"Uncle Shan, you...you really want to come down the mountain with us!"
Suddenly, there were more people on the road, and one of them was Shan Hongxing, who was known as the devilish master. Even though Yuan Qingling was older and more experienced than the ordinary disciples, he was still uneasy.
If the hospitality is not handled well, this elder will not stand it.
If we say a few good words for him in front of our master, he'll have a good life for the rest of his days.
Anyway, even after listening to the whole story that day, he still couldn't understand the grudges and grievances between this senior master and his master.
It seems like she cares about her master but doesn't know how to express it?
That's why the news of the two peak masters' discord came out.
"I'm taking my disciples to the Trial Tournament while we're training. Finding your master is just a side trip, so you can relax."
"Oh, okay, okay." Yuan Qingling nodded and shrank back with Jinwu.
Divine beasts are good at assessing situations. For example, Ai Fengling is just a weapon cultivator, and she still needs those who can initiate her to use her techniques. The Golden Crow looks down on her and doesn't speak to her with much respect.
But when faced with this aloof and unsmiling beauty, it immediately folded its feathers and became as obedient as a silly duck that could only nod, completely transforming from a divine little sun into a cute and foolish bird.
The disciples brought down the mountain by Shan Hongxing were his prized students, the senior sister Lu Feiyu from Fenglei Peak, and his second disciple Lan Yezhou. As for the remaining disciples, their cultivation and temperament were far from being ready to go to the trial grounds.
"Senior Sister." One day, Yuan Qingling offered a bag of water ingratiatingly. He hesitated, looking in the direction of Shan Hongxing, "Uncle-Master doesn't eat, and he doesn't even drink water?"
"Just take care of yourself."
Lu Feiyu perfectly inherited her master's aloof and reclusive nature. Faced with Yuan Qingling's question, she replied in a cold tone, "You were once a sect leader, don't you even understand this basic etiquette?"
Yuan Qingling was speechless, and could only sullenly go back to find Jinwu.
His personality was influenced by the group of kids on the mountain, and with his face looking younger, he thought he had already become one with the young people. Little did he expect that this time he would run into a young disciple who was getting along well with the elderly.
In short, he became withdrawn.
"Senior sister, I want to eat roast chicken."
Lu Feiyu favored her junior brother, while Shan Hongxing favored his female disciple. After exchanging greetings, the two siblings left.
“I remember…” Shan Hongxing suddenly looked at him, “You seem to be almost seventy, right?”
The age of cultivators is not a secret, nor is it a topic of conversation. Some even believe that those cultivators who live long lives, although they may not have ascended to immortality in one step, are almost like immortals.
However, Yuan Qingling's situation is different.
"Yes." He was very concerned about his age, but the issue of his age was analyzed time and time again.
"Two years short."
"Half-human, half-demon." Shan Hongxing looked at him thoughtfully, and after a long while, he sighed, "Let's find another way."
Yuan Qingling barely recognized those four characters anymore.
If he hadn't overheard that conversation and heard Shan Hongxing say those four words to him, he would have been very happy.
But then, a ruthless individual emerged within the sect who used his intelligence to counteract the intelligence of the demons lurking within the Xuan Yun Sect.
There was another who wished he could capture a few demons to use as lab rats for researching fertilizers for flowers and plants. Even his master once used demons to nourish and strengthen the spiritual spring.
Yuan Qingling felt a chill in his heart. He dared not think about it, for if he did, the most basic trust between people would be destroyed.
He was genuinely afraid that this unconventional approach would cost him his life.
Although one has already experienced despair once, if given a choice, who would want to face despair again?
"Are you scared?" Shan Hongxing raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, disciple fears it is a path of no return."
"I heard you were once the leader of a small sect?"
"yes."
“I rarely pay attention to what’s happening on the mountain; I spend most of my time at Fenglei Peak.”
Yuan Qingling didn't dare to respond casually.
"So, when you appeared on Lingxiao Peak with this face, I couldn't remember who you were for a moment. I thought... ha..." He sneered, "You're a disciple that Ai Xiaoqi tricked into doing hard labor."
"Hehehe..." He was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say, so he could only laugh awkwardly.
"You were once the sect leader?"
"A minor sect."
Have you ever heard of the saying "asking the gods" before?
"No." He shook his head helplessly. "I've only heard of Qingqiu Lake, nothing else, huh?"
He suddenly froze, then thought for a moment and asked, "The Dianshan Mountains, is that the site of the ancient war between gods and demons? Is it... the current Xuanyun Sect?"
"right."
"Then, isn't that... being able to find God?"
“They saw it.” Shan Hongxing smiled bitterly. “It has nothing to do with me. I thought that after I climbed up, I would be the first one to see it.”
“Senior Uncle…” Yuan Qingling opened her mouth, but then bit her lower lip and stopped speaking.
"Senior sister... even if you dislike that old man, you shouldn't say such hurtful things in front of him."
"You think what I said is wrong?" Lu Feiyu glared at him, then threw the Broken Thoughts in her hand, knocking down bamboo trees on the opposite bank.
She flew across the water, shaved the bamboo into tubes, and filled them with water from the stream. "Here you go."
"Senior sister, you still harbor resentment about the last competition, don't you?" Lan Yezhou sighed. "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war. I've already let it go, so why can't you?"
"It's not you who's embarrassed!"
"I was also lectured by that guy surnamed Yang in front of so many people, but I still made it through, didn't I? I'm already at the fifth rank now, and look at you, senior sister, still stuck at the sixth rank."
"Me! Who am I so angry for?" Lu Feiyu brandished her sword in a fit of frustration, the sword in her hand breaking in two. Two fish in the river were caught in the crossfire, and she threw the fish at Lan Yezhou in annoyance, "Tie the straw rope."
"But senior sister, what I want to eat is roast chicken, pheasant, not fish from the river." Lan Yezhou looked at her helplessly. "Your current state doesn't affect me. People come to our peak to compete and learn, but we absolutely cannot be defeated like this."
If we die from one defeat, what happens next, Senior Sister? If the demons really come, and we're defeated once, will we never be able to get back up?
“How could that be…” Lu Feiyu sighed and walked into the woods sullenly. “Fine, you’re right, I’ll change, I’ll change!”
"Hehehehe, little lady, hunting alone?" A voice that was neither human nor ghost suddenly rang out in the forest, and Lu Feiyu was so provoked that she immediately drew her sword.
"Who are you?"
"Look at this, so delicate and tender, this is my favorite! Hehehehe..."
"Senior Sister!" Lan Yezhou entered the forest a step later than her. The two stood back to back, warily watching the black demonic energy swirling in the air.
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