This kind of venue is not luxurious enough. It was also chosen by Zixiao Dojo, and for Mu Qianyu, it was just a matter of words.
The current situation is that she can make the decision everywhere, and small details like this can always remind her that she really stands at the pinnacle of power.
The title of the Lord of Dongzhou is still somewhat fictitious, and she only realizes the real power in her hands when something happens.
After selecting the venue, it is time to choose the content of the assessment. The first thing to select talented disciples is to look at their talent, and the second is to look at their strength, so there should not be just one assessment item.
Beichenye wanted Mu Qianyu to participate in it, but Mu Qianyu shook his head and refused: "I'm really not very good at this kind of thing. I've always been the one being tested before."
"I'm afraid Madam is just too lazy to use her brain." Beichen Ye said with a smile.
"Is it so obvious?" Mu Qianyu said one sentence and nodded quickly: "Indeed, you must be the one anyway, and I don't have any ideas anyway."
"Okay." Beichenye responded softly, turned around and went to discuss with the people from the Tianfu Holy Sect.
Mu Qianyu was happy and relaxed, but when he returned to his residence, he heard a cry for mercy: "Dad, you are my biological father, you can't really hit me."
It's Ji Tianming, that's right.
When she walked into the yard, she saw an old man with a gray beard chasing Ji Tianming with a black fire stick. As he chased him, he said, "Little bastard, stop here. I won't break your legs!"
The old man is the old sect leader of the Wuliang Weapon Sect. If I read correctly, the fire stick is the Weapon Sect's artifact. It is said that it was a stick used by a powerful person to make fire when he was refining weapons, and it gradually became an artifact.
"Dad, please be merciful. I really have practiced cultivation. If I don't make progress, I can only blame my poor talent." Ji Tianming explained while running around the tables and pavilions in the yard.
After hearing this, Sect Leader Ji became even more furious and said: "You little bastard, you still dare to quibble, your talent is not good and most people in the world are not qualified to practice! If you don't make progress, I will beat you to death today."
Already."
It's just that although the old man said this, he didn't mean anything at all, otherwise Ji Tianming with such strength could be killed with one move.
"Dad, be gentle." Ji Tianming ran faster after being hit with a stick.
Liu Xiner, who was originally in the courtyard, was so frightened that she stood at the entrance of the courtyard. When she saw Mu Qianyu approaching, she quickly said: "Your Majesty, please help him, he will really be beaten soon."
"If I hit my son, nothing will really happen. Let's see." Mu Qianyu raised his hand, signaling her not to listen to the old man's threats.
The father and son in this courtyard were fighting so fiercely that they didn't even hear Mu Qianyu coming.
"But didn't His Majesty promise to help?"
"It's not that I won't help, it's just that it's not good for Xiao Ji not to make progress. It's better to let senior teach him a lesson." Mu Qianyu said in a low voice.
Liu Xiner thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right."
It can be said that Ji Tianming is a good person in every aspect. He is simple and sincere, kind-hearted and tolerant. He rarely gets angry. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a humble gentleman.
But his only shortcoming is that he is too unmotivated in his cultivation. He just indulges in making money and having fun every day. If he continues like this, it is really difficult for him to become a great person.
Of course, it does not mean that being a great person is a necessary condition for success. It is just that low cultivation level will inevitably lead to a shorter life span, which will ultimately be harmful to oneself.
So the master and the servant watched the fun together. If Ji Tianming hadn't been one of them, they would have even started eating melon seeds. After all, this scene was so interesting.
Ji Tianming ran around with his head in his arms, crying to the heavens and the earth, it was so miserable.
"Your Majesty, it's almost done." At the end, Liu Xiner couldn't stand it anymore.
"It's a pity that I forgot to break up the fight before you told me." Mu Qianyu slowly stepped forward and said in a slightly louder voice: "Senior Ji, I haven't seen you for more than half a year. You are even more charming than before."
When Old Sect Leader Ji heard Mu Qianyu's voice, he stopped his hand in time, turned around and said with a kind expression: "Emperor, it's been a long time since we last seen each other."
"Master, help me. Master, if you don't come here, I will be beaten to death." When Ji Tianming saw Mu Qianyu, he immediately ran behind her, trying to hide his fat body completely behind her, but he couldn't.
Can't live.
"The emperor is laughing at you. This brat has been here for so long and has really caused trouble for the emperor." Old Sect Master Ji said with an apologetic look.
"Senior, what are you talking about? Tianming and I hit it off right away. We are masters and disciples in name but actually friends. Why bother?" Mu Qianyu said, shaking his head slightly.
"Emperor, I don't have to beat this bastard. You said that he is not doing his job all day long, that refining alchemy is a waste, that he doesn't study hard to refine weapons, and that he doesn't even make progress in cultivation.
You said that our Wuliang Weapon Sect is the number one weapon refining sect in the world, how could we be left in the hands of such a useless person? I am also very weak." The old sect leader sighed helplessly.
Ji Tianming whispered again: "I don't want to inherit either."
"I'd better beat you to death." The old sect leader said before taking action again.
Mu Qianyu stopped him quickly and said, "Senior, if you have something to say, please tell me. Hitting won't solve the problem, but teaching the child slowly will not solve the problem."
Ji Tianming was so frightened that he squatted down and hugged Mu Qianyu's thigh, feeling that he felt safer like this.
"Emperor, please listen to what he is saying. Is it possible that my Ji family's inheritance has been passed down for hundreds of years and that it will be cut off from his generation?" The old sect leader angrily asked Mu Qianyu for comment.
"I have always believed that sooner or later someone will break it. How can there be a foundation in this world that will last for ten thousand years?" Ji Tianming argued unconvinced.
The old sect leader was preparing to fight again.
"Shut up." Mu Qianyu scolded Ji Tianming, pretending to be unhappy, and then said to the old sect leader: "Senior, don't be anxious, Tianming is still a child, and we will have a lot of time to train him in the future, right?"
The old sect leader was really embarrassed not to give Mu Qianyu face, but now he would rush over and beat anyone who didn't have such a good relationship and whose status was not as high.
"He is already twenty years old. At the age of twenty, I am already in charge of a group of affairs and can refine fifth-grade spiritual weapons. You ask him what he can do?" the old man continued to accuse.
"Senior, please calm down and take a sip of water." Mu Qianyu helped him sit on the stone bench, then winked at Liu Xiner and said, "Xin'er, hurry up and serve tea."
"Yes!" Liu Xiner poured a cup of tea for the old sect leader that she had prepared early, and at Mu Qianyu's signal she said, "Sect Master, this is your favorite Tianshan black tea."
The old man looked at Liu Xiner in confusion and asked, "How does the little girl know what tea I like to drink?"
"Mr. Ji always talks about how much you like to drink. If you talk too much, I will remember it." Liu Xiner answered obediently.