After the witch was reborn, she made all the talented people in the world of cultivation cry.

Chapter 1177 System Task: Frame Qi Jingyan

In the God's Mold Temple, two young monks, a boy and a girl, were whispering in an empty place.

The female cultivator said with a look of pity: "Big Brother is so unlucky!"

The male cultivator next to her replied, "That can't be helped, since he is the master's first disciple.

The more you gain as a first disciple, the heavier the burden on your shoulders will be.”

The female cultivator snorted coldly, "I didn't see that the eldest brother got anything extra, but he has the heaviest burden."

Of course it's not serious. Among the thirteen disciples of the Temple of Mold, it is said that the second disciple, Molddan, had died before these disciples arrived.

Now there are only twelve disciples left.

If any of these twelve disciples did something wrong, Qi Jingyan, as the eldest brother, would be punished.

And because he had the highest level of cultivation, the punishment he received was also the heaviest.

The punishments inflicted on other disciples were always raised high and dropped lightly.

For example, if a student plays too much and doesn’t finish his homework, then fine, punish him by making him do double the homework.

But it was different for the eldest senior brother Qi Jingyan. That was a real punishment, either solitary confinement or confiscation of monthly salary and flogging.

In a more serious incident, he was thrown directly into the Cave of Beasts. If it weren't for the conscience of the God of Miserable Luck, Qi Jingyan would have died there.

He was punished again before his injury had even healed.

Lord Miserable God naturally disdains to punish his disciples.

Generally, whoever makes the mistake will be the one to take the blame.

No one knew what Lord Bad Luck was thinking. The younger disciples had made mistakes and the eldest brother took the blame for them. They all felt guilty and short of breath, so naturally the force in his hands would not be too harsh.

There is only one person, his name is Wanhua, and he is the thirteenth disciple of Lord Mold God.

Wan Huasheng has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is considered a handsome man. At first glance, although he cannot be said to be a rare genius, he definitely looks like a positive character.

It was this person who, just like he was having a grudge against Qi Jingyan, always made mistakes at the right time.

Whenever Qi Jingyan had just recovered from his old injuries and was about to take a breath, Wanhua would start making mistakes.

The mistake is not a big one, but a small mistake can make the God of Bad Luck furious and his blood pressure soar.

Wanhua then bowed his head and admitted his mistake, behaved well, had a sincere attitude, and accepted the punishment and beating.

Among all the disciples, Lord Miserable Luck values ​​this little disciple the most. He can punish him but cannot bear to beat him.

But he was much stricter towards Qi Jingyan, his eldest disciple.

It is also called: the deeper the love, the more severe the criticism.

The general meaning is that you are my, the God of Mold's first disciple, and the God of Mold's Temple will be inherited by you in the future.

You will have heavy responsibilities in the future, so naturally you cannot be as relaxed as other junior brothers and sisters.

At first, everyone believed it.

Moreover, they were envious and jealous of the eldest senior brother's uniqueness and the respect that the master placed on him.

As time went by, even the dumbest disciple in the Temple of Mold began to taste the flavor.

"This is wrong!"

Everyone felt the severity of the criticism.

The eldest brother is covered with scars all day long and has become depressed. It is really heartbreaking.

Because of his physical condition, Qi Jingyan seldom communicated with others.

I met the same kind of people in the Temple of Mildew and thought they were different, but it turned out to be even worse.

The love is so deep that everyone cannot understand it.

In the 365 days of a year, the eldest brother hardly has a complete time.

Either they are injured or they are on the way to being injured.

Because of this, Qi Jingyan didn't even have time to practice.

Ever since Ye Lige left last time, his cultivation has basically not improved.

Qi Jingyan finally realized that the so-called master-disciple relationship was like that between father and son, and only existed between him and Master Lihuo. Since the appearance of Meidaner, he and Lord Miserable God had never gotten along well.

After Meidan'er was slapped to death by Ye Lige, he and the God of Bad Luck lived in peace for a while.

After that, ever since the God of Bad Luck came up with the idea of ​​"If the younger brother makes a mistake, the elder brother will punish him", Qi Jingyan has not had a good day.

In fact, although the God of Bad Luck still disliked Qi Jingyan, he didn't want to torture him. As the dignified God of Bad Luck, he wouldn't be so shameless.

