The next door boss that I missed in those years

Chapter 21

It was getting late, Yaofeng and Chasing Moon came back, they were stunned for a while when they saw Meng Qiyan, and then they realized that they still had a master.

Meng Qiyan felt bitter, he really missed his caring little Qi Si.

"Have all the candidates for our sect been selected?" Meng Qiyan asked while holding a cup of tea.

"It's all selected, but the direct disciples of the sect don't know who to send to the battle."

Most of the direct disciples of Tianyunzong are known to all sects. The conference is held every ten years. The disciples of Meng Qiyan have been reincarnated several times. Every time they are either first or second. The main opponent is the Xuanqing sect. Two apprentices.This year's round has just ended, and Yiyun really doesn't know who to send.

Meng Qiyan began to make small calculations in his heart, Xuanqingmen sent Qisi this time, Yiyun is too powerful, Yaofeng has no seriousness in his hands, Chasing the moon is a trickster, Pai Wangxia is really not very good-looking...

"Send Ling Shuang to go."

"Ah?" Ling Shuang was very puzzled.

Among the brothers and sisters who are least able to fight is Ling Shuang. The only two losses in the Immortal World Conference were Ling Shuang and Wang Xia. Wang Xia fought An Shi because she had never fought before. Ling Shuang lost her temper. That's great, I can't bear to make a heavy hand.

Yiyun and Yaofeng also persuaded Meng Qiyan to reconsider, after all, Tianyunzong was in charge, and it would not look good if he lost.

But Meng Qiyan insisted: "I believe in Ling Shuang, this time I will give him a chance to make a contribution." He planned well, Ling Shuang is a very measured child, he will definitely not hurt Qi Si, and he can also give Qi Si a chance. Have a longer face.

Seeing that Master had such high expectations for her, Ling Shuang burst into tears, and expressed her loyalty with sobs: "Master, don't worry, I will fight hard this time and come back with a first name!"

Why?Why is it different from what he thought...

Meng Qiyan quickly comforted him: "Competition comes second, friendship comes first, don't pay too much attention to winning or losing..."

Ling Shuang became even more excited when he heard this. In order not to put pressure on him, the master actually comforted him. How could he live up to the expectations of the master?

So Ling Shuang nodded resolutely.

Meng Qiyan: "..."

I knew I wouldn't let him go...

After arranging the affairs of the conference, the first thing Meng Qiyan did was to go to the alchemy room to change his shape-changing pill.

Ever since his soul was injured, Meng Qiyan seldom used the stove to refine things. During this period of time, he was almost raised, so there is no problem in refining a pill.

It went smoothly at first, but when the furnace was turned on, Meng Qiyan suddenly felt a tight pain in his chest.

He gritted his teeth and ended the refinement ahead of schedule.

This feeling is different from the usual one when the spirit is damaged, it feels very strange.

Meng Qiyan's head started to hurt a little again, he put away the pills in the stove, went back to the bed and set a restraint, he really needs to sleep well for a few days, otherwise he will be in trouble at the Immortal World Conference in a few days.

Lying on the bed, Meng Qiyan unconsciously thought of Zheng Yu and Qi Si, with a smile on his face.

It is estimated that Zheng Yu is making up for Qi Si now.

For the first time, he looked forward to the Immortal World Conference.

The Immortal World Conference came as scheduled, and Meng Qiyan, who was sitting at the head, was wearing a complicated Chinese attire, and his hair, which was usually tied up randomly, was tied up and put on a jade crown.Meng Qiyan himself was good-looking, and after a little dressing up, the feeling of immortality was immediately revealed.

As the host, Meng Qiyan spent the whole morning greeting and returning gifts to people from various sects, his heart was so annoyed, but his face was still as friendly as a spring breeze.

The people from Xuanqing Sect didn't come early, and Zheng Yu was still dressed in the same independent and independent way, but to show his importance, he also tied up his long hair.Meng Qiyan sighed, she is really beautiful, no matter how she wears it, she looks good.

Meng Qiyan glanced at Qi Si, who was poking his head behind Zheng Yu, from the corner of his eye, and resisted the urge to touch his head.

"Sect Master Lu can come to participate today, our sect is really flourishing!" Meng Qiyan had a polite smile on his face.

Zheng Yu also nodded slightly, with a calm tone: "Sect Master Meng is too polite, I dare not take it."

The eyes of the two met, and Meng Qiyan saw a slight alienation in Zheng Yu's eyes. He felt a little blocked, but still looked at Zheng Yu with a smile.

The two were seated separately, and Yi Yunfei flew to the center of the square to announce the official start of the meeting.

Tian Yunzong has always disliked procrastination, and the opening ceremony has always been simple and rude.

Meng Qiyan watched the competitions in the first few groups before the preliminary round very absent-mindedly. One was because they didn't know each other, and the other was that Yaofeng next to him and Yi Ping from Xuanqingmen had been mocking each other.

"Tsk tsk, look at the people of your sect using swords, it's ugly."

"Hey, then you lose too!"

"It's a shame to take out such a formation, but you don't have anything?"

"If there is one, you can take out a similar one!"

"Even the girl from the Red Lotus Sect can't beat..."

"Such a beautiful girl, you can do it!"

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But to Meng Qiyan's surprise, Wang Xia, who is usually the most eloquent, is actually very quiet, and from time to time she speaks unrestrainedly in the distant wind.

A sour smell of love.

Meng Qiyan held his forehead helplessly, seeing that Zheng Yu also had an indifferent expression on his face.He had nothing to do, so he observed Qi Si carefully.

This kid looks nervous...

Qi Si stood beside Zheng Yu, his palms were slightly sweaty, and he was coming soon... He hadn't slept well for the past few days, so he was afraid of holding back Master, what if he lost.

Qi Si suddenly remembered that the day before yesterday his master called him into the inner room, taught him a few sets of exercises, and told him to use these moves if he really couldn't bear it.

He can definitely win, the master taught him the trick.

Qi Si was very motivated.

Finally, when Qi Si played, Meng Qiyan's eyes lit up, and he was looking forward to it, but he couldn't be too merciful.

"Master Lu, is there no one in your Xuanqing sect? Send a child to play..."

Yiyun and Yaofeng both smiled, and Wangxia couldn't help it when she was beside her.

The corner of Zheng Yu's mouth curled up: "Yes, it would be really embarrassing if Sect Master Meng's disciple couldn't even beat a child.

The mouth is really poisonous.

Meng Qiyan ignored him and continued to watch Qi Si fight with players from other schools.

"This is considered a sneak attack, my lord."

Well, it's time to slap him!

"Such a beautiful girl won't give way? Not polite."

What kind of sympathy does the girl have, teach her a lesson!

"Isn't this trick right, or did Master teach it badly?"

It doesn't matter if it's right or not, as long as you win.

Yiyun next to him couldn't take it anymore, it was obviously a picky one, when did he, a master, be so good at making complaints?This Qi Si has enmity with him?

Zheng Yu didn't care at all, he drew a vine in his hand, and played with it on his own.

Meng Qiyan got angry when he saw him, and he didn't care about his apprentice fighting, what to do if he was injured, really.

After he finished speaking, he snorted and turned his head away from looking at Zheng Yu.

Yi Ping looked at Huo Da from the side, wanted to talk back several times, looked at Wang Xia with a flattering face, but held back.

After all, I still have to count on Meng Qiyan to nod in the future, so forget it.

The author has something to say: Meng Qiyan: "The mouth of the knife is bean curd and the heart is talking about me."

Zheng Yu: "That's not called knife mouth, that's called work."

Meng Qiyan: "Hmph."