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Chapter 6 Genius Turned into Waste(1/2)

Chapter 6 Genius turns into waste

Author: Qingcha is still the same

Chapter 6 Genius turns into waste

Burning fire sticks?

Miao Miao's little brows furrowed tightly.

Although Wan Jian was broken in the beginning, it still had the appearance of a sword.

What is this? A black stick?

It doesn't even look like a sword, so what's the use for her?

Besides, Wan Jian is a trouble.

Listening to what the old madman said, do you still want me to help him restore the sword?

Is this something a salted fish can do?

Whenever Miao Miao thinks about how she will have to run around trying to repair this broken sword, not sleeping well or eating well, she can't help but shudder.

He quickly took out the token that Yueshan had given her before leaving.

The token shattered and a light flashed through.

When Xiumiao teleported away from the Sword Tomb, the fire stick suspended in mid-air swished into Xiao Miao's sea of ​​consciousness.

——

The prime years will never come back again, and every day is difficult in the morning. You should be encouraged in time, and time waits for no one!

Four years later

Lingyue Peak, Silver Moon Lake

"Third Senior Brother, now, hurry up, don't let it escape!"

"Hey, junior sister, look at it!"

Wow

"Got you."

"Little junior sister, leave quickly!"

In the mountain behind Qiongji Peak, there was a curl of smoke rising from a mountain valley.

The golden red flames burned cracklingly, and the occasional wind blew away the heat of the flames, bringing its own coolness.

"Is little junior sister okay?"

Feng Ming, who was dressed in red, had a burning gaze, and the mole under his right eye seemed to glow dimly.

"Third senior brother, don't be anxious. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. If you want to taste the delicious food, you have to be patient."

Xiumiao exerted her strength on her wrists, and she turned over the two slightly golden fish that had been grilled over the fire.

Four years ago, when she got Xiao Hei, the Wan Jian, her cultivation level jumped up.

Reached the level of Qi Refining.

She thought she had hope, so she stayed in seclusion for two consecutive years.

But the subsequent results made Miao Miao clearly realize once again that she was indeed not suitable for cultivation, so she let herself go and destroyed herself.

If you can lie down, never sit; if you can sit, never stand.

Of course this is except for the food.

And because she has not made any progress in her cultivation over the years, she has become a laughing stock in the world of immortality from being a genius at the beginning.

Even her master, Yijianmen, was affected because of her.

Yijianmen is a group of sword cultivators.

Sword cultivators are very simple. In the words of other sects, they are brainless and idiots!

Therefore, not only did they not have any objection to the little junior sister Yu Miao, they even liked her very much.

From time to time, disciples would go out to take on sect tasks and bring her food when they came back.

Her cheap master and her had a total of five disciples, and the one in front of her was her third senior brother.

It can be said that they have the same chemistry, and both of them are foodies.

"Third Senior Brother, please help me take a look. I'll get the spices."

Xiumiao poured the bottles and cans out of the storage bag, picked out several types from them, opened the corks of the bottles, and sprinkled them on the fish.

Silver Moon Lake is originally a spiritual lake, famous for its small whitebait and delicious food. Now with the smell of spices, the aroma is even stronger.

Both of them couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

smell good!

"Third Senior Brother, it's okay, let's start."

Feng Ming has been greedy for a long time.

Just waiting for this little junior sister's words.

His hand speed was so fast that he even showed an afterimage, took the one that belonged to him, and started talking directly.

Wow~ It’s delicious!

If he had known that the baby bump raised by the boss was so delicious, he would have taken action long ago.

The two of them were only focused on eating at the moment and had no intention of talking at all.

In their words, when tasting delicious food, you should concentrate on it, otherwise it will be disrespectful to the delicious food.

"Hiccup~"

Yu Miao burped, reached out to touch her bulging belly and squinted her eyes. She lay on the ground very contentedly, not caring about her image at all.

Feng Ming was also lying next to her so carefree.

The warm sunshine shines on the two of them through the gaps between the branches and leaves, giving them a feeling of peace and tranquility.

After eating and drinking enough, Xiumiao felt a little sleepy.

Feng Ming was very energetic.

"Little junior sister, do you want to play?"

"Not going."

As expected, I got this answer again.

Feng Ming sat up and looked sideways at the little girl lying on the ground.

The skin is fair and somewhat translucent in the sun.

"Today is a sect competition, it's very lively."

A little sleepy, Miao opened her eyelids, revealing a pair of bright black eyes.

She was a little confused.

Sect competition?

"How did I not hear it being said?"

Feng Ming rolled his eyes.

"I knew you didn't read the message Master sent you."

His little junior sister is a lazy housewife.

I still know the term "lazy house" from my junior sister. I don't know where my junior sister comes from so many new words?

Maybe junior sister has a more curious mind!

Yu Miao sat up, a little unconcerned, "Huh, don't I think it's not important?"

Who asked that stinky old man to send her a message every time, besides wanting to get spiritual stones from her, he just wanted to cheat her with food and drink, nothing serious.

"What happened in the sect competition? Can you tell me?"

Miao Miao was still a little curious.

"Are you interested? Let's talk while walking."

Yu Miao thought for a while and nodded.

"Then let's go."

——

The sect competition is a common practice in the world of immortality and is held every ten years.

The simplest meaning is that we hope that various sects can learn from each other and communicate with each other, so that the younger generation can gain experience.
To be continued...
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