Mo Qingchen said with a gloomy tone, "This little eleven is clearly the kind of person who fears that the world is not chaotic enough." As expected, Little Ten's face suddenly darkened, and his gaze was like a knife cutting through her several times. He snorted from his nose, saying, "Just a yellow-haired brat, nothing more than that."
"Yes, yes, I originally thought she was a heavenly beauty, but now it seems she's just a little girl. Tenth sister, if you ask me, she doesn't even compare to one ten-thousandth of you." Little Eleven flattered extremely smoothly.
It was simply a dispute over appearance, Mo Qing thought it wasn't necessary to waste her breath, she walked a few steps to another futon and sat down cross-legged in silence.
"Ten sister, look at her——" Little Eleven said in a drawn-out voice.
Xiao Shi waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's cultivate first." After finishing speaking, he looked at Mo Qingchen with a profound meaning.
Xiao Shi reluctantly closed his mouth and glared at Mo Qingchen.
Mo Qingchu was completely unmoved, at this moment she had already fully immersed herself in her cultivation.
Recalling the trick that Fourteenth Uncle had taught him, Mo Qingdun imagined his entire body's pores opening up, allowing the external roaming spiritual energy to drill into his body. Inside his body, it formed a warm current that flowed unceasingly, ultimately circling around his dantian, circling...
A snicker was heard.
Mo Qingchen nodded vigorously and opened his eyes to find that the little fourteenth in pink clothes was smiling at him.
"Good grief, what a waste of time, still cultivating? You'd be better off going back to your room and sleeping."
Mo Qingchen pursed her lips, and she didn't expect to fall asleep unintentionally either. She was secretly annoyed with herself for not being strong enough, and for letting others see the joke.
At this time, the little fourteenth in pink said: "Eleventh sister, don't laugh at sixteenth sister anymore. When Qingrou first meditated for the first time, she fell asleep too."
This delicate little girl is called Mo Ning Ruo!
Mo Qingchen's name is indeed apt for him.
Xiao Shi Yi Bai said with a soft gaze, "How can that be the same? You are Di Jie's own sister, and your talent shouldn't be much worse than hers. Unlike some people, who knows where they picked up this stray cat or dog."
Mo Qingchen didn't even glance at Xiao Shiyi, and instead closed her eyes. Since this was a world where strength was revered, what use was there in boasting about one's eloquence? She wanted to see who could go further on this immortal path.
Xiao Shi saw Mo Qingchen didn't respond and sulkily closed his mouth to meditate.
Mo Qingchen calmed down and focused his mind, repeatedly sensing that profound feeling, but the legendary heat flow never appeared. Before long, it was already noon.
When she heard the noise, Mo Qingchen opened her eyes to see everyone else getting up and walking out. She rubbed her numb legs and stood up as well, muttering to herself as she walked: "What is our clan thinking? Why do they want these children to cultivate together? Isn't cultivation supposed to be about clarity and purity? Won't this just cause them to interfere with each other?"
Mo Qingchen arrived at the dining hall with several others, where two nimble maids were setting the table and serving dishes. The Second Master was already seated upright at the head of the table, and upon seeing everyone's arrival, calmly said: "Let's begin."
Mo Qingchen secretly took a few glances at Er Ye, seeing that everything was normal, and wondered in his heart how he had resolved the conflict with Xiao Shi.
Looking at his age, the hand holding chopsticks was full of blue veins and wrinkles. Thinking of the ruthless words of a dozen or so teenagers, Mo Qingchen felt a pang of sadness in her heart, and silently vowed that she would work hard, even if she wasn't as talented as others, and wouldn't fall into a situation where she was bullied by others, no matter how much effort it took.
"Xiao Shi Liu, but is there a problem with your practice today?" the old man suddenly asked.
Mo Qingchen was taken aback and hastily said: "Second Grandfather, I just always felt that I couldn't sense the energy entering my body."
The old man smiled and said: "I see, that's normal. I remember that the fastest of your generation, Xiao Jiu, also took two days to achieve Qi entry into the body, it's a very normal thing."
Mo Qingchen nodded and said, "Thank you, Second Master, for pointing it out."
As soon as the words were spoken, Xiao Shi let out a cold laugh. The old man looked at her and Mo Qingchen thought they would clash again, but unexpectedly Xiao Shi lowered her head and started eating on her own, after a few mouthfuls she slammed her chopsticks onto the table and turned to leave.
Little Eleven hastily got up and followed closely behind.
Mo Ning Rou looked at the old man's sinking face and carefully said: "Second Grandfather, don't be angry with Shi Jie, her pet rabbit died yesterday, she's in a bad mood."
The old man's mouth twitched slightly, as if he had thought of something. Finally, he let out a sigh and said, "Little Fourteen, Second Grandfather knows you're a good kid, hurry up and finish eating to go cultivate."
At that moment, Mo Qingchen felt a kind of indescribable desolation and depression from the old man in front of him.
Mo Qing dust ate hastily and returned to the flower hall to cultivate. Fortunately, nothing special happened in the afternoon, and she spent half a day cultivating with all her heart.
Mo Qingchen didn't get up until everyone had left, then he stretched his waist and exercised his body before walking out the door.
As he passed through the small hall, Mo Qingchen deliberately took a look and found that the old man was no longer there. On the empty table, only a celadon teacup was placed.
"Miss, I'm here." Mo Qingchen had just stepped out of the doorway when he heard Yunzhi's shout.
Mo Qingchen quickly walked two steps and arrived in front of Yun Zhi, saying: "Sister Yunzhi, I've kept you waiting for a long time."
Before Yun Chi could respond, Xiao Shi laughed and said: "You're really too polite to a servant girl, you've broken the rules! If you don't mind being ridiculed, we do!"
Mo Qingchen furrowed his brow, wondering how there could be such a person who finds fault without reason. He asked in return: "Eleventh sister, may I ask if the clan really has such a rule? As Qingchen is new here and doesn't know, can you take out the clan rules for me to see?"
"You - humph, sharp tongue!" Little Eleven said fiercely and turned around to leave.
Although the servants of the Luoyang City's Xiuzhen families are mostly ordinary people from their own clan, it is an unspoken rule that they will not be openly humiliated by these servants. After all, they are still their own clansmen and are related to the cultivators. Who knows, maybe one day one of them will give birth to a talented individual.
Xiao Shi's real name was Mo Yuqi, and although she usually didn't care about those ordinary people, she also didn't want to be the subject of gossip in public. If it got out, she would inevitably get scolded by her parents.
"Miss, you don't have to conflict with Miss Eleven because of me, it's not worth it..." Yunzhi said in a low voice after others had dispersed.
"Yunzhi sister, I only know that if you take a step back, she will move forward. Xiao Shi's words are clearly directed at me, and you're just being dragged into this. I, Mo Qingchen, am not a soft persimmon who doesn't dare to fight back when provoked!" Mo Qingchen said with his head slightly raised.
At that moment, Mo Qingchen's face shone brightly, dazzling Yunzhi's eyes. She even felt that the sixteen miss in front of her had an aura that was not inferior to the high and mighty ninth miss.
However, Yun Zhi's face suddenly turned pale and he said with difficulty: "But Miss, there are still five months until the clan's small competition. Now that you've offended them, although they won't make things too difficult for you in daily life, they will surely take revenge at that time!"
