Every March sixth day is an unstoppable disaster that Mie Canglan has.

According to the rules of the Qinglian Sect, every three months, the disciples in the sect should be inspected for the body of the meditation. The mentors will urge their true qi to echo the qi and method in the disciples' bodies, so as to determine how much progress the meditation body has and where it is located. On this day, many disciples will also advance or be demoted, due to the progress or retraction of the meditation body. However, these examples are meaningless to Mie Canglan.

Every day when Mie Canglan checked his merits, he could only reach the conclusion that "there is no qi and law, and he is like a mortal", and it was announced to others in the entire sect. He was the only one, and even the last-level disciple could find the capital of pride from him. So whenever a good boy caught the handle of this day, it seemed to be an important day to tease Mie Canglan, and all the mockery and contempt were at the extreme on this day.

The young man was born with diligence and never got up late. Even if he knew it was a disaster, he would get up early, and his lips and teeth still had hidden pain, covering his voice and putting on the bed. The disciples who were in the same room also got up in bed in three or two. A young man remembered what day it was today as soon as he opened his eyes. He was usually an ordinary person and couldn't get angry everywhere. Only at Mie Canglan could he be dressed without any scruples. So he smiled while dressing, "You are really active, Mie Canglan, can't wait to be surrounded by everyone and laugh?"

Mie Canglan folded the beds on his back without saying a word. And someone on the other side responded, "This is a great treatment. Who do we want? That is, Mie Canglan, the unique person in the entire sect."

The room was filled with twisted and joyful aura early in the morning, rolling Mie Canglan in the middle like a tit-for-tat. Mie Canglan secretly looked at the young men who were happy with him. They didn't bother to look at him. If someone looked at Mie Canglan at this time and savored quietly for a moment, he would feel a kind of cold like a lingering chill hidden in Mie Canglan's almost empty eyes.

No one looked at each other, and Mie Canglan only cast a light for a moment, then packed up his bed and waited for the summoning order. There was a large bronze bell on the pavilion of the back mountain of Qinglian Sect. It was used to call the orders and gather together, and it could affect the entire sect with one sound. The morning light outside was dim, and there were only a few birds singing.

It is late spring and the morning light is brighter. It is about to arrive at the vigorous summer in Qinglian Sect.

But even in that booming and hot summer, the woods outside the Qinglian Sect School were cold and dark, as if they could not shine all year round, and were incompatible with the Qinglian Sect's clear atmosphere. Mie Canglan sat quietly beside the bed, thinking about this, a cold air that was naturally hunched in his heart surged affectionately.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the cold air has become more and more obvious in recent days. There are several times when I have to roll out my throat and vomit it out. For some reason, Mie Canglan secretly stroked Binglong’s forehead and recalled that last night the dream was full of black red eyes that looked like a real black tree trunk.

Thinking of this, the black and red vortex was really clear. Mie Canglan was about to close his eyes and drove away the image. Suddenly, he heard a remote bell ringing, which rang through the sky. The boy in the room had already finished dressing up, so he pushed the door and walked out.

Mie Canglan also stood up and followed. As soon as he left the door, he could hear the powerful voice of the qi and sound contained in the bell. "According to the customs of the sect, all the disciples came to Wentian Palace to gather."

The heavy sound even exceeded the Chen Zhongming. Mie Canglan knew as soon as he heard it that he was the tutor who was dedicated to teaching the highest disciples in the sect, and Mo Qingfeng, the great disciple under the sect leader. In addition to the sect leader, Mo Qingfeng was the person with the highest cultivation level in the sect. If he ignored the third-level disciple mentor who had almost never revealed his cultivation level in the sect.

"Mi Canglan, what are you doing so anxious? You just ran to the front and checked your physical fitness to find out what?" Mie Canglan was walking in front of him, and suddenly heard a clear voice in his ear. Although it was not loud, it rushed straight into his middle ear, like a sharp thunder. Mie Canglan only heard the sound and knew that it was Shen Mingxin. It turned out that he was squeezed with Shen Mingxin when he was walking forward, but it was just a collision between his shoulders, which broke away the beginning of today's disaster.

Mie Canglan raised his eyes and looked at Shen Mingxin expressionlessly. The young man's face was full of spirit. Although it was a graceful and elegant image, it was actually a rebellious intention. He raised his eyes high and looked down at Mie Canglan.

Mie Canglan pursed the corners of his mouth, his eyes were still moving, but he could sweep the light inwardly. He saw Shen Mingxin's fingers slightly exposed outside his sleeves, and he could teach him a lesson as if he was waiting for Mie Canglan's little reaction. Everyone thought that Mie Canglan was stupid, but in fact, all the intentions were obvious in Mie Canglan's eyes.

Although there was a crowd of people around the two, they had gathered eyes waiting for the show. Shen Mingxin's lips were still laughing, but Mie Canglan's eyes closed, nodded slightly and brushed against Shen Mingxin. He said sharp words and provocatively, but he did not respond to it. Shen Mingxin, who was already high above and was teaching Mie Canglan's lesson, felt that he had lost face. His pupils gritted his teeth and looked back. He saw that Mie Canglan had already squeezed forward with the crowd.

"Are you mute?" Shen Mingxin looked elegant, but his nature was irritable. He felt that Mie Canglan was so arrogant that he was angry that he rushed forward and grabbed Mie Canglan's back leader and turned him around. "The rules of the sect, the disciples with low abilities should follow behind! Why are you squeezing forward?"

The boys around him laughed and felt that the show was about to begin, while Mie Canglan grabbed Shen Mingxin's hand that was holding his collar, and slowly exhaled the dark voice and "let go."

Shen Mingxin had no big intentions to teach Mie Canglan a lesson, but he was just a habitual trick. Unexpectedly, Mie Canglan was clearly deprived of his face and his spirit was difficult to control for a while. He grabbed Mie Canglan's hand and pushed him backwards, "Follow me!"

Mie Canglan lacked energy, and although he was similar to Shen Mingxin, his body strength was much worse. He was suddenly pushed and staggered a few steps back. Shen Mingxin's face was already covered with anger, and his eyebrows were raised and his hands were patted lightly, as if he was about to pat the dust on Mie Canglan's body.

With this push without any mercy, Shen Mingxin pushed Mie Canglan directly into the crowd coming from behind. With a wrong step, his figure was difficult to stabilize. Mie Canglan fell down before he could react. A chaotic hole was immediately opened in the crowd, and several people were suppressed by Mie Canglan.

He exclaimed faintly, and Mie Canglan felt that several hands were driving up like mosquitoes behind him, hitting his back in a mess. His figure, which was about to fall, was once again raised. The continuous push and shoving made people laugh around him, and some even clapped their hands to surround Shen Mingxin. Shen Mingxin's anger gradually faded under such a scene, and he pursed his lips and smiled smugly.

Mie Canglan was unstable and was overthrown to the ground. His face fell to the ground. The grass was thick in late spring, and the dew with a slight smell of fishy smell suddenly covered his face. The sky above his head was filled with laughter without any scruples. Mie Canglan only felt his footsteps scrambled around him, and even stepped on his body. No one cared about him and threw him to the ground. The crowd walked towards Wentian Palace.

"I almost got pounced on him, so I couldn't even wash my clothes!"

"Yes, don't get involved with Mie Canglan's stupidity. We still need to practice hard."

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