The head of the sect led a group of Daojianmen disciples to land at Danfeng. He looked at the Danfeng, which was now recovering, and couldn't help but think of the Danfeng in its heyday many years ago. He also thought of the Danfeng that had been completely ruined a few years ago, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.
He looked at the master and disciple who were being affectionate and unbecoming under the phoenix tree, and the feeling in his heart... was still complicated.
Over the past few hundred years, Danfeng has been declining. He tried many times, but because Danfeng was only a sideline for Daojianmen, he could not compete with Zhishengu, who made a living by refining pills, and he could not save it. He had to give up.
Danfeng had been passed down from generation to generation, and even Wang Yuanyi died early. He had indeed given up on Danfeng. He really only regarded Qin Ran as the last alchemist of Daojianmen. Especially, Qin Ran had entered Daojianmen for twenty years before and had not shown any outstanding performance.
He threw Li Shiyin to Danfeng as a casual move. If Qin Ran had the ability to train Li Shiyin, it would be good no matter what; if Qin Ran couldn't train her, and they were alone on the same peak, he could trick her into becoming his wife, which would be his last kindness to Danfeng; if Qin Ran couldn't do that either... he would just be an older Gold Spiritual Root disciple.
There are few geniuses, but there are some. Without a developed genius, there is nothing.
But he didn't expect that this idle chess move would turn a desperate situation into a favorable juncture. Danfeng changed as a result, and Daojianmen was born.
He also knew that the change in Danfeng was no longer due to Qin Ran, but to Li Shiyin. However, it had nothing to do with Li Shiyin's talent, but that Li Shiyin activated Qin Ran, and the two of them produced some strange effects.
Thinking quickly, the head of the sect, Gu Yueming, could not help but secretly praise his wise decision in his heart. With this move, he got a sword genius with full talent; a pill refiner and formation master with full wisdom... He even got a Danfeng in its heyday, a Hengduan Mountains!
"Congratulations to our Danfeng Sword Immortal for successfully forming a pill..." He walked towards the master and disciple, smiling and congratulating them, "You have survived the tribulation today and lived up to your sword immortal style! Our Daojian Sect has added another peerless sword cultivator."
Li Shiyin held her master's hand with one hand and held the colorful lightning snake with the other.
Seeing this, she let go of her master, dragged the colorful lightning snake forward, saluted the headmaster, and faced the more than ten people who came to Danfeng to congratulate her. She was generous and smiled, "Thanks to the cultivation of the sect, I have achieved my current level of cultivation. I should thank the headmaster."
She looked back at her master, her eyes full of affection and smile, and said, "Let me meet my master."
Gu Yueming looked at Li Shiyin and saw that her temperament was sharp, yet gentle and kind. She was generous and neither humble nor overbearing. She was open-minded and had a clear distinction between love and hate. She was also polite in her actions.
He is already unique and independent, with the aura of a master.
If she were a man, she would definitely be a bold, generous, and swordsman who ruled the world with a sword. Of course, it makes no difference that she is a woman.
She can already be compared with Lu Junxing.
Gu Yueming looked back at Lu Junxing and couldn't help but feel excited.
The next generation of Daojianmen has top talents like Lu Junxing and Li Shiyin in martial arts, as well as mainstays like Liu Baiyun, Tian Wenjin, and Yao Qingke; in literature, there are great conspirators like Qin Ran who are in control of the situation, as well as... smart people like Dong Zhongyuan.
He knew for sure that Daojianmen would prosper!
The others who were accompanying her couldn't help but sigh as they looked at Li Shiyin. This was a genius that they had watched grow up. They had seen her being impatient and jumping around, and they had seen her riding a white tiger and being arrogant and domineering inside and outside the Daojian Sect. They had also often carried out sect missions together.
Even like Tian Wenjin, she had seen her covered in mud and tanned; she had seen her being scolded by her master and feeling wronged. They had also had a heart-to-heart talk on a snowy night.
Drink together, discuss swords together, discuss kendo together, carry out missions together, practice together, and grow together.
Now, they watched her step onto the golden elixir road with a sword, slashing the heavenly calamity with the sword, with an invincible style.
They all came forward to congratulate him heartily.
In fact, apart from Qi Feng, who was intentionally targeted by Li Shiyin, with her appearance and personality, she actually had few enemies in the sect.
Who doesn’t like a beautiful, bright and generous girl?
In such an occasion, with a drunkard like Lu Junxing present, drinking is inevitable.
Qin Ran was also very happy today. He brought over the wine he had brewed over the past two years and personally cooked the dishes to go with the wine. He was determined to ensure that today's guests would be well fed and drunk.