Because of this, Ye Lige felt relatively relieved when he left.

Times change and things change, but there are no good people.

It was his new thirteenth disciple Wanhua, who looked like a decent person on the surface, but was actually more cunning than an idiot.

Wan Hua also said that these are classic sentences from the Confucian school, and are used to restrain disciples.

“Master, without rules, it cannot be called a square.

In the past, our Mold Temple had few connections, but now we have more than a dozen disciples, and we need to establish some rules.”

It turned out that the God of Bad Luck had already had a grudge against Qi Jingyan.

After hearing what Wan Hua said, he actually felt that it made a lot of sense.

He thought to himself, "I have taught my disciples poetry, literature and etiquette, and regulated their words and deeds. Even if the Lihuo Fairy comes again, she won't be able to find any fault with me!"

And he did have other ideas in his mind.

The thirteenth new disciple, Wan Hua, although his training speed is not very fast, his ability to flatter is first-rate.

He has a good comprehension ability and can often understand things quickly and master them once he has learned them, which makes him very popular.

She is very sweet-talker and often sends delicious and fun things to the God of Bad Luck.

The great God of Mold naturally disdains these little gadgets, but since these were given by his own young disciple, it was truly a display of filial piety.

Even if he doesn't eat or use it, Lord Miserable Luck will feel warm in his heart.

On the other hand, the eldest disciple Qi Jingyan used to be quite clever.

Now, he is becoming more and more dull and rigid. He is almost unbearable to look at.

In fact, he didn't even think about it. Ever since Lucky Guy appeared, all he could think about was Lucky Guy. How could he still see his eldest disciple Qi Jingyan?

After Ye Lige, the head of the family, slapped the unlucky guy to death with one palm, Lord Bad Luck changed from ignoring him to disdain.

The situation is getting worse now, because Old Thirteen keeps whispering in her ears, causing her disdain to turn into disgust.

Therefore, every punishment for Qi Jingyan was always severe.

If Qi Jingyan had not been afraid of offending the Fairy Lihuo, he might not have been able to save his life.

The mistakes made each time were not that serious, and whether or not there would be a punishment depended on whether anyone reported the matter.

For example, this time, Wanhua was originally practicing magic with another disciple, and one of them accidentally injured the other.

Such incidents are nothing more than minor matters.

When fellow disciples spar with each other, swords and guns are indiscriminate, so isn't it normal to get minor injuries?

The injured Old Five wasn't in any serious trouble yet, and he wasn't prepared to continue to fight back.

As a cultivator, after practicing a large circulation of energy, he will be almost recovered.

If something cannot be solved by one big circulation, just circulate a few more.

If worst comes to worst, you can take a healing pill.

But Wanhua didn't think so, and ran to find the God of Bad Luck with a guilty look on his face.

"Master, I have done something wrong. I am willing to accept the punishment."

A look of relief appeared on the face of Lord Miserable God Qingjun, "What a good child, practicing hard and being friendly to his fellow disciples.

Be strict with yourself and be lenient with others.

Even the most trivial matters have to be elevated to the level where punishment is necessary.”

Wan Hua spoke confidently, "Master, there is no family affection under the rules.

Now that the rules have been set, disciples must follow them."

So, please punish me bravely.

What else can Lord Miserable Luck do?

Punish him!

If I don't punish him, I will be betraying the sincerity of my disciples.

Wanhua seemed to have just remembered that his senior brother would have to accompany the punishment. He looked uneasy and felt guilty.

So he said: "Master, your old injury has just healed, I can't bear to see you suffer new injuries.

How about I take the punishment on behalf of my senior brother?"

The God of Bad Luck was still a little hesitant at first, and punished Qi Jingyan every time, even though he had the Confucian "Confucius said" as a basis and claimed that it was for the good of his disciples.

However, Qi Jingyan's old wounds had not yet healed and he was getting new ones, and he was not left behind by others.

After all, he is his own disciple, not an enemy.

And he is the one who has been with me the longest, so I have some feelings for him.

I originally thought that I would forgive him the punishment for the time being.

But when he heard Wan Hua's words, he immediately lost his composure.

He said righteously, "The rules are set for everyone, no one can be an exception.

What's more, he is the eldest senior brother, he should set an example for his junior brothers in every aspect."

