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The Forgotten Sect.

The word forgetting is not that simple.

—Only the water of the Yellow Spring can be called Wangchuan.

There is a bridge on the Wangchuan River, named Naihe Bridge.

Everyone in this world will walk this bridge in the end, only in this matter, God treats everyone equally.

Li Qi went downstairs from the shopkeeper and sat silently behind the counter.

Everyone has noticed his abnormality, but no matter what he asks, Li Qi refuses to say.

"Forgotten River Sect..." he muttered.

He did hear the name.

A very hidden sect, there are definitely not many people who know about it, and there may not even be ten disciples.

However, today he actually heard this sect from the shopkeeper.

"Is there any sound from this sect recently?" Li Qi thought silently.

He really doesn't know much about this sect, but he heard that most of the people who can enter this sect are those who have experienced death.

These people are generally very rough, or have encountered many things.

Most of them have been at the juncture of life and death for a while, and they have long been pessimistic about life and death, so they are more terrifying than ordinary people, and they have to do as they please.

Li Qi has long heard of it. This sect is all about doing whatever you want. They never care about the rules and regulations of the world, nor what kind of reputation they will leave in the arena.

He was really curious about this sect, and even wanted to hear what happened inside.

Feng Qing is recalling her childhood upstairs.

She put her hair down again, put on the original bangs that could cover her eyes, and finally took out her most punk outfit and put it on.

How about? Such a dress can always scare her old sister, right? Feng Qing is full of confidence.

She is confident and thinks that with so many years of experience in secondary school, she can easily defeat this old girl who is a dozen years younger than her.

Then…

Feng Qing quickly realized his underestimation.

The times are progressing, the society is developing, and there are more and more means for the middle-aged and second-year teenagers.

When Feng Qing watched her old sister skillfully open several software and type frantically at a speed faster than her, she twitched the corner of her mouth slightly.

"Sister, the phone is very smooth."

"That's right, but don't worry, I will accept you as my disciple in the future," she said.

"Door, disciple?"

"Yes, it is our disciple of Wangchuan Sect. It is not easy to become a disciple of my third young lady, but you are my sister after all, so I will definitely help you, but you The taste of this dress today is a bit wrong, it is too old-fashioned, and it should be changed."

Feng Qing suppressed the anger in her heart.

Don't be angry, don't be angry, who will be the doctor if you get sick?

Besides, her goal is to sneak into the Wangchuan Sect, and then wipe out this sect. Before the goal is achieved, she must not reveal her identity.

Feng Qing's eyes lit up with fighting spirit, and this kind of fighting spirit could not be resisted by ordinary people.

Then, let's start by understanding the rules of this sect.

—Today, Feng Qing officially became a disciple of Wangchuan Sect.

Feng Qing clicked on the group announcement and various documents, and began to study the various rules of this huge sect one by one.

The Forgotten Church was established two years ago.

Her sister should be in the third grade at that time.

By judging the content of the group chat, Feng Qing believes that the average age of this group should be under thirteen years old, and the fourteen-year-old cannot have this effect.

Although these little brats usually have very clear rules for chatting in the group, they must call themselves a disciple of which sect of Wangchuan Sect, and even their words and actions must conform to what a disciple of this sect should have character, but when they talk, they are easy to reveal.

Feng Qing also judged from these signs that they may have known each other in reality, and may even be in the same elementary school.

Li Qi has been sending porridge to the shopkeeper more frequently recently, and the shopkeeper seems to be concerned about the Forgotten River Sect. Li Qi can hear her muttering when he passes by several times Talk to yourself.

"Miss San, what do you think I am now?" Feng Qing said.

"The first disciple of the third lady, remember it." Her old sister said very seriously: "You usually like to be angry, and you will be taught a lesson by me when you are angry, but I also That is, Miss San is a kind-hearted person, and she never cares about you, but will tell you to be careful and not to smear the sect outside."

Feng Qing listened to this long series of character descriptions about herself, but more than half of them were talking about her old sister's character introduction, and nodded seriously.

"Both."

She found that since she met her old sister, she had said this word a lot, and wished it would become a mantra.

"Then come and see how the people in our group chat." Her older sister said enthusiastically, "Then you can join us completely."

Feng Qing only remembered this after listening to her old sister.

Speaking of which, the group has been bombed for a day today, but Feng Qing has been playing games before, so he has no time to see what is being talked about in it.

