In the bamboo forest, Zhu Yuanqing took a bite of the osmanthus cake and his eyes fell on the man who was hacking and slashing not far away.
Jing Yuan was holding a wooden sword, his forehead and nose were covered with sweat, his steps were very steady, and his hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.
It was almost time, Zhu Yuanqing said: "Okay, come and have something to eat."
Jing Yuan's eyes lit up, he picked up his sword, trotted to the table, and looked at Zhu Yuanqing with his bright eyes.
He used the cleansing spell on himself, and now his cheeks were slightly red, his breathing was rapid, and he looked like a normal and lively child.
Zhu Yuanqing pinched his cheeks, which were no longer sunken, stuffed a piece of osmanthus cake into his mouth, compared his height with Jingyuan's, and sighed, "You've grown taller."
The osmanthus cake was soft, glutinous and sweet, just right for Zhu Yuanqing, but a bit too sweet for Jing Yuan.
But this was fed to him by his master himself, and it tasted better than anything he had ever eaten.
He took small sips one after another, looking quite reluctant to put it down.
Zhu Yuanqing sighed to himself, pushed the plate full of cakes away, and helped Jing Yuan sit down on the stool: "Don't worry, there are still plenty here. Xiaoyao Peak will not be short of food for you."
"Thank you, Master." Jing Yuan swallowed the cake and handed it over, whispering, "Master, have some too."
Zhu Yuanqing smiled, took the pastry, put it back to Jingyuan's mouth, and held his hand.
The spiritual energy probed into the meridians to check the results of Jing Yuan's practice over the past month. His foundation was solid, the spiritual energy flowed smoothly, and he had laid a good foundation.
He nodded slightly. According to the current progress, it is not impossible to build a foundation within five years.
"That's right." Zhu Yuanqing withdrew his spiritual energy and felt the weak suction again.
His brows furrowed slightly, and when he looked up, he saw Jing Yuan still looking at him happily. Zhu Yuanqing felt strange, so he probed his spiritual energy into him again and examined his meridians thoroughly.
He hadn't noticed it before, but when he looked at it, he couldn't help but sit up straight.
Why do I feel that this child's meridians are a bit stronger than before?
The disciple's aptitude is too poor. Zhu Yuanqing has thought about finding some spiritual objects to supplement his foundation, but Jing Yuan is still too weak and those medicines have not been used yet.
Since those things haven't worked yet, what's going on with his meridians?
In order to prevent himself from finding out the problem, Zhu Yuanqing checked again and confirmed that the child's meridians had indeed changed, even if it was only a slight change, but it had indeed improved.
Arabian Tales.
A person's qualifications are usually fixed at birth, and unless they encounter an earth-shaking opportunity later, they generally will not change much.
So what's going on?
"Master? What happened?" Jing Yuan asked weakly.
Zhu Yuanqing's train of thought was interrupted. He looked down and saw that the child was in the same uneasy and flustered state as before. He couldn't help but think of the terrible beating he had received before.
Never mind, it’s not a bad thing after all.
But the question still needs to be asked: "Xiao Jing, have you ever practiced any martial arts before? Even if you have seen it before."
"No." Jing Yuan hurriedly shook his head.
"So how much do you remember about your parents?"
Jing Yuan said without hesitation: "I don't have any parents. People in the village said that they found me by the river, put me on a broken wooden board and covered me with a large leaf."
The villagers had already died in the clutches of the devil, so there was no place to investigate.
Poor little thing.
Zhu Yuanqing handed him another piece of cake.
Jing Yuan ate four pieces in a row, rested for less than half an hour, and then went to the side to practice chopping movements.
Zhu Yuanqing sat leisurely for a while when a letter fell from the sky.
Perhaps knowing that Zhu Yuanqing wouldn't see it, before he even finished speaking, the voice of the Wuxiang Peak Master rang out in the bamboo forest.
"Shangqing, please forgive others when you can. You'd better..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhu Yuanqing waved his sleeves and the letter was blown away by the wind.
Jin Yuan cast a curious look at him, and Zhu Yuanqing shook his head: "It's okay, you continue practicing sword."
Not long after, another letter fell from the sky. This time, the voice, though still filled with anger, managed to suppress it: "Master Xiaoyao Peak, I am sorry for my child's rudeness this time. I have prepared the gifts. I will bring him to apologize. All you have to do is open the barrier."
Zhu Yuanqing probed downwards with his spiritual consciousness and indeed saw the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the foot of the mountain.
He was not in a hurry to open the ban, but slowly finished a whole plate of pastries before calling Jing Yuan over.
"Master." Jing Yuan leaned directly on his shoulder.
Just after Zhu Yuanqing gave the order, he concentrated on practicing sword skills, even for the simplest movements, and did not pay any attention to the voice transmission just now.
The more he did this, the more Zhu Yuanqing felt that his disciple was well-behaved. Now he was just hugging his shoulders and didn't feel any discomfort at all.
Rubbing Jingyuan's head, he asked, "The last time Cui Yi bullied you, his father brought him here to apologize. Does Xiaojing want to see him?"
"It's okay if you don't want to see him. I'll send him away."
Jing Yuan raised his head, his expression firm: "Master, I want to see you."
The barrier was opened, and the long-awaited Wuxiang Peak Master swung his sleeves and said to Cui Yi, who was standing beside him with a gloomy face: "It would be fine on any other day, but you actually made a small servant and brought him to the Deacon Hall. I had to come forward to bring you back!"
The Wuxiang Peak Master had a fierce look, and his whole body exuded a vigorous heat as he spoke: "If my son had not been killed by the sword of the Shangqing kid, he would have formed a golden elixir by now. Look at you now, you are not even half as good as your brother!"
Cui Yi's face flushed, he clenched his teeth, lowered his head and said nothing. The resentment in his heart grew, and he even hated the father in front of him.
The master of Wuxiang Peak is named Cui Zhi. Many years ago, he had a son named Cui Xue. Cui Xue has a gentle temperament and a high talent for Taoism. He built his foundation in three years and reached the late stage of foundation building before he was twenty. His future is bright.
As luck would have it, such a good seedling was discovered by Zhu Yuanqing one day to be colluding with evil cultivators and harming mortals.
At that time, Zhu Yuanqing had just entered the Nascent Soul stage, while the Master of Wuxiang Peak was already in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Logically speaking, even if it was just to give face to the Master of Wuxiang Peak, he should at least be brought back to the sect for disposal.
However, after knowing Cui Xue's identity, he was not afraid of him, but killed him with a sword.
The leader of Wuxiang Peak lost his extremely talented son one day and was severely slapped in the face by a younger generation. From then on, he and Zhu Yuanqing became sworn enemies.
He had been waiting for many years and finally found Cui Yi, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even handle a simple chore, and now he wanted him to come and apologize!
Murdering a fellow disciple is a serious crime, and this matter was directly reported to Taoist Lingxiao. Otherwise, why would he condescend to come to this damn Xiaoyao Peak.
When he reached the top of the mountain with his good-for-nothing son, before he could question Zhu Yuanqing why he was so slow to lift the ban, he saw him looking up nonchalantly, and the look in his eyes was no different from the way he looked at the weeds on the roadside.
He was furious, but Zhu Yuanqing took the white-clothed boy beside him calmly and said in a calm voice, "Let's begin."
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