As the sun set, the disciples of the Qingxin Martial Arts Hall finished their day's training and embarked on their return journey with laughter.

Since becoming a subsidiary sect of the Qianyuan Sect, with the increasing number of apprentices who came to sign up, the Taoist Hall has also expanded again and again. Today's scale seems to have become a first-class force in China.

Even though his status is no longer what it used to be, Yang Chao, the owner of the hall, still does not change his true colors, and he still trains all his disciples every day, regardless of wealth or poverty, without discrimination, and his strict requirements also make many disciples who join for the first time feel miserable.

But no matter how hard the cultivation is, at least there is one point here, which is incomparable to other sects. That is a kind of full teamwork, a kind of "home" atmosphere.

Every time he assigns a task, Yang Chao will take the lead in doing it, and he will never pay less than other disciples, and every time the resources are issued, Yang Chao will distribute them evenly to each person, and he will never take more than other disciples. Here, everyone was once mortal, making progress together and realizing the "Fish Leaping Dragon Gate" together, which is really a good experience.

On the sports field, there were sweats they had sprinkled and loud slogans they had shouted, but at this time in a quiet courtyard, there were bursts of dull wails from time to time, adding an incongruous touch to this peaceful evening scene.

In the room, Li Binghe was lying on the bed covered with a few quilts, his cheeks burning red. With a wet towel on his forehead and a thermometer in his mouth, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling and muttering uncontrollably.

"Ahh

"Ah...... When will such days come to an end!" Yang Tian screamed miserably, and in protest, Li Binghe simply rolled over and over on the bed, shaking the bed board with a creaking sound. But after such a toss, he soon broke out into a series of coughs.

"Ahem...... Ahem......" Li Binghe coughed painfully, and did not forget to take advantage of the interval between wheezing to burst out a few foul words. But when there was a sound of small footsteps outside the door, his cursing stopped abruptly, and after pricking up his ears to carefully distinguish them, he hurriedly wiped a handful on his face, picked up the thermometer beside the bed, put it back in his mouth, and lay back as soon as he turned back. Because he was in such a hurry, even the towel on his forehead fell crookedly.

The door was gently pushed open, and it was Yang Qingxin who entered. Seeing the messy scene in the room, he shook his head and smiled helplessly, sat on the edge of the bed with the medicine bowl, looked at Li Binghe, who was pretending to be asleep, and slowly stirred the medicinal soup in the bowl.

"Brother Binghe, you have a viral flu, so you can't move around. ”

Li Binghe opened his eyes, held a thermometer in his mouth, and complained vaguely: "Lying like this every day, it's stuffy, and you don't come to talk to me......" The tone of these words is similar to that of a child.

Yang Qingxin covered his mouth and chuckled: "Hehe, I think you still picked up a cheap price for such a disease." Just right, you don't have to go to work to participate in training, right?" he took out the thermometer from his mouth as he spoke, and after confirming his temperature, he gently scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup and sent it to his mouth.

As soon as Li Binghe was free, he immediately said like a cannon: "You still understand me with a pure heart!" But I'm sick...... Now it's not the right time! I finally helped the Tiangongmen assessment training class to get enough members, and the tuition is free, and I am still rushing over to participate in the training!"

Yang Qingxin said with a smile: "So why does my brother always say that the body is the capital of work, who made you always lazy when you exercise, and now you have tasted the bitterness, right? Not to mention the unclear training class, I think it's better not to participate, who knows what they want to do!"

Li Binghe had a bitter face and drank the medicinal soup spoonful by spoonful. Today is the official start of the training class, but he just got a viral flu at this moment, and even his daily cultivation was forced to stop, and he could only stay sick in bed all day long.

Thinking about the cause of this, I am afraid that his pampered young master, in order to win free places in the past few months, he was overworked and overworked in order to win free places, and suffered from the cold during the change of seasons. It's good now, he has benefited others and suffered himself, and every time he thinks about it, he feels wronged!

After drinking the bowl of medicine, Li Binghe pulled the corner ......of Yang Qingxin's sleeve and looked at her pitifully, "I'm sick, I want to drink the hibiscus lotus seed soup you made tonight." ”

This personal cooking treatment has become a special reward. On weekdays, Yang Qingxin did not use this trick less, coaxing him to complete his training, and coaxing him to apologize to other senior brothers. Now that Li Binghe's illness is going to give full play to the patient's privileges, even the entire Qingxin Martial Arts Hall has been stained with a lot of light.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it for you," Yang Qingxin patted his head soothingly, "Are you good?"

