The little junior sister was born rebellious, and the whole sect was led away

Chapter 9 quota?Have it at your fingertips

"The news is true. We were informed at this time, but she hurriedly came up to speak, fearing that her thoughts were impure." Qiu Wanluo smelled the clear fragrance of tea, her narrow red phoenix eyes were filled with light, and she slowly put down the tea cup, " Li Zui, go and check if there is any unusual movement in the Twelve Peaks."

"Yes." Li Zui quietly melted into the shadows in the hall.

In the huge Qingyu Hall, Qiu Wanluo sat alone on a soft futon, stroking the vigorously growing golden thorn grass on the table, "It seems that some people can't sit still."

[The Immortal Mansion is about to open. After discussion among the major sects, it has been decided that each sect can send ten disciples to the Immortal Mansion to look for opportunities. This is hereby announced. 】

The disciples were whispering to each other, and the noise was louder than thousands of ducks.

"Have you heard? The quota has already been decided, what else can we do?"

"Hey, the notice is only for reference, it's not the sect's decision to let them go. Besides, how can we deal with the inner sect disciples sent by the major sects?"

"It's just...it's a bit regretful. Every time something like this happens, it never concerns the outer disciples, but the inner disciples..."

"Don't think about it. It's better to practice hard and try to catch up with those proud men one day."

"Go, go."

The disciples dispersed in a hurry, leaving only Ning Ning, who could be blown down by the wind, and Shaojiu, who was supporting her, standing there, staring blankly at the notice with black characters on a red background.

"Senior sister, let's go!"

Hearing this, Ning Ning's ignorant little eyes moved towards Shaojiu. After looking at him for a long time, she casually brushed his hand away, stepped forward and tore off the notice, slowly tearing it into pieces and throwing them up into the clear blue sky.

"Junior brother, is there really anything that can save my life in the Immortal Mansion? But, I am not even qualified to enter the Immortal Mansion." The sun was scorching hot, and her hands and feet were stiff with the cold. She murmured a few words, and suddenly fell into the warm and broad embrace, She pressed her cheek against her solid chest, and the tremor she felt made her regain her confidence.

"Senior Sister, even if there is no quota, I can still bring Senior Sister to the Immortal Mansion..."

Covering Shaojiu's nonsense mouth with her soft little hands, Ning Ning raised her head from his arms and said disapprovingly: "The trouble just happened in the forbidden area. The storm has not passed yet. If there is any commotion again, it will not be a good thing for you or me."

She put her hand on Shaojiu's shoulder, brushed the storage bag at her waist, and said vaguely: "Back to Wuxia Peak, I'm tired."

Shaojiu hugged Ning Ning full of melancholy, but he never noticed that she wrapped her hand around him and released the golden paper crane, fluttering towards the aura-rich Baichao Peak.

In the flower garden, a man in a plain robe was digging grass and loosening the soil. His back was covered with mud spots, not to mention his trouser legs that had sunk into the soil.

"Young Master, you have the quota to enter the Immortal Mansion." The young man in the disciple's uniform shouted and ran towards the man.

The man stood up slowly, shook his tied wide sleeves, and glanced at the young man with a pair of slender peach blossom eyes. His unusually handsome face shone in the scorching sun, and his fair skin was so elastic that it made people envious.

He tapped the young man's head with his finger, "How many times have I told you that you and I will join the master together and don't call me Young Master? How come you still can't remember it?"

"Sir...Senior Brother, I'm so happy! I forgot for a moment." The young man smiled and touched his head. He caught a glimpse of gold from the corner of his eye. When he was stunned, a paper crane appeared in the man's hand.

The man crushed the paper crane and pondered for a long time, "Prepare some body-conditioning elixirs and the certificate to enter the Immortal Mansion. I will go to Wuxia Peak."

"Yes."

The two left the flower garden one after the other.

"Senior sister, are you okay?" Shaojiu stared at Ning Ning who looked tired, pursed her thin lips, and walked straight to Qingyu Hall.Seeing this, Ning Ning struggled to get off the ground, "Junior brother, you went to the wrong place. The bamboo house is over there."

