[Quick Transmigration] Strategies for face-slapping and abuse

Hearing Qing Li's words, the grumpy Third Elder immediately became furious: "The gangsters in Dingtian Valley even dare to move our Qingyue Sect, they are so daring!"

As he spoke, he pounded his fist on the table again, and there was a loud bang, and the poor square table was instantly shattered into pieces.

Song Zishu's heart is also like this table. He never expected that he would let Qingli meet Sun Feiming after all precautions. The other party not only seduced his Taoist companion, but also deceived the most precious nine-day soul-calling bell back.

That Sun Feiming is also a pervert, he coveted Qing Li before, this time he must have bought him in Zuiyanlou, maybe the two of them have already cultivated together.

Song Zishu was full of despair, but he was even more desperate.

"Song Zishu, you made a mistake in front of the sect master and all the elders regardless of seniority, and even tried to slander your senior brother Qing Li, what should you do?" Qingxuanzi stood up and reprimanded him in a cold voice.

"I, disciple... I was impulsive." Song Zishu said hastily.

"What a spur of the moment!" The irritable third elder stood up abruptly, and a teapot flew out. Seeing that it was about to hit Song Zishu's forehead, he was stopped by a spiritual force.

"The third elder is merciful." With a wave of Qing Li's sleeve, the teapot fell to the ground with a whoosh.

"Qing Li, what are you doing?" The third elder was puzzled, picked up the small incense burner and threw it over.

This time Qingli didn't stop him, he cupped his hands and said respectfully: "Junior disciple is impatient and doesn't think carefully about his words, although he has faults, but he won't die."

In fact, Qing Li didn't want to save him at first, but the system told him that the task of slapping his junior brother in the face was not over yet, and he couldn't just let him die like this.

What's more, the feeling of being saved by one's enemy is much more uncomfortable than dying.

But Song Zishu didn't appreciate it.

"Qing Li, who are you going to show for acting like this!" Song Zishu would rather be beaten to death than Qing Li to save him.

"Song Zishu!" Qingxuanzi hated iron for being weak, kicked him to the ground, and cursed: "From now on, I will not be your master, get out!"

Qingxuanzi is usually refined and peaceful. He never puts his anger on his face like the third elder. If he gets angry, he just keeps a cold face. But today he actually kicked Song Zishu. It seems that he was really angry with this disciple. .

"Master, please give Junior Brother one more chance." Qing Li pleaded.

Qingxuanzi glanced at him, and thought that the Song Zishu was somewhat capable, so he let go and said, "Go back to Siguo Cliff, kneel on the ice thorns and copy the door regulations for nothing, don't come back if you can't finish copying!"

"I haven't thanked Master yet." Qing Li stood aside, lowered his head and said to Song Zishu.

Song Zishu's teeth itch with hatred, why should Qingli be so complacent, but he should be punished by his master, seeing the other party's villain's triumphant appearance, he wished to tear off this layer of shame.

But what can he do!

Song Zishu almost squeezed out the words "Thank you, Master" through his teeth, and rolled away in despair.

Qingfeng Palace returned to calm.

"Qingyue Sect has not won the first place for hundreds of years, and Dingtiangu has taken the lead every time. As the first genius of Qingyue Sect, you must win the first place in this Fairy Asking Fair." The leader took a sip of his tea before continuing.

"Now I am giving you the Po Yuan Pill, just to ask you to practice hard, and when the time comes, you will be able to dominate Tiangu and win glory for the Qingyue Sect."

"There is still half a month before the Immortal Asking Meeting. You should practice diligently, and you can mention whatever you need. As long as you can break through the stage of transforming gods, then there is a [-]% chance of success in this experience."

"This disciple will definitely do his best to win honor for the sect." Qing Li nodded.

"Back off." The master smiled.

"Congratulations to the host for successfully slapping my junior brother Song Zishu in the face."

