【Ice Nine】Reborn as slag

The hall was still quiet, just after An Ding Peak's leader Shang Qinghua finished his promise, he thought there would be warm applause and appreciative gazes, but he raised his head and waited for a long time without hearing a response.

Qi Qingqi grabbed a handful of melon seeds from Mu Qingfang's side and ate two of them.

"According to the previous practice, ten quotas are enough for my peak. This time, Ming Yan is leading the charge, and her sword has been brought—it tastes good. Send me some from Xianshu Peak next month, Senior Brother Mu?"

"Junior Sister Qi, now Dragon Bone Fragrant Melon Seeds is our An Ding Peak who is in charge of pushing—"

"In fact, these matters can be arranged by the senior brother himself. Zhengyang, Shui Se recognizes the master, and my Wan Jianfeng disciple is eager to try this year, just leave me [-] places." Wei Qingwei didn't seem to have heard what An Dingfeng said just now. , stood up and bowed to Yue Qingyuan, then blinked at Mu Qingfang next to him: "Junior brother, I also ate these melon seeds last time, but the taste is a bit bland."

"It's a bit lighter, and I can improve An Dingfeng. Now, apart from the original flavor, there are other flavors such as—" Shang Qinghua struggled hard to maintain his sense of existence.

"You, Wan Jianfeng, have twenty quotas. What about me, Baizhanfeng?" Liu Qingge raised his voice a bit, and his soft eyes revealed a sense of aloofness and contempt: "The Sky Sect only has one hundred each time. If there are not enough places, each of our peak disciples needs a chance to practice."

As soon as Liu Qingge finished speaking, he glanced at the melon seeds on the plate again, wondering: "Is it delicious?"

"Of course it's delicious! Brother Mu authorized it. I, An Dingfeng, have made a profit this year, and I've also become a part of generating income for the sky, so this time the Immortal Alliance Conference—" Shang Qinghua patted the table a few times, trying to prove his existence .

"Hehe, you Baizhan Peak will occupy fifty or sixty seats in every Immortal Alliance Conference, and you are well-known in all sects. Every disciple of your peak needs a chance. I am afraid that all the seats in the entire Immortal Alliance Conference will be reserved for you." There are still few Baizhan Peaks."

This time it was the peak masters of other peaks who spoke, and then they reached out to move the melon seed plate from Mu Qingfang directly: "Is this broken melon seed so delicious? It's not as poor as the ascetic peak."

"He is poor at the Ascetic Peak? Huh? Well, senior brother Liu, you can't join so many people this time. Leave some places for me. There are a few newcomers in the past two years. I also want to give my disciples a chance. This time, I brought them to Baizhan Peak to kick-off—oh no, let’s ask for advice.”

The peak master who said this saw the melon seed plate moved over, so he just grabbed a handful.

"That's right, Senior Brother Liu, you always give other peaks a chance, such as An Ding who is always used as a backup and sits on the bench—" Shang Qinghua pointed to himself, but still no one paid attention to him.

"My Qiancao Peak has a few seedlings who are in retreat this year, but I can give up some places." The peak master of Qiancao Peak was more generous, but he didn't say it to An Ding Peak. Is there anyone out there?"

Seeing that the melon seed plate in front of her was robbed, Mu Qingfang was not annoyed: "This discussion is over, I'll give you some."

The plate of melon seeds that had been robbed soared into the air, and slowly and steadily landed in front of the position of the peak master of Ascetic Peak. A dozen or twenty plump melon seeds flew out of it, blasting the melon shell, The melon seeds fell freely into his hands, while the shells were swept aside by his tattered sleeve.

"If you don't see yourself, you will be clear. If you don't be self-righteous, you will show off. If you don't attack yourself, you will be meritorious. If you don't be arrogant, you will grow. If you don't fight, then nothing in the world can compete with it."

If he hadn't slurred this sentence while chewing melon seeds, everyone would definitely have rolled their eyes at him—don't pretend that the disciples are disobedient and wandering around and told not to come back to participate in the selection!

