Li Qingshan leapt up. "Now? What time is it now?"
As if Juechenzi had been expecting him to ask this, he said, "The examinations for the various schools have already ended."
Li Qingshan collapsed on the ground again. He had been fooled by the ox nose. The alcohol was far too strange. If that was the case, there would be no place for him in the academy of the academy anymore.
Juechenzi said, "You don't have to worry too much, fellow. There's still another school you can go to."
"Where?"
Juechenzi pointed below his feet. "Here."
Li Qingshan was mildly surprised. "But I've already lost the bet, and your master doesn't like me either."
Juechenzi smiled. "You've basically passed the school of Daoism's examination. My master has a fiery temper, but he still appreciates talent. Do you know how much that jar of Thousand Days Intoxication you drank is worth? Normally, he doesn't even have enough for himself. If it were just to harm you, why would he take it out? As long as you beg him properly and get him to regain his dignity, he'll definitely accept you. "
Li Qingshan said, "Beg? How do I beg? Is he the only one who has dignity, and I don't?"
Juechenzi said, "What do you think?"
Li Qingshan let out a heavy sigh and stood up. Dignity was earned with strength, not with words. Just what right did a Qi Practitioner have to be mentioned in the same breath as a Foundation Establishment cultivator?
Juechenzi said, "Come with me! Master is explaining the dao to the new disciples up ahead. "
With no other choice, Li Qingshan could only follow along.
Along the way, Juechenzi taught him, "No matter how master humiliates you, just endure it. On the mountain path, you have to overcome your fear. Right now, you have to overcome your pride. Only by enduring a hundred times can you achieve greatness."
Li Qingshan said nothing. He arrived at the front hall. The slovenly daoist priest sat high up, while the new disciples sat in the hall. Yu Zijian sat the closest to him.
When they saw Li Qingshan, everyone looked over. The slovenly daoist priest continued to explain the dao, as if he did not hear him at all.
Li Qingshan went up reluctantly. "I've lost this bet."
The sloppy Taoist said, "Since you know you've lost, why don't you scram down the mountain?"
Li Qingshan suddenly raised his head. He saw Juechenzi standing behind the slovenly daoist priest, saying the word 'endure' and clenching his fists.
The slovenly Taoist sneered and said, "What? Do you have anything else to say?" Thus, he scolded and mocked Li Qingshan in front of everyone.
Everyone revealed looks of disdain. Since you're in the limelight, there will naturally be people who will take care of you.
Yu Zijian could not help but say, "Master …"
Juechenzi looked at him and said, "Zijian!" He understood his master's temper. The more people tried to dissuade him, the more he refused.
The more the slovenly Taoist scolded, the more pleased he became. "I see that you're just a piece of trash who managed to climb up the mountain by luck. Now kneel down and kowtow three times. I'll …"
"Shut up!" Li Qingshan yelled, interrupting the slovenly daoist.
The hall was silent. He actually dared to speak to a patriarch like this, and it was the patriarch of the Daoist school who was the most powerful.
The slovenly daoist priest's face changed. He needed to teach this kid a good lesson so that he would understand who had the final say in the school of Daoism.
Li Qingshan said loudly, "If I've lost, then I've lost. I, Li Qingshan, admit that I've lost the bet. Why do you have to keep harping on, you ox nose? Your words are like farts. It's so smelly. So what if it's the school of Daoism? I won't join it." With that, he left.
Juechenzi said sternly, "Fellow, don't speak nonsense! Master! "
The slovenly daoist priest's face darkened. "Make him piss off!"
Li Qingshan was not obstructed. He made his way down the mountain in a single breath, and his anger subsided slightly. He leapt into the air and took off on a cloud, flying towards the Lake of Dragons and Snakes. However, he was rather lost for a moment. He had no idea where he should go.
If he were alone, it would be easier. Perhaps he could find a sect to join, or he could just run off to another prefecture and enroll in the other Hundred Schools of Thought. The world was so big, so would there still be a place for him to stay? However, Little Ann had already joined the school of Buddhism, so he could not stray far from it. Otherwise, he could go beg the One Thought master and just become a monk. His destiny with buddhism had come far too quickly!
However, upon further thought, let alone the fact that he was unwilling to beg, even if he was willing to beg, they might not necessarily accept him. If he accepted him, he would really be offending the slovenly daoist priest.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of something. Perhaps there was a school whose examination had not ended yet!
On the ship last night, the instructor had basically explained the order in which each school would take their examinations. The school of Daoism was the first stop, and then they toured the various islands in a clockwise fashion. They did not specifically place everyone first.
Li Qingshan could not help but ask, "Did we miss one school?"
"Which one?"
"The school of Novels."
"You've signed up for the school of Novels?" The instructor looked at him in disbelief. The other Qi Practitioners were no different.
"Yeah!"
The instructor pointed at the mental map. "Here it is. It's the last stop. You can go there yourself when the time comes."
Shouldn't it be the fourth stop according to the order? And why am I going there myself?
Li Qingshan did not think too deeply about these questions. He had never taken the school of Novels to heart.
A while later, Li Qingshan set foot on the quiet, rather desolate island. This was the Cloudwisp island where the school of Novels resided.
Although an entire night had passed, the examination for the school of Novels, who was ranked last, might not have ended just yet.
However, he had guessed wrong.
Li Qingshan walked along the cobblestone path and passed through a bamboo forest. He saw a simple and unadorned courtyard. The courtyard was covered in fallen leaves, as if no one had cleaned it for a long time. It was as if no one lived there at all. There seemed to be the moaning of a woman coming from there.
He frowned, knocked on the door, and called out, "Is anyone there?"
