Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

"It's just you guys, why are you so dazed? Hurry up." Seeing the stunned expressions of the few people, the disciple impatiently stepped forward and dragged them out. Xi Feiluan was also dragged out of the crowd by his arm. He waved his hands at several people: "You have been eliminated, let's go."

Meng Xiangyang in the crowd immediately changed his face: "What's wrong with Junior Brother Lin? Why do you screen him out?!"

"I said he can't do it, but he can't. Why do you say so much, or do you want to go out with him too?" The disciple turned his head when he heard that, but his eyes fell on the gem-studded belt around Meng Xiangyang's waist, with greedy eyes. .

"Aren't you, just seeing how poorly dressed we are..." Another young man who was dragged out blushed, and suddenly mustered up his courage: "Just look down on us!"

Xi Feiluan was taken aback.

The three people who were dragged out, including him, were indeed nothing special, the only special thing was...

The clothes of the first one were clean and tidy, but the clothes on the elbows were patched; the second one was not patched, but was dressed in sackcloth, and the weather was cold, and he still wore thin straw sandals on his feet.

As for Xi Feiluan, he was not dressed much better than these two. He was dressed in yellowed white cloth, which looked like the kind of cotton clothes worn by poor people for many years and washed out.

But Fei Zhe ordered people to rush to make these clothes overnight, saying that they fit his "ordinary peasant family background" and his "noble demon body" clothes.

Its fabric is a mixture of unbleached natural silk and cold cotton stamens that are only produced in the extreme north. Although the surface is ordinary, it is soft and slippery to the touch, excellent in warmth retention, and even more precious. rivals.

The disciple sneered, with a bit of contempt in his eyes: "If you know, get out of here quickly, our Huanqi Palace is not a place for you poor bastards to go, hurry up!"

Several disciples immediately came up to chase them away. Behind Xi Feiluan, Meng Xiangyang squeezed out from the crowd, filled with righteous indignation: "How can you just look down on people?!"

"Just look down on it, can you control it?" The disciple raised his chin, looked arrogant, pointed at Xi Feiluan and said to the other disciples: "Then there is another one, get them away quickly."

The young man who spoke before had been dragged far away by his disciples, he turned his head and shouted with all his strength: "Is Huanqi Palace, one of the three sects, just so tolerant?!"

not like this.Xi Feiluan was pushed out, and Meng Xiangyang's shout came from behind him, he thought in confusion.

At least...it shouldn't be like this.

Xi Feiluan stopped suddenly, the disciple behind him pushed him twice, and said impatiently: "Go!"

"Huanqi Palace has 137 precepts."

Student: "What?"

"People in Huanqi Palace should take the rise and fall of the world as their own responsibility, kill demons and eliminate demons, and treat every human race fairly, equally, and without reservation, no matter how old or young, poor or rich."

Xi Feiluan turned his head, finished the sentence in a calm tone, and then turned his gaze to the disciple standing on the high place: "You said, right?"

The commotion of the crowd stopped, and everyone's eyes followed Xi Feiluan's eyes like an ancient well, and turned to the disciple on the high place together.

"You, how do you know the precepts in our sect..." The disciple's complexion changed, and he couldn't stand the gazes of so many people, and quickly called other disciples: "Get him away!"

The disciple pushed Xi Feiluan hard: "Why are you talking so much, hurry up!"

"Let who go?" A figure suddenly appeared in the distance, Xi Feiluan narrowed his eyes, hey, it's Junior Brother Song.

Song Huai walked over with his hands behind his back, his eyes gazing over them, the few disciples who were still arrogant just now bowed their heads and saluted, and said in unison: "Uncle Song."

Song Huai glanced at the scattered crowd: "What are you doing?"

"Return to Master Uncle, we are, we are screening for the second time."

"There's no need to sift." Song Huai waved his hand: "Take it with you first, we'll meet up soon."

"Yes--"

The disciples let go of Xi Feiluan and the others awkwardly, but the leader lost his momentum and only urged them to follow quickly.

Meng Xiangyang hugged Xi Feiluan: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo""

Xi Feiluan: "..."

Led by Song Huai and other Huanqi Palace disciples, a group of people came to a platform. A large teleportation circle had been drawn in the center of the platform. The white light suddenly overwhelmed them.

"Huh—"

The white light receded, and the scene in front of them had changed. The crowd all exclaimed. Meng Xiangyang was supported by Xi Feiluan in a daze. Xi Feiluan tilted his head.

They have already arrived at a sub-peak of Huanxi Palace, but Xi Feiluan watched, an invisible barrier was set up around this peak, and it is estimated that it will not be lifted until the day when the disciple acceptance meeting starts.

"Three people to one room—" someone shouted.

Surrounded by rows of disciple rooms, the style is no different from ordinary bamboo houses. As soon as the disciples of Huanxi Palace urged them to find a room by themselves, the crowd dispersed immediately. Meng Xiangyang dragged Xi Feiluan and Mo Yin to find a free room. As soon as he pushed the door, Meng Xiangyang said, "Wow——"

The room is square and has no partitions. There is a bed at one end of the room, and only the door is vacant. It is not shabby, but the furnishings are still relatively simple.

Xi Feiluan tilted his head, not knowing why he was surprised.

Meng Xiangyang rushed in like chicken blood, and threw himself on the hard plank bed, there was a loud "bang", the corners of Xi Feiluan's mouth twitched before he could stop him, and even the indifferent Mo Yin squinted his eyes .