"Face hit value: 30‖Scum value: 20‖Experience value: 20"

"For the next fifteen days, please rest assured to practice. The most critical part of the face-slapping and scumbag task is coming. Please be ready to meet the challenge."

Qing Li responded, and went back to his cave to concentrate on training. In order to be able to slap faces better, he must be stronger!

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Qingyue Sect, thinking of the cliff.

Song Zishu knelt on the ice thorn, copying the gate rules, thinking that the cliff is cold and humid, and his spiritual power is weak. For those who cultivate immortals, this place is a purgatory on earth.

He knelt here for three days. At first, he only felt that his knees were nailed, and there was a bone-chilling chill, but later on, he became numb, leaving only endless hatred.

Qing Li, Qing Li, this name is like a poisonous curse, every time he drives himself into the endless abyss and suffers from the pain of purgatory, he hates it so much that he can ignore the pain on his body.

When Song Zishu was fainting with hatred, there was a fluttering sound from the silent cliff, the sound echoed in the empty cliff, but it woke Song Zishu's heart.

He opened the letter box, but found that it was empty. When he used thousands of miles to transmit the sound, Sun Feiming did not reply, but he only missed the other party at the time, so he used the flying pigeon to send the letter, but... But now he did receive the letter, but it is much worse than the letter. It hurts not to receive it.

It turned out that Sun Feiming didn't reply to his letter, so what should he do? Could it be that the other party abandoned him?

Song Zishu didn't even care to copy the school rules, he only felt that his life was dark, all of this was caused by Qingli, he seduced Sun Feiming, he took away his position, he caused him to be punished on this cold mountain cliff!

He wants to go out, he must go out!He wanted to snatch Sun Feiming back and tear Qing Li into pieces.

By the way, Po Yuan Pill!

Song Zishu suddenly thought that the leader gave Qingli a Poyuan Pill, if he could steal this thing and give it to Feiming, would he change his mind?

This Po Yuan Pill was actually used when breaking through the realm, according to common sense, Qing Li should not have eaten it yet, as long as he sneaks away from Siguo Cliff tonight and steals the elixir, everything will be fine!

The more Song Zishu thought about it, the more excited he became. He made some arrangements carefully and waited quietly for the arrival of night.

Qing Li circulated his spiritual power for a big week, and felt that his spiritual power was much stronger, and he would break through the stage of transformation in two days. He smiled and prepared to take a trip to the Alchemy Pavilion.

If he remembered correctly, in the original book, Song Zishu would come to steal his Poyuan Pill tonight, so he would be prepared for it, but it would not be good for the junior brother to come here empty-handed.

So Qing Li prepared some gifts for him.

There are hundreds of poisons in the Alchemy Pavilion, with different effects, but the toxicity is immeasurable. Qing Li walked around carefully, and saw several suitable poisons.

"This is Jiuyou Xixin Pill. After taking it, the heart will turn into blood and flow out from the seven orifices." The servant explained.

"This is the Shaxue Jiaoming Pill. After eating it, the body burns like a raging fire. The flames flow along the meridians and cannot be extinguished until the body is reduced to ashes."

The boy was a little startled after he finished speaking. When he first saw Qing Li, he thought that the other party was just looking for some ordinary pills, but he didn't expect such a beautiful person to smile at the poison.

"Okay, just these few." Qing Li paid the spirit stone to the other party.

"Okay." The boy wiped his sweat.

After Qingli found the poison, he went up to the second floor, because Poyuan Pill had a special taste, although Song Zishu was stupid enough, he could tell the difference between the two.

This taste comes from Baishucao and Yuelinghua. Qingli just needs to refine it into powder and sprinkle it on it. This trick is not his idea, it was made by Song Zishu in the book.

The other party used this method to deceive himself by replacing the Sanling Pill with the Poyuan Pill, which caused him to lose all his spiritual power. Then he told the story of his being humiliated in the Zuiyan Building, which discredited him and was exiled. Leave the teacher.

Using his own way to treat his own body, Qing Li couldn't be better at it.