Jiang Fei's charming daily life

Chapter 108 I'm Just a Good-looking Disciple 1

Chen Doudou knew that Jiang Fei was sent to Yuetian Gate by his parents because of his poor health, but he didn't expect that he was not interested in cultivating immortals at all in the past ten years, and he was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Seeing that it was getting late, Jiang Fei said.

"Let's go back, it's time for dinner."

Chen Doudou came to his senses, quickly said "Oh" and walked back with him.

The comprehension conference lasted for three days. After all the sects moved in, the competition began on the second day. Jiang Fei and Chen Doudou followed the people from the various sects at the Yuetian gate to fight on the competition stage.

This is a gathering of the most powerful practitioners in the cultivation world. Jiang Fei, who has a low cultivation base, can't even see their moves clearly. Several times, he was suppressed by the air pressure emitted by the practitioners on the stage, and his face turned pale. Even the disciples couldn't bear it.

Standing in front of him, Ling Ye noticed something different, turned his head and glanced, frowned, and whispered to the disciples beside him to send the pills to the outer disciples, and then mocked impatiently.

"I don't know why the master wants us to bring some outer disciples here. They can't even resist their true energy. With such a low level of cultivation, we won't be afraid that others will despise us."

Rong Qiong beside him stood motionless, his cold voice was emotionless.

"Master's order, we will do it."

Although Ling Ye had practiced longer than him and was older than him, his cultivation level was slightly inferior to his. Fortunately, he was broad-minded and did not feel jealous. On the contrary, he admired Rong Qiong very much. After hearing this, he curled his lips and said nothing.

He didn't know Master's intentions, but Rong Qiong could more or less guess it.

Now, in the eyes of outsiders, the Yuetian Sect has a long-standing reputation and is already a sought-after sect in the cultivation world, but the master is about to be promoted. He fears that the Yuetian Sect will not be able to continue its prosperity after he leaves, so he intends to train the disciples of the Yuetian Sect as soon as possible. More powerhouses, this is an exception to allow the outer disciples to follow.

Although the outer disciples are not as talented as the inner disciples, there are not a few outer disciples who work harder because of this. If they have the opportunity to wash their marrow and build their foundation, they may become the best among the inner disciples.

Therefore, when Rong Qiong came to participate in the comprehension conference this time, he also had one thing ordered by his master to do, and that was to ask for a few marrow washing pills from the Wuliangmen who specialized in alchemy.

This Xisui Pill is extremely precious, but if Rong Qiong came to ask for it, Wuliangmen would only be flattered, wishing to get closer to Yuetianmen.

On the first day of the competition, none of the sects sent out the most capable disciples, and Rong Qiong just watched for a while before leaving. Ling Ye left some disciples to continue to observe the situation of the competition, and walked out while talking to Rong Qiong.

When passing by the disciples of the Yuetian sect who were saluting, Rong Qiong's eyes stopped for a moment on the last five disciples of the outer sect.

Among the five people saluting in panic, only one had a straight back, although his head was bowed. His half porcelain-white side face had graceful lines, and his slender neck was extraordinarily beautiful like suet jade.

Rong Qiong looked away indifferently.

On the second day, the sects began to show their real kung fu. Ling Ye also went on stage to compete with the disciples of the Qingyun sect. After winning two, he lost to the third.

While mobilizing his internal breath to heal his injuries, he lowered his voice and said to Rong Qiong.

"The disciples of the Qingyun Sect this year should not be underestimated. Be careful tomorrow."

Rong Qiong gave a faint "en".

This day was more imposing than that on the test stage. Even though some disciples used barriers to protect the disciples of the outer sect, Jiang Fei and the others still couldn't withstand such a strong oppression, and they were allowed not to go again after noon.

Jiang Fei rested in the room for a while, and was dragged out by the curious Chen Doudou to visit the Qingyun School. When he came back in the evening, he felt a little stuffy, so he opened the windows a little to ventilate.

Although cultivators can use cleansing techniques to remove dirt, Jiang Fei is still used to bathing and scrubbing himself, so he asked the disciples of the Qingyun Sect to bring in a wooden bucket filled with hot water, and then took off his clothes.

The hot water raised dense smoke, which dyed the whole room in a hazy state. Jiang Fei raised his head slightly and leaned against the edge of the wooden barrel, his wet black hair stuck to his temples, scattered on the water like attractive water plants, Some tired consciousness gradually relaxed in the comfortable temperature.

The night wind silently blew the windows open.

In the opposite high-class residence, Ling Ye looked at Rong Qiong who was standing by the window and frowned suddenly, and asked strangely.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

He was about to walk over, but Rong Qiong had already closed the window, then turned around and walked to the round table to sit down, and said indifferently.

"It's nothing."

"Oh, what do you think about what I just said? It seems that the Qingyun faction and the Qiyue faction have used their housekeeping skills to win the first place this year. How is your cultivation after you leave the customs?"

Seeing the other party's threat today, Ling Ye couldn't help feeling a little worried.

He can no longer see Rong Qiong's cultivation level, and Rong Qiong has never said that he will be enlightened within two years of retreat, presumably he wants to prove his new strength to everyone at this cultivation conference.

He has always been impatient, and now he couldn't help asking.

Rong Qiong replied indifferently.

"The stage of transforming gods."

The higher the level of comprehension, the harder it is to break through to the next level. Ling Ye stagnated for several years in the late Jindan stage and was unable to break through. Now that Rong Qiong was able to break through to the stage of transformation within two years, he was very pleasantly surprised.

