Quick Wear: Don't come over here, you are looking for trouble

[Ding, we have entered a new world. ]

"Junior brother, junior brother, A Yuan!"

His shoulders were pushed again and again. Xu Bai grunted, curled up his body, and groped with his fingers to pull the thin quilt over and wrap himself up.

"Wake up quickly, Master is coming out of retreat today!"

The two words "Master" worked as always. The man rubbed his eyes with his hands. Qu Yao held his arm and helped him sit steadily. Xu Baifeng stood up and put on his shoes. He used a cleaning technique and looked at himself in front of the bronze mirror several times.

"Hurry up, ancestor."

Qu Yao was the first to step onto the long sword. He turned around and bent slightly, then stretched out his hand. Xu Bai handed his hand to him, and the two of them stood steadily on the thin sword surface.

This sword is called Wuji, and it is Qu Yao’s natal magic weapon.

The wind was quite strong and Qu Yao's hair didn't move at all, but Xu Bai behind him shivered several times and finally sneezed.

High in the sky, the wind is still cool.

Qu Yao didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but the disciples below looked up and said, "Hey, it's the senior brother from the Changsheng Sect! The senior brother from the Changsheng Sect brought his junior brother with him!"

“How can one carry two people on his life magic weapon!” The female disciple held her face in her hands, her voice full of envy and a little jealousy, “That’s Wuji…”

……

Xu Bai: [Xianxia world?]

Liu Er: [Flying around, do you like it? ]

This body is called Bamboo Kite, the Kite in Chinese.

The village was attacked by a monster, and the Changsheng Sect took it as their mission to eliminate monsters and defend the way of Taoism. Jiang Weizhou just turned his eyes and saw Zhu Yuan who was captured in mid-air, kicking his legs and unable to shout.

Her white clothes are whiter than snow and her figure is graceful.

Zhu Yuan was held in the arms of the immortal. He could smell the faint bamboo fragrance on him. With a light touch of his fingers, all the dirt was removed.

From that time on, Zhu Yuan had the intention of defiling the immortal.

Unfortunately, fate played tricks on people. For more than ten years, the world was in chaos, and even the combined forces of the sects could not suppress the evil spirits. The Heavenly Dao calculated a hexagram with the date of birth written on it.

Zhu Yuan was pushed into the weapon refining pool by Jiang Weizhou, and was melted into a magical weapon that could break all evil spirits.

At this point the sect’s crisis was resolved and Jiang Weizhou ascended to immortality.

Admired by people all over the world.

Xu Bai closed his eyes and quickly flipped through the memories of Zhu Yuan.

"A Yuan!" Qu Yao was shocked when he noticed that there was no movement from the person behind him. He turned around and found that Xu Bai had his eyes closed.

Junior brother has been sick for several times since he was brought back by the master. Although he is now taking body-strengthening pills on time, he still looks thin and weak.

"Ah?" Xu Bai opened his eyes, his slightly drooping eyes made him look innocent and pitiful. "I was a little dizzy just now, but I'm fine now. Brother, let's go see the Master!"

Qu Yao frowned, "It must be the wind that blew it. I heard that my uncle has a magical instrument that can block the wind. I will go and get it for you in a few days."

Who among those who practice cultivation doesn’t know the spell to avoid wind and rain?

Xu Bai just curled his lips slightly after hearing this, his tone was three parts self-mockery and four parts helplessness, "Brother, you don't have to worry about A Yuan, originally..."

Before he finished speaking, Qu Yao had already completed the sentence in his mind. After he put away his sword and stood on the ground, Qu Yao patted Xu Bai on the shoulder with his palm. The scorching heat came through his clothes and said, "Remember, you are a member of the Changsheng Sect. If anyone says something gossipy to you, just tell your brother!"

Qu Yao was born into a famous family, and he was full of righteousness. He looked at his junior brother with a look that was more affectionate than that of fellow disciples. "In the Changsheng Sect, no one can bully you."

