Chapter 41 The Southern Emperor
Because of Feng Huixue and Jiang Xingxing running away from home, Jiang Xianwan subtly delayed inviting his three senior brothers.
The three teenagers expressed that they were in a very bad mood, and what was even worse was yet to come.
Especially Jiang Xianwan.
The next day, the fat crane from the Taixu Sect flew to Broken Mountain and kept urging him on for a long time.
Four people in a bad mood were pushed to the next room by the unbearable beauty.
Upon hearing the news that she needed to enter the Hundred Swords Cave, Lin Yujin looked miserable, wishing she could tear off the new blue robe she had just changed into, which represented her being a direct disciple of the Phoenix Terrace.
"No way! I don't like sleeping in caves!"
He's a pill refiner!
Su Qingliu and Bai Ziye simultaneously grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away, succinctly stating, "Cultivate!"
Jiang Xianwan was chosen to stay behind.
Ignoring Hua Buxiu, who had been comfortably nestled in his armchair with his legs crossed the entire time, Xu Yanzhou, the sect leader, finally appeared and excitedly spoke up.
"Why should I clean up? What does it matter to me if the upper beam is crooked? I haven't even blamed him for leading me astray. Hua Mei... why should I be the one who gets hurt in the end for the mistakes my master made?"
"Disciple is not convinced!"
Hua Buxiu, who was admiring his long, slender fingers, thought: "..."
Xu Yanzhou listened to her rambling on and on, and directly hit her weak spot, "One hundred top-grade spirit stones a day."
Jiang Xianwan immediately stood at attention.
"Forget it, my master is old, I'm still young. It's not about the money, I just want to experience sweeping. Leave it to me."
"Oh, right, just give me the money directly."
Hua Buxiu: "..." Get lost.
Xu Yanzhou: "..."
Floating Platform.
Hua Buxiu brushed aside the layers of light gauze, her gaze sweeping over the still steaming tea in front of her, a strange glint flashing in her eyes.
"Why specifically name her and insist on having her go?"
His voice carried a hint of displeasure, clearly suppressed for a long time, "Yun Weize, you'd better be alright."
Her wide sleeves, like clouds, hung down to her knees, gleaming with a radiant glow, and she greeted us with a smile.
"Brother, let's not talk about that. We're brothers, how about we settle some accounts first?"
Hua Buxiu: "..."
Hua Buxiu's eyelids twitched, and the faint chill that surrounded him instantly dissipated like dark clouds.
Okay, speaking of losing money... then it's fine.
He pressed his finger to his lips, wisely choosing to avoid this sensitive topic.
His expression darkened again, and he said meaningfully, "She is my disciple."
Although Yun Weize is a revered emperor, he still has a lot of headaches when it comes to his brother.
The Phoenix Sword Master, who keeps calling his disciple a traitor, is definitely the most protective of his own.
His actions deserve to be questioned.
He pushed a cup of tea towards her and said bluntly, "Even if it weren't for her special constitution, I wouldn't bully a little girl like that."
Hua Buxiu's fingertips twitched slightly. She suddenly opened her eyes, her cold gaze fixed on him.
Although he trusted Yun Weize's character, this matter was rather strange.
Yun Weize was caught in a dilemma and helplessly raised his hand, "Brother, don't look at me like that."
"It is indeed out of personal reasons that I cannot tell you, but there is absolutely no danger."
Yun Weize rarely spoke so much at once, and he said with a hint of helplessness, "Don't worry, the initiative is in her hands. Jiang Xianwan is a smart woman; since she agreed, she probably has her own reasons."
"Heh." Hua Buxiu chuckled softly, staring at the steaming teacup, not minding that those hidden in the shadows would hear, "What if I were to make an enemy of the entire Northern Territory?"
Jiang Xianwan was extremely skilled in swordsmanship, but he disliked using swords and did not own one.
In the secret realm, Su Qingliu used his sword, and with a casual swing, he didn't believe Yun Weize wouldn't recognize the sword technique.
She subtly possessed the style of a direct disciple of the Eternal Sect, surpassing even those who received direct instruction in swordsmanship.
Who taught her?
