Chapter 8 Illustrations That’s Song Xinghe’s residence.
"Xu Huaiyan is a good candidate. If nothing unexpected happens, he will have a good chance of becoming an inner disciple in the assessment four months from now. If anything goes wrong because of you, you cannot bear the responsibility."
Under the moonlight, Chu Ye stared at Mu Fuyun's back and warned.
Mu Fuyun paused and turned to meet his gaze. "When did Senior Brother Chu think so highly of me? How could I, with just three or four months, wipe out the three years of hard work of a 'good seedling'?"
"Of course you don't have that ability." Chu Ye sneered, gnashing his teeth as he said, "But in Tianyan Sect, you are Yue'er's biological sister. Who knows if you will use her to do anything. Many of the disciples in the Tianzi class have received her guidance and regard her as a role model."
Mu Fuyun's eyes were calm as he smiled faintly at him. The face that resembled Mu Fuyue was reflected in the bright moonlight. A few strands of hair from her high ponytail fell on her cheeks, swaying in the wind, giving her a similar yet different temperament.
"If being my younger sister was really that useful, why would I have been sitting out there for so many years with no one paying attention to me?"
Chu Ye pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes dazed for a moment.
"However, what Senior Brother said reminded me that my sister is so good. There must be many people like Senior Brother who would do anything to give her a chance to live again, right?" Mu Fuyun said thoughtfully.
Chu Ye's expression froze. He instantly moved in front of her and stared at her intently: "What do you mean? Do you want to find someone else? Do you really want to become stronger?"
"I want to." Mu Fuyun's smile faded, and he said expressionlessly, "If you don't want me to find someone else, then give me all your life's cultivation."
Chu Ye was so angry that he laughed. He took a step back and looked at her with contempt: "You are worthy of it? Aren't you afraid of being too greedy and getting retaliated against?"
"If you don't want to, I will of course find someone else." Mu Fuyun was so hungry that he didn't want to argue with him at all. He turned around and continued walking along the fork in the road, entered the thatched cottage, and closed the door in front of him.
Chu Ye was left alone, standing in the night for a while before flying away on his sword.
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In the thatched cottage, Mu Fuyun first ate two pancakes brought back from Qinglu. After filling his stomach, he tried to meditate carefully, regulating his energy and breathing. When he felt that the meridians in his body were a little more unobstructed than before, he slowly opened his eyes.
The unblocking of pure fire spiritual power does have some effect. At this rate, he will soon be able to break through the early stage of Qi Refining that has been stagnant for several years.
However, her furnace-cauldron physique is still a tricky problem. If it is not resolved, she may not be able to survive the next time.
There was no one around her to ask for advice on such a secret matter, so she could only read the classics on her own.
However, the "furnace and cauldron" and "dual cultivation" have always been despised by the orthodox cultivators. A sect like Tianyan Sect, which claims to be orthodox, probably will not allow its disciples to come into contact with these "unorthodox methods" - at least not the outer disciples.
After quickly flipping through the several books he brought back from the library, Mu Fuyun really didn't find anything useful.
For the next few days, apart from meditating in the morning and evening and reviewing the techniques of the Fengban Liuyun Sword, she spent the rest of her time reading ancient books.
While the teachers were giving classes during the day, she would sit behind her desk and read borrowed books. After the day's classes were over, she would stay in the library to continue reading.
She was so devoted to it that she forgot to eat and sleep, and she wanted to finish reading all the books on the first floor of the library in a few days. This attracted the ridicule of many disciples in the Tianzi class.
On this day, Mu Fuyun rushed out of the library before it was locked and sealed. When he was returning under the starlight, he happened to meet several disciples from the Tianzi class who were practicing sword skills together on the sword platform.
When these people saw her, they all burst into laughter.
"It's her again, pretending to be so serious. I don't know who she's showing it to."
"He's not necessarily pretending. After all, the written exam is less than two months away. He's probably just sharpening his skills before the battle."
"What's the point of being diligent now? It took us nearly four years to read most of the books on the first floor of the library. Does she think she can finish it in two months?"
"Maybe she really thinks so. I heard that many of the classics she reads are from the advanced section. Even Zhan Yao only started reading this year."
Another burst of laughter.
"Ignore these people." Xu Huaiyan appeared out of nowhere, glared at those people, walked to Mu Fuyun's side, and walked side by side with her.
Mu Fuyun was thinking about the volumes of classics he had just read, and didn't pay any attention to what those people said.
After hearing what Xu Huaiyan said, he looked back and met several mocking gazes, but his emotions remained unchanged.
"Brother Xu, thank you. I never take other people's words to heart. Let them say whatever they want."
Xu Huaiyan looked at her calm and composed appearance with respect in his eyes. He said, "They are actually just jealous of you, Junior Sister Mu. Four years ago, we all passed the competition and won the outer sect. Now that you came in directly, some people are bound to be dissatisfied."
Mu Fuyun felt extremely comfortable in the night breeze. He turned around and asked him, "What about Senior Brother Xu? Are you also jealous of me and dissatisfied with me?"
Xu Huaiyan thought for a moment and asked, "Will Junior Sister Mu be jealous of your sister and dissatisfied with her?"
