What was it like to enlighten three disciples in a row on the first day of school?

Mingdai: Thank you for the invitation. Although one of the disciples’ inspiration was helped by her, she still found it very magical.

Based on this understanding alone, are they really ranked last in the rankings for many years in a row?

Could she have gone to the wrong hill?

Looking at the stone tablet in her hand, and then at the little Douding who was obediently guarding her, Mingdai suddenly felt that her original idea was still too conservative.

Originally, she planned to erect a stone tablet at the Yuntai of Qingshan Peak to serve as the school gate of Qingshan Peak - the main purpose was to prevent her from taking the wrong path.

Yes, if it hadn't been for Didi Dahe yesterday, she would have almost been unable to find Bei whether she was going out or returning.

At that time, she was sitting on the back of the crane, looking at the layers of clouds and mist beneath her feet and the countless nearly identical peaks. For a moment, Mingdai even felt that her cheap senior brother's lost persona didn't seem so difficult to understand.

That's why she thought about erecting a prominent stone monument at the entrance.

In the afternoon, she was busy with this matter when she was playing tricks to urge her two young apprentices to do their homework.

Because this is Qingfeng Mountain, she naturally carved the three characters "Qingfeng Mountain" on it.

But now, she suddenly had an idea that went against her ancestors.

"Little A Ruan, do you have a dream?"

"Ah Ruan, no."

"It doesn't matter, my uncle has it."

What's the point of just winning a sect competition? What's the point of just winning the first place in the Sword Sect? The world of immortal cultivation is huge, and there are many things and sights that Mingdai has never seen or heard of before.

She has traveled through the world of immortality with her memories of this world. How can she live up to her status as the heroine of Jinjiang if she doesn’t cause trouble?

Unfortunately, due to the damage to the original main meridian, it was difficult to improve her cultivation level, and coupled with the setting of enemies everywhere, she might not be able to leave the Sword Sect safely and embark on her journey just by herself.

But it doesn't matter.

She also has her good disciples.

Raising children for old age should be the same as raising apprentices. If one is not enough, then cultivate several more.

Looking at the dotted lights on the distant mountain peaks, Mingdai put her hands on Xiao Douding's shoulders and said sincerely: "Little A Ruan, listen carefully, today my uncle will teach you a wise saying."

"ah?"

"As a person, you can't compare yourself too much."

"Then what?"

“If you want to do it, do it Nampowan!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately erased the word "Qingfeng Peak" on the stone tablet, and used her spiritual power to carve three big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes again -

"Qingbei Peak"

"In the future, this place will definitely become the dream school for all the immortals." Mingdai said jokingly, looking at the big characters shining brightly in the night.

After all, who hasn’t debated whether to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University when they grow up?

Now she has directly stacked two full-level buffs on top of each other. How can she directly dominate the world of immortality?

Little Douding on the side nodded heavily: "Definitely!"

Mingdai was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but rub his head, and said with a smile: "Do you understand, just nod randomly."

Of course Xiao Douding didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from cheering Ming Dai. Who said he was the number one tool in Qingshan Mountain?

Even the author likes to write often to make up the word count.

"Believe Ah Ruan, Ah Ruan has a premonition that Uncle Master's wish will definitely come true!" He shook his head and said, not only unconvincing, but more like a swindling Taoist boy.

"Then I'll lend you some good advice."

Mingdai said with a smile, but she had just made the jokes casually, so when she heard Xiao Douding swearing so confidently, she only regarded it as a child's talk and did not really take his words to heart.

.

Therefore, she did not pay close attention to what Xiao Douding said, "Believe in Ah Ruan" instead of "Believe in Ah Ruan, Uncle Master".

"Okay, it's getting late, let's go back quickly. It just so happens that several of your senior brothers have gone to retreat. There will be no one to do morning exercises tomorrow morning. You can sleep a little longer."

Little Douding shook his head: "No, Ah Ruan is going to run away!"

"You want to run?" Mingdai was a little surprised.

In the past, when students heard about morning exercises, they thought they were like a scourge. This was the first time she heard someone actively say they wanted to do morning exercises.

