Five hundred years ago, in autumn.

More than a year had passed since Fang Jia was brutally murdered.

Autumn is always a melancholy season, not only because it's cold but also because there are so many fallen leaves.

Especially at dusk in late autumn, the sky and earth are a bleak yellow, making it impossible to cheer up.

On the secluded cliffside, surrounded by a few trees that had turned red, and opposite is a small waterfall.

Although it's a simple and elegant place, it's not beautiful at this time of year.

Looking at the autumn scenery at the edge of the cliff, Wu Er's heart sank.

"Back when I hadn't started cultivating yet, I went to great lengths to get a winter coat."

As he gazed at the setting sun, Wu Er was filled with some thoughts.

Suddenly, Wu Er felt a weight behind him. Someone was pressed against his back and reached out to cover his eyes.

Guess who I am?

The crisp sound made Wu Er smile helplessly, then he said softly, "Naughty."

Wu Er was not alarmed when he was hugged; he naturally knew who was holding him.

"Ning Yan, you've become more and more mischievous this past year."

"Oh, Senior Brother, you guessed who I am?!"

Standing behind Wu Er, Wo Ningyan let go of his hand, a sweet smile on her face.

"Nobody's that bored except you."

Wu Er stood up, then turned around and poked his junior sister's face again.

After being poked by her senior brother, Wo Ningyan took a step back. "Wow, senior brother, you have a strong hand."

Wu Er flexed his fingers and asked, "Really?"

When Wu Er was chasing Fang Jia that day, he pushed his potential to the limit and broke through. Although his cultivation level increased, the aftereffects were still obvious.

It's just that my control over my body isn't as good as it used to be.

But these are minor issues. As long as you practice diligently for a few years, these minor problems will disappear on their own.

Wu Er's gaze returned to his junior sister, and he asked, "By the way, what brings you here?"

Then Wo Ningyan casually picked a red leaf from a nearby tree. "That means it's autumn now. I was worried you might catch a cold, so I came to check on you."

"Stop talking nonsense." Wu Er casually plucked a red leaf. "We're all cultivators, how could we possibly be cold?"

Upon hearing this, Wo Ningyan turned her head away and said, "Hmph, people come to see you, and you still criticize me!"

Faced with his junior sister's reproach, Wu Er didn't say anything but just smiled gently.

Ever since Wo Ningyan was captured by Fang Jia, Wu Er has been even more protective of his junior sister, never daring to hit her or say anything, and completely spoiling her.

Meanwhile, relying on her favored status, Wo Ningyan clung to Wu Er's side day and night.

"Senior Brother, you've been sitting here for days on end. Aren't you getting bored?"

"Looking at the scenery on the edge of the cliff, Wo Ningyan said."

"Sitting idly?" Wu Er shook his head. "This isn't sitting idly; this is cultivation. How can cultivation be boring?"

Wo Ningyan also shook her head, indicating her confusion.

The waterfall on the opposite cliff flows slowly, the water splashing against the rock face.

In summer, the sound of the waterfall would be pleasant, but in autumn, it sounds so irritating.

Indeed, autumn always brings melancholy.

"Listen to this sound! Sitting here, where is the practice? It's clearly a disturbance of the mind!"

Wo Ningyan pointed to the waterfall opposite and shook her head, indicating that the sound was very noisy.

“It’s good to have a disturbed mind,” Wu Er explained. “If you can maintain your true self in this environment, then you have achieved success in your cultivation.”

That day, Wu Er killed many people, especially dismembering Fang Jia, which caused him to develop inner demons.

And these days of meditation here are spent fighting against this inner demon.

Despite this explanation, Wo Ningyan wouldn't listen. She grabbed Wu Er's sleeve and said, "I don't care, Senior Brother, you've been here for so many days. Can't you go somewhere else for a walk?"

After saying this, Wo Ningyan snorted again and then crossed her arms.

Seeing his junior sister throwing a tantrum, Wu Er could only smile wryly and finally compromise, saying, "Fine, I'll listen to you, junior sister. I'll go for a walk, okay?"

In fact, Wu Er also missed his junior brothers and sisters. He had been staying on the cliff for almost a year.

It is said that cultivation knows no time; some powerful cultivators go into seclusion for decades at a time. But if one spends such a long time cultivating, life would be too boring.

Imagine, because the extra lifespan gained through cultivation is used for cultivation, the time spent not cultivating only occupies a small portion.

Although they live long lives, they may not have as much time to actually enjoy life as ordinary people.

Even worse, some people, in order to cultivate themselves and establish a so-called unmoving mind, sever all worldly emotions and desires, and become indifferent to life and death, turning themselves into emotionless cultivation machines.

If it reaches that point, wouldn't cultivation become meaningless?

Thinking about it this way, perhaps cultivating immortality isn't as interesting as being a mortal.

Therefore, Wu Er summarized it into a sentence: Appropriate spiritual practice is beneficial to physical and mental health, while excessive spiritual practice is harmful to both the body and the heart.

Accompanied by the autumn wind and stepping on fallen leaves, we came from the edge of the cliff to the mountainside.

There are a few small wooden houses on the mountainside. These houses are very simple in construction, and it seems that they can only serve one purpose: to keep out the wind and rain.

"The eldest brother has emerged from seclusion!"

Wo Ningyan hurriedly arrived in front of the wooden house and excitedly shouted.

Wu Er, who arrived late, patted Wo Ningyan on the shoulder and said, "Keep your voice down, don't disturb your other senior brothers' cultivation. Not everyone is as idle as you."

"Who said that?" Wo Ningyan immediately retorted, "Only you, Senior Brother, have cultivated for that long!"

"Is it long?" Wu Er looked up at the sky. "It's only a year, it's not that long, is it?"

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