Li Binghe smiled with satisfaction, and said unrelentingly: "Then I will add another roast chicken!"

Seeing him like this, it was too far from the bullying young master at the beginning, Yang Qingxin nodded half-helplessly, half-funny, pulled up the cotton quilt for him, stood up with the empty medicine bowl, and rubbed his hair like a child.

"Okay, you're the biggest patient, you're the biggest! Then I'll go to the kitchen right now, and you're going to sleep here." ”

Li Binghe nodded again and again, and really closed his eyes with a smile. probably thought that as soon as I woke up, I would be able to eat roast chicken, and the snickering joy on my face was about to come out.

Yang Qingxin cleaned the room on his behalf again, and left with the medicine bowl. Not long after going out, I met Ning Bufan, who was leaning on the corner of the wall, silently playing with his fingers. It seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time, and as soon as he saw her, he immediately hurried up to meet her.

"Pure Heart...... Do you like Li Binghe?" Ning Bufan's tone was a little slurred, and the last thing he asked was such an unconfident sentence.

"Ah, Brother Bufan, what are you talking about?" Yang Qingxin blinked, looking innocent.

Ning Bufan swallowed his saliva, and his dark face turned red slightly: "Because...... You usually talk to him more than you ...... me," he paused and changed his words, "You've been with the other brothers and sisters for a longer time. ”

After seeing Yang Qingxin accept the necklace he gave him, he thought that the relationship between the two people would be settled. But since Li Binghe arrived, he had a strong sense of gain and loss in his heart.

The other party is more handsome than himself, and his family is rich, although he is flamboyant, but as the saying goes, "Men are not bad, women are not loved"? More importantly, every time Qingxin is with him, he always smiles happily, in contrast, his clumsy self seems to have become more and more inconspicuous.

This is a question he wanted to ask for a long time, but he was afraid to hear a positive answer from Qingxin's mouth. Although she still wears the necklace she gave herself, if one day, the necklace is suddenly taken off...... I won't be able to bear it.

Yang Qingxin looked at him in a daze, this was the first time she had seen Ning Bufan look so cowardly, and it took a while before she laughed out loud.

"Brother Binghe has just arrived, he is a big young master with a heavy temper, and he loves to ignore other senior brothers. I talked to him, but I didn't want him to be too lonely, and I hoped that he could integrate into the group as soon as possible!

Ning Bufan's heart was light, and the whole person was so happy that he seemed to be about to fly. However, when she denied her relationship with Li Binghe, that is, she admitted that she was a legitimate boyfriend, and when she thought of the conversation they had in the room just now, a wave of jealousy suddenly surged up again.

"That'...... Now that he's sick, you're taking care of him so dedicatedly, and you're going to make chicken soup for him to drink!"

Yang Qingxin couldn't help but laugh this time, and pretended to be serious: "Oh, if I don't do it, will I let my brother do it?" his craftsmanship ......" snickered, "I don't think there will be any benefit in letting the patient drink it." Of course, this sentence is kept secret from my brother!"

"As for my heart, I have already ......" silently clenched the starry necklace around his neck, and his inexhaustible affection and shyness quietly climbed up the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

When Ning Bufan saw it, he suddenly became shy. He is a rough person, and he is never good at dealing with this kind of affectionate scene, but from Qingxin's eyes at this moment, everything has been explained, her feelings for herself are true! Then, she will be satisfied!

"It's all my fault, pure heart, it's me who thinks too much. Ning Bufan hurriedly interrupted her, and changed the topic: "Then, will I accompany you to the kitchen to get ready?"

Yang Qingxin smiled mischievously: "Just waiting for your words!" took the initiative to take Ning Bufan's arm and laughed beside him. For her, the disciples in the martial arts hall are all her good brothers, and she has never wanted to avoid any suspicion of men and women. However, the person who really made her heart flutter...... Still in the distance......

Holding the necklace tightly around his neck, Yang Qingxin's eyes gradually softened. The thoughts, which had never stopped since the day he left, flooded his heart again.

