Shen Qiqi has always felt that shouting like "stop" and "stop" is very senseless. Just when the enemy and we are fighting fiercely, you suddenly say, "My knife is dull, please wait while I sharpen it." It’s sharp, let’s continue beating it.”
In this case, will the enemy cease fighting to give you time to sharpen your sword?
Definitely not.
So this kind of shouting is not only brainless, but also ridiculous.
Shen Qiqi hugged the sorghum tree and pulled it out.
The Baozhuanfeng elder in the stone room suddenly felt a pain in his head, holding his head and groaning.
At the same time, in the Wuji Sect's main hall, all the elders of the Thirteen Peaks, except for the elder Baozhuan Peak, and the other elders of the Twelve Peaks were present. They all opened their eyes and looked at the man sitting on the ground holding a sorghum stalk in the light curtain in astonishment. A person who gnaws with relish.
There was silence in the hall.
The girl in the light curtain had finished chewing a sorghum stalk, and only then did the elders react.
The silent hall suddenly became noisy.
"She, did she eat the support point? I read that right!"
"Who says it's not the case? I also think I might have seen it wrong."
"After all these years of building the secret realm, this is the first time I have seen a disciple who dares to eat the support points of the secret realm. This little girl is so brave."
"There is no need to praise her so much. It should be noted that even you and I may not be able to find support in the secret realm built by Brother Wu in a short time, let alone a little girl who is worthy of stepping into the threshold of practice? Just like that little girl As he said, when he was tired and drunk, he saw a field of sorghum, so he accidentally bumped into it."
"..."
Sounds like a very convincing explanation.
All the elders nodded tacitly.
"That's right."
“Exactly so”
"What Immortal Yuyuan said makes sense."
The secret realm that I built at home was actually broken by a little girl who could not even step into the threshold of spiritual practice. It would be very embarrassing to tell anyone about it.
Don’t they, the Wuji Sect, have no respect for face?
Then the silence returned to the main hall. After a while, a voice said displeasedly: "Other disciples who went to the secret realm to accept the assessment were all sent directly to their destination after getting off the boat. Why do you want this little girl to go so far? Lu...what does Qiongcang Immortal Lord mean?"
Qiongcang Immortal Lord is the builder of the secret realm and the peak master of Baozhuan Peak, whose name is Wu Qiongcang.
The female voice who defended Shen Qiqi was the Purple Spirit Immortal.
Although she couldn't accept Shen Qiqi as her disciple anymore, her six senior brothers could.
The senior brother's apprentice is her apprentice.
His disciple was bullied, and of course Purple Spirit Immortal was not happy.
It was her senior brother who came out to persuade her.
"Isn't it obvious? Zhenren Yuyuan is angry. The old man who punted the boat has sent countless waves of disciples across the river. Have you ever seen any disciple he treated like this? Even the Dixian Empress Temple I’ve spoken out. I estimate that during this trial, all the things in the secret realm will be eaten up by this little girl.”
After all is completed, the secret realm will be useless, and a new secret realm needs to be built again. It's strange that Wu Qiongcang, the lazy guy who can lie down and never sit down, is happy to build a new one.
At this time, in the secret realm, after Shen Qiqi finished chewing one sorghum stalk, she set her sights on another one.
Seeing that the white little hands had grasped a sorghum leaf, Wu Qiongcang felt that his head began to buzz and hurt again.
He was afraid that this second support point would also be eaten away, so he quickly waved his sleeves.
Shen Qiqi, who was in the secret realm, was immediately sent to a village road.
Shen Qiqi, who was still holding a sorghum leaf in her hand: "..."
Don't tell me, the sorghum straw is really sweet.
What a pity.
Shen Qiqi clicked her tongue regretfully, threw away the sorghum leaves in her hand, and squinted at the village in front of her.
It is now evening, and smoke has begun to pour out of many people's chimneys, and the aroma of food is floating in the air.
It was not as spooky as expected, the whole village was filled with smoke and was very peaceful.
At this time, under the crooked-neck jujube tree at the entrance of the village, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt stood there, stretching his neck and looking forward.
As soon as he saw Shen Qiqi appear on the village road, the man in blue shirt's eyes lit up and he quickly ran towards her. Before she could reach her, he greeted her with a loud voice from afar: "Xiangu, I've treated you like a waiter." Here you go...I am the head of the Prince Consort'ao village."
With the ghost boatman in front of him, Shen Qiqi subconsciously looked at the man in front of him who claimed to be the village chief.
It turned out that the other party was not a ghost.
Of course, it's not a person, but a paper figure.
Not only the village chief, but also the women standing in the shade of the trees chattering, the little children sticking their butts out and playing in the mud on the edge of the fields, the old cows grazing, the dogs chasing the chickens and barking... They are all made of paper. .
Those who can control paper sticks can also control so many things at once. Only a great talisman cultivator can do this... Does Wuji Sect actually have talisman cultivators?
Shen Qiqi raised her eyebrows in surprise.
The village chief had already urged her anxiously: "Xiangu, don't look at it. It's fine now. That's because it's not dark yet. When it gets dark, all those things will come out. They are unstoppable and very punctual... By the way, Fairy Girl, what kind of help do you need from us?" the village chief asked as he walked.
Shen Qiqi then said, "If you please, the village chief, please take me to the Dixian Niangniang Temple first."
The village chief, who was walking swiftly and swiftly, paused when he heard this and turned his head to stare at her with a strange expression.
Shen Qiqi: "...What's wrong? Is there no Dixian Empress Temple in your village?"
"..." The village chief sighed, "That's not true. I heard from the old people in the village that there was indeed a Temple of the Earthly Immortal Empress in the village before, but that was a long time ago. Now it is a stage... Even the stage is now abandoned."
"Why is this great stage abandoned?" Shen Qiqi asked curiously.
The village chief pulled out his hair and said with a sad look on his face: "Is it because the stage is haunted? I don't know what the fairy knows. Our Prince Consort'ao is a famous village from all over the country. The villagers are all rich and have money." , I just wanted to be able to listen to a play every once in a while like the people in the city, so everyone pooled their money and transformed the Earth Fairy Empress, which had been abandoned for many years, into a theater..."
After the theater was set up, theater troupes would come to the village to sing opera every now and then. On important days such as New Years and holidays, after the opera started, they would sing for three to five days.
The incident happened on the Lantern Festival two years ago.
The reason was that two troupes were competing for business, but one of them failed to win, so he became resentful and poisoned the other troupe's pot on the first night of the performance.
According to the leader of the poisoning team, he originally just wanted to put some laxatives into the pot to give them diarrhea, until their legs and feet became weak and they had no energy to sing. However, for some unknown reason, the laxatives he bought turned out to be... It became a deadly poison.
Not one of the twenty-nine people in the entire troupe survived.