Mu Fuyun answered without hesitation: "I'm not jealous, but I am indeed dissatisfied with her."
She answered on behalf of the former Mu Fuyun.
Xu Huaiyan had to hold back the words "Me too".
He chuckled, scratched his head, and said, "Then Junior Sister Mu and I are a little different. I'm not jealous, nor do I feel dissatisfied."
"Are you disappointed? I'm not as good as you think, senior brother." Mu Fuyun tucked a strand of hair on his cheek behind his ear, but his peripheral vision inadvertently caught a glimpse of a small figure flashing by in the bamboo forest beside the mountain path.
He was a little Taoist boy of about eleven or twelve years old. In the darkness, only half of his face could be seen clearly.
Mu Fuyun's steps hesitated a little.
If I'm not mistaken, that little Taoist boy is the one who sometimes follows Song Xinghe.
There was no one else around, and she didn't think the person the little Taoist boy was secretly following was Xu Huaiyan, so it could only be her.
He probably heard about her joining the outer sect class and was wary of her like Chu Ye, fearing that she would cause trouble and bring discredit to Mu Fuyue.
“Nothing disappointing.”
Xu Huaiyan's words brought her back to her senses.
"I'm not you, Junior Sister Mu. I don't know what you've been through in the past, and I'm not qualified to dictate matters between you and Senior Sister Mu."
"Senior Brother Xu," Mu Fuyun suddenly stopped and turned to look at Xu Huaiyan seriously, "There is something I have always wanted to tell you."
Xu Huaiyan subconsciously stood up straight and said nervously, "Junior sister, please speak."
"In the thirteenth move of the Wind Companion Flowing Cloud Sword, when you swung the sword towards the lower right, your sword tip swung an inch too far to the right. If you didn't retract it immediately, it would affect the connection to the next move."
During this period, when Mu Fuyun was practicing freely in class, in addition to practicing himself, he also paid special attention to the situation of other disciples.
She was not proficient in swordsmanship. To her, practicing swordsmanship was like refining weapons. One had to precisely control the angle and spiritual power of the sword tip to achieve the best effect of each sword technique in combat.
When she watched other disciples practice sword fighting, she would look for the angles of each move and form. Sometimes, the slightest deviation could become the deciding factor in determining victory or defeat.
"Huh?" Xu Huaiyan was stunned, a look of confusion and bewilderment flashing across his face, but he didn't look down on you. "I've made a note of this. I've never noticed such a detail before. I'll try to fix it when I practice sword tomorrow."
Mu Fuyun nodded, turned around and continued walking up the mountain. Seeing Xu Huaiyan following him, he reminded him, "Senior Brother Xu, this is the way up the mountain."
The Qinglu where the outer disciples live is at the foot of the mountain.
Xu Huaiyan blushed as he came to his senses. He dug out a list of books from his mustard seed bag. "I see that Junior Sister Mu has been studying very diligently these past few days. She must be preparing for the upcoming literary examination. This is the list I compiled recently. It lists twenty important classics, all of which have been emphasized in the outer sect class's courses over the past few years. I believe they will be of some use."
Mu Fuyun took the list of books, glanced at it from top to bottom, and found that he had already read fourteen of them.
"Thank you, Senior Brother. I will finish reading all the books here."
After returning to the thatched cottage, Mu Fuyun did not meditate and regulate his breathing and then bury himself in the classics as he did in the previous few days.
After being clueless for several days, she felt a little stressed.
Time was running out; she had to address her furnace-cauldron constitution before the half-month period ended. Even if she couldn't completely reverse it, she had to find a way to relieve and suppress it.
Unable to find any clues, she could only recall the moment she relaxed in the pond that day.
The chill of the water was initially effective. However, the fire within her was too intense, and with the remaining pure fire energy, it quickly overcame the chill of the water. The elixir the senior had given her only forcibly suppressed the raging fire.
It would be better to dissipate that evil fire.
She was thinking about whether she should ask the senior for advice the next time she saw him, and her eyes caught sight of the set of "Tian Yan Tu Jian" beside her.
She hasn't read this set of books yet. They are obviously the most basic classics, but she has always ignored them.
She thought about it, then quickly started from the first volume and flipped through the pages one by one.
This is a book that introduces the changes of the Tianyan Sect throughout the ages, as well as the architecture and characteristics of each peak within the sect from top to bottom. There are a total of five volumes.
When he turned to the seventh page of the third volume, Mu Fuyun's gaze suddenly stopped.
There is a painting on it of a small square pond surrounded by a turquoise jade platform in the middle. Judging from the markings on it, it should be only half the size of a room.
"A thousand-year-old cold pond can extinguish the Six Ding Divine Fire."
The Six Ding Divine Fire is the most powerful spiritual fire in alchemy. Only those who have reached the Tribulation Crossing Stage can use their spiritual power to continuously ignite such a flame.
Water that can extinguish the Six Ding Divine Fires should be more useful than ordinary water and ice and snow, right?
Mu Fuyun immediately followed the small words below to find the location of the cold pond.
There were only six words written below:
Floating Sun Peak, living in the mountains.
That’s Song Xinghe’s residence.
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