Brother Ye, where are you now? Will you miss me like you miss me?

……

When Yang Qingxin was silently worried about Ye Shuo, Ye Shuo was worried about Qi Lingsha.

After Situ Yucheng and Qiu Ruorui learned about this, they both persuaded him that there was no grass at the end of the world, but Ye Shuo just couldn't get out.

That's the person he has always loved and loved throughout his youth, how easy is it to let go?

Although from the perspective of ordinary people, Qi Lingsha is indeed just an ordinary girl. In terms of beauty, he is not as good as Nangong Fei, in terms of family background, he is not as good as Yan Xuemeng, and he is even less flattering in terms of temper. But she is such an ordinary girl, but she deeply occupies Ye Shuo's heart. And this love, because of the long-term demand, is increasing day by day.

Ye Shuo didn't understand this kind of thing before, but now he knows that its taste is so bitter. A lover's words are sometimes like sweet honey, and sometimes like poison that pierces the intestines. I once heard people say that love is like a rose, beautiful, but it also has thorns. Now he has not yet had time to taste the beauty of the rose, but he has been stabbed all over his body by it.

***

At the same time, the Tiangongmen training class, which was publicized throughout the entire Spirit Continent, was also officially opened.

In the spacious classroom, a group of students gathered in the black press, and the whispering was endless. Whether they knew each other well, came together, or met for the first time here, they were all discussing and exchanging information they knew. In the end, however, very little information was available.

This training class, with a shocking name, seems to have emerged out of thin air. No one knows who started it, and no one knows its history. But the strange thing is that even the Tianxiao Pavilion and the Nine Shadows Hall have never come forward to refute the rumors. They acquiesced to its existence without giving formal acknowledgement, which made it all the more mysterious.

Huang Fuli was also mixed among this group of students, sitting silently in the corner of the classroom, looking around casually. His expression seemed to be faint, but in his eyes, there was the deepest solemnity.

At the beginning, even the Blood Cloud Hall had received the leaflets here, and he was puzzled at the time. After carrying out the recruitment expansion mission, he has been trying to find out in many ways, but even with the intelligence network of the Blood Cloud Hall, he can't dig out any details of this training class. As a last resort, he could only blend in with the students who came to sign up, waiting for the opportunity to act.

Based on his instincts, I am afraid that there is a terrible conspiracy hidden here...... However, with so many people gathered and different talents and strengths, what do they want to do?

In addition, it was the location of the training course. If it is a formal official institution, the venue should be more luxurious anyway. But all he saw was a dilapidated building hidden in a small country, and even this classroom had been subjected to a special expansion psychic technique, allowing it to accommodate tens of thousands of people at a time without being crowded at all...... It can only be said that everything is weird.

In the midst of the uproar, a mentor-like person suddenly walked up to the podium, clapped his hands, cleared his throat, and began to speak loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the training course. Some of you here may have a low status and cannot get the recommended quota, or some people may not be sure to pass the assessment, but it doesn't matter! Now that you have come here, your future is already bright, and what you need to do next is to rest assured that you will hand yourself over to our training class, obey our training plan, and after the training period expires, you will get a different version of yourself. ”

"Instructor, can I ask......" one of the students raised his hand, "Is this training course really an official organization, and why have I never heard of it before?"

Another person immediately chimed in: "Yes, I wanted to invite a friend to come along, but he said that this kind of training was not formal and refused to come." He said that even if he participated, he couldn't get a recommended place, and it was a place to cheat money, can you explain it?"

The mentor smiled and raised his hand to press down: "First of all, we are indeed an officially recognized formal institution here, there is no doubt about this, I think no matter how bold a liar is, he will not dare to use the banner of Tiangongmen to collect money, right?"

However, we also understand some rational doubts from the outside world. In the midst of everyone's discussion, the tutor changed his words, "Since our training course has just started, it is true that it does not have a certain popularity, which requires all our instructors and students to work together." When you go out in the future, one by one will be our living signs. ”

As he spoke, another mentor walked in with a trolley stacked on top of a large number of wooden boxes. Huang Fuli's gaze only turned on the wooden box, and then fell back on the face of the instructor in front of the podium.

Just let me see, you ...... What exactly do you want to play?

(End of chapter)