How to pamper the beast

Chapter 47

Bai Qiu stood behind, quite satisfied with the results of this test.

Of course, he didn't expect Ye Qingyuan, who was not good at fighting, to be able to beat the self-proclaimed genius Ye Fen just by luck. He just wanted to test his ability, and the test results were quite satisfactory.

Specifically, you can see Ye Fen's hairline.

But in a formal large-scale struggle, when the two sides are equal in strength, luck is the most important thing. It is so mysterious that it can affect the battle situation unconsciously.

Bai Qiu stretched out his hand and grabbed Ye Qingyuan to his side. This move made Ye Fen, who was angry and murderous, miss another blow.

With a gloomy face, he took another step towards Bai Qiu's side.

Bai Qiu took a light step back, took out a coil of silk thread from the space, and threw it into the sky——

Immediately, countless transparent silk threads shot out, and they were tied to everyone, including Ye Fen, like fishing.

Those disciples with low cultivation bases felt a huge force gripping their bodies the moment they were chained, as if being held in the palm of a giant.

They are conscious, but they seem to be dreaming of a haunted dream, unable to move their bodies.

Ye Fen, who was a little stronger, seemed to struggle a bit, and then failed successfully.

Ye Qingyuan twitched his lips as he watched a group of Ye Family disciples in the Tianyan Sect being dragged into mid-air while their bodies were frozen. Their eyes revealed panic and anger, but from a distance, they looked like a group of disciples floating in the sky. big kite.

Bai Qiu thoughtfully handed over the control end of the kite string to Ye Qingyuan, and also gave him a return to the city.

"I'll leave these people to you. After all, it's your family business." Bai Qiu waved his hand at him, "After the matter is settled, just go back to the city. You can go directly to our new address."

After all, Bai Qiu thought for a moment, but still didn't open the space to shuttle by himself, he was afraid that he would fall on someone again.

Luckily, there were enough things to return to the city, Bai Qiu activated the city return by humming a song, and disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

Ye Qingyuan held the control end of the silk thread and looked at the angry eyes of a group of people, especially Ye Fen's, which gave him a strange and...inexplicably stimulating feeling.

Ye Qingyuan, who is not a good person, quickly chose what to do.

When Bai Qiu returned to the small villa, Chen Xuanyi and Zhou Qi'an had already arrived.

The speed of a cultivator is fast, especially after three or four days of meditating on a park bench, the two of them finally got to know their new address, and they almost played to the limit of their usual speed.

Bai Qiu greeted the two of them, wandered upstairs and called Lin Cheng down who was concentrating on his cultivation.

As expected of the Innate Saint Physique, Lin Cheng quickly caught a sense of aura, and after stepping into the path of cultivation, he made rapid progress.

Duan Mian was sitting at the table drinking spiritual tea, Cen Yan was sitting opposite him, his head lowered as if he was thinking about something, Chen Xuanyi and Zhou Qi'an were lying relaxed on the sofa.

Not long after, Ye Qingyuan also came over.

"Okay, everyone is here," Bai Qiu clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, "I have one thing to discuss."

Cen Yan, who was closest to him, brought him a glass of water: "What's the matter?"

Bai Qiu was holding the water glass, the aura in it was faint, it seemed to be spiritual spring water, he took a sip, it tasted pretty good.

"I took you to see the small world before," Bai Qiu said, "I roughly planned the layout of the future sect, ah no, the school, but there is still a very important question."

Bai Qiu spoke very slowly and sounded very serious.

Chen Xuanyi was a little confused: "What small world?"

"It's the small world where I plan to put the school in," Bai Qiu patiently explained, "The aura of the human world is too weak, and many places are occupied by those sects. I don't want to use places that others have used. .”

Zhou Qi'an quickly realized: "An independent space similar to a secret realm?"

"Please call it an independent world," Bai Qiu corrected, "Don't worry, there will be many opportunities for you to go shopping later."

Cen Yan brought back the crooked topic: "Okay, tell me what do you want to discuss?"

Bai Qiu blinked his eyes: "I need to choose a name for my future school."

Everyone: "..."

Chen Xuanyi struggled up from the sofa, propped his chin and asked, "School? Uh... Zongmen?"

Bai Qiu said: "Isn't the school better? Keep up with the times."

Chen Xuanyi muttered: "The sect is more formal, right? Everyone is a cultivator, didn't they all grow up in the sect?"

Bai Qiu curled his lips: "The sect is too old-fashioned. They don't even know what happened hundreds of years ago. My school is aimed at a wider audience."

Chen Xuanyi retorted: "There are only a small number of people with spiritual roots. Where did the vast crowd come from?"

Bai Qiu snorted: "When I say broad, it is broad, and the school is better than the sect."

Chen Xuanyi: "Zongmen."

Bai Qiu: "School."

Chen Xuanyi: "Zongmen."

Bai Qiu: "School."

……

Seeing the two of them quarreling like children, Cen Yan suddenly felt a headache, stepped forward and pulled Bai Qiu over to sit down, emphasizing the theme again: "Didn't you say you want to get a name?"

