There is still a year to go before the Hundred Gates Conference, and if you can achieve a good ranking in this conference at a young age, you will be able to make a name for yourself in the cultivation realm and add glory to your master's sect, which is the wish of almost all the younger generation of monks.

The Kunlun disciples were naturally no exception, since they were cultivating in the top immortal sect, they had to bear the corresponding pressure, and they must not fail in their mission.

Therefore, those disciples who were already very diligent in participating in the conference all chose to retreat and cultivate, and they did not see anyone for several months.

Even Xia Zhiqiu volunteered to go to retreat and sprint to Jindan, he was a foundation building period sword cultivator, although his strength was not bad, but it was still difficult to achieve good results in the Hundred Gates Conference.

Qiao Bing lost a little friend, and the other Kunlun disciples were also "taught" by Artemisia Zhenren because they trespassed on the residence of Wu Void Peak Qiao Bing before, and they were far away when they met Qi Bing, and they didn't dare to go up to talk.

A heartthrob of such a talkative and cheerful gentleman, Yang Bing is now reduced to the point that no one cares about him and is shunned.

Xia Zhiqiu was still closed, and no one listened to him when he wanted to complain, and he began to wonder if he was actually very annoying.

Fortunately, Jiang Muling was very caring as always, and comforted her in the letter not to care.

Maybe it's because she has grown up and become familiar with it a lot, and she feels that their current correspondence is not her own talking about some messy things, and Jiang Muling can also write several pieces of paper to talk, which is the source of Qi Bing's recent decompression.

And no matter what Qi Bing says, Jiang Muling will believe it, even if it is a joke, he will believe it very much, and he will seriously evaluate and propose a way to solve it.

For example, once, Qi Bing wrote: Mu Ling, I think my lower abdomen has been a little bulging recently, you say, am I pregnant?"

In fact, Yu Bing knew that it was a thin layer of abdominal muscles that she had trained, and it felt particularly good to the touch.

But she just wanted to make fun of Jiang Muling, and wanted him to panic and hurry for herself, and Qi Bing felt that she would definitely receive such a reply:

"Don't make a fuss, the man is not pregnant, is it because he has eaten something bad, or is he suffering from some disease? I am not proficient in this aspect, but I still have to ask your master or the sect elder to ensure that he is healthy. ”

After thinking about it, Qi Bing felt that she really knew Jiang Muling too well, she had already thought of it, and she deserved to be Jiang Muling's best brother!

But in fact, after reading the reply, Yang Bing felt that Jiang Muling was quite panicked between the lines, but ...... Not the panic she thought?

The handwriting is a little scribbled than before, maybe the hand is shaking when he puts down the pen? There are two drops of ink on the letterhead, and a few words are written incorrectly:

"Is it a ...... Who's that? uh, Mu Ling didn't mean anything else, huh...... Can men, men also conceive? Ah, please don't care, I don't think it's strange because of this, I ...... My ...... if I can No, no, no!"

Ice: ???

Bing: As soon as I finished talking about Mu Ling, I was so quick to slap my face, why didn't I not understand the meaning of his reply, but I couldn't even read the sentence?

Looking at this letter, Qi Bing could imagine Jiang Muling's confusion and horror when she wrote the letter, and the most amazing thing was that she actually felt murderous from the word "who".

Fortunately, the incoherent words in the back diluted this murderous aura a lot, and Qi Bing couldn't help but laugh out loud when he looked at it.

It turns out that Jiang Muling is so ...... Is it innocent?

Even if he is as dull as Lu Bing, he knows that only women can give birth to pregnancy, Jiang Muling actually believed it, and the letter was a mess.

A little reluctant, Qi Bing hurriedly sent a flying letter, saying that he was joking, and told him not to believe it.

The worst result was to make Jiang Muling angry, but looking at his reply, it turned out to be a little ...... Bemoan?

Jiang Muling, your thinking is very dangerous?!

Qi Bing found that sometimes he couldn't even see through Jiang Muling, her brother was really derelict in his duties, and he must find an opportunity to mend his relationship in the future.

And in Kunlun's atmosphere of desperate cultivation, Qi Bing's leisurely is very eye-catching, not only did he not practice, but he should eat, drink, and sleep as usual, and he was not driven by the people around him at all, and he was as calm as if he was a fake participant.

Once, when she was late for morning exercises, everyone thought that she had finally carried out the cultivation of forgetting to sleep and eat, and she was so moved that she asked.

Oh, slept.

Misty Void Peak's senior brothers are embarrassed, can you have a sense of urgency! You are fighting on behalf of Kunlun! If the ranking is too bad, our Kunlun will not be able to raise its head!

Everyone's reaction was so strong that the sect elders knew about it, and after some discussion, it was decided that Zhong Xin Zhenren would tell him: Before leaving for the Hundred Gates Conference, Qi Bing wanted to fight with Zhong Xinfeng's Zhao Funian, yes, it was the old-fashioned talker who was eliminated by Qi Bing before, and he wanted to fight with him and finalize the candidates for the sword test of the conference.

Zhao Funian was recognized as the first person to cultivate the sword of the younger generation of Kunlun before, and this resolution seems to be fine, and everyone agrees, after all, it represents the face of Kunlun.

After Zhao Funian knew that he still had hope, he also joined the retreat army, vowing to be ashamed.

Everyone saw that Qi Bing had finally lived a hard cultivation life, and every day he came to morning practice with two dark circles under his eyes, and nodded with satisfaction.

楉冰:...... You just can't see people eat and sleep well, okay? A group of cultivators who pull people into the water!

