Early summer is the season when mulberries ripen. Yun Nie found a few mulberry trees and picked and ate them. By the end, his mouth and fingers were all stained black.
Master is right, the redder the mulberries are, the better they taste. The red ones that are almost black in color are the sweetest, so sweet that they almost make your throat sick.
Yun Nie washed his hands in the pond, wove a small basket with soft willow branches, picked a basket of red and black mulberries, brought some to Sang Yue to eat, and took some back to make wine.
As usual, he walked back with the small basket in his arms. There was no one around and his steps were brisk.
Yuehua Mountain is very large, and even if there are several fellow junior brothers and sisters living here, they will not usually run into each other.
In fact, Yun Nie is the youngest among them, but because he is Sang Yue’s direct disciple, he has to be called senior brother.
It's a bit awkward to call each other like that, but luckily since we're not familiar with each other, most people just say hello when they meet and don't pester others to chat.
Master hopes to make more friends, even if not close friends, at least get along well with everyone... Master hopes Yun Nie will be cared for and loved by others, and hopes Yun Nie will have a broader world and more support and retreat.
Although Yunnie has tried hard in this regard, such as greeting people politely when meeting them, it still seems a bit difficult.
Yun Nie thought that his relationship with his fellow apprentices would be just as calm and peaceful as before.
Finally, a person appeared in front.
When he was stopped, Yun Nie was a little confused.
The person who appeared before him was a young man of similar age to himself but completely different: fair and beautiful, with exquisite and luxurious clothes, and an expression of arrogance and contempt.
Who is this...?
He was a complete stranger, whom Yun Nie had never seen before.
He gave him a strange look and decided to walk around him and continue walking forward.
"stop!"
But the man was here for Yun Nie, so how could he let him go so easily? He stood in front of him, speaking in an aggressive tone with hostility in his eyes: "Are you the Yun something that was picked up by the master and rose to the top by pretending to be pitiful?"
Yun Nie: “…”
Oh, by the way, registered disciples usually call Sang Yue "Master", which seems more respectful, but also a little distant.
Yun Nie didn't like to call him "Master" with them, he always called him "Teacher", and Sang Yue had no objection anyway.
So this person is also Sang Yue’s registered disciple.
Yun something something, probably refers to his own name, so Yun Nie nodded and kindly reminded: "Yun Nie."
A certain registered disciple who looked very rich stared at him closely, his brows furrowed more and more the more he looked.
Yun Nie stood there for a while, lowered his head and picked up the mulberries, and said, "It's okay, I'll go first."
Did he want to steal his mulberries? No need, there were still many on the tree, although he had picked the biggest, darkest and sweetest ones... Yun Nie felt a little guilty, but when he thought that these fruit trees originally belonged to his master, he felt justified again.
A certain disciple said: "I don't accept it!"
Yun Nie: “……?”
A registered disciple: "Why would someone like you be accepted by the master? Your cultivation is so low, your aptitude must be very poor. We are about the same age, why did the master accept you!!!"
People with higher cultivation levels will have a vague sense of those with lower cultivation levels, so the other party can feel that Yun Nie's cultivation level is very different from his own.
A registered disciple: "I, Qu Yu, have been seeking the master's help for so long, but the master refused to accept me as his disciple. How come you suddenly appear?"
He is not as good as me, why why why? This goes against common sense, I cannot understand it and I cannot accept it at all!
Yun Nie: "Oh, Master said, it's because of fate."
Qu Yu: "Stop showing off in front of me!"
Yun Nie: “…” It was obviously you who asked.
Yun Nie realized that the other party might not want to communicate with him at all, so he left with a basket full of mulberries.
But Qu Yu would not let him go. He chased after him, chattering angrily, trying to find out the real reason why Yun Nie came to power.
"My father is the head of the sect. Who is your father? Tell me if you can!"
Yun Nie: “…” He completely forgot that he had a father.
"I am the most gifted person in the sect in the past hundred years. I have a pure spirit, excellent bones, a broad pulse, and am born with auspicious signs... What are your outstanding qualities?"
Yun Nie: “…” Does it count as having a good relationship with the master?
"I am good-looking, with a clear mind, a graceful figure, and a beautiful face. How am I inferior to you?"
Yun Nie: “…” That’s not as good-looking as Master’s.
Qu Yu was so angry that he was about to collapse.
As the son of the sect leader, he has been the center of attention since birth. Not only does he have good external qualities, but his internal qualities are also unmatched. But why does Immortal Lord Yuehua refuse to accept him?
He always felt that he deserved the best, so his master had to be the best. Even though the Immortal Lord Yuehua refused to accept him, saying that they were not destined to be together and were not suitable, he still pestered her and became a registered disciple.
