Chapter 292 Spring in Yunji Mountain

The cold plum blossoms fade in the snow, and the spring breeze returns to the willows.

Ten days passed before I knew it. Xuanji walked along the stream, humming as she climbed the mountain. The snow had melted, the plum blossoms were flowing with the water, the jasmine flowers on the roadside had opened their buds, and the fresh spring breeze brought the sound of a flute from the top of the mountain, which was very pleasant.

It's as if the sound of the flute is urging the flowers to bloom.

Junior uncle-master is playing the flute again.

The sound of the immortal's flute was clearly profound, but Xuanji wanted to laugh when she heard it. She could even guess what the junior uncle was doing at the moment. He was definitely not pretending to be an artistic immortal, but was just being forced by the sect leader to practice the flute pitifully.

Where did the fairy mountain come from? It was only a fairy mountain when my junior uncle was not around. As soon as he was around, the mountain felt human. People were either forced by the sect master to practice swordplay, or were scolded by the sect master for bragging. The people fled in panic and made a scene.

The fairy flavor is gone.

Junior uncle-master gets scolded every day, but he still smiles every day. The clan leader's face is like melting snow, with more and more smiles day by day. Sometimes when you hear the scolding, you can't tell whether he is angry or something else...Xuan Ji occasionally thinks of the word "coquettish" in her mind, and she trembles with fear, not daring to think about it.

However, there may be fewer opportunities to come to the main peak in the future, and I won’t see the sect master and the junior uncle quarreling anymore. Xuan Ji came here to say goodbye today.

She had already advanced to the Golden Core stage without realizing it. She was considered a powerful person in the human world, so there was no reason for her to be a chores person. People in the sect said that apart from the mysterious junior master uncle and the genius Chu Tiange, she, Xuan Ji, seemed to be the fastest one to reach the Golden Core stage.

This is the advantage of being close to the water. She often gets advice from the sect master. Although she is a chores person, she is no different from a disciple. Of course, she has a greater advantage than others. But there were many other disciples who did chores in the main peak in the past, and none of them were as fast as her.

Does this mean Xuan Ji is the most talented?

No, Xuan Ji knew it in her mind. In fact, the one who was close to her was her junior uncle-master.

Every time you see him doing something, it always makes you realize something, whether he is practicing swordplay, playing the flute, or even just holding a book with a shady cover and reading it with a smile, it makes people feel that this smile seems to contain some mysterious meaning of the law of nature.

Then there was a breakthrough.

But in fact, Junior Uncle Master himself doesn't have a golden elixir, right? It's so strange.

When I reached the top of the mountain, I saw my junior uncle standing on the edge of the cliff playing the flute. The sect leader was in the pavilion nearby, standing by the stone table and drawing.

It's not the paintings of strange little people, but the spreading landscape paintings.

The painting shows my junior uncle playing the flute.

The person in the painting is wearing a jade flute and a long gown, and he is about to ride the wind to go home.

Xuanji poked his head out to take a look, but without looking any further, he whispered, "Sect Master..."

I dare not speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the sound of the jade flute.

Qiu Wuji said calmly: "Golden elixir?"

"Yes..." Xuan Ji sniffed and choked up unconsciously: "Disciple, disciple is here to say goodbye. The Internal Affairs Hall will continue to select an outstanding disciple to serve the Sect Master..."

Qiu Wuji laughed dumbly: "Jindan is already powerful, why are you crying? You are such a little kid."

Xuanji sobbed, "I can't bear to leave the Sect Master... and I can't bear to leave my Junior Uncle-Master."

Qiu Wuji secretly thought, "Actually I can't bear to leave you either. With you here, we still have some sneaky feelings for each other, and that guy doesn't dare to be too presumptuous. If you run away, I don't know how arrogant he will be... "

Well, it would be fine if we changed someone to be the light bulb... But the little girl is very tight-lipped. We often have some inappropriate behavior here, and she probably saw it all. And there have been no rumors outside for such a long time. I wonder if someone else would be so honest and obedient...

Just as he was thinking this, Chu Ge, who was forced to practice playing the flute to entertain the audience, finally found an opportunity to stop playing the flute and interrupted, "Do you have a mission to complete after reaching the Golden Core stage?"

Xuanji said hurriedly: "Whether it is an external mission or an internal position, the elders have not yet decided."

Qiu Wuji glared at Chu Ge and asked kindly, "Which type do you want?"

"Disciple, I don't know. Disciple, disciple actually wants to serve the master."

“…You say one thing, but you mean another.”

"Really, if you tell a lie your mouth will get rotten!"

Qiu Wuji thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid a great war will come soon. It will be very different from the previous situations of sending people out to fight demons or gain experience. The danger will be doubled. All those below the Nascent Soul stage in the sect should be withdrawn back to the mountain, and should not be sent out at this time. You should still do a job in the sect..."

The Yunji Sect was a huge sect, with numerous positions within the sect, and many external businesses, making it very rich. Qiu Wuji could be called one of the richest women in the world. However, she was a pure cultivator, so she didn't look like a rich woman... Well, you could tell that there was a whole mountain range on her face...