When you arrive at Danfeng, there are bewitched dogs like Dong Zhongyuan and Zhang Junyi surrounding Tushan, so naturally there are stories.
When Dong Zhongyuan arrived at Danfeng, he didn't see Li Shiyin holding the colorful Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, but first saw Tushan Youyou, who was dancing in white clothes in the air and looked more fairy than a fairy. His eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth opened wide, and drooling as he watched. It looked like a dog.
When Lu Junxing was calling people to drink, he had already shamelessly run to Tushan Youyou.
"Fairy, I haven't seen you for a long time. You look even better now."
So many years have passed, and Dong Zhongyuan actually already knew that Tushan Youyou was a fox demon.
However, as cultivators like me, why should we be afraid of fighting?
How can racial differences hinder great love?
...People can, at least try.
"Look, the peach blossoms on the bank have withered. It must be because they felt ashamed of themselves after seeing you." He smiled in a self-proclaimed charming manner.
Tu Shan glanced at him sideways and said expressionlessly, "The peach blossom forest is where I practiced the Ten Thousand Miles Peach Blossom Formation. Now that the peach blossoms have faded, I can no longer practice setting up the formation. I have to wait until next year."
Dong Zhongyuan paused, then smiled flatteringly, "It's just peach blossoms, don't worry, fairy. I'll go get someone to help you plant peach blossoms and set up a formation to ensure that the peach blossoms never wither all year round."
“My peach blossoms are all carefully selected varieties to meet the needs of various formations. They are extraordinary peach blossoms.” Tu Shan said leisurely, “Besides, you come to Danfeng to plant trees and set up formations. Do you think Qin Ran will chop you down?”
"It's okay if you chop me off, as long as Taohua meets the fairy's requirements." Dong Zhongyuan said hurriedly, "I can ask Junior Master Uncle for mercy..."
While Dong Zhongyuan and Tushan Youyou were "having a good chat", a forgotten little monk stood humbly by the river, feeling sad all alone. On a hot day, he was shivering in the cold wind.
Originally, the weather was very good today. Zhang Junyi successfully established his foundation, which was a great joy in his life; he also met the fairy sister whom he had been dreaming about, which was another great joy.
But he never thought that the fame he gained from successfully building his foundation was not even a fraction of that of Li Shiyin, the master. All the people in the sect came to Danfeng, and they were all important people, and they all congratulated Master Li. They didn't remember him at all. The chief monk didn't remember him, and his master didn't remember him either.
Of course, this was actually tolerable, because that was Master Li, a person he respected very much, and Dan formation was indeed more important than foundation building. Moreover, Master Li was a gifted child.
But he couldn't stand the latter thing... he couldn't stand it!
The fairy sister who had loved him in his dreams for hundreds of years was actually talking and laughing with another man. She even frowned and looked down with impatience, as if flirting.
this……
How should a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with his heart achingly moved, deal with this?
“Bang!”
Zhang Junyi felt that his world was shattered at this moment. His dream was shattered, and his soul was lost.
The one who was talking to the fairy sister was also a senior with profound cultivation. The senior was handsome, suave, and elegant, with a noble demeanor. Compared with him, he was so miserable and humble.
He has just established his foundation.
The Prince and the Pauper.
He shouldn't be on the river bank, he should be drowned in the river bottom.
He was not even worthy of taking a second look at their cheerful conversation. He was not worthy.
"Yes, they are such a perfect match." He turned around and looked at his reflection in the river. He felt his heart breaking into pieces, and the pain made him unable to breathe. "How dare I blaspheme in my heart?!"
Life is just like this. His life just started to be bright, but it became dark again.
He took a step forward and the river water wet his shoes.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" At this moment, someone suddenly slapped him on the shoulder and asked him, "There are so many delicious foods over there, don't you want to eat them?"
He turned around and saw a white tiger standing up, slightly taller than him. At this moment, the little white tiger was chewing a cow leg with one paw, and tapping his shoulder with the other paw. The paw that tapped his shoulder was also covered with oil stains, making his shoulder soaked with oil.
"I...I'm not hungry." He replied in a low voice.
"Not hungry?" The little white tiger muttered while chewing something. "You can eat even if you're not hungry! Who says you can't eat meat if you're not hungry?"
"…I have a poor appetite."
"Hey!" The little white tiger grabbed him, turned him half a circle, and hugged him to the old locust tree. "Your appetite will improve after eating. If you want to hang out with your brother Feng, you can't go without eating."
He had just established his foundation, and he claimed that he had some strength even if he didn't have any strength. But under Brother Feng's claws, he had no resistance at all. Brother Feng played with him, just like playing with locust leaves. He was forced to come under the old locust tree. Closer to the fairy sister... and her men.