He couldn't possibly be an elder.
Is it the mist, or someone else?
Why is Di Yin here, hiding in the shadows, afraid to be seen?
He had noticed it when Jiang Xianwan first used a tree branch as a sword to demonstrate swordsmanship.
Jiang Xianwan concealed his appearance and traveled thousands of miles to the southern territory.
Things were certainly not satisfactory before.
Now that he has taken her in, he will do everything in his power to protect her.
Even the clouds and marshes could not hinder him in the slightest.
"The Northern Border?" Yun Weize had no intention of deceiving, but he couldn't very well go through the motions and tell Hua Buxiu the truth. He smiled and stated his position, "Are we in the Southern Border afraid?"
He was not arrogant.
The Northern Territory has the Emperor and the Misty Deity, and these two brothers are certainly not just decorative figures.
Jiang Xianwan is a person with ideas.
Besides, it's best to clarify this matter as soon as possible.
To avoid getting too involved with Di Yin.
Thinking that two rare furnaces had appeared on the Xuan Gu Continent, and that they both seemed to have a great relationship with Di Yin, Yun Weize couldn't help but think more deeply.
If Jiang Xianwan is unwilling, then he will be completely his people in the Southern Territory, his people in the Taixu Sect, and his people in Yun Weize, and he will naturally take care of everything.
Di Yin was not one to force people to do things against their will, which is why he reluctantly agreed to give him a few days.
Yun Weize casually swept across the light and shadow behind the swaying veil, seemingly speaking to no one in particular.
"Now that she has joined the Taixu Sect, everything will be handled by the two of us."
Hua Buxiu hesitated for a moment, then gave a muffled snort and reluctantly agreed, though his narrow eyes still held a faint chill.
Yun Weize slowly raised his hand to support his forehead. Just as he was having a headache, Hua Buxiu's aura suddenly changed, revealing his true colors.
"We have to give a gift when we meet."
Yun Weize: "..."
Ren Hua kept glaring at him, but Yun Weize pretended to be blind, drank three pots of tea, and left him hanging.
He caught sight of a figure halfway up the mountain, straightened his weary body, and sat up a little more upright.
Jiang Xianwan strolled around, looking here and there, leisurely carrying a broom.
She asked Xu Yanzhou where she could sweep the floor, and the latter awkwardly rubbed his hands: "Why don't you find it yourself?"
He asked, but the Emperor ignored him!
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Jiang Xianwan wandered around the mountaintop.
It has to be said, being a disciple of the Sword Master is really useful; she can go anywhere as if she's in an empty place, and nobody cares about her.
After wandering around for a while, Jiang Xianwan picked up a broom and silently looked up at the sky.
Could it be that she's going to be in charge of the hygiene of the entire Taixu Sect?
That's not just a matter of a hundred spirit stones!
After thinking about it, I realized that I hadn't found the right place.
She raised her eyelashes and looked at the pavilion shrouded in mist, faintly enveloped by auspicious clouds. She slowly climbed up the pavilion, broom in hand.
It is clearly impossible to fly on a sword here, and there is an array that suppresses cultivation.
Jiang Xianwan passed through the transparent barrier, step by step, and finally ascended the Floating Platform, which seemed so close yet so far away, unattainable.
She rubbed her legs, then plopped down on the jade-white steps, exhausted, and took a bucket of cheese out of her mustard seed bag.
These cheeses were bought for Jiang Xingxing; they won't taste good if left out for too long.
Jiang Xianwan admired the rolling clouds and mist, her cheeks slightly puffed out, as she ate diligently and earnestly.
Yun Weize rested his elbows on the table, his long legs slightly stretched out. After looking at it for a while, he finally got tired. "Would you like some tea to refresh yourself?"
How can you eat so much?
That bucket was bigger than a basin; we must have eaten about half of it, right?
Jiang Xianwan: "...?"
Jiang Xianwan turned around, and a gust of wind blew, causing the light veil to flutter and revealing half of her face, which was as beautiful as jade and as beautiful as a god.
A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and said, "I don't like drinking tea."
Yun Weize: "...Then, shall we drink some water?"
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