"Damn, you guys from Ascetic Peak are too pretentious—(forced), don't fight for the spot and give it to me." The peak master of An Ding Peak burst into tears.

"Hey, fellow brothers and sisters, where is our love from the same school, love from the same school!!!" Unless there are outstanding disciples in Anding Peak, fighting and fighting are basically not eligible for spells. Shang Qinghua really wants to enter the Jedi Valley. It's not for death, what if Brother Bing doesn't go this time, what if there is no accident, the plot is not the same as the old white lotus apprentice being abused and the scum master being abused, if everyone doesn't bring him, if there is no Heart Demon Sword, wouldn't he have no chance to go home!

……

After a stick of incense, the melon seeds were knocked out, but everyone always felt that there was still one person missing.

"Hey, didn't there used to be a fellow student who liked to fight for fame and fortune?" Qi Qingqi took a sip of tea and rinsed his mouth, his eyes rolled around, and the discussion about sharing the cake just now was unexpectedly not interrupted by anyone. Not used to it.

"Oh, let me tell you why senior brother Liu is so loud today, so no one is arguing with you." Wei Qingwei followed, adding firewood. He also felt that the peak master of a certain peak had a wrong style of painting today, and he was taken away. .

"In the past, for such good events, Baizhan Peak had the first place, followed by another peak. They together accounted for eighty-nine out of ten places. It is rare to participate once when the disciples of the other peaks are squeezed out for several sessions."

"That's right, I have an unlucky apprentice. He's already in his forties. Either he was preempted by Bai Zhan Peak, or he was cleared—cough, a certain peak was squeezed out of the ranking on the last day regardless of who came first."

"Hey, did someone tell you about the love of the same school? My disciples are also like this. Even if they wanted to go to that peak theory, they were beaten by the disciple who took up the quota and came back crying."

"The 'same family love' is what I just said—" The master of Anding Peak has lost the strength to speak, and everyone still treats him as air, discussing enthusiastically, saying how the original one will be rebellious! ! !The sense of presence is too low! ! !

"Strength ranks first, so why not? Don't compare Baizhan Peak with a certain peak master." Liu Qingge felt that he was being shot, and said casually, conceitedly.

"...What's the use of the waste that occupies the latrine, you Baizhan Peak occupies so much this time, you can afford it? The world of humans and demons is unpredictable now, let your disciples take care of themselves during this trip." Fang Cai A certain peak master who didn't participate in the discussion finally spoke, a vicious sentence added a curse, and Shen Qingqiu stared at the An Ding peak master who seemed to be ignored by everyone and sneered a few times.For a low-level explanation of Liu Qingge's horoscope, the fellow disciples present didn't know how to react for a while.

The Immortal Alliance Conference is held every four years. It is well known that Shen Qingqiu is dignified, happy, and fond of false fame, so every time he will fight with Bai Zhanfeng in the meeting hall for the sake of fame or selection. This time, he quietly dilutes himself. If it weren't for the timely detection of the "love of the same family" who has been bickering and entertaining for so many years, I almost thought that this person had left halfway.

"Look at what you said, how many latrines do you plan to occupy in Qingjing Peak this year?"

It was Qi Qingqi who spoke, and Shen Qingqiu and Shen Qingqiu had many years of experience in bickering, and they were also used to the quarrel between Liba people in Yangchun Baixue.

So everyone laughed together again, and Yue Qingyuan, who had not participated in the discussion, looked a little dignified.

