Chapter 833 Under the Name

Jin Siqi held the thermos cup and curled her legs in the quilt. Below her was a snow-white bed sheet and a pillow was placed behind her. She sat quietly, looking at the dark wall ahead, silent.

The previous few Nine Nether Saint Envoys brought her to this side hall. After giving her a simple treatment, they left her here and went to work on their own tasks. Calculate the time, the martial arts performance should have ended now, but no one came back to pay attention to her. I don’t know if they have forgotten their existence.

What should I do next? Should I go back to the dormitory by myself or continue to wait here? Or should I go to the Nine Venerables and continue today's assessment? No...thing has become like this. If I contact Nine Venerables alone, I will definitely be misunderstood by my senior sister. I don't know how she will mess with herself at that time...

Just when Jin Siqi was stunned and at a loss, with a "creaking", the palace gate was suddenly pushed open, and a boy about the same age as her walked in carefully.

He has a well-behaved baby face, a round buzz cut, a simple face, clear eyes, but a little shy to dodge, and his whole temperament is a little immature. This also makes him look several years younger among his peers.

"That..." The boy seemed even more timid than her, stood in front of the bed and glanced at her secretly, and immediately moved his gaze away before she found out, "Do you feel okay now?"

Jin Siqi replied softly: "It's much better, are you?" Judging from his outfit, he should not be the Nine Nether Holy Envoy in the Hall.

The boy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, held it in front of her with both hands, and stammered: "This is my treasured healing pill. If you don't mind, you can use it."

Jin Siqi hesitated and clenched the medicine bottle in his palm: "Thank you. But do we... know each other?"

It will appear here at this time, and most of them are candidates who also come to run for the election. However, Jin Siqi really has no impression of the boys in front of him. No wonder there are many candidates for the primary election, except for a few particularly outstanding ones, such as Huangfu Li, Sikong Sheng and others, most of them are transparent in the eyes of other candidates.

The boy swallowed, and his face turned red under her question. Yu Guang glanced at the door from time to time, as if he was ready to escape in panic at any time.

"I didn't know you before, so I want to meet you now..." The boy's voice was as small as a mosquito, but fortunately he still said this sentence in full, "Well, I'll introduce myself first. My name is Meng Zhao. Actually, I've been paying attention to you for a long time..."

Jin Siqi was stunned: "Am I? Why?" Looking back on her performance in the assessment, she was simply in a middle and downstream state, and she really didn't think there was anything worth noting.

Meng Zhao nodded: "Well, because I think you are very gentle and very intimate..."

Jin Siqi suddenly felt a "buzzing" in her mind. Someone had said similar words to her before—

"I think you are gentle and make people want to protect you."

Many years ago, Gu Feipeng hugged her in his arms and said love words softly in her ear.

But maybe she is not gentle at all, she is just weak and cowardly. And her cowardice will eventually hurt those who protect her...

"And, actually, I was always bullied in the sect before, so..." Meng Zhao grabbed her hair and looked at her awkwardly.

Jin Siqi smiled bitterly: "Is it just a pity to the same disease?"

Meng Zhao smiled embarrassedly and buried his head lower.

"Then which sect are you from?" Jin Siqi was unwilling to bother here and took the initiative to change the topic.

Meng Zhao was also happy for her active inquiry, and his eyes lit up: "I am from the Formation Dao Mansion. Don't look at me like this, I am a Formation Master!"

"But, my strength may be quite weak..." However, his confidence came and went quickly, and he became depressed in a blink of an eye.

Jin Siqi comforted her helplessly: "Don't be so unconfident. Since you can be recommended, it means you must be excellent too!"

"Is that?" Meng Zhao looked excited again, "My mother often says this!"

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Jin Siqi was so amused and laughed. This is really... a typical chat to death...

...

And on the side of Tianxiao Pavilion—

After several days of assessment, Mo Gucheng's excellence was obvious to all, and he directly crushed the candidates. Even the deacon disciples who initially bullied others began to follow him and kept praising him. Without need of others, they took the initiative to change a spacious room for the Qianyuan Sect.

Mo Gucheng disdained these fencemen who were arrogant at first and respectful at the same time. Fortunately, Lu Hongyu and Mingji were on his side to manage the matter, which was considered to win over those disciples and would not make the relationship break.

The personal martial arts performance is over. Mo Gucheng's move is like a flowing cloud and flowing water, which can be called the collection of laws and the great achievement of the Taoist aggregate. As his fist wind spreads, there is a rumbling thunder and trembling sound in the hall. It is the sound of the Taoist principles, and it is also the understanding of elements, which is infinitely close to the embodiment of the origin of the ocean.

At the long table, there were a row of white-bearded elders, responsible for registering scores. When Mogucheng closed its momentum and turned around, they looked at each other, and couldn't help but nod in surprise and sigh.

At such an age and such cultivation, even if it is within their Tianxiao Pavilion, how many people can match it?

At the same time, in another room far away from the Martial Arts Hall, several elders were staring at the surveillance screen in front of them, worried.

"A thousand people are killed?"

An elder exclaimed, with a deep shock and disbelief in his voice.

"Yes, this is the latest achievement." The elder responsible for real-time monitoring of data nodded, "The Emperor Sword Pavilion killed Jiutian and has killed 1,580 opponents."

The elders looked at each other, and after a long time someone sighed, "Fortunately, he was allowed to enter the trial space and faced virtual opponents. If this were left outside, wouldn't he have killed all the other candidates?"

