Kind-hearted people in the bamboo forest

The sword art of his original body's memories was profound and unfathomable. After achieving mastery, one could slay thousands of people in a single breath. Xiao Ze longed for a life of leisurely pursuits, wielding a sword alone. His passion for swordsmanship was unmatched by any other form of martial arts.

The Tianxuan Sect had a single building perched on a mountain peak, known as the Library. Although not yet a full disciple, Xiao Ze was allowed to visit the lowest level. In his free time, Xiao Ze would borrow a book from the library, then head to the quiet bamboo forest not far from his cabin to carefully study it, attempting to cultivate according to the instructions in the book.

The autumn wind is cool and the bamboo forest rustles.

Xiao Ze took the sword-fighting book he had found in the library and happily came to his secret base, ready to try to practice the sword-fighting techniques recorded in the book.

A figure practicing swordplay came into view. He wore the attire of an inner sect disciple, his figure slender, his sword-wielding hands defined by distinct joints. Each move resonated with the clashing of wind and thunder, his murderous intent evident.

Xiao Ze was sure that if he faced this man now, he could only block one move at best.

Noticing someone coming, the man stopped the sword in his hand and looked in the direction of Xiao Ze.

He had sharp eyebrows, star-like eyes, deep as the sea, and pale lips. His pale blue disciple's uniform looked like a custom-made dress, making him look broad-shouldered and long-legged, with perfect proportions. Even though he stood quietly, a sense of oppression overwhelmed him.

This person was an inner sect disciple, and must have arrived much earlier than me. It seemed that I had disturbed this senior's sword practice.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ze took a few steps towards the man and bowed: "Sorry, I was so engrossed in watching for a moment and disturbed you, senior brother." He was neither humble nor arrogant, yet respectful.

After hearing what he said, the pressure on the man subsided, and Xiao Ze breathed a sigh of relief. Then he thought, this is a rare opportunity to ask for help from the senior!

Seeing that person was about to leave, Xiao Ze took a few quick steps and asked, "Brother, do you have time now?"

"What's the matter?" He felt as if the oppressive feeling just now was coming back, even worse. He didn't know what had stimulated him with this sentence.

However, geniuses always have some differences from ordinary people, and Xiao Ze didn't care: "There are some things I don't understand when practicing sword today. Can you give me some guidance, senior brother?"

The man seemed relieved and answered Xiao Ze's questions carefully and conscientiously. He even told Xiao Ze some of his cultivation experiences during the Qi Refining Period.

Xiao Ze was surprised and happy, and felt that he had really met a super nice person today.

Following the man's guidance, Xiao Ze quickly mastered the sword techniques he had practiced before and his cultivation level improved greatly.

Returning to the cabin in a good mood, Xiao Ze spotted several familiar figures standing in front of his door from afar. Jiang Xi was so bored, why did he come to see him again?

Seeing Jiang Xi lying comfortably on the recliner he had just made two days ago, Xiao Ze was glad that he had the habit of locking the door when he left. If he hadn't locked the door, Jiang Xi and his group would have already entered his house as a matter of course, and might even have rummaged through his things. The thought of it made him furious.

Seeing Xiao Ze approaching with an indifferent expression, Jiang Xi stood up from the recliner and approached him pitifully and aggrievedly: "Brother Xiao, you haven't paid attention to me for a long time. Tell me what I did wrong, and I will change if you tell me."

These words put himself in the position of a victim, and Xiao Ze, who had always given selflessly and without asking for anything in return, became the villain.

Xiao Ze cursed inwardly, thinking that the original owner had met too few people, and that she only liked this one person in her life, and that he was such a selfish and cold person.

Isn’t it just a matter of who is more wronged? Who wouldn’t respond if someone pretended to be pitiful?

"Junior Brother Jiang, you did nothing wrong. I was the one who insisted on pestering you before. But now I know that you don't like me at all. I am not a pleasant person. If I continue to stay by your side every day and let you and your loved one miss each other, it would be a great sin."

Xiao Ze squeezed out two tears and wiped them with his sleeve: "Junior Brother Jiang, you just need to know that my greatest wish is for you to be happy, so how can I become a stumbling block on your road to happiness?"

Jiang Xi's usually gentle face showed some shock that was inconsistent with him: "Xiao, Xiao Ze?" He was so shocked that he didn't even call him senior brother.

"I've made up my mind, you guys can go." After wiping the tears from his face, Xiao Ze pretended to be strong and pushed away the little followers behind Jiang Xi, then quickly walked into the house and closed the door.

There was silence outside the door for a while before the sound of messy footsteps began to sound and gradually faded away.

After this, Jiang Xi probably wouldn't bother him again. He must have been incredibly sad: such a useful tool was gone just like that.