"Yes, take a name." Bai Qiu patted the table, "Come on, brainstorm, what good ideas do you have?"

A silence.

Zhou Qi'an asked inappropriately: "So is it the school or the sect?"

Chen Xuanyi: "..."

Bai Qiu wanted to hit someone a little bit. Considering the inexplicable attachment of these cultivators to the word Zongmen, he said with a blank expression, "It's up to you."

Chen Xuanyi suddenly regained his spirits: "Then let's call it the number one sect in the world. It is simple, clear and elegant, and the number one in drawing hatred!"

"Negative," Bai Qiu didn't even think about it, "It's too vulgar."

Names are often spoken, and to a certain extent, it also shows the taste of the creator.

If he really wants to choose this name, if one day Taotie suddenly wants to come to the human world to play, he will die of laughter if he knows this name.

Chen Xuanyi was dragged down by Zhou Qi'an covering his mouth.

This is the one who came to make trouble.

Chen Xuanyi whimpered for a long time, then glared at Zhou Qi'an, and sat on the sofa feeling sullen all by himself.

Isn't that a bad name! ?There are too many mysterious and mysterious names for cultivators, such as Tianyanzong Guiyizong Lihuozong Balabala, I can't remember all of them together, so it's better to just point directly.

Chen Xuanyi was passed out, and Zhou Qi'an took over his heavy responsibility.

"Why don't you call it Qimingzong, the Qiming of Venus," he tentatively said, "The secular world knows what Venus is, so it's convenient...uh, for a wider group of people."

"Qiming? Name? What's the name?" Bai Qiu read it twice, feeling that something was wrong.

Zhou Qi'an: "..."

This damn homonym.

Bai Qiu's eyes turned to Ye Qingyuan who had been packing mushrooms in the corner.

Ye Qingyuan, who was also named Fei, had no choice but to face the eyes of everyone and said, "Why not... why not call it Baishenzong, your ability is as unpredictable as a god, and this is the sect you created, so this name is the most suitable .”

Chen Xuanyi almost spit out the soda with a sip.

Ye Qingyuan hesitated for a moment: "Or... Qiu Shenzong?"

While wiping his mouth, Chen Xuanyi quietly dismantled the stage: "Qiu Mingshan Rider?"

Ye Qingyuan was at a loss: "...what?"

Bai Qiu choked: "You know a lot?"

Chen Xuanyi said in a low voice: "To each other."

Bai Qiu: "..."

Bai Qiu groaned and took another sip of water, and waved his hand in Ye Qingyuan's direction: "No."

Ye Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly continued to curl up in the corner like a mushroom.

It's not that he thinks this way, it's just that there are too many people who are stronger than him here, and under the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, he would rather be a quiet mushroom.

There is still no progress in naming. Thinking about it carefully, this is also a very difficult thing.

The sects of other people's families were all built under a specific background, experienced specific events, and for a specific purpose, so names like this will come naturally.

For example, Guiyi, one of the four major sects, is a collection of many small sects, so it is called Guiyi.

Another example is the Lihuo Sect, which is even simpler. The suzerain who founded the sect back then practiced the Lihuo Jue, hence the name.

On the side, Lin Cheng asked in a low voice: "Brother Bai Qiu, why do you want to establish this Zong... school?"

Lin Cheng is a very smart and considerate child, he keenly noticed the core problem of the naming activity, and used Bai Qiu's favorite name.

Hearing this, Bai Qiu was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought.

Although he is a person who comes up with ideas as soon as he thinks about it, did the establishment of a school for cultivating practitioners also appear in a flash of inspiration?

Maybe, but not only.

Bai Qiu is much more sensitive than human beings. He has a sense of the world and power that comes from his soul. The information from this sense enters his subconscious mind. He can't directly realize anything, but sometimes he will inexplicably want to do something.

Bai Qiu suddenly asked: "Those sects, how do they select new disciples? Do they rely solely on the cultivation family?"

He thought about the number of people in Tianyan Sect, and thought of the huge number of casual cultivators before he entered the secret realm, and shook his head: "No, they must choose disciples from the vast number of ordinary people."

Duan Mian knew more about these things than anyone else. He took a sip of tea and said, "The probability of producing spiritual roots among ordinary people is extremely low, but the world has a large population, and the overall number is still huge."

"Children with spiritual roots are like candles in the dark. They are very eye-catching. Tianyanzong recruits many new disciples every year. Most of these disciples come from the world. Gifted child."

Bai Qiu got the expected answer: "As expected."

He smiled: "But I don't have the same selection criteria as them."

Duan Mian paused: "What do you mean?"

"Everyone may be talented," Bai Qiushen said mysteriously, "However, some things have to be done step by step."

He clapped his hands again, drawing everyone's attention.

"I've figured out what to call the school," Bai Qiu said, "it's called—"

"Comprehensive Academy of Immortal Cultivation in the Human World."