Xiuxian first lady

Chapter 27 - Before the Ceremony
Homework has to be written, holidays have to be taken, and ceremonies have to be attended.

Fortunately, Bai Xiaoxiao is a person who went to college once. In terms of mental age, time management ability and sense of urgency, she is many times better than a real 15-year-old kid.No matter how unwilling you are, don’t you still want to write a thesis?

It stands to reason that it is most convenient for her to guard the great god Chen Qingcheng, and it is most convenient to interview him directly, but considering that this person has been injured like that, and he has to perform his ghost-breaking Xuangong to heal his wounds, I really can't bear to take advantage of the gap between his coma and waking up. Then go and watch him vomit blood while asking some trivial questions.

She also heard from Xun Xi about the general situation of the natural disaster, so she took Bai Yan's job temporarily.He Tong'er has a wide range of knowledge and eloquence, which is much more effective than going to the library to look through piles of old papers.

Before dark that day, a four-page paper was written.

Bai Yan first praised her for her speed, but when she took it and looked at it carefully, she pondered for a long time, and finally handed it back and sighed: "Senior Sister Bai, practice calligraphy well when you have time."

A good white bamboo paper with a red silk column, and the fonts of whether it is acceptable or not, are crowded. It is not too uncomfortable to read each word alone, but it feels aggrieved no matter how it is lined up.There are always a few typos on each sheet, and some of the words are oversimplified, so that people have to think for a while before they understand the original meaning.

It's just that she is a little demon in a new form, so it's not good to be too demanding.

Bai Xiaoxiao thought to herself that it was not easy for me to write four pages with a brush, but she did not refute verbally, she just nodded in agreement and retracted the paper.

It was also because her handwriting was too eye-catching, and Bai Yan didn't read it carefully, otherwise, she would not have been allowed to submit such an article.

……

Bai Xiaoxiao didn't sleep well at night.

I don't know if it's because Qingping Daoist and Chen Qingcheng's true consciousness has entered her sea of ​​consciousness, she occasionally feels dizzy during the day, as if some thought flitted through her mind, but she couldn't catch it when she carefully identified it.It was even more groggy at night, and I only felt that I was dreaming all night, and when I woke up, it became a vague fragment of memory.

The only clear thing is the shadow of a sword.

The sword is so huge that it leans between the sky and the earth, like a pillar supporting the sky, and its whole body emits a dazzling light.

She once drew the shape of the sword and asked Bai Yan, and it was exactly as she expected, it was the sword that Chen Qingcheng sank at the bottom of the misty lake.

Excalibur "Jueming".

According to Bai Yan's guess, she was deeply infected by the sword energy that day, and her spiritual consciousness was affected, so she often dreamed about the sword shadow.Although it may not be a big deal, it would be better to ask Chen Qingcheng.

But every time Bai Xiaoxiao went to see Chen Qingcheng, seeing his indifferent and pale face, remembering that he was supporting this body, and had entered her own sea of ​​consciousness to save her, she couldn't bear to speak to disturb each other again.

……

The morning of the day of the ceremony arrived just like usual.

Standing in the line of new disciples, Bai Xiaoxiao tried her best to stand on tiptoe so that she could see the familiar figures in front of the main hall from a distance.

This is the Shangqing Peak where the head of the sect lives, and the main hall, Zhenyuan Palace, is where the sect gathers and ceremonies. The courtyard is spacious and blessed with spells, and it is not a problem to accommodate thousands of people.

Master Qingping, the head of the sect, Biyou Yuanjun, the head of the criminal law, Chen Qingcheng, the head of the sword, these heads of the sect that Bai Xiaoxiao has dealt with many times at close range, are now thousands of steps away from her.

In addition to these three people, there was another person that Bai Xiaoxiao had never seen before, who also stood side by side with them.

He was a gentle and elegant man with a gentle smile on his face, which made people feel warm at first glance.

His appearance is also first-class handsome.

Although since the head of the sect, the four high-ranking members of the sect have been regarded as immortal, elegant and refined, but the real Qingping is a boy after all, and he cannot escape the word "cute". Chen Qingcheng and Biyou Yuanjun have their own differences. It was so cold that people dared not look directly at it.

Only this person, with soft eyebrows and a smile on the corner of his mouth, is like a garden in spring and under the sun, who has become intoxicated inadvertently.

Su Zhi, the dean of the prime minister, is also privately called the "deputy head" by many professors and disciples.

Because the head of the house is willing to take care of things, he will take care of them, and the things the head is not willing to take care of, no matter how big or small, he will take care of.

But the head is actually a very casual, or rather "lazy" person.

Therefore, more than [-]% of the affairs in the sect are handled by Headmaster Su Zhi himself.

Unlike Bai Xiaoxiao, ordinary disciples are also more familiar with Dean Su.

Therefore, when Su Zhi took a few steps forward and was about to speak, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the disciple team.

Su Zhiqing had a smile on his face, and his voice was clear, and he narrated the catastrophe in China a year ago in concise and eloquent words.

Most of the disciples who started late had never heard of it, and the team like Bai Xiaoxiao's team listened attentively.

Only Bai Xiaoxiao knew in her heart that this was a pavement for the ceremony to be held in the near future, and everyone must know Chen Qingcheng and what he did, so that everything that followed would be logical.

But what she thought, who was already familiar with this story, was: How long will Chen Qingcheng stand like this?

Qinghe Tong'er, who was under the head of the sect, drove a small boat floating in mid-air to Feixing Cave early in the morning, and picked up Chen Qingcheng.

Bai Xiaoxiao thought that they should arrange a seat for him because Chen Qingcheng was inconvenient to move, but he stood there just like everyone else.

The standing posture of this person is always upright and straight, like an unsheathed sword, gilded with a bright and dazzling golden edge by the rising sun.

So no one could see that he was sick and weak.

What is he doing?
Bai Xiaoxiao shook her head secretly, and was about to sigh when she heard a thunderous admiration from her classmates.

"By the way, Bai Xiaoxiao!" Someone poked her and whispered loudly amidst the noise, "I heard that you were introduced by Dean Chen?"

"……Yes."

"Then you are amazing! The referrer is the savior of Shenzhou, No. 1 in the way of cultivating immortals! In the future, if you break through the Soaring Cloud Realm, you must be worshiping Dean Chen, right?"

"Ah?" Bai Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, "Then I never thought about it."

I remember Bai Yan said that Dean Chen does not accept apprentices.The only one who has made an exception for so many years is Xun Xi who has never been promoted to the true biography.

She couldn't learn Xun Xi's soft and hard tricks, and even if she could, she didn't want to learn it.

She didn't think it was a good choice to join Chen Qingcheng's sect.

Respect is of course reverence, if Chen Qingcheng really recovers one day, he will naturally be the only one in the world.

But with her temper, she might be at odds with this too cold-hearted Dean Chen. She has only been together for more than half a month, and she has already quarreled several times.

Even if Chen Qingcheng didn't care about the dignity of teachers, it would be too shameful for her to yell at her mentor every day.

Amidst the excited noise, Bai Xiaoxiao was so absorbed in her thoughts that she barely heard the words of praise from the concierge disciples.

"Reverend Bai Hong, the master of the Wanli Mountain Qiyun Temple, and his disciples—congratulations!"

(End of this chapter)