After a while, Xi Feiluan sat by the bed, taking the small snack that Fei Zhe stuffed for him in the storage space, coaxing softly: "Eat, eat a piece of candy?"

Next to him, Meng Xiangyang was holding a bronze mirror, with a bruised and purple bulge on his forehead, like a transformed one-horned rhinoceros, his face was gloomy, and his smile came and went quickly: "How can I see Master and Uncle!! !"

Xi Feiluan thought for a long time, and comforted him: "They don't care about their faces when they accept disciples."

With sugar in his mouth, Meng Xiangyang expressed grief and indignation: "But I want face!!!"

Mo Yin was sitting on the bed next door, frowning from the noise: "Dip the towel in ice water, don't howl!"

Meng Xiangyang closed his mouth aggrieved.

On the other side of the Huanqi Palace, preparations for the Apprentice Conference were underway. Many disciples gathered in the large square on the main peak of the Huanqi Palace, laying out the paving and arranging the seats.Song Huai and Meng Chaoxing were monitoring the field, the door of the main hall opened, and Yu Sheng came out: "How is it?"

Song Huai: "It will be laid in half a day, and the selected disciples have just been placed in Fulan Peak."

"Ah."

Meng Chaoxing glanced at him: "Are you really not going to accept an apprentice this year?"

"No charge." Yu Sheng twirled the wrench in his hand, lacking in interest: "If you like, you can charge more..."

His words were suddenly interrupted, and his expression became stiff. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Fulan Peak, which was shrouded in clouds and mist.

Both Song Huai and Meng Chaoxing looked at him: "What's wrong?"

In the room of Fulan Peak's disciples, Xi Feiluan was helping Meng Xiangyang with a swollen forehead with a cold compress.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, you're so kind..." Meng Xiangyang's cheeks were bulging, and he was still holding the candy that Xi Feiluan gave him, so moved that he burst into tears.

A child who can be coaxed by a few candies is a good child.Xi Feiluan was also very moved.

He took off the towel that had been warmed by Meng Xiangyang's forehead, and plunged into the ice water in the basin again. His hand was then submerged in the water, as if his right wrist had been stabbed suddenly.

Xi Feiluan withdrew his hand and touched his wrist, but there was nothing, but it was a little hot.

Is the water too cold?Without thinking too much, Xi Feiluan took out the towel, unscrewed it again, and applied it to Meng Xiangyang.

After applying it for a while, Meng Xiangyang regained his strength, feeling a little embarrassed: "Junior Brother Lin, please rest, I can do it myself."

He dragged the copper basin filled with ice cubes, and chatted with Xi Feiluan while doing it himself: "Junior Brother Lin, you seem to be very good at taking care of others, do you have younger brothers and sisters at home?"

Xi Feiluan thought for a while and nodded.

Meng Xiangyang's desire to chat suddenly arose again, and he rushed to his side excitedly: "Really? Really? How many are there? Do you have younger brothers and sisters?"

Xi Feiluan nodded again: "A lot."

"Hey—then they must all like you!"

Xi Feiluan's expression froze for a moment, and he changed the subject very abruptly: "How many people are in your family?"

"My family, I'm the only one in my family, oh, I really want a younger brother and sister... Junior Brother Mo, how many people are there in your family?" Meng Xiangyang raised his head and asked Mo Yin over there.

Mo Yin gave him a cold look: "85."

The towel on Meng Xiangyang's forehead fell off, and he looked terrified: "This, so many?"

Mo Yin turned his head away and stopped talking.

A day or two passed smoothly like this. During this period, some disciples came to register their identities in detail again, and left without doing anything more.Xi Feiluan saw that many disciples were screened out one after another, and new disciples were filled in. Every day, there was chaos outside the gate of the courtyard, but I don't know whether it was Fei Zhe who had arranged it or Meng Xiangyang stuffed money again. No one came here again.

On the third day, the bruises on Meng Xiangyang's face had almost faded away. The three of them were ready to go and were led across the fairy bridge connecting the peaks. The queue behind them was very long. There were about two hundred people in the assembly of disciples.

The number is about the same as in previous years.

It's just the aptitude of these disciples this year...

In order to prevent being exposed, Xi Feiluan did not dare to use his spiritual sense to cover his perception, but he glanced at it, and found that most of the disciples' footsteps were vain, without the slightest foundation, which was many times worse than in previous years.

Xi Feiluan frowned, wondering what Zongli was doing this year.

Soon this team was led into the main peak of Huanqi Palace. They walked along the long steps leading to the square of Huanqi Palace, with colorful flags fluttering on both sides. From here, many mountain peaks shrouded in clouds and mist could be seen. Beautiful, many people in the team looked sideways.

Climbing the long steps is the square. At this time, the layout of the square has been completed and divided into several simple areas. In front of the main hall, a high platform on three sides is erected, and a few chairs are placed. There is no one on the chairs at this time.

After Xi Feiluan finished walking the steps, he saw that the team in front of him had stopped moving. He raised his head slightly and saw the halls surrounding this large white jade-like square, and the white mist between the halls filled the air, as if in a fairyland.

"so beautiful……"

"As expected of the Asgard—"

Meng Xiangyang walked up and was dumbfounded: "Wow——"

Xi Feiluan lived here since she was a child, and wondered why they were so surprised by the frost in the morning.

This side was blocked, Xi Feiluan's eyes moved, the gate of the main hall opened, and a group of people came out.

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