Chapter 59: Finding His Happy Laughter
There were so many people in the martial arts training ground that the place that was usually empty was now packed with people. Yan Weiwan stretched his neck to look around.
There are also several other sects participating in the trial this time.
Among the Xianbei Sect, Chenwu Sect, and Guyou Sect, only the Ziyun Sect is relatively special.
The other sects had different costumes, all colorful. The elders were in the main hall of Xuanying Sect, discussing with the elders of their own sect.
Although it is called a negotiation, in fact everyone is clear about the process, it is just a matter of social etiquette and we have to do a good job on the surface.
Since the leading elder was not there at the time, the disciples from other sects were discussing and resting in the area prepared by Xuanying Sect.
Most of them are new disciples accepted this year. They look nervous and expectant, and chatter non-stop.
Yin Huan and Yan Weiwan's attention was attracted by someone in the far corner.
There is only one female disciple in Ziyun Sect.
He was dressed in a black robe and a black cloak, with the hood of the cloak pulled up to cover half of his face. He carried a long umbrella behind him and stood there silently without saying a word.
Yan Weiwan gestured to Yin Huan.
"Wow, that person looks like you when you first came to the sect. He also wrapped himself up tightly. How come there is only one person in their sect?"
Yin Huan took a look.
It was indeed quite similar, but she was wearing tattered clothes at that time, with nothing but patches. She knew at a glance that the silk on the little girl was not ordinary, but the fine silk that was impervious to water and fire, and must be extremely favored in the sect.
"Ziyun Sect..."
Yin Huan murmured, feeling that this was not the same as the Ziyun Sect in his memory.
Although the decorations of the disciples of Ziyun Sect were not much different from hers back then, she still remembered that during previous trial conferences, Ziyun Sect was as lively as other sects and would not be so deserted.
Could such a huge change have happened in five hundred years? Could such a large sect have fallen into such a state of decline? What happened during this period?
Although it is none of my business, I still can't help but be curious.
However, now is not the time to gossip, we should focus on the competition.
Yin Huan shook her head to indicate that she didn't know, but someone nearby started a discussion, and the two of them heard every word.
"Strange... That Ziyun Sect, no matter which competition they attend, there's only that one person. Is their sect really that down and out?"
"Their sect... is notoriously difficult to cultivate. After all, it's a soul-refining path. If you're not careful, you might develop some strange demonic illnesses. This leads to a decreasing number of disciples every year."
"Yes, and I heard that during the war between immortals and demons five hundred years ago, the Ziyun Sect also suffered heavy losses. A traitor emerged within the sect and colluded with the demons. Later, when they were trying to rebuild their forces, their enemies came and nearly wiped out the entire sect. Now, only a single sapling remains."
"Ah? This is too tragic, isn't it? For a sect like this to be the only one, yet they come to this meeting alone. This is truly admirable."
Everyone sighed, and suddenly realized that the little girl seemed to have heard their discussion and was looking at them with her head slightly tilted.
However, she quickly withdrew her gaze, walked to the other side, and stood far away, away from the chattering crowd.
Seeing her like this, the group of disciples opened their mouths and started discussing again.
“Bang—”
Yin Huan and Yan Weiwan didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation.
Because the Xuanying bell had already rung, Geng Jihuan, wearing pearls and jade on her head, with a charming look in her eyes and an orange-red tight-fitting corseted dress, stood facing the wind in front of the sect's main hall. She did not feel out of place, but rather had a different kind of charm, which was extremely suitable for this autumn day.
Behind him were the elders from various sects coming out, all with smiles on their faces, and they were still discussing things as they walked to their seats.
Although it is a trial, it also concerns the reputation of each sect.
"Dear disciples, welcome to this sect trial meeting. Elders, please take your seats."
Geng Jihuan spoke, and the elders made a gesture of invitation with their hands, and after sitting down, they began to greet each other.
Everyone's eyes were on them, while Yin Huan looked at Bai Yunshu who was walking at the end.
There was a flash of surprise in her eyes.
Bai Yunshu was wearing a blue and white robe with wide sleeves today, with white gauze embellishments on his shoulders, a blue and white hair crown on his head, a high ponytail, and an elder jade pendant hanging around his waist. He had a smile on his lips, and his heroic spirit revealed a gentleness, even a bit of unruly.
She had never seen Bai Yunshu dressed like this before, and was stunned for a moment. She didn't look away until Yan Weiwan signaled her to go over and gather. However, she still couldn't help but look for him secretly.
She stood in the team, while Bai Yunshu, who was sitting in the elder's seat, was drinking tea calmly and looking at the disciples who came to participate in the trial.