He thought that as long as he worked hard enough and was sincere enough, he would be able to impress the Immortal Lord Yuehua.
But what is the result...
This time when he left the sect, he completed a very dangerous mission, thinking that he could impress Yuehua Immortal Lord after he returned. However, when he came back, Yuehua Immortal Lord had a personal disciple.
When he heard the news, he couldn't believe it and thought his fellow disciples were teasing him.
Ha ha!
The result is true!
Just three months of gap, just three months of time... Qu Yu was not convinced!
Qu Yu really wanted to argue a few more sentences, but he said he was tired and his throat was dry, and Yun Nie didn't respond, which made him angrier and angrier.
He rushed forward and stood in front of Yun Nie again.
The sweet and sour fruit aroma hit him in the face, and Qu Yu swallowed hard.
Yun Nie: "...Do you want to eat? I'll give you some."
Qu Yu said bitterly: "No, I don't need your charity!"
Yun Nie said "oh" coldly, walked around him and continued walking.
Qu Yu looked at him in disbelief, unable to understand: "You're leaving just like that?"
Yun Nie ignored him, what else?
Qu Yu was almost mad to death. Although he wasn't really mad to death, it was almost like that.
In his opinion, Yun Nie's attitude undoubtedly showed that he looked down on him. This kind of nonchalant disregard did not even consider him as an opponent!
Since Qu Yu was born, no one has ever treated him so unfairly except the Immortal Lord Yuehua.
The grievances kept piling up, until they reached the top and finally exploded.
He burst into tears and chased after Yun Nie, tears streaming down his face, not caring about his image: "It's not fair! Why did the master not even look at me after I worked so hard for so long, but accepted someone like you as his personal disciple... The master's vision is too poor!"
Yunnie stopped walking.
Qu Yu's eyes were blurred from crying. She vaguely saw Yun Nie stop and realized that her words had finally left a ripple in the heart of this hateful guy. So she couldn't control herself and shouted, "Master has such a bad vision to accept someone with your qualifications as a disciple. Sooner or later, he will regret it!"
Yunnie put the fruit basket full of mulberries aside.
Qu Yu raised his hand to wipe away his tears, sneered, and was about to continue to make harsh remarks.
Suddenly, my eyes blurred, then went dark, and then my head started buzzing.
……what happened?
When Qu Yu fell to the ground, he hadn't reacted yet.
It was not until the next punch hit him in the face that he vaguely realized that in that brief moment, Yun Nie had turned around and attacked him without any moral integrity.
hatred.
anger.
Unbelievable!
In Qu Yu's brilliant life of just seventeen years, he had never encountered such a situation. How could a cultivator start fighting directly without using any magic, caring about his image or even saying hello?
And he used his fists?
How could this happen? If he used true qi, he would definitely not be able to beat me, but he actually used his fists and head!
"Don't say that Master has poor vision. Don't make Master regret it."
The voice was dull and cold. There was obviously no emotion in it, but it made people feel cold in their bones.
In Qu Yu's last consciousness before he fainted, these two sentences lingered like a curse.
Damn it, he looks so thin, but how can he be so strong...
Qu Yu didn’t know what fighting meant to Yun Nie in the past seventeen years of his life.
He didn't know how deeply the idea that failure means death could be ingrained in one's bones, nor did he know that the importance of cherishing one's physical strength could affect a person's destiny.
He certainly didn't need to know.
Those who need to know may never appear in his noble eyes in their entire lives.
Yunnie is the lucky one.
He cherished his luck, so he could not tolerate anyone speaking ill of the person who brought him all the happiness.
Yun Nie picked up a round stone, turned Qu Yu over, and smashed it hard on the back of his head.
Buzz——
The stone was blocked by the invisible true qi.
Qu Yu was wearing a protective magic weapon that would automatically activate when its owner lost consciousness.
Therefore, Yun Nie could only throw away the stone and grab Qu Yu by the back of his collar and drag him all the way to the top of the mountain.
I can’t handle it. There is no other way. I can only trouble Master.
Must become a little more powerful.
Yun Nie dragged Qu Yu, who was covered in grass, and stood in front of Sang Yue, with a small basket full of mulberries in his other hand.
"Something happened."
Yun Nie slowly recounted the entire experience.
"I'm sorry." Yun Nie handed the fruit basket forward and lowered his head to reflect, "Next time, I will handle it very cleanly and won't trouble Master."
Sang Yue took the fruit basket and pondered for a moment: "Xiao Nie, don't you think that there is something wrong with your perspective..."
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