"It is said that this Jiutian has been going on a route that has been in a long and stunning way from the beginning." Another elder stared at the thick stack of information in his hand. "In so many years, he has never come out of seclusion. It is like a machine born only for cultivation. Such a person is really difficult to deal with..."

"If the person who was pushed up by our Tianxiao Pavilion in the end could not get a good ranking, but instead let him, an outsider, get it, which would be embarrassing!" Another elder said angrily. At the end of his words, two long long eyebrows drooped down, his face full of worries and reluctance.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was a bit heavy.

"It's out!" Just as everyone bowed their heads, an elder rushed in from outside the door, holding the registration book in his hand, "Mr. Yueque's achievements are out!"

The elders in the room seemed to suddenly see a glimmer of hope, and surrounded them together, their eyes full of striking: "How many?"

The newly arrived elder was attracted by everyone's attention and his momentum also weakened significantly.

“…1318.”

The mood that had just risen in the room seemed to be empty and immediately retreated completely.

Yan Yueque is not as good as killing Jiutian, so their only hope of winning is Junlin.

But, is it necessary to be bet on him all the honors of Tianxiao Pavilion alone? If there is a little mistake, then...

"Elders," In the dead silence, an elder with his hair and beard and a face as heavy as a date stood up, and in his hands, he also held a stack of transcripts.

“I have an offer.”

...

That night, Mo Gucheng was invited to the elder's room.

The one who was responsible for receiving him was the elder who spoke last.

"My friend of the Lone City, I have read all your grade reports." The red-faced elder looked at the transcripts on the table, raised his head from time to time, and looked at him with appreciation, "It's really excellent! This is unanimously recognized by all our elders!"

Mo Gucheng still had no expression on his face. Even this affirmation from the upper class failed to make him a little obsessed.

"Thank you, the elder, for the praise."

Seeing his calm attitude of being calm and unscathing, the Red-faced Elder appreciated him and raised his hand to the table: "I have a suggestion! When the Tiangong Gate is officially evaluated, you will be in our Tianxiao Pavilion to run for the election. How about?"

"But, I am not from your Tianxiao Pavilion." Mo Gucheng's eyes were indifferent and he replied coldly.

The red-faced elder smiled slowly and said, "I have already thought about it. As long as one of the elders in our pavilion recognizes you as their adopted son and gives you the Yan family surname, everything will be justified!"

"As a child of Tianxiao Pavilion, you can naturally enjoy many privileges. If you agree, we will not only recommend you specifically, but also focus on cultivating you and provide all the training resources you need. In future assessments, we will definitely give the green light all the way!..."

Just as the elder who was talking nonstop about the various benefits of Guaiming Tianxiao Pavilion, a hint of mockery flashed in Mo Gucheng's eyes.

"I don't think it's necessary."

The red-faced elder was stunned, as if he suddenly choked back in one breath: "My little friend in the Lone City... what did you say?"

Mo Gucheng said coldly: "I can win with my own strength and don't need to cling to the powerful and powerful. What's more," he glanced at the elder in front of him, and his tone was still arrogant and calm, "I think no one in your elders in Tianxiao Pavilion is qualified to be my adoptive father."

"You..." The red-faced elder raised his hand and pointed it at him in anger, and his shoulders trembled with excessive anger. "Don't be ignorant of raising me! I asked you to be famous for Tianxiao Pavilion, that's giving you a chance! This is something that ordinary people can't ask for!"

"Let your chance be left to those in need." Mo Gucheng interrupted coldly, "Goodbye."

After saying that, he did not bow to the elder, but turned around and left regardless.

"It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable!" After Mo Gucheng left, the red-faced elder was furious alone in the room. "A mere junior really takes himself seriously!"

His original intention was to select one of the best among these disciples who participated in the election and hang it under the Tianxiao Pavilion for assessment. If he gets a good ranking, the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be

Although such a move is of some use, with the power of Tianxiao Pavilion, even if those candidates know it, they should be competing for and rush to be used.

What's more, the cabinet will provide them with their cultivation resources so that they can have the same treatment as those authentic young masters and ladies. What else is there to be dissatisfied with? He never expected that someone would dare to refuse so ignorantly!

Scanning the transcripts on the table, a brutal malice suddenly surged in the eyes of the red-faced elder, sweeping the paper off.

"You have the strength, no matter how strong you have, I will directly remove your recommended quota. I will make you not even qualified to run!"

...

With a "bang", the door of the registration room was pushed open, and the red-faced elder strode in.

"Lao Huo, is the latest recommendation list coming out?"

On the square table full of grade book, a white-bearded elder raised his head from the documents and looked at his colleagues who were coming late at night in confusion.

"It has been almost done, and next, it will be handed over to the Pavilion Master for final review."

The red-faced elder nodded: "Show me."

Although Elder Huo was puzzled, he also searched on the table as he said, took out a folder and handed it over.

The red-faced elder swept it casually, saw a familiar name on the list, and a sneer quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Qianyuan Zong Mo Gucheng, this candidate is removed from the list."

Looking at the transcript that was spread in front of him, Elder Huo was stunned. In order to avoid hearing the wrong answer, he even made a special move to put on reading glasses and browse them on paper again.

"Why? This candidate's performance is very good in all aspects! Why, is this what the Pavilion Master means?"

"This is what I mean!" The red-faced elder snorted, finger bent and hit the list hard at the same time.
To be continued...