"The stage of transforming gods?! It's great! It seems that this year's number one is our Yuetianmen again!"

Rong Qiong's expression was slightly impatient, and he said coldly.

"Any thing else?"

Ling Ye knew that his temper was extremely cold, and it was not easy for him to be willing to answer a few words to himself, so he quickly said it wittily.

"It's okay, senior brother, you should rest well."

After he finished speaking, he left, leaving Rong Qiong alone in the huge room, his expression condensed as if he was thinking about something.

The slender knuckles were hanging on the table, and suddenly they lifted up slightly, and the window beside the window was pushed open, allowing a clear peek at the opposite side tens of meters away.

The person soaked in the wooden barrel was still asleep in a daze, a wet face became more and more clear in the gradually dissipating mist, the quiet expression was gentle and weak, and the lines leaning against the wooden barrel were extremely smooth and delicate Her skin was glowing with warm luster, tempting people to touch her in person.

The exposed one-inch shoulders are straight and thin, and the delicate collarbone is concave with a charming curvature. There are a few strands of soaked black hair attached to a piece of whiteness, making him look like a captivating ghost in a demon painting.

It seemed that he was woken up by the gradually cooling water, and he slowly woke up, his misty eyes were soaked with moisture, his brows were frowned showing a bit of pitiful charm, and his thin red lips were also a little white from the cold .

With the sound of dripping water, Jiang Fei came out of the wooden barrel and wrapped himself in a robe, but the flesh and blood dripping from his body was covered with crystal drops before he could wipe it off, and his thin body was soaked in obscenity. The clothes stick together, revealing clear lines.

The night wind blowing in from the window was cold, and he couldn't help shivering. He raised his eyes and saw that the window was half open, and opposite was a row of residences with closed doors and windows, which were cast in a layer of shadow by the night.

He went over and closed the window.

The third day of the Cultivation Conference was the most exciting day. Even though Qingyun faction and Qiyue faction tried their best to suppress the limelight of Yuetianmen, no one could survive in front of Rong Qiong who was in the stage of transformation.

This comprehension conference ended with Yue Tianmen's first place, and at the same time, the important news that "Rong Qiong has entered the stage of transforming gods" was quickly spread throughout the comprehension world.

Ling Ye led all the disciples back after dealing with the various sects that he had formed a relationship with, and only saw Rong Qiong come back when he counted the number of people.

he asked suspiciously.

"Brother, where have you been?"

Rong Qiong said lightly.

"Just walk around."

Ling Ye saw that he didn't want to tell him, so he touched his nose and stopped asking, and the group walked away with swords and left Qingyun sect.

It was already evening when we returned to the outer peak of the Yuetianmen, and the other four outer disciples who went with them all proudly showed off what they had seen and heard from the cultivation conference under the envious eyes of others, Jiang Fei ignored the crowd and went directly returned to his garden.

He changed his clothes and finished his usual work before he opened the door and entered the house. The simple but clean hut exuded a light and slightly bitter smell of medicinal materials. He washed his hands and walked to the table, and saw a small bottle on it.

Jiang Fei thought carefully that he had never seen this bottle before. He picked it up suspiciously, took off the cork and poured it out. Inside was a blood-red elixir.

He didn't know who put it here, and he didn't know what the pill was, so he hesitated and put it away first.

The next day, all the outer disciples received the news that a competition would be held, and the top three winners would get the rare marrow washing pill. Chen Doudou, who dreams of becoming a strong man.

The competition was scheduled for one month later, and during this month Chen Doudou practiced without sleeping and eating. Jiang Fei didn't plan to participate in this competition, so he helped him with the garden work so that he could concentrate on training.

But one month later, Chen Doudou did not enter the top three in the competition. His blood-red eyes stared into tears, and he gritted his teeth and refused to say a word.

Jiang Fei seldom saw him being silent like this, and also saw with his own eyes how hard he worked hard this month.

He frowned and looked at the three ecstatic outer disciples on the stage who took the Xisui Pill with trembling hands, and suddenly froze when he saw the Xisui Pill clearly.

The blood-red pill looked extremely familiar, exactly the same as the one in the bottle on his desk.

Is that the marrow washing pill?

Is it really Xisui Dan?Who put it on his desk?

Jiang Fei has been alone in the Yuetianmen for ten years. Except for Chen Doudou, he has no close friends, let alone any inner disciples. No one would secretly give him such a rare Xisui Pill.

His brows gradually wrinkled.

Chen Doudou next to him showed a sense of decadence that he had never seen before. He rubbed his eyes with a wry smile and said in a difficult way.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't even get the only chance to change myself...Jiang Fei, it seems that I should give up and go down the mountain with you."

Jiang Fei looked at his stumbling back in a daze, with a hint of hesitation on his face.

He quickly walked over and pulled Chen Doudou back, went straight back to the house, then found out the hidden bottle and stuffed it into his hand, and spoke under his astonished gaze.

"I don't know who gave it to me. It looks similar to the pill of washing marrow, but I'm not sure what it is, maybe it's poison. Doudou, if you're not afraid, this is for you."

The author has something to say: Why didn't you update it yesterday?

Because my manuscript is finished, but I only had time to check one chapter yesterday!So I posted a chapter!

Don't lie to me to add updates! 【Cold jpg.】

(All foreshadowing will be explained at the end! Don't worry!)