Chapter 4 The Holy Father took out his own magical weapon
Senior sister, why didn’t you come? I was waiting for you.
Senior Sister...
The hoarse voice seemed to come from the belly, muffled and with a strange tremor, as if it was excited, but also as if it was blaming her.
Mingyueyi suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath and looking out the window with a pale face.
It was already bright outside, but there was no one clinging to her like a vine.
It's just a nightmare.
Mingyueyi sat weakly on the edge of the bed, frowning and covering his chest with one hand. His violent heartbeat seemed to be about to burst out of his chest.
This is the first time in years that I've had such a suffocating nightmare.
When the palpitations in her chest subsided, she stood up and sat down at the dressing table. Her eyes suddenly caught sight of the open window beside her, and her hand holding her hair paused.
Didn’t you close the window last night?
But she clearly remembered that she had closed it last night.
Ming Yueyi bit her hairpin thoughtfully, tying her hair while walking towards the window.
Open the window and look out.
The barrier was intact, with green mountains, green trees, and fairy mist, creating a beautiful scene. Except for a little crane that hit her barrier directly and knocked it unconscious, there was nothing different.
However, there is no one else except the second senior brother who can knock himself unconscious every time on the barrier.
Mingyueyi gently tied up her hair, walked out of her bedroom, and stood at the entrance of the cave to pick up the little crane that was still dizzy and sticking out its tongue on the ground.
She plucked a hair from it thoughtfully.
The little crane suddenly screamed and opened its eyes.
When it saw Mingyueyi's smiling face, it flapped its wings and started to speak like a human, as if it had seen a fellow creature.
"Junior Sister Yueyi, your senior brother has an appointment with someone to compete on the Prajna Platform today. Come and bet on your brother, and you will surely make a fortune! Come quickly, senior brother: Li Changming, stay." The Qingyun Sect is divided into four major cultivation systems, namely, alchemy cultivation, sword cultivation, weapon cultivation, and talisman cultivation. Fenjing Peak is the strongest peak in the Qingyun Sect, so the disciples of the other peaks always like to challenge Fenjing Peak.
However, sword cultivators are naturally apathetic and usually do not waste their time on competitions among their disciples.
Only the second senior brother always likes to accept challenges from disciples of other peaks, and he always wins. No one would bet on him to lose the competition.
Only a fool would bet on Second Brother's opponent to win.
Mingyueyi probably guessed that Second Senior Brother was short of spirit stones again, so he wanted to get the key points from her in a fair and open manner.
She didn't expose him, but just let Xianhe reply to let him know.
The little crane flew away happily.
Mingyueyi followed behind him with his sword.
Many people have gathered around the Prajna platform.
Mingyueyi walked out of the corridor and looked around with her beautiful eyes.
Normally, when Second Senior Brother competes with others, the outcome is already known, so apart from a few disciples who want to learn Second Senior Brother's swordsmanship, there is almost nothing else to watch. But today is special.
When the disciples from other peaks saw her coming, they all respectfully called her "Senior Sister Ming".
Ming Yueyi casually grabbed a fellow alchemist and asked, "Who is competing with Second Senior Brother today?"
The alchemy practitioner's sister was surprised: "Senior Sister Ming, don't you know? Senior Brother Li also competed with the disciples of Fenjing Peak."
Fenjing Peak of the Qingyun Sect has the fewest direct disciples, and there are rarely any competitions between disciples within the sect, so they came to watch the fun.
Mingyueyi frowned: "A disciple of Fenjing Peak?"
He Wujiu never accepts a challenge, so it's not her, nor is it Junior Sister Qingyun who is still at the Cliff of Regret. It can't be the Junior Brother he saw yesterday, who had just become a disciple not long ago, looked sickly, and was not suitable for practicing swordsmanship, but was more suitable to be a furnace for others: Pu Yuemin?
And Junior Sister Dan Xiu's next words confirmed what she was thinking.
"It's Junior Brother Pu."
As soon as Junior Sister Dan Xiu finished her words, someone suddenly shouted excitedly from the front.
"Brother Pu is here."
With a loud shout, Dan Xiu, who was still talking to her in front of her, blushed instantly. He didn't bother to talk to her and hurriedly ran towards the crowd.
The disciples around also gathered over one after another, as if they had seen some treasure. Soon the area was empty and only Mingyueyi was left standing there.
Mingyueyi looked in the direction where the crowd was surrounding him.
A red-crowned crane with snow-white fur and a red tinge on its forehead flew down from the spire of the Prajna Terrace. Sitting on it was a slender and handsome young man with long, emerald eyebrows and a moon-like appearance. He was wearing a white robe and a red smock, which made his abnormally pale skin glow softly in the dim light.
He broke through the Spring Dynasty and descended from the Prajna Platform under the admiring and loving gazes of everyone.
I don’t know if it was Mingyueyi’s illusion.
She seemed to feel the young man who had descended from the red-crowned crane. When he raised his eyes, his gaze became tangible and fell on her through the bustling and noisy crowd.
Just as she was about to take a closer look, her shoulder was suddenly touched by a dagger.
"Junior sister, where are you looking? Senior brother is here!"
Ming Yueyi looked away, sideways at the young man in the black robe and golden crown in front of her. She lowered her dark eyelashes slightly, staring at the short sword on her shoulder piled with luxurious jewels and rare spiritual stones, and reminded him in a calm voice: "Second Brother, sword, don't hurt me by mistake."
Li Changming put away his dagger and put it back into the scabbard. He touched his nose and wondered if he had just been scolded by his junior sister.
"Junior sister, did you bet on me to win just now?"