Geng Jihuan and the others all have inner disciples standing behind them. Geng Jihuan prefers red and orange, so her disciples' uniforms are also red and orange.
Nan Lezhi's color was purple, and her disciples were also dressed in purple and stood quietly beside her.
As for Yue Daiyuan, she was quietly pouring herself a drink. The disciples next to her looked at her speechlessly, signaling her not to be so impatient.
When I got behind Bai Yunshu, there was no one there.
She didn't care and just observed her surroundings quietly.
The uniforms for new disciples of Xuanying Sect are red and black. After becoming apprentices, new uniforms will be distributed. You can wear them casually on weekdays, but today, you need to be more neat.
Thinking back to the first time Geng Jihuan saw her this morning, he was immediately transported back to his carefree youth.
She tilted her head and read Bai Yunshu, her eyes full of appreciation and joy.
I remember that Bai Yunshu was also dressed in blue, with swords flying in his hands, and he won first place in every competition.
She saw it, but later Bai Yunshu preferred white clothes. Although they looked pretty good, he didn't have the heroic look as before, and there was a hint of sadness all over him.
"Junior sister, it's rare for you to dress up properly. In this dream back to the past, you looked so beautiful! This body suits you perfectly, and it truly brings joy to the world."
She praised him generously and encouraged Nan Lezhi to praise him too.
Nan Lezhi beside him nodded slightly, agreeing with what Geng Jihuan said.
It really looks good.
Bai Yunshu smiled when he heard her praise.
"Senior sister, you're joking. Senior sister is pretty, and Elder Nan is pretty too."
After being colleagues for so many years, I still have to flatter him occasionally to maintain a good relationship with him.
In terms of social etiquette, Bai Yunshu felt that it was enough to maintain good relations with the people in the sect. After all, she would not go out to contact people from other sects.
Only Yue Daiyuan was true to her nature and said she would not play tricks on them.
The first thing Yue Daiyuan said when she saw Bai Yunshu was, "Hey, Elder Ying Su is so fancy today? That new dress, that new skirt, and that thousand-year-old blue ink crown on your head. Is it because you're accepting a new disciple?"
She recognized the blue inkstone on the crown at a glance.
After all, she had wanted to find something to decorate her precious sword, and she spent a lot of money to buy a small one, and placed the precious one in the middle of the hilt.
She loves to have fun no matter what, Bai Yunshu narrowed his eyes.
"After all, this is a major event for the sect, so it's only natural to dress appropriately and bring honor to the sect. But you wouldn't be like Elder Yue, who doesn't care at all and doesn't even change his clothes. I guess he doesn't care about the sect at all."
The elders always loved to joke with each other. Geng Jihuan and Nan Lezhi immediately laughed and observed Yue Daiyuan.
Yue Daiyuan really didn't change much today. He was wearing a black robe with few accessories except for the elder's order that he had to wear. His whole body exuded a sense of simplicity.
Yue Daiyuan sat down and started to refute.
"Ah, ah, ah? Who told you I didn't change my clothes? I did! But my dress is the same color! Can't you take a closer look? The dark patterns on it are different."
She often wears black clothes, and most of the items in her wardrobe are also black. They are stain-resistant and wear-resistant, and most importantly, they save money!
Even if it's torn, you can mend it and it won't be noticeable. Just keep it simple for another year! It's a must-have for thrifty household management.
Who in the entire sect can live as well as she does!
Bai Yunshu looked her up and down, and said thoughtfully, "I'm really sorry, I really didn't notice it. I always felt that you just didn't change your clothes. If you did, just ignore what I said. Why don't you ask the other elders if they noticed it?"
She suggested Yue Daiyuan with a smile in her eyes.
Geng Jihuan suppressed his laughter and observed carefully.
She really observed herself carefully, looking her up and down, and then expressed her own opinions.
"Actually... maybe, maybe, it has been changed. After all, I remember there was a hole on Elder Yue's skirt before, and now it's invisible. I don't know if it's been patched up or changed."
Hearing her words, Yue Daiyuan smiled awkwardly.
There's no need to observe so carefully... Doesn't she have any dignity?
"Yes, I really did. But I also patched up the hem of that dress. We should carry forward the fine traditional virtues of diligence and thriftiness..."
She remained calm, and Geng Jihuan smiled and nodded seriously.
"Elder Yue is right. Be frugal and manage your household well."
She would not expose Yue Daiyuan and give her some face. It was not easy to be a sword practitioner, and the sect's military force still depended on them.
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