A lazy voice came from the depths of the courtyard. "Who is it?"
Li Qingshan said, "I'm here for the examination."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong gust of wind blew up the fallen leaves. A middle-aged man rushed out of the courtyard and came before Li Qingshan. He could not be considered handsome. He had a mustache, and his clothes were disheveled. There was also a faint fragrance of cosmetics on his body. There were quite a few lipstick marks on his face, and there were even clear bite marks on his neck. Combined with the moaning just Now, it was obvious what he was doing.
"It's you?" Li Qingshan suddenly remembered that he had met this person in the tower the day before yesterday.
"It's you!" The middle-aged man also thought of Li Qingshan. All kinds of information appeared in his mind. Water element A-plus, seventeen years old, sixth layer Qi Practitioner. Genius, genius! He thought excitedly, Senior Brother really didn't lie to me, Senior Brother really didn't lie to me!
"You're the instructor of the school of Novels?" Judging from his age, Li Qingshan was definitely not a disciple. As for the possibility of him being the head of the school, he did not even consider it. He had met all the heads of the schools before, and they all had their own temperaments. Even that sloppy Daoist who made his teeth itch had his own style of a head of the school.
The middle-aged man hurriedly tidied up his clothes and wiped off the lipstick marks. He coughed lightly and stood with his hands behind his back. "I am the head of the school of Novels, Liu Chuanfeng!"
Li Qingshan was taken aback. He turned around and wanted to leave. No wonder no one had applied for the school of Novels. He then thought about how the most important thing right now was to find a place to stay. He asked patiently, "May I ask how the exam will be?" Don't tell me it's composition?
Liu Chuanfeng scratched his head. He seemed to be even more confused than Li Qingshan.
Li Qingshan felt more and more unreliable. Could it be that the examination had already ended?
Liu Chuanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up. He grabbed Li Qingshan's shoulders and said, "You passed! You passed! "
"What?" Li Qingshan had indeed guessed wrongly. It was not that the examination for the school of Novels had not ended. Rather, it had not even started.
Liu Chuanfeng's next words made Li Qingshan feel as if he had been struck by lightning. "From today onwards, you are the top disciple of my school of Novels!" As he said this, he took out a token with the word 'one' from his hundred treasures pouch and personally hung it on Li Qingshan's waist. He did not even ask which school Li Qingshan was going to choose and just wanted to confusedly decide on his status.
Li Qingshan took a deep breath and asked softly, "It can't be that I'm the only disciple in the school of Novels, right?" It couldn't be like this. It definitely couldn't be like this!
"Yes!"
It was indeed like this!
Li Qingshan expressionlessly took off his token and threw it with force. With a whoosh, the token disappeared into the bamboo forest. He turned around and left.
Behind him, Liu Chuanfeng shouted, "Stop right there!"
Li Qingshan was instantly on guard. However, he saw that Liu Chuanfeng did not make a move. Instead, he took out an item from his hundred treasures pouch and threw it in front of Li Qingshan.
"As long as you join my school of Novels, this Cloudwisp Brush that I specially made will be yours."
Li Qingshan did not expect that he would be hit by a Spirit Artifact one day. His heart trembled slightly. He looked down and saw that it was a middle-grade Spirit Artifact. Instantly, his heart sank. Even if one hundred of these items were added together, they would not be able to exchange for one supreme-grade Spirit Artifact. Rather than calling it a bribe, it would be more accurate to call it a humiliation!
Li Qingshan did not say much. He only silently took out ten middle-grade Spirit Artifacts from his hundred treasures pouch and put them away. He cupped his hands and was about to leave.
Liu Chuanfeng cried out, "Fellow cultivator, I'm begging you!"
Li Qingshan stood still. He raised his head and let out a long sigh. Forget it. It was better to be begged than begged. Most importantly, he had a place to stay. This place was so cold and quiet. Perhaps it was suitable for him to cultivate!
He turned around and stretched out his hand.
"What?"
"A token!" Li Qingshan heard that the head disciple would have many privileges when he traveled among the hundred clans. He could freely enter places that normal disciples could not. This would make it convenient for Li Qingshan to study in the various clans in the future.
Liu Chuanfeng was overjoyed. He did not expect Li Qingshan to really agree. Suddenly, he waved his hand. A small dog appeared out of nowhere. It barked and ran into the depths of the bamboo forest. After a while, it came back with a token in its mouth.
Li Qingshan took it. The small dog disappeared as if it had never appeared. He could not help but ask in surprise, "This is?"
Liu Chuanfeng said proudly, "The secret technique of our school of Novels. It is not something ordinary people can imagine."
Li Qingshan keenly noticed that the hickeys on Liu Chuanfeng's face had disappeared. Even the fragrance of the cosmetics had disappeared. Perhaps the school of Novels really did have some extraordinary abilities.
Liu Chuanfeng invited Li Qingshan into a room. It was a bamboo house that was suspended in the air. The smell of ink floated in the dark room. The short table that was covered in papers was messy. There were many words written on it.
Liu Chuanfeng pushed the papers aside and revealed the table. He invited Li Qingshan to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.
Li Qingshan then picked up a piece of paper and asked, "You wrote all these?"
Liu Chuanfeng said proudly, "Yes. You can call me Mistress Breeze. That is my pen name."
It sounded familiar. It really sounded familiar. He must have heard it somewhere before!
A thought suddenly flashed in Li Qingshan's mind. The book that Sun Fubai secretly gave him had the author's name. Wasn't it Mistress Breeze?
He suddenly understood why Sun Fubai had that kind of performance and why no one applied for the school of Novels! He suddenly stood up and kicked the short table in front of him.
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