……

Shen Qingqiu saw Qi Qingqi's rhetorical question in such a polite manner, followed everyone with a smile, then took his belongings from the table, and slowly unfolded the fan. The fully unfolded folding fan was placed in the right hand. It was painted by himself, full of green bamboos, the bamboo leaves are colored in different greens, layered on top of each other, lifelike, he flipped his five fingers, and the green bamboos on the fan surface moved, and sometimes rotated with five fingers flat, each finger rotated and relayed a circle back A large piece of green came out; sometimes the fan was pinched between two fingers, and it was thrown two meters away, making a circle on the head of Liu Qingge, who was drinking tea with a slight frown but motionless, sometimes lifting the fan bone and throwing it out, with some The wind blade drew a circle and flew towards the leader of Anding Peak on the opposite side, and almost stopped at the tip of the opponent's nose, spinning in mid-air, frightened him to the ground, and then retracted his hand; sometimes it circled a few times in mid-air from bottom to top, and then retracted , the light green, green and thick ink of different colors complement each other, as if bamboo branches are about to be unfolded from the air, which is quite pleasing to the eye.He then changed a few simple tricks to reduce the flying speed of the folding fan, and finally folded it back into the palm of his hand, opened his grip, and retracted the unfolded fan into the fan bone one by one. The bone was exquisitely carved with phoenix-tailed bamboo and the word "clean" was mentioned. After turning it twice between the index fingers, the ebony black bone fan that had been tumbling just now lay quietly back in the owner's hand.

Holding the fan, Shen Qingqiu looked at Shang Qinghua who was trembling up from the ground wiping the sweat from his brow, and smiled brighter and brighter.

Everyone who has completely lost their interest in eating melon seeds is no longer surprised by this scene. Those who are emotional will just roll their eyes, and those who are introverted will pierce the villain in their hearts and don't interrupt. The performance time of the half cup of tea is a precursor to the end of the tea talk conference.

But Luo Binghe, who was watching everything behind him, had gone through these two lifetimes, and this was the first time he participated in the discussions of the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. The major will take the interests of the sky seriously, the fan made by himself, the ebony fan bone polished by himself, the exquisite fan carving carved with his own knife, the folding fan that never leaves his body, fluttering up and down in the slender hand of his master with well-defined knuckles and five fingers, inadvertently Get used to bluffing and showing off.He had never seen it up close before, but this time he didn't miss a single detail. The feast was indeed picturesque and delightful, Luo Binghe couldn't help laughing out of joy in his heart, and this picture reminded him of the memories that he had with Shen Qingqiu in this life— —

That day, the bamboo forest filled the sky with bamboo leaves flying, and the shocking scene of his clothes fluttering down from the sky;

Even though Shuanghu City was naked, he flew frankly in the snow-white sword light in a one-hit, one-hit-kill posture, followed by a forced and sworn resoluteness with his own life as a bet;

The devil's sect attacked him in blue clothes and scarlet blood bathed in blood and the magnificence of blood and beauty, even if he was acting like a villain in the back, he was quick and indifferent and smiled contemptuously;

In his nightmare, he really sighed helplessly, let go of his insistence and mocked him, and finally answered him with "Master", and then hugged him in his arms when he was about to become a demon to prevent him from self-harming and bearing his own critical blows. Favored but endured the pain and squeezed his chin and cursed viciously in his ears;

……

The two lives were in a trance. When we first met that day, he saw him, and he also saw him—Luo Binghe probably knew why he refused to let go when this scumbag kept pushing him away. Life after life Whether it is true or false, it may be because the villain in front of him is pretending to be too dazzling and living too falsely, so he was deceived by his appearance and appearance.

"This time there is only one latrine, Qingjing Peak, and the others, you can occupy them however you like."

Shen Qingqiu then got up, bowed to the head of the sect, and gave him a fixed look, as if he was hesitant to speak, but before Yue Qingyuan could ask, the next moment his expression was as usual. Indifferent and ready to leave.Behind him, Luo Binghe suppressed a smile, and cooperatively helped him move the chair to make way for him, so that he could continue to pretend to be a fairy.

Shen Qingqiu glared fiercely at Luo Binghe, that little bastard, threw off his sleeves, and hurriedly walked towards the door, pulling away a few feet.

Luo Binghe smiled disconcertingly, and then he clasped his fists and bowed to the peak masters, apologized and said goodbye, and hurriedly followed.

So, everyone watched the backs of the pair of master and apprentice, one in front of the other, looked at each other in blank dismay, and were even stunned.

That's right, regardless of the profit-seeking peak master who came in and out, the peak master of Qingjing Peak had only one entry for the first time, and they were more sympathetic to the fact that a good Immortal Alliance Conference turned into a latrine so innocently.

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