The villain's pet apprentice sister is not to be trifled with

It was seen that the five people from Rongzhu Sect were embarrassed and shy with a hint of awkwardness.

Damn it, I’ve already ended up here, but the master brought me up again to greet and show goodwill to the Renxin Sect and improve their favorability.

They were also extremely unwilling in their hearts.

But when they thought about how terrifying the Renxin Sect was, they dared not disobey. After all, the next game of Qi Men Dun Jia would be their home court.

"Who wants to say something?" One of the men from the Rongzhu Sect scratched the back of his head.

"Big Brother, you should come."

Then, one of them transformed into a fake-smiling boy, took a step forward, clasped his fists and said, "Dear fellow Taoists of the Renxin Sect, I am Wang Tiezhu!

He is the chief disciple of Rongzhu Sect. Congratulations to Renxin Sect for taking first place again!"

Si Qingyu: “???” Who, Tiezhu?

Upon hearing this, Long Cenyue clasped his fists in return, "Thank you very much."

After their eyes met for a moment, Wang Tiezhu was speechless. After a long while, he finally said, "Well...come on!"

Long Cenyue: "Okay."

Wang Tiezhu felt that after two rounds of conversation, they had achieved the purpose of "communication" and led his fellow disciples back with satisfaction.

After the awkward conversation, Long Cenyue looked at Si Qingyu in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

Si Qingyu smiled and said, "We are now extremely powerful."

After the competition was over, all the brothers and sisters from Qingjing Peak, except Qianren, were drafted to work in the fields.

During the days they were gone, the seeds they had planted earlier grew into many cute little seedlings.

What is different from the real world is that the seedlings in the spiritual fields of the cultivation world are colorful.

The field where Si Qingyu was standing was planted with a plant called blood-clotting flower. There were small reddish flowers on the pink leaves. Looking at the whole field, it was very romantic.

"On your left side, counting from the front, there are bugs on the third to the eighth flowers!"

Upon hearing this, Si Qingyu walked over and counted them. When he got closer, he saw that there were indeed densely packed tiny insects on the third to eighth blood-coagulated flowers.

She took out the insecticide powder she had prepared long ago and sprinkled it on the ground. While killing the insects, she looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw a figure wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, lazily leaning on a straw mat on the ridge of Lingtian at least eight miles away from here. Half of his face was covered by the bamboo hat, revealing his wrinkled chin and sagging cheeks.

After removing the insects, Si Qingyu looked at the second and ninth blood-clotting flower seedlings nearby and found that these flowers were not affected by the insect pests.

Afterwards, the old man pointed out a few more points, and Si Qingyu handled them one by one according to his instructions.

There was a large field of flowers, and the old man did not miss a single one even though it was such a long distance away.

She couldn't help but walk towards the old man with curiosity and reverence, and then she stood one meter away from the old man.

The old man said lazily, "Hahaha... little girl, why are you looking at me like that?"

Upon hearing this, Si Qingyu moved closer to him and said, "Senior, may I ask how you managed to do this from such a long distance?"

The tiny bug was smaller than the eye of an embroidery needle. After being instructed, she tried to investigate with her spiritual sense and found that she could only see at most half of the row to her side, but she couldn't see it clearly enough.

Obviously, this old man is a monk-sweeping monk.

The old man took off his bamboo hat, revealing his bronze, skinny face. His eyes, which seemed very bulging because he was too thin, looked Si Qingyu up and down, and he smiled, "You want to know?"

Si Qingyu nodded.

The old man said, "Then help me get rid of all the insects in this and that spiritual plant, and help me pull out the weeds, and I will tell you."

"Okay!" Si Qingyu agreed readily.

In the next few days, after she finished her share, she dragged four of her senior brothers together and worked hard in the fields for the old man.

According to Si Qingyu's instructions before he came, they didn't ask anything and just did whatever they were told to do, pulling weeds and spreading pesticides.

Of course, Si Qingyu, who is good at observing people's words and expressions, naturally did not gain nothing.

The old man occasionally glanced over. Although he was dressed simply, his back was always straight. Si Qingyu also noticed that his fingers were spotless.

The outer disciples of Renxin Sect with lower cultivation levels called him "Laolai" and showed no respect to him.

They also heard that this old man was not an elder of Renxin Sect, but a resident patient who owed medical fees and relied on farming for Renxin Sect to pay off his debts.

Si Qingyu and the others, however, always addressed him as "senior" without being rude.

She did not show any impatience towards his various requests.

Several senior brothers didn’t understand, but they obeyed.

Si Qingyu had the patience to talk to him. Her attitude towards this old man was the same as the way she used to deal with her unscrupulous, rich and willful father, Party A.

As long as she is sincere enough, she will be able to win over the client.

Sure enough, on the seventh day of their diligent work of removing insects and weeds, the old man stood on the ridge of the field and complained, "It's not clean yet!"

Si Qingyu asked, "Which line?"

The old man did not tell her the exact location as he did before, but said, "Go find it yourself!"

Just as Si Qingyu and her four brothers were about to take a step forward, the old man said, "Don't use your eyes to see, use your spiritual sense to search."

"Spiritual consciousness is the eye, spiritual consciousness returns to the origin, all things come into being, and the smallest details are seen through..."

Every word the old man spoke was powerful and as his voice reached the ears of several people, their outward consciousness underwent subtle changes, as if... they could indeed see farther.

Hua Wuying stood on the high ground, standing side by side with Bai Wuchang.

Bai Wuchang said with a smile, "I never expected that Yunyin would be willing to teach them. Your Xiaowu is quite capable!"

Hua Wuying raised her eyebrows, "Of course! After all, she has such an excellent master like me."

Bai Wuchang rolled his eyes and said, "Just forget it!

Don't think that I'm young and forget the crimes you committed over the years.

When you were a child, Yunyin thought you had good aptitude and wanted to pass on his spiritual power to you. He asked you to help him get rid of insects, but you were lazy and took shortcuts, and blew a strong wind, pulling out the roots of the spiritual plants he was guarding. "

Hua Wuying was dissatisfied, "Just tell me, are all the bugs dead?"

Bai Wuchang: "Well, it's dead, but the vegetation is dead too! It's useless!

Hua Wuying, you have been ill since you were a child, why didn't I see it earlier? "

Hua Wuying tilted his head and smiled playfully, "Admit it, woman, you have liked me for a long time!"

Hehe, these are lines from their Xiaowu's storybook. He feels that he is simply amazing and can put what he has learned into practice.

Bai Wuchang: "...Hua Wuying, you bastard!"

Hua Wuying: "Hey, Junior Sister, why do you smell so bad recently? Is it because you stayed with Senior Gu from Dingkun Sect for too long?

Is the Northeastern dialect so contagious? "