It was lively here, but it had nothing to do with him; it was closer to the Fairy Sister, but it also had nothing to do with him... or maybe it did, which made him even more heartbroken.
"Here! This crystal pig's trotter is a reward from Brother Feng!" He was still grieving alone when Brother Feng's greasy claws slapped a pig's trotter towards him. He passively caught it again.
"Eat more, grow stronger, don't be as tiny as your master." Feng Ge said, and was slapped on the back of his head by his master. But Feng Ge was not afraid and continued, "Be like your Feng brother, and grow as big as your Feng brother. I can pin that tiny thing under my claws. She is not even as big as your Feng brother's claws."
His master gave another flying kick, jumped up and kicked Brother Feng on the chin. Brother Feng suddenly reacted and said to him, "She is your master, so you shouldn't call me Brother Feng. You should call me Uncle Feng... No, no, you should call me Uncle Feng!"
Zhang Junyi listened to his uncle Zhuifeng's mumbling and stuffed the pig's trotter in his hand into his mouth. It tasted very good. While he was chewing, he watched Uncle Zhuifeng being beaten by his master.
He admired Uncle Zhuifeng very much. No matter how his master beat him, he stood still like a mountain and continued to chew the cow leg without being affected at all.
When his master got tired of beating him, he walked over to him and warned him, "From now on, you should call him Brother Feng."
Before he could accept, Uncle Zhuifeng pushed a cup of black unknown liquid over to him and said, "Danfeng's special happy water, Uncle Feng is treating you. From now on, you can call me Uncle Zhuifeng."
He couldn't help but hesitate.
"How do you think I'm not older than her?" Uncle Zhuifeng asked in a low voice.
Zhang Junyi's expression was stern, and he agreed deeply. When Uncle Zhuifeng returned to his normal size, he was as tall as a house. And his master? He was the size of a seven-year-old child.
He couldn't help but nodded.
"Yeah, not bad!" Uncle Zhuifeng nodded with a smile and said, "Dad said that this is called... called, there is no way to teach a child."
"What is Zi?" Zhang Junyi asked. Is there anyone else called Zi?
"I forgot." Uncle Zhuifeng said casually, turned around and got on all fours, walking into the cabin, obviously to get food again.
However, Zhang Junyi looked at Uncle Zhuifeng's front paws pressing on the ground as he walked, and his mouth biting the pig's trotter could not help but pause. He lowered his eyes and saw the branches of the locust tree and the soil on the pig's trotter...
"You just nodded, didn't you?!"
To make matters worse, he heard his master's sinister voice. He looked over and saw his master drinking peach juice with a straw, his eyes were vertical, staring at him.
poison
This feeling is like being stared at by a snake... Could it be that his master is really not a human?
Cold sweat broke out on his back. He nodded, then quickly shook his head.
"What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head? You are so stupid!" The master glanced at him, not wanting to pay any attention to the fool, and turned away, "You should stay away from that stupid tiger! Otherwise, you will become stupid!"
Zhang Junyi stared at his master walking away in a daze, gnawing on a pig's trotter unconsciously.
There are many people in Danfeng, all of them are very interesting, and the man in white is just one of them.
"Come, let's see your current strength." Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, and then he stepped forward and flew high into the sky.
He looked up and realized that the man was called Lu Junxing. He was very remarkable and as powerful as Master Li.
As Lu Junxing flew up, his master Li also flew out of the crowd and drew his sword. The two of them fought in the sky.
It should be a competition, exchange, or even a performance-style fight. The sky was filled with sword energy, the mountains and rivers, the dark night sky, and it was very beautiful, without any murderous intent or sharp intention.
Sword energy can actually reach this level!
He was shocked and felt that the world had been refreshed.
"Here, meatballs..." Uncle Zhuifeng's voice came, he tilted his head, and a plate was handed to him, "Hurry, I stole it when dad wasn't paying attention. It's delicious."
He took the plate and saw that Uncle Zhuifeng was holding a whole roasted lamb in his other paw.
Uncle Zhuifeng sat on the ground next to him like a human, gnawing on a whole lamb while watching the swords fighting in the air. He said to him, "They are just fancy-dressing, practicing to death, without any killing power. I tell you, I can beat two of them by myself."
He looked back and saw that the tiger hair on Uncle Zhuifeng's face was covered with grease. His long beard shook, and oil splashed everywhere. Uncle Zhuifeng was chewing a sheep bone in his mouth.
He didn't believe this at all.
What was special was that the chief monk shouted from behind: "Zhuifeng, did you steal the lamb leg again? It's not cooked yet..."
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