Mingxuan's expression turned cold when he heard this name from me. Ever since his junior uncle brought Mu Chongxi back, he had been suppressing his anger from beginning to end.
My words seemed to completely ignite his anger, and it seemed like he had finally found an excuse. Mingxuan grabbed the talisman and magic weapon in his arms and was ready to duel with him.
He has a bad temper, while Mu Chongxi is fearless.
"Come on," the young man waved his hand, holding the spirit sword in front of him, and said sternly in a childish voice, "I'm not afraid of you."
I watched for a moment and felt that neither of them seemed to be joking, so I immediately ran to find my master.
The master pretended to count with his fingers and thought that they could not be killed anyway, so he just went with them.
There was no other way, so I went to ask my uncle and the elders for help.
Mu Chongxi was still a bit behind in terms of cultivation, and although the spiritual sword in his hand was of high quality, it could not match Mingxuan's rich family background.
Even if he spent all his resources, he still couldn't win.
The two fought, and both were covered in dust and dirt. Judging from the injuries, the younger brother's was more seriously injured.
Whoever raised him will feel sorry for him. Elder Duan has been comforting the little junior brother.
Mu Chongxi was quickly coaxed into forgetting his previous unpleasantness and began to smile.
People's sorrows and joys are not the same, Mingxuan just thought they were noisy.
The uncle-master arrived late, glanced at them calmly, and said nothing.
Just when I suspected that my uncle finally couldn't stand the two of them anymore and was about to slap them to death, he brought Mingxuan back to Yuming Peak.
Let him kneel outside and reflect on himself.
The original words of the uncle were, "To cultivate the Tao, you must first cultivate your mind. You get angry at what others say. With such a perverse personality, are you planning to become a demon in the future?"
When I arrived, before I could say anything, I saw my uncle-master glance at me coldly and immediately knelt down. Thinking that the dispute was caused by me, I simply apologized with Mingxuan.
The boy's eyes and brows were hidden in the dim light, and he just glanced at me.
I think he must be very sad too.
I practice the way of being sentimental and take external things lightly. If I gain something, I am lucky, and if I lose it, it is my fate. To outsiders, I have a very good character.
Mingxuan has a personality opposite to mine. He cares a lot about how others see him.
I didn't try to persuade him. I knelt on the ground and stared at Yuming Peak with him in a daze.
After all, I am not some hermit who can clear up the fog and enlighten people with just a few words. Even my junior uncle can't get into his heart, so I can only be considered a fellow disciple with whom he has a good relationship.
We knelt for several days in a row, and we developed a little friendship as fellow disciples during that time. Since life in the sect was really boring, we would often sit on Yuming Peak to enjoy the scenery below the mountain.
We were still young at that time, and when we looked down we only felt that the sun and the moon were beautiful, and the mountains and rivers were romantic.
While admiring the scenery, you would occasionally run into your junior fellow apprentice who was practicing flying with a sword.
Mu Chongxi is also very lonely.
After all, he is the youngest in the sect, and anyone who passes by can give him a lecture.
There are three brothers above us, and when we see him, the most common words we say are:
'We are senior brothers'
You may be strong, but we are your seniors!
Starting from this identity, I have always been successful.
Mu Chongxi would always go down the mountain with his sword in hand to vent his anger.
Unexpectedly, this time when he went down the mountain, he actually brought someone back.
God knows how shocked I was.
My junior fellow apprentice liked her very much, and even recommended her when he was accepting his last disciple.
I think Mu Chongxi was probably thinking that if he could have a little junior sister who would be his direct disciple, then he would finally not be the youngest anymore.
…
The presence of a new junior sister in the sect has brought some liveliness to our simple and unpretentious cultivation life.
First of all, she is not like Mu Chongxi who would just get angry when being bullied.
For example, after Elder Zhao left the classroom, I casually stuffed a simple homework assignment into her arms.
She looked up at me. I knew that this junior sister was a very fast learner, so rote memorization was a piece of cake for her.
"Why give it to me?" Ye Qiao asked.
I smiled slightly and used the words that always worked against Mu Chongxi, "Of course, because I'm your senior brother."
Ye Qiao: “…”
She had a forbearing expression and remained silent.
I thought that was her awe for her senior brother's status.
As a result, the next day she put drugs in the gourd that contained my medicine.
...very good.
As the saying goes, competing with each other on the same leaf is endless fun.
If I dare to bully her today, she will stand on my grave tomorrow.
After hurting each other for a few days and not getting any advantage, she even took the initiative to complain to other elders.
Ye Qiao has always been flexible and young, so the other elders are particularly indulgent towards her, and I can never get the upper hand.
This can't go on.
Mingxuan was still brooding over Ye Qiao's previous statement that he would become a demon sooner or later, so I immediately urged him to go meet this junior sister.
It's obvious.
He didn't get any benefits. Even Elder Zhao, who had always been biased towards us, was furious and sent us to the library.
…
From an outsider's perspective, I think Mingxuan and Mu Chongxi don't get along, and I played a big role in their instigation.
But this doesn't make me a good person.
I am generous and gentle, and will give pills to any inner sect disciple. Occasionally someone gets poisoned after taking the pills, that's because they are a bunch of greedy cats who eat too much.
Every time Elder Zhao was accused, he would fly into a rage and take me to a restricted area, asking me to reflect on my actions.
I am often bored and hide in a forbidden area to sleep. It is warm and cozy.
That day, I was so sleepy that I yawned and guessed who the visitor was.
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