Is this the enlightenment of a disciple who cultivates immortality?

Ming Dai chuckled and said: "I know it's good to make progress, but how long can you run with your small body? Let's wait until you grow up. I'm worried that you won't grow taller if you exercise too much."

"Ah Ruan is not young anymore! He is already four years old!"

"Oh, but the number you compared was five."

…

The two held lanterns and walked back while talking.

No one noticed that just as they turned to leave, the remaining spiritual energy on the stone tablet slowly soaked into the stone tablet along the edge of the lettering, and rippled under the words.

At the beginning of the moon, the shadows of the trees were dancing, and in the quiet night, a faint spiritual light burst out from the huge stone monument for a moment, but soon disappeared into the monument. The night wind blew by as usual, as if nothing happened.

at the same time.

Xijiang Peak.

In the pavilion, a man with dark hair and a long gown sits facing the moon. The cold moonlight outlines the silhouette of the figure on the ground, and the sound of the strings flows like the gurgling clang of running water.

The disciples on duty closed their eyes and listened intoxicatedly. In a trance, they felt as if they were in some mysterious realm. Under the influence of the sound of the piano, even the spiritual power that had been blocked in the meridians for a long time seemed to change.

Get comfortable.

But at this moment, a harsh and unusual sound suddenly sounded in his ears, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and an invisible force suddenly brought him back to reality.

Realizing what he had just done, the disciple on duty instantly turned pale.

"The Immortal——"

"Sorry, the string is broken."

A gentle male voice sounded in the pavilion, with a hint of apology in his words, "Did I disturb your practice?"

"..."

Upon hearing his words, the face of the disciple on duty gradually turned from white to red.

Shameful.

Pan Xiaosong is an outer disciple of Xijiang Peak.

A few years ago, before he entered the Sword Sect, he heard that the Miaoyin Sect's unique technique could help people practice through music.

But the Southern Cang Realm is a long way away, and the Miaoyin Sect members have always kept a low profile, so he, who was born in a small town, has never really seen it.

Until recently, when an Immortal of Miaoyin Sect came up to the peak, this statement began to spread quietly among the disciples of Xijiang Peak, and then he listened to it again.

Although the disciples did not know the identity of this immortal leader, they could tell that there was something unusual about him from the respectful attitude of the peak master and elders.

I think he must be pretty strong.

It just happened that there was no one around when he was on duty today, and the pavilions were far apart. He accidentally became fascinated by it and secretly began to use his mind.

He thought he had done it perfectly, but he didn't expect that the other party knew everything. Thinking of this, Pan Xiaosong broke out in a cold sweat.

"...Thank you, Immortal, for your magnanimity, and my disciple is fine." He lowered his head and said in shame, while at the same time he couldn't help but feel a drum in his heart.

Eavesdropping on the music may not seem like a serious matter, but in fact, for Yinxiu himself, it is the same as using a swordsman's sword to chop wood and a Buddha's rosary to make an abacus.

Whenever you encounter someone with a bad temper, you will probably take action directly. Even a powerful person is no exception.

Thinking of the temper of their peak master and elder, Pan Xiaosong originally thought that the other party would at least give him a few harsh words, but he didn't expect that person to say calmly: "It's okay."

"Tonight, someone just happened to be interested. If I can play it casually, it can help you improve a little bit, it won't be a failure to live up to this broken string."

"The Immortal..."

Pan Xiaosong was stunned.

Is there such a kind-hearted senior in the world?!

Is it too late for him to abandon the sword and cultivate music now?

Just as he was moved, the man changed the topic: "But this is just a conversation between a certain family. If you meet others in the future, you must not be so reckless again."

This means that there will be no further investigation.

Pan Xiaosong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and became more and more grateful. He quickly nodded and agreed: "The disciples must remember what the Immortal taught me."

The man hummed lightly and suddenly asked: "Where are we going to the east?"

Pan Xiaosong was stunned for a moment and answered honestly: "It's the Sword Tomb."

The man frowned slightly: "Sword Tomb?"
To be continued...