There is no way for it, so I can only secretly read the books brought by the mountain every night, all of which are grievances and hatreds, love and hatred, and I don't often go to the world, I am deeply attracted by the stories inside, and I read them with relish.

As a result, the dark circles were raised deeper, and some senior brothers rushed to the door to deliver supplements: "Come on, Senior Brother Bing, if you don't practice to death, you will refine to death!"

Look, is this talking about human words? Isn't it generally afraid that you will get tired from overcultivation? Qi Bing felt that he was no longer the most favored junior brother in Kunlun.

Qi Bing is so busy, and all the pill lovers in the cultivation realm like to hear it, because the sweet and sour master has been particularly productive recently, and all of them are pills of more than five grades, and everyone hopes that this momentum can continue forever.

Most of the alchemists are proud of their talents, and most of the Dan cultivators who can refine more than five grades of pills have sects to which they belong, and they will not resell the pills at will, and the rest are almost all masters who have returned to seclusion, so the high-grade pills on the market are very rare.

Now the fan base of "sweet and sour pork ribs and white fungus soup" is growing day by day, and there is even a slogan:

"Sweet and sour pork ribs and white fungus soup, you are our dawn!"

The first time he heard this slogan was when he had lunch in the cafeteria, and he sprayed all the soup on the face of the senior brother opposite him in one bite.

These people, don't you know that they are really thunderous?

There is a senior brother of Wuxu Peak who is a know-it-all in the cultivation realm, and when he saw that he was interested in Qi Bing (楉 Bing: I don't have it, I didn't!), he told him all the slogans he knew.

Only then did Qi Bing know that the introduction given to her by the auctioneer of the Medicine King Conference was not groundless, but had a precursor!

Lu Bing smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

......

In this way, Chinese New Year's Eve the New Year, all the disciples used to gather at the front mountain to ascend Sendai to worship and chant, pray for safety, and then go back to enjoy Chinese New Year's Eve meals in the dining hall of each peak.

But this year, it may be to see that everyone is pushing themselves too hard, Bai Zhoujun said a word, let all Kunlun disciples come to Qianshan to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner and celebrate Chinese New Year's Eve.

Qi Bing was surprised: "All the disciples of our sect together must be about a thousand, right?"

A senior brother told her: "This is also a tradition in Kunlun, in the year of the Hundred Doors Conference, the Kunlun disciples all celebrated the New Year together." ”

Qi Bing thinks how good people are, then there is a feeling of the New Year, isn't what this year is asking for is the word reunion?

Those disciples who were in retreat were also dragged out by the junior brothers, and no one could escape this Chinese New Year's Eve meal.

"Bing, do you want to participate in the lottery?" a few senior brothers came over when they were practicing swords, "Senior Brother Feng is responsible for registration, if you want to participate, I will help you register!"

"What kind of lottery? Is it an event at the Chinese New Year's Eve?"

"Don't you know? just put the sign with the name written on it into the tube that shields the spiritual power and let people draw it, and there may be a big gift if you draw it!"

When Yu Bing heard the "big gift", he raised his eyebrows, so that the Kunlun disciples could say that it was a big gift, it must be a good thing!

"I'll participate!"

"Okay, I'll hand it in for you later!"

Several senior brothers laughed in a low voice, and they all showed gloating expressions.

They are not wrong, it is indeed a big gift, but it may also be another form of "big gift".

Everyone's Qingxiu is so boring, you always have to have some fun, and Yang Bing always fools them, this time, it's not too much, right?

Qi Bing exhaled a mouthful of white mist, and felt that he had to hurry up and practice his sword to warm his body, otherwise it would be too cold.

......

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, hundreds of tables were set up in the front mountain, one should be enough for two people, and Bing pulled Xia Zhiqiu to sit down, picked up the oranges on the fruit plate and began to peel them.

Looking up, those illuminating spiritual weapons suspended in the air lit up half of the night, making Qi Bing have the illusion of sitting under the sun, and secretly sighed Kunlun's generosity.

The weather was very cold, Bing Bing's hands shrunk and his feet were baking the stove, only his face was shivering in the cold wind, and Xia Zhiqiu covered half of his face with a cotton hat, which completely made others unrecognizable that this was the first handsome male cultivator in Kunlun, like an old man who was old enough to keep warm.

However, the dishes served were very warm, and when Bing took a sip of the fish soup, the warmth spread to his fingertips, which was Bing's favorite dish, and after drinking his share, he felt cold again.

The man's anger is already stronger than that of the woman, Xia Zhiqiu is still the root of the fire spirit, and he is not very afraid of the cold, seeing that the ice is frozen and shrunk into a chicken, he quietly divided half a bowl of soup for her.

Qi Bing wept with gratitude, what is a good brother? This is called a good brother!

After serving a few dishes, Bandit Wei Zhenren walked out of the elder's table and walked to a large table in front of all the tables.

"It's been a year of hard work, let's put down our cultivation tonight and relax!" Bandit Wei Zhenren took two big lottery holders and put them on the stage.

At a glance, he knew that this was going to be a lottery, and the chopsticks didn't move, so he stared at the lottery.

But there are too few lots in this holder, right? There are only a few dozen sticks in one holder, and the other is even less, less than ten.

It's strange that this kind of event where you can get good things shouldn't just be attended by so many people.

At this time, Qi Bing finally sensed that something was wrong: "Xiao Qiuqiu, did you participate in that lottery?"

"No, I'm not participating. Xia Zhiqiu chewed a prawn in his mouth and stared at the stage.

"Why, why?" Qi Bing wanted to hear but didn't want to listen, which was extremely contradictory.

"Because ......"