It was sunset at this time, and under the reflection of the sunset glow, the green bamboos on the bamboo hut looked lush and green.
Wen Zhu saw Wen Ziqing's gaze lingering for a long time on the Jade Bamboo outside the bamboo hut, and couldn't help but boast to Wen Ziqing, "The bamboos in our Jinping Mountain are immortal bamboos, very rare, and have the effect of calming the mind and spirit. Practicing in the bamboo hut every day, I absorb more spiritual energy than anywhere else!"
Daoist disciples like Wenzhu also possess spiritual roots, and besides performing chores, they also cultivate. However, these menial disciples have a vast daily workload, whether tending the sect's spiritual fields, raising captive demonic beasts, or serving the sect's high-ranking cultivators. Their daily grind is incredibly busy. Furthermore, the techniques they cultivate are commonplace, and their spiritual roots are weak. Therefore, the cultivation level of Yushan Sect's menial disciples is generally low, and even achieving Qi cultivation is a blessing. Reaching the middle stage of Qi cultivation is a rare occurrence.
Fortunately, there are more menial tasks than masters on Jinping Peak. After Wenzhu and other menial disciples finish their own tasks every day, they can still spare most of their time for cultivation.
The spiritual roots of the menial disciples of the Yushan Sect were not very strong, usually having four or five spiritual roots. Wen Zhu, who had four spiritual roots, was curious about how fast a direct disciple like Wen Ziqing could cultivate. This was why he deliberately brought up the topic, waiting for Wen Ziqing to join in.
Wen Ziqing didn't respond. He didn't understand terms like spiritual energy and spiritual roots, and even if he did, he had no intention of saying anything to Wen Zhu.
Before he understood the Taoist Baopu's intentions in bringing him here, Wen Ziqing remained highly alert. How could he have considered himself a member of this group? The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Wen Ziqing had a rather cold personality. Even if he had many doubts in his heart, he would not spit at a ten-year-old Taoist child.
Liu Jingyun had never concealed his jealousy of Wen Ziqing's success as a direct disciple of Baopu Taoist. Honestly, Wen Ziqing didn't believe Liu Jingyun's claims. He had never seen anyone resort to forced competition to recruit disciples. He preferred to believe Baopu Taoist had ulterior motives than to believe he had a discerning eye for talent.
Wen Zhu saw that Wen Ziqing didn't respond and felt bored. After arranging accommodations for Wen Ziqing, she turned around and left.
Last month, after the "old" man named Zhou Xi became his disciple, people on Jinping Peak almost dropped their eyes to the ground.
A few days ago, rumors circulated on Jinping Peak that the peak master's personal disciple, who had been accepted in the secular world, was returning to the mountain. The young Taoists privately speculated, wondering how long this disciple had been accepted by Master Baopu. Would he be as "old" as the one Master Baopu had accepted last month? Should they call Zhou Xi "Eldest Brother"? Or should they call Wen Ziqing "Eldest Brother"?
There were few disciples on Jinping Peak, and the chores of the young Taoist children were relatively light. Their spiritual roots were weak, and they knew that even if they diligently cultivated for twenty-four hours a day, after a hundred years or so, they would only reach the middle stage of Qi training at best. By then, their lifespan would be over, and their lives would be gone.
Therefore, some of the more open-minded disciples who worked as errand boys would spend only a small amount of time practicing, and would spend the whole day gossiping about other people's affairs. As long as these errand boys didn't bother him, the Taoist Baopu didn't bother to care about anything else.
Therefore, two days before Wen Ziqing arrived at Jinping Peak, the young Taoist boys had already started gambling. Half of them bet that Wen Ziqing was a young man, and half of them bet that Wen Ziqing was also an old man.
After meeting Wen Ziqing in person today, the little Taoist boy Wen Zhu was eager to brag to other Taoist boys about his first-hand information: the new disciple of the peak master was a young man who looked very majestic and was not at all comparable to Xiuzhu's "old" master.
After boasting, Wenzhu still had two spirit beads left to bet on! Therefore, even though Wenzhu felt his new master was a bit cold, it didn't quench his thirst for gossip.
After the little Taoist Wenzhu left, Wen Ziqing, thinking he might as well make the best of it, lay down on his bed and slept soundly. So much had happened in that day, and most importantly, it was all too unbelievable.
Before everything became unknown, Wen Ziqing retained the good habit of his previous life: conserving his energy.
After waking from a nap, Wen Ziqing felt his stomach growling with hunger. He hadn't even managed to get any rice or water to stick to his teeth since breakfast yesterday, and now he was starving.
Wen Ziqing opened his eyes and saw a completely unfamiliar environment, and immediately remembered everything that happened yesterday.
Suddenly, the hairs on Wen Ziqing's back stood up. His keen senses told him that someone was spying on him.
Wen Ziqing got out of bed and stretched out on the floor, his eyes scanning the room. Nothing? How could it be? Wen Ziqing was puzzled.
Wen Ziqing's senses had always been sharp, almost impeccable. It was thanks to this keen sense that he had avoided numerous crises. Someone spying in the dark? An enemy? A friend? Or perhaps the master of this place, Taoist Master Baopu? So many questions suddenly crossed Wen Ziqing's mind.
There was a slight sound outside the door, but Wen Ziqing didn't show any expression on his face. He slowly turned in a direction and walked to the door silently.
Wen Ziqing quickly pulled the bamboo door open. As the door swung open, a young Taoist priest carrying a tray stumbled in. It was none other than Wen Zhu, the young Taoist boy who had entertained Wen Ziqing yesterday.
Wen Ziqing used his shoulder to support Wen Zhu's body as she was about to fall. His hands were not idle either, supporting the tray in Wen Zhu's hand that was about to tilt.
It was a close call, a bowl of thick white porridge almost spilled onto the ground.
"Scared...scared me! Senior Brother Wen, why didn't you tell me before you opened the door?" Wen Zhu reached out with a free hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, complaining. Although Wen Zhu was a Taoist child serving Wen Ziqing, according to the rules of the cultivation world, Wen Zhu called Wen Ziqing "Senior Brother."
Wen Zhu was a little embarrassed. He just came to deliver breakfast. Seeing that the sun was already high in the sky and Wen Ziqing had not gotten up yet, Wen Zhu, with the intention of flattering his new boss, brought a bowl of white porridge specially cooked by the cook for Wen Ziqing from the kitchen, and begged the cook to cut a plate of fragrant pickles for him. Then he came to the courtyard where Wen Ziqing lived.
Seeing that Wen Ziqing's door was closed, Wen Zhu didn't dare to call out loudly, so she had to stand outside the door to listen for any movement inside. Unexpectedly, after standing outside the door for a while, Wen Zhu was caught red-handed by Wen Ziqing.
Now... would the new Senior Brother Wen think I was trying to snoop on him? Wen Zhu felt a little uneasy. He was afraid of being punished by Wen Ziqing, so he took advantage of Wen Ziqing's new arrival and lack of understanding of the rules of the cultivation world to shift the blame onto him.
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