"Except for experiments, they are all Qi Sects, so what makes them different? They are all ancient Qingji Sect techniques, so which one came first? Who created them? What are their respective evolutionary histories and branches? Why do we need to develop Canglan Technique when we already have Paishan Technique? Compared with Paishan Technique, what new problems does Canglan Technique solve? In what battlefields does it apply? What room for improvement does it have? Why do some people practice Canglan Technique better than others when they are all practicing the same technique?"
"Is it a problem of physique or cultivation? If it is a problem of physique, how can we improve it to adapt it to cultivators with different physiques?"
Wen Siheng could only answer a handful of questions and felt ashamed. But Ning Mingmei stared at him intently and actually nodded: "You have really worked hard to answer these questions. You are worthy of being a leader in the Qingji Sect."
Give a slap and give a sweet date. Wen Siheng's face suddenly turned red.
Ning Mingmei continued, "You haven't even studied the Canglan technique clearly yet, but you're already trying to take on such a large area. It's not advisable to swallow it whole. Do you understand?"
Wen Siheng whispered: "I understand, Master."
Ning Mingmei: "Now do you know what direction to research this week?"
Wen Siheng: "In the Canglan technique..."
"A review of subdivided directions." Ning Mingmei said.
He glanced at the disciples again and said calmly, "Your senior brother's academic enthusiasm is worthy of praise. Let me ask you, your senior brother answered three of the questions just now, how many can you answer?"
The disciples reflected on this and fell into complete silence. The fifth disciple of Juan Wang also shook his head secretly.
"Do you know why I am so strict? Your eldest brother did a good job, right? Perhaps he is the best among you." Ning Mingmei said, "But he can do this kind of 'research', and so can Liu Xiqiao, the first disciple of the next peak. Who can't do the general discussion? Give it to an outer disciple, let him enter the Sutra Library, and give him a month, and he can do it too."
"Why do you think I asked you to read the classics? You thought I was just reading for fun... If you don't understand the principles of your own practice, how can you talk about surpassing other cultivators?" Ning Mingmei picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. "Next."
All the disciples were shocked by Ning Mingmei's words. A few smart ones have begun to reflect.
Especially the twelve talented disciples.
"I originally read these classics just to compete for victory in the sect, and I also complained about why Master asked us to read these useless things, thinking that he was exploiting us. But now, after listening to Master's words, I know that his thoughts are far-reaching and will be of great benefit to us." The twelfth disciple pressed his hand on his chest, "Master, I understand!"
The system was also quite shocked. It asked Ning Mingmei, "I didn't expect you to have the heart of a teacher. Is this the real reason why you asked them to read the classics?"
Cultivate the future backbone of the fairy world and the like.
Ning Mingmei: "What are you thinking about? Of course, I want them to work hard for me, so that I can be promoted to a higher teaching position."
system:……
The electric man's hands are itching again.
The second person is Lin Heting. He is indeed smart, as he is known as the twin peaks of Piaomiao together with Wen Siheng. While Wen Siheng was being questioned, Lin Heting was already searching in his spiritual consciousness below the stage, trying to fill in the gaps in the questions he could think of that Ning Mingmei would ask.
Fortunately, compared with Wen Siheng, Lin Heting chose a smaller topic.
Lin Heting is from the Sword Sect and practices the Wanhua Sword Technique. The Wanhua Sword Technique emphasizes agility and versatility, using endless variables to confuse the opponent and make it difficult for the opponent to start. Most of the fifteen classics he found this time were related to the Wanhua Sword Technique.
In order to be more knowledgeable than ordinary people, he also read the beginnings of twenty other related books.
Just read the introduction.
Ning Mingmei asked a few questions and then said to the system: "This Xiao Lin is quite clever."
Earn performance, don't slack off.
Lin Heting didn't enjoy his success for long before he was defeated by Ning Mingmei's attacks.
“Does your famous work have any citations?”
"Easy to prove, where does it come from? Have you ever deduced it yourself?"
"Hmm... Three assumptions? Not enough. Five? Then see if we can remove the second one and still make the deduction."
"If you haven't finished reading the classics, then you haven't finished reading them. Next time, don't make up stories just to save face. It's so embarrassing that I just happened to read it." Ning Mingmei said calmly, "The writing style of the weekly report is good. Other disciples should learn from it. Next one."
Lin Heting also went down with a red face.
The first and second brothers were defeated one after another. The disciples became even more worried when they thought of themselves. At this moment, the thirteenth disciple said, "Third Senior Brother, it's your turn. You didn't go to the library last week. Where did you go?"
All the disciples turned their eyes to the third senior brother.
Senior brother Wen Siheng, the representative of the King of Volumes. The second senior brother Lin Heting is a representative of genius. The third senior brother Gui Taoran is the representative of the relatives.
The genius and the king of books have been studying in the library for seven days and six nights. It would be inappropriate for you, a person with connections, not to go to the library, right?
There were already some sparks between the disciples of the several sects. Now, they were all waiting for the third brother to give a reasonable explanation for what they did last week.
Bai Bugui slightly curled the corners of his lips.
A little spark is often the beginning of a bigger crack.
All great empires tend to collapse inwardly.
What did Ning Mingmei ask these four people with connections to do last week?
As we all know, those who have connections within the school are the most difficult to deal with.
People with connections, second generation of x, kids from rich families, come to school just to get a nice diploma. If you use it lightly, it will destroy the harmony of the school and the credibility of the tutor. A lot of unpleasant rumors will spread outside, affecting the harvest of leeks...enrollment of the next class. In the long run, it is not good for building the tutor’s brand image.
You used too much force... Is that something you can use too much force? They are just here to cause trouble. Not only will they not listen to you, but in the end they will also find someone to back them up to suppress you. It's really difficult.
But at the same time, he has so many resources that he can't help but feel itchy.
It can be called a double-edged sword.
Whether the mentor’s connections can be used to become his confidant or a serious threat depends entirely on the mentor’s personal cultivation.
This is a double-edged sword. The first sight of blood kills the enemy.
"Tao Ran, tell me about your progress last week." Ning Mingmei said.
The third brother didn't even look at the others. He scratched his head and walked forward, saying:
"I went back to Minghua Valley last week..."
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