Ming Yueyi shook his head: "I just arrived, Senior Brother, why are you suddenly looking for Junior Brother to compete with?"
It was he who challenged his junior fellow apprentice to a competition, not like those people before who issued a challenge to him.
Li Changming shrugged and took her to another place, saying, "Avenge Junior Sister Qingyun."
The two stopped at the place where the gambling was set up.
He said, "It's about to start. Hurry up and place your bets on my victory today. I guarantee you'll make a killing and recover all your previous losses in one go."
Before Mingyueyi could speak, he took her to the betting table.
Mingyueyi took a quick look and took out a spirit stone the size of a fingernail from the bracelet and slowly placed it where there were more spirit stones.
Before he could lower his hand, it was blocked.
Mingyueyi raised her eyes and looked at Li Changming, whose face was flushed, in confusion.
Li Changming: "Junior sister! You won't even support me?"
Ming Yueyi looked at him with an inexplicable expression and explained in a gentle voice, "I am holding you hostage."
Normally, the second senior brother would win, so many people bet on him, but what he earned was not the spirit stones he bet on, but the promise of receiving compensation from the loser if he won the competition.
Li Changming pointed at the name on the table with a wooden face: "Junior sister, look carefully again. If it's not Senior Brother, whose name will you put your hand on next?"
Mingyueyi glanced at the table.
The table was divided into two parts. In one part, spirit stones were piled up like a mountain, and no name could be seen underneath. In the other part, not even half a spirit stone could be seen, and the word "Li" was printed on the table.
Ming Yueyi looked at him in surprise: "Second Brother, will you lose?"
Hasn’t Pu Yuemin just been your disciple for less than two months?
No matter how talented he is, he can never beat the second senior brother who has been practicing since childhood. How come no one bets on the second senior brother to win?
She thought she had seen it wrong and looked at the words at the top again.
It is a bet to win the game.
"I will definitely not lose, that's why I called you here so that we can win together." Li Changming used a dagger to move her hand to his own.
Mingyueyi loosened his fingertips, and the spirit stone was swallowed by the toad spirit with its mouth wide open on the table.
Li Changming added, "It's too little. Bet more. When you earn these spirit stones, I'll share some with you. Next time there's something good like this, I'll come back to you."
"Um."
Mingyueyi would not refuse something that was sure to make money. He took out a bag of spirit stones from his storage bag and threw it into the toad spirit's mouth.
Li Changming looked at the displayed name and his expression became better.
After the two men placed their bets, they came out.
Ming Yueyi turned around and glanced behind him. He saw people still rushing forward to bet on Pu Yuemin to win, and asked curiously, "Why are they all betting on Junior Brother to win?"
Li Changming's face was expressionless as he sat on the steps polishing his sword. "Of course it's because I like him."
"Do you like him?" Mingyueyi turned around.
"Yeah." Li Changming nodded and said, "You just came back yesterday, so you don't know what's happened recently. Ever since he became our disciple, everyone in the sect has disliked him. He's always surrounded by people, as if possessed by some evil spirit. Even Junior Sister Qingyun was like that. The first time she saw him, she insisted on becoming his Taoist partner. Junior Sister Qingyun is still imprisoned in the Cliff of Regret."
As soon as she heard that Second Senior Brother was going to compete with Pu Yuemin, she vaguely guessed that it was probably because of Junior Sister Qingyun.
But she was a little surprised to blindly bet on a game that was obviously going to lose, and then that surprise disappeared into dust.
Mingyueyi looked towards the crowd.
There was fanaticism and obsession in the eyes of those who surrounded the past.
Just like the shallow impression she had of Pu Yuemin in her memory, it was worthy of her memory.
Few people in the sect who had seen him disliked him. Both men and women were extremely obsessed with him. He should have a very good temper, but she couldn't remember how good it was.
She didn't pay attention to him in the following lives, and was completely focused on how to escape the plot. Her greatest memory of him was that she had imprisoned him and some hearsay.
Once, in order to save his fellow disciple who was possessed by an evil spirit, Pu Yuemin took out his life-saving magic weapon and gave half of it to his fellow disciple.
It seemed that his treasure had been stolen from him and he almost died. However, after he woke up, the sect leader gave him the right to deal with the person who killed and stole the treasure. He actually felt pity for the person because his spiritual roots had been abolished and the tendons of his hands and feet had been cut. He would no longer be able to practice in the future, and even if he went down the mountain to become an ordinary person, he would have difficulty lifting heavy objects, so he chose not to pursue the matter.
Not only that, she also heard that he dragged his injured body to personally see her off down the mountain.
Ming Yueyi couldn't understand such a person who repaid kindness with grievances. Fortunately, he joined the Fenjing Peak, a sect of sword cultivators, and there were not many magic weapons to steal. Otherwise, everyone in the sect would have regarded him as a treasure trove.
In her opinion, all these events showed that Pu Yuemin was too kind and was indeed a natural father.
With his saintly heart, he can't survive in the world of cultivation.
The drums sounded long and loud, and the cranes heard the sound and landed on the green tiles of the spire.
"Okay, junior sister, I'm going to the stage." Li Changming stood up and flew towards the ring.
The young man had already stood tall on the stage, his long hair as soft as black silk hanging down to his ankles like a black shawl. As Li Changming came on stage, he raised his sickly pale hand and grabbed a red snake-shaped sword from the void.
His eyes fell on Li Changming, and the corners of his thin, pale lips raised into a smile: "Senior Brother."
This was the first time Mingyueyi heard his voice since they met.
I wouldn't say it sounds particularly good, but it's not bad either. On the contrary, it's like someone who hasn't spoken in years and has just learned how to make sounds. There's something indescribably odd about it.
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