This basically meant that the girl was going to be offered a lucrative job with high pay and little work. I thought the girl would be overjoyed, but Xuanji stammered for a long time and actually said, "Can my disciple continue to stay here..."

Qiu Wuji blinked his eyes and thought to himself, if you like your junior uncle, then I will have to throw you away first, let alone stay...

But Xuanji said embarrassedly: "I know that I have overstepped my bounds, but Sect Master, I am also a cultivator... This, this is actually the best place to practice..."

Qiu Wuji's eyes became a little hesitant. So the little girl is the practitioner who is devoted to the Tao, and I am the layman who is distracted by worldly desires, right?

Seeing Qiu Wuji's strange expression, Xuanji simply plucked up the courage and said, "Sect Master, I won't talk nonsense!"

"Swoosh!" The little girl was rolled into a cross-legged position and thrown out of the mountain.

Chu Ge: “…”

Qiu Wuji's face flushed as he gritted his teeth: "It's all your fault!"

"I didn't say anything..." Chu Ge laughed: "By the way, let's keep her here. She'll get used to it. There will be a lot of problems if she gets a new person... Hey, talk nicely and don't be jealous."

Qiu Wuji pouted: "Who is jealous of you... and even started to take precautions..."

Chu Ge just looked at her sideways without saying anything.

Qiu Wuji was very embarrassed and said expressionlessly: "Am I a jealous person? Why are there so many problems when I replace a new person? Am I afraid of people talking about my innocent character?"

Chu Ge whispered, "Stop pretending. Even if it's Xuan Ji, we have to hide in front of her. If it's someone else, even if the act of hiding itself is... Either don't have anyone else, or if you have to, keep someone you know..."

Let alone hiding, just looking at their daily interactions, how could they be like a master and apprentice? Just looking at the picture she drew of Chu Ge playing the flute, it would be strange if others were not satisfied and grumbled. Qiu Wuji sniffed and was forced to admit that he had fallen to the point where he needed acquaintances to keep an eye on him in order to maintain his dignity as the principal...

"Xuan Ji!"

Xuanji flew back from outside the mountain and looked at the sect master's expression carefully.

"You will still be the one taking care of me from now on... Spring is here, so take good care of the flowers. There are quite a few strange species here, and I don't feel comfortable leaving them to a new person."

Xuanji was overjoyed: "Yes! Sect Master! I will take good care of you!"

"Okay, okay, go ahead and don't disturb me while I'm painting." Qiu Wuji waved his hands helplessly.

Xuanji ran away happily.

Qiu Wuji looked at the little girl's joyful back. In fact, he was in a good mood, but he could only sigh: "It's all your fault. You ruined my reputation... How can I face people in the future..."

Chu Ge knew well enough from her stubbornness that she was talking too much, so he didn't respond. Instead, he came closer with a smile and looked down at the painting.

It's a bit amazing at first glance.

He looks really handsome in the long green robe, playing the jade flute horizontally, with his hair tied up and fluttering. No matter how good-looking the current short-haired Hanfu is, it lacks this flavor.

Especially the fairy mountain in the background, shrouded in mist, its depth is not visible, a corner of the eaves can be vaguely seen in the back, shading the hazy flower stamens, which makes one want to say more but cannot.

There is absolutely no problem in saying that this is a painting of an immortal.

Is this me?

Chu Ge was a little dazed for a moment, he turned his head to look at Qiu Wuji, and Qiu Wuji's eyes also showed some nostalgia.

What did you say when you took your first photo in the modern photo studio?

That kind of fairy mountain with curtains is fake.

The real moment will be when you can take a photo in the mountains among the clouds.

Looking back, that was a long time ago... I can't seem to remember how I felt at that time.

"We did it." Chugo whispered.

Wu Yizi started talking about the topic, but Qiu Wuji understood what he was saying and what he was thinking was the same thing.

Her cheeks also turned a little red and she uttered a soft "hmm".

Chu Ge gently held her hand and whispered, "I write about you, you draw me, and we are each the protagonist of the other's work. Is this fair?"

Qiu Wuji was stunned for a moment, and thought this idea was interesting. He chuckled and said, "Let's talk about it when I can control you."

Chu Ge said with a shameless face: "You can control me now. You can tell me to practice swordplay and I can play the flute."

"How can it be the same... When you were controlling me..." Qiu Wuji wanted to respond, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that they were a bit awkward, so he changed his words: "Did you practice sword today? Keep practicing! You can't even compare to Xuanji in cultivation, it's really shameful."

Chu Ge smiled and said nothing.

Qiu Wuji's face became redder and redder. He hurriedly picked up the paper and pen on the table, left the pavilion, and ran back to the wooden house.

Ignore him.

When he got inside, the spring breeze blew over, and the pages of the book on the table were rustled. Qiu Wuji looked over and saw the illustrations in the book at a glance, which was very embarrassing.

Qiu Wuji walked over angrily, grabbed the paperweight and pressed it on the page of the book.

What a crappy book.

What a windbreaker.

The wind makes people feel upset.

Spring is here...

Qiu Wuji turned his head and looked at his own curtains, which were swaying in the spring breeze.

The spring breeze does not know me, why has it entered my room?

(End of this chapter)