Shaojiu's face darkened, and he said nothing to let her go, "You're right, I..."

A strong wind blew towards Shaojiu's back. He was alert and threw the talisman in a hurry, pinching the talisman to break the strong wind.The strong wind that split into two made two deep marks, half of the palace collapsed, and the smoke and dust filled the sky captivated everyone's eyes.

"What a pity, Junior Sister Ning, do you like this gift from Senior Brother?" Yan Wumei's voice broke through the smoke and reached the cochlea.

Ning Ning didn't seem to be angry, and the smile on her face became deeper and deeper, "Hey, Senior Brother Yan saw that Qingyu Hall was in disrepair, so he came here to repair it? Then... thank you Senior Brother Yan."

"you………"

"Junior Sister Ning, are you here?" A clear voice sounded like the heavy snow in the cold winter, making people panic from the inside out.

Yan Wumei looked at Qu Qiubai, who rarely appeared, licked his back molars, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Qu Qiubai, don't you never leave Baichao Peak? What kind of wind brought you here."

Qu Qiubai ignored the noisy Yan Wumei and walked straight towards Ning Ning. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw the crumbling Qingyu Palace and his eyes widened in shock.

"Renovation?"

Ning Ning shrugged, "Where is the spare money? It's Senior Brother Yan who generously donated money to renovate it."

Qu Qiubai, who heard the profound meaning, stopped talking, took out the rare herbs and the quota certificate from the storage bag, and handed it to Ning Ning, "Take it, we don't owe each other."

"Okay." Ning Ning was not polite and took it and put it in her storage bag.

Seeing that the two of them knew what they meant without saying anything, Shaojiu overturned the jealousy, suddenly blocked Ningning, and stared at Qu Qiubai in a prepared manner.

Qu Qiubai: "?" What's wrong with this man?Does he know him?Could it be that he dug into his ancestral grave?It shouldn’t be!

"Qu Qiubai, what are you doing? Who gave you the right to give up your place without permission?" Yan Wumei roared madly, with Yu Zhiyu's words echoing in his head: "Senior brother, Zhiyu is so envious of Junior Sister Ning. As long as Junior Sister Ning wants to Whatever you want can be easily obtained, but Zhiyu..."

Thinking of this, Yan Wumei's eyes turned red, and his hateful gaze fell on Ning Ning. He paused slightly and was stopped by Qu Qiubai halfway. He tried a vicious move but was defeated by Qu Qiubai.

"It's my right to give the quota to whoever, and you have no right to interfere." He subdued Yan Wumei mercilessly, and said heartbreakingly: "Ning Ning's cultivation is low, you ignored her friendship and attacked her, it's in vain. Twelve peaks set an example, you are not worthy."

As soon as the elder of the Discipline Hall came to Wuxia Peak, he heard Qu Qiubai's righteous words, turned around and wanted to sneak away.

Ning Ning shouted at the top of her lungs: "Elder, you are finally here. Brother Yan wants to demolish Wuxia Peak!" Before she could finish her words, the top of the mountain not far away slowly slid down, and with a "bang", the smoke and dust dissipated. The smooth "flat head" shape made the elders of the Discipline Hall tremble slightly, and looked at Yan Wumei with pity.

"The Yan Wumei clan has a private fight, and the punishment is: five days of confinement in the Blood Prison, and deprivation of the quota to enter the Immortal Mansion. It will be implemented immediately without any mistakes."

"Elder." Ning Ning pursed her lips, her voice trembling slightly: "If Qingyu Palace is gone, Master will be very angry...very angry."

The head of the Discipline Hall shook his body: "The Twelve Peaks will fully compensate for the loss of Wuxia Peak, and give Wuxia Peak an extra place to enter the Immortal Mansion." He rubbed his hands, "Is that okay?"

"Junior brother, come quickly and thank the elder." The two of them bowed to the elder of the Discipline Hall. He hurriedly waved his hands and dragged the uneasy Yan Wumei away from Wuxia Peak.

(End of this chapter)