Because watching too much, it is easy to break the brain.

She took a serious look at the reply below, looked at it, and suddenly frowned.

It seems... there is a very serious tearing scene in the group.

Because everyone's desire to perform is very strong, the whole scene can be called ghost crying and wolf howling, and people and gods are angry.

"Come to the wheat later, remember, you must attend, this is the first meeting you attended as a disciple." Her older sister said very seriously.

Feng Qingxin said that attending a meeting or something is a small problem... How come there seem to be four or five protagonists in this story?

Obviously, isn't this a love story?

In the world view of normal people, love should not be something that four or five people can share together...

And then again, even if there is, it seems to have nothing to do with your group of elementary school students.

"Old sister... No, Miss San." Feng Qing said those three words very calmly, sometimes even she herself was shocked why her lower limit was so low, " I'm ignorant of talent and knowledge, I really can't understand what happened, can you please explain it to me?"

"You still can't see this?" Her old sister told her the general process of the matter with her leaky mouth.

"The second lady of our sect had a CP some time ago, but her CP was robbed! It was robbed by a shameless person!"

…

"Ah..."

How could this happen?"

"Uh..."

…

Feng Qing didn't quite understand, what was the grief of the first anniversary of the online marriage, but seeing her old sister in such pain, she seemed to feel the same way and covered it own stomach.

She was silent for three seconds, then suddenly showed a shocked expression, "I see! It's really a beast! Oh no, it's not as good as a beast!"

These words seemed to instantly open her old sister's heart, Feng Qing had an illusion, at that moment, the tone of her old sister's words became warm.

Feng Qing looked at it for a while, then suddenly frowned, "Uh, who is this Xuanxuan? He seems to have been messing around inside, I can't understand. "

"He is the former CP of Second Miss." Her old sister said, "He is the elder brother of the former suzerain of Wangchuan Sect."

"Oh, a related household." Feng Qing's eyes instantly became subtle, "Are you rich?"

Her old sister looked at Feng Qing with a crazy look, "He came back immediately after learning about the second lady, and then vowed to marry the second lady as his wife, such a talent She is the most suitable person for the second lady..."

"Wait, then I understand." Feng Qing touched the essence of this, "This is a story about chasing a wife in a crematorium!"

"But that Xuanxuan is a liar!" Her old sister scolded seriously in the microphone.

"He had already made a private agreement with our Sect Master for a lifetime before this!"

Feng Qing tactically leaned back.

This is actually a spider web four-cornered love that can easily affect the reputation of the sect?

So exciting?

…

In order to see this exciting scene with her own eyes, Feng Qing still went to the appointment.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Qing opened the microphone on time.

She was very suspicious that the group of children chose four o'clock because their parents had not yet returned home at this time, so she was able to touch the computer.

At exactly four o'clock, the suzerain of the Forgotten River Sect and several protagonists of the scandal were fully revealed.

Feng Qing listened to the various complaints they made for half an hour in the voice, occasionally mixed with the sound of children leaking air and various sounds of spraying wheat.

She wanted to hear an exciting and **** story, but after listening for a long time, it seemed that children were tearing each other.

And the content of the tearing is probably "You used to eat with me every day, but now you actually eat with her".

"Or give up." Feng Qing lowered her head and muttered to herself.

"Everyone has their own destiny these days, I compete with myself, why bother."

Just as Feng Qing's eyes were empty and she lowered her head to speak, she suddenly heard her old sister's voice coming from the microphone.

"Quick! It's your turn to speak, hurry up!"

"Ah..." Feng Qing's expression became normal in an instant, she adjusted her bangs, and then spoke very smoothly.

What was said in the voice just tonight, she didn't really understand it very well.

Just as Feng Qing was about to speak, Li Qi happened to go upstairs.

He was holding a bowl of porridge in his hand and was about to knock on the door when he heard voices coming from inside.

"Uh..." When Feng Qing opened his mouth, he actually quietly glanced at the relationship network he had just drawn on the paper.

But the next second, she calmed down.

What does it matter if you look at it or not? Anyway, for this network of relationships that has become more and more messy, this basic setting is no longer important.

When Feng Qing spoke, she didn't know that another person was standing outside the room.

Of course, she felt that compared to the conversation just now, she did lack a little emotion.

As expected, the next second she heard her old sister complaining.

"Sister, why is your voice so flat?"