Feng Qingtian: Supreme Little Mengfei

Chapter 204 Nine Palace Martial Arts Association
Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, Qing Zhi said in surprise: "Are you adding firewood or fighting? Both the fire spirit and the protective cover are used!"

After Qingzhi finished speaking, there was a bang under the stove, and thick smoke billowed out.

"It's on fire, the kitchen is on fire, it's exploding, put out the fire!"

There was a rushing sound from the front, and the two looked up. It turned out that it was Fatty Zhang from the kitchen who rushed in from outside when he heard the sound.

As soon as he came in, he saw that the kitchen was fine, except that the stove was about to explode, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the tone suddenly came up again, he pointed at Mu Qian and said, "You, how can you add so much firewood, you are cooking, or you are frying the kitchen!"

Mu Qian was scolded all over her head and face by him, and she could see that this big fat man loved his kitchen very much, and it was as if her darling had been broken by someone.

Mu Qian curled her lips and let him talk without making a sound.

She doesn't care about the fat man.

"I didn't teach it well, and I'm responsible." Qing Zhi looked at Fatty Zhang accusing Mu Qian, and he took the responsibility aloud.

After Qingzhi said this, Fatty Zhang suddenly felt embarrassed. It was not very nice to scold other apprentices in front of his master, so nothing happened at all, so forget it.

"Hey, Elder Qingzhi, you have to take good care of this kitchen, there can't be a next time, I can't stand the trouble."

Qing Zhi repeatedly agreed, and Fatty Zhang looked at Mu Qian several times worriedly before leaving reluctantly.

Mu Qian sighed, and she said, "Am I really stupid?"

"The ruler is long and the inch is short, and it has nothing to do with stupidity."

"Then what's your shortcoming?" Mu Qian blinked and stared at Qing Zhi, she didn't seem to notice what he was not good at.

"It's you"

Mu Qian was taken aback for a moment, she didn't seem to realize what Qingzhi was saying, but felt her heart beating faster and faster.

At this time, Qingzhi suddenly smiled again: "Qianqian seems quite happy?"

Mu Qian suddenly regained her senses, her eyes widened and she said, "Are you calling me an oil bottle?"

With a smile on the corner of Qing Zhi's mouth, he didn't answer, but this look clearly affirmed it!
"I'm not an oil bottle! You make the dim sum yourself, and remember to bring it to me when it's ready!"

Mu Qian stamped her feet, threw aside the firewood in her hand, and walked out of the kitchen.

Qingzhi shook his head, tidied up the messy stove, with a smile on his face.

Walking out of the kitchen, Mu Qian's face flushed red.

Qingzhi clearly put her together with him, even if it was dragging the oil bottle, it was dragging him.

Mu Qian touched her hot face. Although the oil bottles were still a little far away from walking side by side, they were together anyway, right?

Back on Yunqi Peak, Mu Qian saw that Feng Qiansang was already waiting for her under the tree.

"Mu Qian, are you alright? You are finally back, did Brother Huang make things difficult for you? Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

Mu Qian quickly lowered her head, sat down at the table, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea to cool down.

"I'm fine, and he didn't make things difficult for me."

"How is it possible, when Elder Qingzhi went that day..."

"Okay, am I fine now? Anyway, there is nothing wrong, so don't think too much about it."

"It's me who is useless and has become your burden, otherwise you could have run away." Feng Qiansang looked apologetic.

"Why are you talking about this? When I was in a coma ten years ago in Changlin Mountain, you didn't throw me away as a burden. Hey, why do you become more hypocritical as you grow up?"

Feng Qiansang raised his head, and glared at Mu Qian: "You're just hypocritical."

She is not hypocritical, and Feng Qiansang is a close friend, so she treats him sincerely.I love Qingzhi in my heart and want to be with him.

It is clear and clear, and it does not change because of identity, responsibility, or difficulty at all.

"Oh, by the way, I'm here to tell you something in advance, about the Jiugong Mountain Martial Arts Meeting held once every ten years."

"Nine Palace Mountain Martial Arts Club?"

"Jiugong Mountain is a cultivating sect at the same level as Tiansheng Mountain, and their standard for accepting disciples is also below a hundred years old and above Nascent Soul.

Jiugong Mountain holds a martial arts meeting every ten years, in order to train new disciples, and at the same time, it also gives the spiritual institutes under Jiugong Mountain a chance to show their talents.

Under Jiugong Mountain, there are a total of [-] spiritual institutes, Guanzhi Spiritual Institute is one of them, and the disciples in the spiritual institute are also proud to enter Jiugong Mountain!
Of course, the basic possibility of cultivating to the Nascent Soul stage is very low, but you still have to fight, right?

The three major personal disciples were trained with the goal of entering Jiugong Mountain!

Every martial arts meeting, each spirit academy has five places, three of which are no doubt direct disciples, and there are two places left, the dean's intention is for you to occupy one.

After all, you entered the Heavenly Palace ten years ago, and you have 20 years of cultivation time, and you are still a member of the Spiritual Academy.

If you get the ranking, not to mention the generous rewards, you can be favored by Jiugong Mountain in advance, and you can also enter Jiugong Mountain in advance to practice as a preparatory disciple!
Mu Qian, you have been to Tiansheng Mountain, you know that the resources of sects at that level are far beyond what the Spiritual Academy can match.

So the dean told me about this, and asked me to tell your ward in advance, knowing that he will meet you in person at that time. "

After Feng Qiansang finished speaking in one breath, he picked up his teacup and took a sip of water.

Mu Qian pondered Feng Qiansang's words in her heart, without much expression on her face.

"Mu Qian, you don't seem very interested?"

"It's the spirit courtyard's face, it's none of my business."

"But the rewards are very generous! Think about it, Jiugongshan's reward level will not be low! Mu Qian, you still have to become stronger, but Guanzhi Lingyuan can no longer give you any help."

Mu Qian's heart moved, yes, she was already in the alchemy period, and the resources of the Spiritual Academy were completely insufficient for her, and she would only stagnate if she stayed.

But she didn't want to enter Jiugong Mountain. Entering Jiugong Mountain meant that she would be separated from Qingzhi.

"Mu Qian, what are you worried about?"

Mu Qian shook her head, and she said, "So the Spiritual Academy participated in the martial arts competition ten years ago? No wonder they were so desperately trying to get the fruit of the Sun Immortal and Moon Flame Grass."

"If you put it this way, the time is indeed right. But they didn't get it in the end, and the three major direct disciples have not yet broken through the Nascent Soul stage. They are about to turn a hundred years old, so they are very anxious!

After one hundred years of age, one loses the qualification to enter Jiugong Mountain.So they want to get good grades in this martial arts competition, and they will be preparatory disciples first. "

"Then do you know what happened the last time the spirit academy participated?"

"I heard a little bit. Last time, the three major direct disciples and the second and third disciples of the Palace of Heaven went there. They were all in the Condensing Yuan stage. It seems that they haven't even passed the first game. The three major direct disciples didn't get it either. It’s a great result, so this time I tried my best.”

Mu Qian nodded.

"Then what do you think? Are you going?"

(End of this chapter)