Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Seeing that Wang Qi didn't like herring porridge, the porridge stall owner quickly brought a bowl of mung bean porridge. Wang Qi only took two sips and then put it down again.

Wang Qi was born into a family that was not considered wealthy but had sufficient food and clothing, and condiments such as sugar were still available. But this stall was originally just a place for some mortal craftsmen to eat and drink. How could it be so luxurious to prepare enough sugar? There is less sugar in Wang Qi's Nalu bean porridge, and Wang Qi only has a faint beany taste.

Mao Zimiao watched Wang Qi stirring the herring porridge with chopsticks, frowned and said, "No, Xiao Qi, you can't be picky!"

The young man hummed, picked out a few pieces of herring meat from the porridge, and ate them.

The girl was a little dissatisfied, and the cat ears on her head twitched twice: "Drink your porridge!"

Wang Qi seemed not to hear it and continued to stir the porridge with chopsticks.

Mao Zimiao was a little dissatisfied and felt that Wang Qi should not ignore him. But when she looked at Wang Qi's bowl, she remembered how she saw this guy pulling fried rice the day before yesterday. The girl couldn't help laughing and said with a smile: "I'm so fascinated, meow!"

Hearing Mao Zimiao's sigh, Wang Qi breathed a sigh of relief. It just became a habit for him to start having trouble stirring the porridge with his chopsticks. On the boat, he tried to control his motion sickness by thinking. Unfortunately, his motion sickness is physiological, and the thinking method has limited effect. After imagining the flames and clouds for a long time, Wang Qi became accustomed to sketching the shapes at will. After Wang Qi noticed what his hands were doing, he had an idea and tried to avoid eating porridge in this way.

Just from the point of view of being picky about food, Wang Dabao is just like a child.

There is a saying on earth that men who work hard are the most attractive. The custom of immortality is to think deeply. Mao Zimiao looked at Wang Qi, who was drawing pictures in the porridge opposite him, and felt very happy in his heart.

Think about it, there are very few opportunities for two people to be alone so quietly, meow!

Wang Qi felt the gaze from the other side and felt that he was riding a tiger - this is porridge! It’s a liquid diet! No matter how much you stir it, it cannot be used as scratch paper!

But now I admit that I haven't thought about the problem - meditating on porridge and thinking about fluid mechanics while eating is the demeanor of a celebrity. If I admit that I am pretending, then it is called pretending, not pretending to be an idiot!

My style of painting is not funny!

Fortunately, Wang Qi's dilemma and Mao Zimiao's enjoyment did not last long.

"Hey, aren't you okay..." Wu Fan's voice floated over from a distance. Listening to the footsteps, there were several people with him. Wang Qi silently praised Wu Fan in his heart, then pretended to be disturbed in his thinking and frowned in Wu Fan's direction.

Mao Zimiao's ears moved and he heard Wu Fan's voice. The girl quickly adjusted her expression and pretended to be idle: "Xiao Qi, I saw that Wu Fan is in trouble, meow!"

Wang Qi nodded: "Yes."

Following Wu Fan were three new disciples of Xinyue Immortal Academy. Wang Qi knew them all, but they were not very familiar with them. Different from Wu Fan, the three of them all looked sad. As soon as one of them saw Wang Qi, he came over, threw himself on the table and shouted: "Senior Brother Wang! Do you have to give your brothers a break?"

Ah? Is this...a classic slap-in-the-face plot in novels?

Wang Qi looked at Wu Fan with doubtful eyes. As expected, Wu Fan was very capable of following. He immediately understood what Wang Qi wanted to ask and explained with a wry smile: "We had a conflict with the disciples of Langde Immortal Academy."

It turned out that the new disciples of Langde Immortal Academy arrived at Junli almost at the same time as Xinyue Immortal Academy. The spirit boat of Langde Immortal Academy is also parked at this airport, which is only a few slots away from the spirit boat of Xinyue Immortal Academy. Two disciples from the Immortal Academy inevitably bumped into each other after free activities.

The folk customs of Langde are strong and tough, and the young people from Langde are even more domineering. How could such a group of monks let go of their opponents in the exam? Soon, someone from Langde Immortal Academy took the initiative to provoke Xinyue Immortal Academy.

The disciples of Xinyue Immortal Academy began to tolerate it, but Langde disciples provoked them again and again, and the words they said became more and more unpleasant every time. Finally, one of the Xinyue disciples could not stand the excitement and started fighting with the Langde disciples.

Wang Qi asked suspiciously: "Is it possible to fight privately in Junli City?"

"Xiao Qi, you are so stupid and don't care about anything." Mao Zimiao, who was unconsciously leaning towards the word virtuous, explained helplessly: "Lande and Xin Yue have different rules, meow. Some blocks can be used for competition."

Wang Qi thought for a moment, and there were only two or three people in Xinyue Immortal Academy who could barely claim to be top students after him. Among them, his friend Wu Shiqin was a law enforcer, so there was no reason to participate in such a private fight that was suspected of violating the law. Thinking of this, Wang Qi asked: "What, did you suffer a loss?"

Among the three people brought by Wu Fan, the leader nodded and said: "Brother Long and Senior Sister Liu can withstand Wenbi's words. No one can stop those Haiyi in a martial arts fight."

The so-called literary comparison in today's practice means that two people divide the same number of questions and then exchange the questions in hand to solve the other party's difficult problems. Both sides of the competition must ensure that they can give complete solutions to the questions they pose. The first to complete the opponent's question wins.

On Earth, this kind of duel was once popular among scientists. However, with the improvement of the academic system in the 19th and 20th centuries, the dueling method of scientists has become the same as that of celebrities - to grab the headlines of magazines. The only difference is that scientists only grab headlines in academic journals.

Wu Fan added: "Then they asked me to come to you. This is not my attention. I can't win over them."

Xin Yue's top student nodded and continued to play with the porridge with chopsticks: "I understand, I won't go."

"Great...ah? What did you say?" Hearing the first half of Wang Qi's words, the three of them smiled. They were probably beaten badly by Langde's disciples, and they were overjoyed to see Wang Qi's intention to leave. However, Wang Qi's second half of the words shattered their hopes.

"Why?" One of the three was anxious: "This is related to the reputation of Xinyue Xianyuan."

"It's none of my business." Wang Qi said lightly: "If I don't fight with them, does it mean that they are stronger than me?"

The three people paused, but the other one was still unwilling: "They are slapping us in the face nakedly..."

Wang Qi put down his chopsticks and turned to look at the person who spoke: "Did you make a mistake?"

"Ah?"

"My face is here, let them come and slap it." Wang Qi's expression was serious: "But the face of the Xianyuan, what does it have to do with me?"

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