When the devil respects life as a waste

Shen Zhengze flew with his sword to Qingya Academy at an extremely fast speed, and before the green vines and purple flowers attacked, he passed through early.

Xie Lingjun carried Xie Qianshou to the center of the vines, Jie Qianshou tugged at his sleeve and said, "Go and see Qiu Fei and Mei Jiu."

"Okay." Xie Lingjun agreed, he thought that Jie Qianchou would hold grudges, after all, Mei Jiu almost drew his sword to kill him, but Xie Qianchou was unexpectedly kind.

After Jie Qianchou was rescued, after a while, he finally calmed down. After finishing speaking, he smiled and said quietly: "That damn girl Qiu Fei, I said don't fan her, but she still fanned her. I think she sincerely wants to kill her." Me. I don't want to see her jokes and mock her loudly."

Xie Lingjun was speechless and kept moving. They soon met Mei Jiu and Qiu Fei.

Qiu Fei held the scroll in her hand, and said in an embarrassing way: "I'm sorry, when you made a sound, I had already waved a fan, it wasn't on purpose."

Mei Jiu twitched the corners of her lips, and said disdainfully: "Why didn't Wei Lianying fall, you are not good at skills, you blame us?"

"You!" Jie Qianchou was angry, "When you were on the top of the mountain, I told you not to slap your fans casually. You heard me too. I also said that it was not intentional. When you say this, ask yourself, do you believe it? ?”

Qiu Fei let go of her left hand that was holding her nine waist, touched her left chest, and smiled honestly at Jie Qianchou: "Ask yourself, then I have a clear conscience!"

Jie Qianchou: "..."

Xie Lingjun was not very interested in their argument. Seeing the banana fan in Qiu Fei's right hand, he felt familiar, so he asked, "Miss Qiu, where did you get this fan?"

Qiu Fei used to bury a lot of nines, but her friend actually fell in love with a trash.Of course, looking at it now, Mei Jiu really has a discerning eye. He can see that Xie Lingjun is not a showman, but has a long stamina. He is a genius who emerges once every ten thousand years.

How could Qiu Fei dislike Xie Lingjun now? Facing Xie Lingjun's question, she explained in a good voice:

"It was a gift from the master before he left. The master made a total of four fans, one is his natal fan, and the remaining three matching fans were given to his three apprentices respectively. I call this one 'Shu Juan Yuqing' ’, out of the wind. My senior sister’s is called ‘Painting the Boat to Sleep in the Rain’, out of the water. The younger brother’s is called ‘Three Sorrows on the Pillow’, out of resentment.”

"Resentment?" Xie Lingjun frowned slightly when he heard this word, "We absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and what comes out is naturally the force of nature. The resentment from your little brother belongs to human power. Could it be that he is a human being?" Moxiu?"

Qiu Fei nodded.

Xie Lingjun remembered that after becoming a demon in his previous life, he met a demon cultivator with a fan in the abyss.

The abyss has five lakes and four seas. The blessed land of Langhuan built by Xie Lingjun in his previous life is located in the watery environment of the five lakes, and he is also the demon cultivator he met on the bank of the watery area.

That demon cultivator later became the owner of Guixu Valley.

Xie Lingjun thought of this person, and praised: "Your master must be a great power who is not born."

"Yes." Qiu Fei readily admitted without being polite.

Qiu Fei didn't say much, and Xie Lingjun couldn't ask more.The four went down against the valley wind, avoiding vines all the way, and soon saw a pavilion.

Among the green vines and purple flowers all over the sky, there is a castle in the air, Feng Xu Lingfeng, stands majestically.

As the breeze came, the clouds and mist gradually dispersed, revealing the whole picture of the thousands of feet high pavilion, but unfortunately they stood too close to see the pavilion.

Seeing this pavilion, an uninformed monk will naturally come up with four words-amazing.

Xie Lingjun had seen the Wantian Academy in Southern Xinjiang in his previous life, and knew that this Qingya Academy could not even compare to a small star-seeking building in the Wantian Academy, so he didn't have any amazement on his face.

Xie Lingjun hugged Jie Qianchou by the waist, threw him off the sword, and returned the saber he picked up to Jie Qianchou.

Jie Qianchou couldn't hide the longing and admiration on his face, he was taken aback by this huge monster, and said stupidly, "Am I going to live and study here for the next three years?"

"No!" A voice came from the air, answering Qianchou's doubts, "Academy is just an academy, only for study, no accommodation is provided."

"I really..." The steps that Jie Qianchou stepped on were sapphire, and there were faint clouds floating under her feet.He stepped up the steps step by step, his heart was surging and excited.

Am I really going to study here?

Jie Qianchou felt that her hard work had finally paid off.

Xie Lingjun put his sword back into its sheath, raised his head, looked at the person standing in front of Zhumen, and walked towards that person slowly, slowly.

Shen Zhengze was truly like the wind, the mountain, and the water. Even if he stood motionless and stood silently in front of the door, people couldn't move their eyes. When they looked at him, they could only see him.

Xie Lingjun thought to himself, this person is clearly like a fog.

Xie Lingjun put his hand on the saber at his waist, even if he walked slowly, after walking for a long time, he was almost in front of the opponent.

At this time, Xie Lingjun suddenly thought:

Why do I insist on killing Shen Zhengze?It was clearly Liu Shaoqing who killed me, why would I anger Shen Zhengze?Or is it that I hated him terribly in the first place, but I just found an excuse to make the venting of hatred justifiable?

