For Wen Jingge, what happened in Red Maple Valley was just a minor episode.
Wen Jingge went to see Shan Hongxing only because Liang Si had said he couldn't beat her. Her original intention was to help him improve his cultivation, so that she wouldn't kill him with a single sword before the Immortal Alliance arrived.
As a result, it became a rescue operation once again.
"what's on your mind?"
“You’re right.” Wen Jingge looked listlessly at the disciples who were repairing things on the peak. “I feel like I’m a jinx; wherever I go, disaster strikes.”
"Didn't you already know that?"
Wen Jingge: ...
Sure enough, Qiao Yu is still the cutest.
The person in front of me is just a blockhead.
"Let Qiao Yu go practice her martial arts! Don't disturb my meditation."
"And then have a conversation with that thing in your head?"
"..." Wen Jingge took a deep breath, took off her shoe, and smashed it down on his face.
Wang Xi was about to step forward to mediate the fight when Yang Wennan grabbed her arm, saying, "That's not my junior brother."
"Oh!" Wang Xi breathed a sigh of relief, stood a little further away, and while watching Wen Jingge hit someone, she drew her bow to its full extent.
However, her arrow was intercepted halfway through its flight. "Are you a member of the Thousand Swallow Clan?"
"Now it is the Qianyan royal family."
Do any of your people bear any marks?
"The vine, the vine grows alongside the moon, hollow inside is the moon, and within the moon is fire." Although she didn't understand what was happening, judging from the Grand Master's expression, it must be something very important!
Do you know the legend of the Moon Shooter?
"Shoot the moon?" Wen Jingge frowned. "Are you sure it's not shooting down the sun?"
“Shooting the Moon,” Lu Wei emphasized, “is a branch that split off from the White Deer Clan. The White Deer Clan is skilled with swords, but the Shooting the Moon lineage doesn’t like that wild and reckless style. They prefer the ability to control and release arrows.”
The Moon Shooting Festival was originally a traditional festival of Bailu. The coming-of-age ceremony for children was held on the day when the moon was fullest each year. Rockets were shot at the moon, and the children who went the farthest were sent to the army for training.
I was awakened by the energy of her arrow; the power of my bloodline shouldn't have deceived me.
"I've never heard of it. Perhaps I could write to my father and ask?" Wang Xi seemed confused. "That happened ten thousand years ago. Does the Grand Master have a method to verify bloodlines?"
"I'm just a soul right now, how can I verify this?"
Wen Jingge didn't reply. She was looking at the bow with the totem painted on it. She had never drawn a bow before, but after imagining the scene of characters drawing their bows to their fullest extent in movies and TV shows, she picked it up.
"Master, Master..." Yang Wennan opened his mouth, already stunned.
Wen Jingge was also terrified. She watched as the arrow pierced through the pre-set ring and flew into the distance.
Bang!
The small hill exploded.
"Heh, heh heh heh, did I go too far?"
"..." Lu Wei's eyes were glued to her, and he didn't look away.
"Don't look at me like that. You can do it too in the future, hehehe. Here's your bow back. Practice hard. I'm going to fix the mud-brick." She muttered to herself, then reset the dislocated jaws of her disciples before running away as if fleeing. "I'm just not suited for practicing martial arts. If this continues, we won't have enough spirit stones again."
"Wait!" Lu Wei called out to her, shoving the bow and arrow into her hands. "You didn't use your Xuan Qi just now?"
"No, no, I can't control myself."
"You're still a ninth-rank official."
"Yes, ninth rank, ninth rank." Wen Jingge awkwardly touched her hair and then her hands. "Anyone can see that I'm a ninth rank, but... but I just can't control myself!"
Lu Wei watched as she added another bracelet to her wrist. He turned it over to look at it and said, "You can't control your aura? Wait, take all the bracelets off so I can see them."
"You'll die if you do that. Let's find a quiet place, okay? That way you can die more peacefully, right?"
“…Alright.” Lu Wei glanced back at the disciples who were sneaking a peek. “What are you looking at! Practice! I’m not as easy to talk to as your master. Come back and check!”
"Oh, okay, sure," Wang Xi replied, but her eyes were still fixed on the bow that had been taken away.
"I'll return it to you when I get back." Lu Wei was more tolerant of his female disciples. "You! You two, fighting each other, you'd better watch out if you come back unharmed."
"Yes, I will follow the teachings of the Venerable Master."
"Yes, we will all listen to the Grandmaster." Yuan Qingling held the booklet in her sleeve as she saw the two off.
"Hey! Tell me, when will our second senior brother come back?" Yuan Qingling's face was even more wrinkled; he was now an old man.
In the past, all he had to do was memorize the mental cultivation methods given by his master and senior brother. Now, that demon has somehow become the so-called master, and he has to practice his skills every day. His bones have already been dislocated three times today.
"I don't know, but I think it's fine." Yang Wennan tossed the sword in his hand and looked at Yuan Qingling: Fourth Junior Brother is getting older and older, and there's no need to fight him anymore.
"Junior Sister".
"Hmm?" Wang Xi, who was watching her two masters' backs as they bid each other farewell, finally came to her senses. "I won't fight you. My master said that I'm at the age where I should be having fun, and it's enough for me to be a happy-go-lucky vase on the peak."
"It's not about that." Yang Wennan looked at Wang Xi and asked with a hint of enticement, "Would you like to be the mascot?"
"Huh?" Wang Xi was surprised, but quickly revealed a knowing look, raised her fist and nudged Yang Wennan's shoulder, and said happily, "I want to."
"Let's go! Let's go shout at Fenglei Peak!"
"Okay! I'll go! Senior brother, wait for me, I'll send a telepathic message to Tang Miaomiao and Wang Sichun and call them over to cheer you on!"
"My goodness!" Yuan Qingling felt extremely wronged. These two silly kids!
What kind of place is Fenglei Peak?! Would anyone survive going there?
However, the Grandmaster said that if he fought while injured on the mountain, he would definitely be the one getting beaten up...
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