Shaking his head to get rid of these bad things from his mind, Xiao Ze took out the small dessert from his backpack and started eating it happily.

Looking at the delicious food, the senior brother who taught him sword-fighting during the day suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I don't know if he likes these snacks." The man was already an inner sect disciple, and I couldn't help him much in his cultivation. When I meet him again next time, I will give him some of these cakes as a thank you gift.

There was no class the next day, so Xiao Ze got up early in the morning.

He first went to another hill and brought back the soil that he had long had his eyes on. Relying on his memories of his previous life, he hastily built a small stove.

After building the stove, he went to an uninhabited mountain to cut some branches as firewood, and soon harvested a full bundle.

Looking at the still shiny sword, Xiao Ze admired sincerely: "The swords in the world of cultivation are so useful." However, this sword was given to every disciple by Tianxuan Sect. I don't know if I can take it away secretly when I leave Tianxuan Sect.

By evening, the stove was almost ready for use. Xiao Ze placed the pot on the stove and added equal amounts of water and sugar. Once the pot was hot, he began stirring constantly. When small white bubbles appeared and a stringy texture formed, he added the washed and dried hawthorns and quickly stir-fried them.

Soon, the hawthorn balls, evenly coated with icing sugar, came out of the pot. Xiao Ze pinched one and put it in his mouth. He felt that the taste was no different from the ones he bought in the store in his previous life, and it was even better!

He divided the hawthorn balls into two portions, one for himself and the other wrapped in a paper bag and put in his backpack. Xiao Ze also divided a portion of the remaining cakes, wrapped it in paper, and put it in his backpack.

This is a gift for a kind person. He doesn't have anything valuable now, so he just hopes that person won't despise it.

The day's vacation passed quickly, and Xiao Ze excitedly rushed to the sword training ground with his sword. Today was Xiao Ze's first kendo class since he came to this world.

Arriving at the empty sword training ground, the disciples of the same period gathered in groups of three or four, with Jiang Xi's group being the largest.

But Jiang Xi looked different today. His eyes were filled with anticipation, his cheeks flushed, and he couldn't suppress the smile. He seemed more genuine than before.

The others had similar expressions.

A familiar figure walked to the front of the crowd. Looking at the face he had just seen a few days ago, Xiao Ze exclaimed in his heart: Isn't this the brother who I saw in the bamboo forest a few days ago!

The man in green stood in front of the crowd, and everyone bowed and saluted: "Hello, Senior Brother Su!"

As he bowed, he heard people around him whispering, "This is the first time I've seen Senior Brother so close!"

"Me too, me too!"

Senior Brother?

In the Tianxuan Sect, there is only one person who can be called the eldest brother and is so admired by all the disciples.

The only closed disciple of the leader of Tianxuan Sect - Su Qingjun.

This eldest senior brother is extremely talented. He has reached the Golden Core realm at a young age. Even among the new generation of proud talents, he is far ahead.

I didn't expect that the person who patiently taught me swordsmanship yesterday would be such a powerful person.

In his previous life, he would have been a senior Bai Yueguang, a figure countless people could only dream of.

The disciples finished their greetings and stood up. Thanks to Xiao Ze's superior height, Su Qingjun spotted him standing at the end of the group. She was visibly stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered.

Su Qingjun wasn't the lecturer of this course, but rather someone else had to take the class because the lecturer had something urgent to do. You can imagine how excited the students present were.

The class was over, but everyone was still reluctant to leave, so they all went up to surround Su Qingjun, hoping that he could stay a little longer.

Seeing this, Xiao Ze quietly left the sword training ground. When Su Qingjun looked up, she only saw his back.

It seems that he needs to stay away from Su Qingjun in the future. He doesn't like the feeling of being watched and surrounded by others.

I practiced what Su Qingjun taught me several times next to the hut, and it was already afternoon when I gradually became proficient in it.

Xiao Ze went down the mountain again, bought some fresh vegetables, fruits and seasonings, had a big meal and then slowly returned to the mountain.

The recliner was swaying, and Xiao Ze looked at the starry sky, feeling that he was born in the wrong place in his previous life.

Life was incredibly fast-paced back then, and Xiao Ze couldn't keep up. His parents' disappointment and his repeated failures dealt him a heavy blow. He couldn't find his place in such a vast world. But in this world, he could arrange everything at his own pace.

The days are peaceful and fulfilling.

That afternoon, Xiao Ze looked at the pastries in his backpack, hesitated for a while, and then walked towards the bamboo forest.

When he walked not far from the stream in the bamboo forest, Xiao Ze saw a figure sitting cross-legged by the stream, with his back as straight as a bamboo.

The sound of footsteps startled the person by the stream, who stood up and looked towards the source of the sound. When he saw Xiao Ze approaching, a subtle surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Su." Xiao Ze bowed and greeted him, but he felt that the sudden joyful expression on Su Qingjun's face looked extremely strange.