Xie Lingjun walked up to Shen Zhengze, paused for a moment, and soon deliberately looked away, preparing to step over the high threshold and enter Qingya Academy.

"Wait a minute," Shen Zhengze looked at Xie Lingjun with a warm smile on his face, "Suddenly remembered something, and I really want to share it with you."

Xie Lingjun stopped, looked down at Shen Zhengze, with a slightly puzzled tone: "What's the matter?"

A gust of wind blew by, and the moisture brought by the cloud and smoke hit their faces.

Shen Zhengze's sleeves swung lightly, Qing Jin shook slightly, and said with a smile: "I have been your senior brother since last night, please call Second Senior Brother to let me listen."

Xie Lingjun held his breath in his chest, "Second Senior Brother" is not a good thing to say, and it is not good to not say it.

At this time, he remembered that in his previous life, Shen Zhengze liked to hang around in front of his eyes, saying "Senior Brother Xie" all the time.He yelled too many times, even for such a good-tempered person, he felt rather irritable.

"Forget it, I made it difficult for others, Junior Brother, just pretend that I didn't say anything." Shen Zhengze tilted his head, and there was a hint of disappointment in his tone, and he didn't know if it was true or not.

Xie Lingjun smiled slightly, and called out generously: "Senior Brother Shen."

Shen Zhengze just smiled and didn't agree.The complex emotions intertwined in his heart were about to overwhelm him.

Is this person so similar to Xie Lingjun?This feeling is so disgusting.

a fake.

Xie Lingjun stepped into the door and saw a man in purple clothes standing in front of the hall, holding a jade-faced scholar.

This is He Zhizhou, Elder Lingbao of Qingyang Pavilion.

"You came very early," He Zhizhou said to Xie Lingjun, "You and Hu Li can be said to be the first two to come, but you left later, what did you do?"

He Zhizhou asked the question knowingly, but Xie Lingjun still answered honestly: "I don't know the way to solve Qianchou, I will guide you."

He Zhizhou said indifferently: "You sound like you know me very well."

Xie Lingjun did not respond.

Before three quarters in the afternoon, the top nine on the list went to seven.

Before the beginning of the new year, Yu Li, who was ranked ninth, rushed in from the outside in a hurry.

He Zhizhou nodded in satisfaction, pointed at Jie Qianchou, and said: "You, Jie Qianchou, and Xie Lingjun. Both of you are handymen. This has never happened before. The two handymen It is the first time this year to be able to enter the top nine."

After finishing speaking, he looked straight at Jie Qianchou and continued, "Did you just ask, where are you going to live? The top five can choose a blessed place in the Changbai Mountains during today's day. What you said was originally miscellaneous." Served, living in the Spring Cold Residence, now, as an inner disciple, you can live in the Kuxia Residence."

"Do you still have any doubts? I will answer them all for you."

Liu Shaoqing came out from the crowd, stood in front, took a deep breath, and asked, "I have already been apprenticed to the precept elder Zheng Sinan, can I go back to the academy to practice?"

He Zhizhou sneered and drew out his long sword.

There was only a "shua" sound of the sword, and a cold light flashed, and the long sword was nailed to Liu Shaoqing's feet without any mistakes.

"You still know how to come back!" He Zhizhou's tone was cold and merciless, "The disciples of other elders can participate in the Jingxing Conference, why do you want to re-enter the Rising Sun Competition?"

Liu Shaoqing's face was cold and pale, and he clenched his fists tightly and said: "The disciple is stupid and has poor qualifications, so he is not worthy of participating in the Jingxing Conference."

He Zhizhou didn't refute, nodded, and said: "It's good that you know, I still think you don't have a clue. In the past few times, you were asked to participate in the Rising Sun Competition, but you didn't return to the academy. You know, I wasted How many precious opportunities?"

"I know I was wrong," Liu Shaoqing began to reflect. "The teachers are willing to give me a chance to return to the academy to study, but I misunderstood the teachers and thought that you looked down on me. From now on, the disciple will definitely work hard and never dare to escape." Yu."

He Zhizhou sneered, frowned, and said contemptuously: "You are wrong. What I mean by wasting opportunities is not that you wasted the opportunity to re-study; I mean that you took up a quota for nothing and wasted the opportunities for other disciples to study."

Hearing this, Liu Shaoqing was extremely ashamed, bit her lower lip tightly, and was speechless.

He Zhizhou scolded: "Do you know how many disciples are waiting for that quota and want to enter the academy for further study? Do you know how difficult this quota is for them?"

"Disciple... I know I was wrong..."

What He Zhizhou said next was not only for Liu Shaoqing alone, but also for everyone present.

"Listen up—"

The voice is neither loud nor small, but full of majesty:

"Qingyang Pavilion recruits less than ten handymen every year, and takes the school exam every three years. The handymen are promoted to the outer sect, the outer sect is promoted to the inner sect, and the inner sect worships the elders and guardians of the inner sect. In three years, there are less than ten people."

He Zhizhou asked: "After years and months, the number of people in Qingyang Pavilion is still less than a hundred for thousands of years. Why?"

During the interrogation, Xie Lingjun unconsciously clenched the sword in his hand.

He knew the answer—because Qingyang Pavilion had to dismiss a group of people every three years and every hundred years.Qingyang Pavilion only accepts geniuses, and also dismisses geniuses, and those who remain are geniuses among geniuses.

But even so, there are still only a handful of people who can reach the top in the end.

This is Xiuxian.One in a million, after that, or——

one in ten thousand.

The author has something to say: Both attack and defense are very high, Shen Zhengze is 185cm, Xie Lingjun is 192cm.