When Wanhua, the big white tea, heard this, he immediately followed the master's lead and started to flatter him, "Master is wise and powerful, and has a far-sighted vision. This disciple is terrified."

Lord Bad Luck was so overwhelmed by Wanhua's flattery that the slight uneasiness in his heart just now disappeared instantly.

However, what he didn't know was that the reason why his good disciple acted like this was not because he was filial, but because he accepted the so-called system mission.

At the same time, there was a ding in Wanhua's sea of ​​consciousness, and then the system's mechanical voice sounded, "Congratulations to the host for completing the task of framing Qi Jingyan. You will receive a random reward of 10,000 high-grade immortal crystals."

Wan Hua sighed softly. As the number of times he framed Qi Jingyan increased, the rewards he received became less and less.

But it doesn’t matter, no matter how small a mosquito leg is, it’s still meat.

If you frame him a few more times, it will be a huge amount of cultivation resources, which will be really beneficial.

Then, the system ding-donged again, "The main task of framing Qi Jingyan is completed, triggering the side task. I will personally execute and whip Qi Jingyan, and use the precious medicine provided by the system to damage his foundation."

Wan Hua hesitated. He had no grudges against Qi Jingyan, and the other party had always created a large amount of cultivation resources for him, so it could be said that he had done the other party a favor.

If Qi Jingyan's foundation is damaged, he will definitely withdraw from the Mold Temple. How can I get such a cheap advantage?

"Just look at the reward!"

As long as there is enough benefit in doing something in this world, you can do it.

"Two hundred thousand high-grade immortal crystals?"

Wan Hua secretly shook his head, "I don't even care about a mere two hundred thousand. I'd better play it safe and frame him a few more times!"

The first time he framed Qi Jingyan, he succeeded and the treasures he gave were worth more than 200,000.

The system did not intend to let him go, and patiently persuaded him, "Don't you want to replace Qi Jingyan and become the young master of the Mold God Temple? Don't you want to be the future Mold God?"

Don’t you want to bring honor to your family and ancestors?

Wanhua said that he only focuses on current interests and benefits.

He had long seen that although Qi Jingyan was the chief disciple of this generation of the Mold God Temple, he was not liked by the Mold God.

Otherwise, his frame-up would not have been so successful and always worked.

As for the Young Palace Master, there are only a few people in this Unlucky Temple. As long as he is favored, it doesn’t make much difference whether he is there or not.

The future god of bad luck is too far away.

As far as he knew, Lord Miserable Luck had lived for more than 100,000 years, and it seemed that he could continue to live for many more tens of thousands of years.

Besides, he was just a small cultivator from a small plane, and was picked out by the God of Luck.

He has just broken through the Nascent Soul stage and is one step away from becoming a god... Haha, everyone knows their own business. Wanhua, this big white tea, is quite self-aware.

Don't even think about bringing honor to your family.

Because when he was born, all the chickens in the village died, the dogs stopped barking, the donkeys hid in the pens, even the pigs stopped grunting, and all the children in the village stopped crying.

It is said that bad luck enveloped the entire small mountain village, and it was a wandering monk who came and took him away.

Therefore, he doesn't even know who his biological parents are. How can he be so shameless and so proud?

Moreover, after the Buddha's light of the monk who took him away was exhausted, he was also killed by him.

Therefore, no matter how the system brags, Wanhua remains unmoved.

Finally, the system seemed to have made a great decision, "A magical pill that can change qualifications!"

Wan Hua's eyes suddenly lit up. His aptitude was actually not that good, far inferior to his senior brother Qi Jingyan.

If you want to change your aptitude, you have to take rare treasures from heaven and earth.

He is a poor boy with no foundation and weak strength. What else can he do except try his best to complete the tasks of the system?

There is no way. I cannot save money through my own efforts, hoping to exchange it for rare materials and treasures that can change my qualifications under the right circumstances.

The reason why he was unwilling to harm Qi Jingyan was not because he had any feelings for him as a fellow disciple.

In the final analysis, he still wanted to get more benefits from Qi Jingyan.

Now that I heard that the system could actually give me such an opportunity, my goal had been achieved, and I was so excited that I lost myself.

"make a deal!"

He was so excited that he almost blurted it out.

Fortunately, it did not attract the attention of the God of Bad Luck.