All the teachers in the sect are villains, except for the little sister who is crazy and perverted

Que Tianwen: ???

Recalling the dramatic scene that happened this afternoon, he suddenly became enlightened.

It turned out to be the case.

Que Tianwen smiled softly again: "I know Xiaoxiao is always careful. I ask these questions because I'm afraid you'll be deceived by a villain. After all, Xiaoxiao is too kind."

Bai Xiaoxiao didn't know for a moment whether he was mocking her.

"Brother Que, you'd better take your medicine quickly." Bai Xiaoxiao picked up the soup bowl and held it in front of Que Tianwen, fearing that she would not be able to control herself.

Que Tianwen's eyes fell on the soup in the bowl - it was a solid black substance, and there was no discernible ingredient in the 'soup', which made his face unconsciously turn green.

"Xiaoxiao, put it down first. I'll drink it in a moment." He turned his head away, pretending to cough.

"That won't work." Bai Xiaoxiao disagreed. "If the soup gets cold, the medicinal effect will be greatly reduced. Brother Que should drink it while it's hot."

And didn’t she come here so late at night just to watch this big show?

Perhaps the "expectation" in Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes was too strong, or perhaps he didn't want to embarrass his man, Que Tianwen took the bowl she handed over, frowned, held his breath, bit his back teeth, tilted his neck back, and poured all the unknown things in the bowl into his throat.

"vomit--"

Que Tianwen subconsciously wanted to vomit, but he held it back.

Bai Xiaoxiao looked at that fly-like face and felt that the depression that had been lingering in her chest suddenly cleared up. She felt refreshed, as if she had drunk some wind oil.

"Hey, Brother Que, are you okay?"

She lowered her voice and tried not to sound so gloating.

"No...I..."

Que Tianwen's mouth was bitter and he couldn't speak. He reached out to take the teacup, but Bai Xiaoxiao took the white porcelain teacup faster than him, put it under her lips and blew on it: "This tea is too hot, let me blow it for you."

While blowing, she admired Que Tianwen's eyebrows which were squeezed into a ball.

But gradually Que Tianwen fell silent.

Bai Xiaoxiao continued to blow hot air: "What's the matter? Huhu - the water is still hot, huhu -"

Que Tianwen was silent for another three moments, then suddenly stood up, grabbed Bai Xiaoxiao's hand and threw her out the door.

'boom--'

The door closed again.

Facing the cold wind, Bai Xiaoxiao pulled her skirt together in a very casual manner.

I can’t afford to play with it, haha!

……

……

The next day.

The square with the auspicious carving of a soaring dragon was crowded with people.

As the number one sect in the world of immortal cultivation, the Wuliang Sect’s rules for accepting disciples are extremely simple.

The neat white jade steps stacked up and crisscrossed each other and flew into the clouds. There was no idea where they were going, and there was no end in sight.

Bai Xiaoxiao knows.

——Dust-cleansing ladder.

Only after successfully walking up all the stairs and standing in front of the real Wuliang Gate of Wuliang Sect, will one be qualified to become an inner or outer disciple of Wuliang Sect.

The old man with white beard standing on the oval spiritual platform also explained the rules for accepting disciples: "Within a cup of tea, the apprentice disciples who successfully complete the Cleansing Dust Ladder are eligible to test their spiritual roots. Those with excellent spiritual roots can be accepted as inner disciples by the elders of the sect, while those with messy spiritual roots will be accepted as outer disciples. But you don't need to worry, the outer disciples also have high-quality resources to help you embark on the path of immortality."

"But, if you fail to successfully walk out of the Cleansing Dust Ladder after a cup of tea, or if you have no spiritual roots, you can only say goodbye to your immortal path with regret."

After the old man with white beard finished speaking, he waved his long sleeves and disappeared without a trace like broken white mist.

There was a lot of noise in the square, and some people had already started to step onto the dust-cleansing ladder.

"This is too easy, it's just walking up a staircase."

Que Tianwen also had a winning smile on his face.

Bai Xiaoxiao listened to their discussion but did not agree with it. After reading so many immortal cultivation novels, she had never seen a trainee disciple challenge the entrance examination smoothly - of course, except for the protagonists.

Bai Xiaoxiao stretched out her left toe to test the jade steps, making sure that they were solid and would not break with a "crack". The trainee disciples who were traveling with her had already walked up the steps in groups of three or five, either playing or competing with each other, and Que Tianwen, who had been accompanying her, was nowhere to be seen.

She sighed and resigned herself to starting to climb the stairs.

At this time, in the main hall of Wuliang Sect.

Complex and elegant ancient Sanskrit characters are carved on the surrounding walls according to certain rules.

The three elders, dressed either solemnly or elegantly, sat on one side of the left seat and on both sides of the right seat, leaving only the upper left seat vacant.

In the middle of the hall, there was a mirror emitting a light blue sheen suspended, and the mirror was projecting all the scenes happening on the Cleansing Ladder, including the behavior and performance of every trainee disciple.

"The new disciples recruited this year are all very lively." The woman in purple gauze sitting on the upper right seat teased with her chin in her hand.

The mirror was reflecting the shoving and jostling between the two trainee disciples.

"A bunch of ignorant little bastards." The old immortal took out the gourd from his waist, raised his neck and took a gulp of wine, burped, and leaned back in his chair and sighed, "When we entered the Immortal Sect, we were all respectful and fearful of leaving a bad impression on the immortal masters. Look at you now... Humph! We are all spoiled."

"What you said is all old news." The purple-veiled woman said slowly, twirling her delicate fingertips. "Let alone hundreds or thousands of years, even last year and this year are very different. It's hard to find a good seedling."

"really."

A strong and powerful immortal nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let's stop here for now."

The elegant man sitting at the highest position gathered his wide white brocade robe sleeves and spoke in a steady and elegant voice: "It should be about time. Let's start the entry trial."

"Yes, Master."

The three of them answered in unison.

The old immortal stood up, raised his robe sleeves and waved them violently, and a beam of strong white light suddenly penetrated into the mirror.

……

Bai Xiaoxiao felt as if she had stepped into some kind of illusion.

Of course, this feeling is not because of how advanced her practice is or how powerful her golden finger is.

But it was hard not to notice the red Mao Zedong portraits with flapping wings circling around her!

Those red, familiar RMB notes emitting the colors of bravery, fearlessness and justice reflected against the blue sky were so beautiful and desirable. Bai Xiaoxiao stood there, caught in a strange dilemma.

If the situation was broken, she had never been loved so much by Chairman Mao in her entire life. The reluctance and attachment emanating from the bottom of her heart really made it difficult for her to move forward.

If you don't break the deadlock, the wings behind the red money are too eye-catching. How many times do you have to hypnotize yourself "I am an idiot" before you can be stupid enough to believe that it is real money.

'Host, what's wrong with you?'

The voice of System 666 suddenly appeared in my ears.

Bai Xiaoxiao didn't look at it, just stared at the wings and muttered, "I'm wondering whether to be an idiot."

666: ? ? ?

666 looked around: "Host, don't be an idiot! This is an illusion that tempts people's inner desires. It's not real! Don't be fooled."

Bai Xiaoxiao: "I know..."

That’s why it hurts…

Bai Xiaoxiao forced herself to turn her head away: "You better break the illusion now, otherwise I don't know what I will do in a while."