[Qu Yao’s Favorability: 70]

It really has some extraordinary meaning.

Xu Bai lowered his head as if to hide the expression on his face, and there was a hint of crying in his voice.

"Ah."

Qu Yao stared at the top of his head, feeling pity in his heart. Putting one hand on his shoulder felt it was not enough, so he reached out to hug Xu Bai in his arms to comfort him.

Just as his arm was about to tighten, Xu Bai stepped back gently, his face as if stretched out like a picture, his eyes curved, he took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Weizhou's snow-white sleeve, "Master, you are here."

Qu Yao curled his fingers, lowered his head, and called out, "Master."

Jiang Weizhou's eyes moved between the two of them.

He secluded himself for three months and saw that Qu Yao showed signs of breakthrough again. It turned out that he was indeed a man of extraordinary talent.

"Not bad." Jiang Weizhou raised his thin lips slightly, and after praising, his gaze stopped at the sleeve that Xu Bai was holding.

"Master, A Yuan misses you so much."

Realizing that Jiang Weizhou's eyes were on him, Xu Bai shook his body slightly, raised his head to look at the man, his eyes full of joy and obsession.

Xu Bai exclaimed, "The target of the strategy really lives up to the name Jiang Weizhou, what a nice appearance."

Liu'er knows his temper best.

Sure enough, Xu Bai laughed “hehe” next, and he was ready to fight. [It would be such a great sense of accomplishment to bring such an otherworldly immortal down to earth! Just thinking about it makes me excited~]

The young man's eyes were clear, but Jiang Weizhou couldn't help feeling a little disappointed as he looked at this last disciple who had made no progress in more than a decade.

He moved his thin lips and said these words calmly, "You have made no progress in the past three months. Go practice swordplay today. If you don't learn the tenth move, you will not be allowed to have dinner."

Jiang Weizhou had been fasting for a long time, and Qu Yao could do without porridge and rice, but Xu Bai couldn't. He even had his own small kitchen, where he could cook up all kinds of random things to eat.

“…Master…”

The cloth in his hand was pulled away lightly. Jiang Weizhou's clothes were also a magical weapon that could avoid water and fire. They were so soft and light that he couldn't catch them.

The smile on Xu Bai's face froze and his eyes slowly turned red.

"A Yuan."

Qu Yao wanted to comfort him, but Xu Bai ignored him and turned and ran away.

When Xu Bai stood firm in the bamboo forest holding the sword, Liu Er was a little surprised, [Really practicing? ]

Xu Bai: [Of course.]

The most basic moves, not difficult.

As Xu Bai swung his sword, he kept saying to Liu'er, "Zhu Yuan is not incompetent, nor is he hopelessly stupid."

Liu Er: [How do you say that?]

Xu Bai saw some memories belonging to Zhu Yuan.

When he first came to Changsheng Sect, he often fell ill. Every time he fell ill, Jiang Weizhou would appear more often.

Later, as he grew up, Zhu Yuan felt that using "illness" to keep people was not enough. He discovered that if something went wrong, Jiang Weizhou would pay more attention to him.

So gradually, Zhu Yuan went from being studious and hardworking to becoming increasingly mediocre in talent.

Xu Bai: [Zhu Yuan wanted to keep Jiang Weizhou, but unfortunately his handsome and extraordinary master was devoted to Taoism.] He sighed, [It was so hard to see his long-cherished master, but he was punished. Zhu Yuan felt angry and wronged, so of course he had to wield his sword to vent his anger.]

The long sword kept moving, and the messy moves made the bamboo leaves rustle, and Xu Bai's hands were also cut with several small cuts.

Exhausted and his moves slowed down, Xu Bai wiped the sweat from his face with one hand, and tears fell as he blinked.

He couldn't stop crying. He threw his sword away with a clang, squatted down, hugged his knees, and sobbed.