Author: No Nights in the prosperous Tang Dynasty

Pei Xihe has never been obedient in her bones.

Pei Dacheng and Zhang Hua wanted to sell her, but she was unwilling to take a bite and gamble on that line of Piaomiao Xianrong, rather than follow their wishes and become a cargo without resistance.

Although Pei Xihe is young, he clearly realizes his thoughts at this moment.

She should not be compassionate and never make selfless contributions.

But what's wrong with just wanting to make yourself better?

I just can't be a kind person. If I want to sacrifice for others and spend the contribution I have earned in one afternoon on others, I won't even think so in my dreams.

Pei Xihe thought so, and unexpectedly felt a little guilty, but it quickly dissipated.

She stared at Meng Fuling tightly. After gradually adapting to the gaze of people around her, she felt that it was nothing. She wanted to see it and let them see it.

"Sister Meng, you and I are both second-class disciples, and each received fifty spirit stones. If you really want to help this sister, you can exchange your spirit stones and senior brothers as contribution points, and you won't get a few spirit stones for you."

"Why are you a little unkind, sister?"

Pei Xihe was smart and usually only showed her while studying calligraphy and literature. Now she perfectly showed her wisdom at this moment, directly pointing to Meng Fuling’s most untenable place.

Although Pei Xihe lacks knowledge due to her background, her character and calmness are not inferior to Meng Fuling, who is a few years older than her.

Meng Fuling had seen a fight in her backyard, but she was only about nine or ten years old. The reason why she was here was that she happened to meet Xue Rou. The girl learned that she was a second-class disciple and asked her for help all of a sudden, and her image of being generous and generous could not be ruined.

But when Meng Fuling was willing to spend money on Xue Rou, how could she bear it? She thought of the contribution points that Pei Xihe had obtained.

She brought Xue Rou over, but she didn't expect that Pei Xihe, who was born in a humble state, was not a cowardly mentality that was speculated.

Now Pei Xihe pointed out the most critical point in one sentence. Seeing the exploratory gazes shifting from the people around her, she couldn't help but blush.

"I, I."

Pei Xihe interrupted her defense.

"Maybe Sister Meng spent all the fifty low-grade spirit stones just a few days after entering, but she didn't see her sister being so rich."

The more she thought about it, the clearer her head became, and her words were sarcastic.

Meng Fuling wants to use her contributions to make favors and accumulate a good reputation.

If you hesitate, you will be buckled with a big hat. If you are like an ordinary child of the same age and cannot fight back in time, then Meng Fuling can pick himself clean and build a good reputation on him.

Very shameless.

Pei Xihe is young, but he sees this clearly.

Meng Fuling bit her teeth tightly, and her eyes tried her best to suppress her anger.

It was very good, but I didn't expect that the soft-looking little girl was so difficult.

"Xiaohe, it's my sister who was wrong. I was anxious and thought that you had received the contribution point. You could exchange it in the mission hall. I had not completed the mission yet. I was anxious and did not expect to exchange it with the spirit stone."

"Don't be angry, can I say sorry to you?"

Even though Meng Fuling was unwilling to accept it, she endured it and accepted it for her future reputation. She didn't expect that Pei Xihe was so difficult to deal with.

In fact, she found out that although Pei Xihe had three spiritual roots, she was jealous of the time when she was nine inches.

If he is nine inches, even if he can still be qualified with his two spiritual roots, he may not be selected as a first-class disciple.

She was not convinced that a girl in the soil could have such qualifications, so she became the fuse of today's affairs.

She simply admitted her mistake because she was not old and was enough to explain, so Pei Xihe was a little unbearable.

Pei Xihe felt still angry, but Meng Fuling apologized again. The best choice was to accept it and then turn small things into nothing.

She was angry and kept it in her heart. She couldn't hide her emotions well, and many people could see it clearly.

Several disciples who had just entered the door stood up.

"Okay, little sister, don't be too petty, Fuling has apologized for you."

"That's right, what else do you want? Isn't Fuling just a little anxious?"

"Little sister, you are the same. You have to know that you should be broad-minded in life."

Most of the disciples in the high-level realm have taken over the mission of high-stars. In fact, most of them are just disciples who are just starting out and disciples with low cultivation. They are not very good at thinking, and those who can see clearly are also observing on the wall.

Meng Fuling has not devoted herself to her cultivation these days. She has a cheerful personality, carefree and likable personality, which makes many people help her at this moment.

Pei Xihe's heart was burned even more intense.

She took a deep breath and raised her little face.

"What my sister says is what she wants. I hope she will think about it herself next time and don't expect others to take everything."

She turned her head and left, no longer looking back at the eyes of those people, listening to the words of those people, looking annoying, and feeling bored.

"Hey, look at the little girl is quite proud."

"Tsk, I'm a petty man, so I won't let anyone talk about it."

"Foling is also very kind, but unfortunately she has such a roommate."

Meng Fuling was hidden in the crowd, her eyes were unclear.

Keep this account down, and wait.

...

Pei Xihe went back to the door, closed the door tightly, and opened the protective array equipped with the room.

She was in a bad mood. She leaned on the chair and poured a glass of water to drink it. The cold feeling stimulated her mouth and throat, making her feel a little more comfortable.

Pei Xihe sighed and calmed down.

It turns out that even in the world of immortal cultivation, it is not completely harmonious. Today's incident sounded a wake-up call for her, forcing her to tear off the fantasy of beauty, harmony and peace in her mind.

Fights exist anywhere.

For example, there are daily quarrels in Peijia Village, and even the Kunlun outer gates are still in trouble.

In the past, the fantasy of immortals did not eat grains and was cold and noble, but in fact, even the monks who had just heard of the truth could not do it.

She clenched her fists and her heart gradually became firm.
Chapter completed!