Su Qingjun nodded: "Why haven't you come to the bamboo forest recently?"

Xiao Ze was stunned. This Senior Brother Su was very strange. Why did he insist on asking him to disturb his practice?

"I have renovated my residence in the past few days. I hope you won't mind, senior brother." Xiao Ze suppressed the doubts in his heart and answered respectfully.

"Repair your residence?" Su Qingjun's tone was filled with obvious doubt, and his brows were furrowed. "You live in the sect's school dormitory, why do you want to repair your residence yourself?"

This senior brother never tolerated any injustice: "But is there anyone in the sect targeting you?"

"It's not really targeted." Xiao Ze explained, "I'm destined to be alone, so it's understandable that others would avoid me for self-protection. The elder had no choice but to find me a secluded hut."

Su Qingjun's eyes seemed to be filled with heartache, and he said angrily: "What do you mean by 'unlucky star'? Everyone has their own destiny, why are you blaming it on yourself?"

This eldest senior brother was unexpectedly straightforward, and his temperament had nothing in common with what Xiao Ze had imagined.

"Brother, don't be angry. I don't like to associate with those people. This way, I can save myself a lot of trouble."

"You are quite open-minded." Su Qingjun's emotions also calmed down.

The two sat on the ground by the stream. Xiao Ze always felt that Su Qingjun was too close and kind to him. He searched through his original body's memories and found that the last time they met in the bamboo forest was indeed the first time they met.

This senior brother can’t be a naive person, right? He can be so friendly even to someone he has never met before, Xiao Ze thought with some amusement.

He reached out to the Qiankun bag, actually taking out various pastries from the backpack and placing them between the two of them.

Su Qingjun thought that Xiao Ze came here to ask questions about cultivation, but unexpectedly, he saw this man take out several paper bags.

Unfolding the paper packages one by one, Xiao Ze smiled at Su Qingjun and said, "Brother, do you like sweets?"

Looking at the strange objects in the paper package that were exquisite in appearance and sweet in smell, Su Qingjun shook his head: "I don't know. I have never seen such beautiful food."

"Brother, have you never eaten sweets?" Xiao Ze was really surprised.

As the leader of the four major sects, Tianxuan Sect is the strongest and must have strong financial resources. For those who have not yet become formal disciples, there is a monthly subsidy of silver and money. Not to mention Su Qingjun, the sect's first disciple and a child of destiny!

"My master brought me back to the sect when I was very young. When I was building my foundation, I ate fasting pills. After that, I ate a wider variety of herbs and pills. After I entered the golden elixir stage, I no longer needed to eat."

Xiao Ze was stunned. There was no arrogance in Su Qingjun's tone, but Xiao Ze felt shocked by the talent of this prodigy. No wonder he was the sect's first disciple.

Just by listening to his description, Xiao Ze felt that this man was a bit pitiful. He had lived for so long but had never known or tasted the many kinds of delicious food in the world.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ze slowed down his tone and introduced the things he brought to the poor child one by one: "This is snowflake hawthorn, made of sugar and hawthorn. Look at the icing on the outside, doesn't it look like hawthorn? This is osmanthus cake..."

Xiao Ze introduced one to Su Qingjun, and her eyes lit up as she tasted one: "I've never eaten anything so delicious."

That's right, for someone who takes pills every day, how could anything he eats not taste good? Xiao Ze complained in his heart.

"Why didn't you eat normal food before you built your foundation, but took fasting pills?" Xiao Ze's eyes at this time were like a caring old father.

"Master said that any desire will disrupt my practice. The desire for food and drink is also a kind of desire, and I must avoid it." Su Qingjun said while eating.

Xiao Ze widened his eyes and raised his voice a few degrees: "Disturbing the practice! Wouldn't that be a big mistake for me?" As he said that, he was about to take all the paper bags away, but Su Qingjun quickly took them all in his arms.

"Brother, what if this ruins your practice?" Xiao Ze was a little worried. Although he thought that what the master said was all nonsense, he didn't want to shake Su Qingjun's determination because of him.

"It's nothing, don't worry. If my cultivation is ruined just because of a few pastries, it means there is a big problem with my cultivation method."

Seeing that the person was holding on to the cake tightly and refused to let go, Xiao Ze couldn't snatch it away. Moreover, if they really came to blows, how could he possibly beat Su Qingjun? He could only shake his head and smile helplessly.

The two chatted by the stream. Su Qingjun was not arrogant as a favored child of heaven. Instead, he was very approachable and answered whatever Xiao Ze asked.

It was getting late, Xiao Ze stood up to say goodbye, but when he turned to leave, he was grabbed by the sleeve by someone who stood up in a hurry.