Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

Thinking back on the thoughts in his head, Wen Baixu became more certain of this guess. Otherwise, why would this stranger be so hostile to him?

"Yes...it must be like this"

Amid the murmuring of affirmation, the boy finally fell asleep peacefully...

On the other side, on the towering mountain, there was a palace rising in the middle. The lights were on. Several people gathered together in the hall, some of them yawning from time to time. A middle-aged man with a scruffy beard sitting in the first seat had his eyes half closed, sitting cross-legged on a cushion at the bottom, and seemed to be muttering something quietly...

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, with a look of joy on his face.

"He's finally out..."

Seeing this, everyone who was sitting in their seats stood up quickly and looked out the door with sparkling eyes. They heard a whoosh and the silver door that was originally closed suddenly opened with a bang.

"Meet the Master Brother"

Except for the middle-aged man, everyone else bowed.

I only saw a figure gradually appearing on the empty seat.

"What are you gathering here for? I don't know when my Juechen Palace became a meeting place for meetings."

The figure slowly revealed his original shape and sat down in his seat.

"Master, this is not their fault. I took the initiative to gather you all here. I want you to make a decision on something."

The man leaned against the back of his seat, supporting his chin with one hand, his eyes flickering. He looked into the eyes of the person below him and suddenly spoke:

"Then I wonder what is the matter that requires the decision of a leader like me, who is not worthy of his title, and why even a leader like you can wait here?"

The lower-ranking people were a little angry when they saw his attitude, but they could do nothing about it. They could only soften their tone and continue, "Master, now is the once-in-three-years trial for selecting disciples for the sect, but now there are some troublemakers who want to take advantage of the trial... to disrupt our Qingyun Immortal Sect..."

"Who is that?"

The man at the head of the seat glanced at him coldly, as if trying to see some clues.

The middle-aged man shook his head, raised his head and continued: "I don't know, I just know that this thing is extremely powerful, like a monster, but this monster is that the first disciple of Zixiao Peak can't kill it, I don't know why."

"Qingfeng told you?"

He spoke indifferently, as if he had no interest in this at all.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, just nodded and looked at him.

The man on the first seat took his hands down, folded them, and stared at the ground in front of him. After a long while, he spoke.

"So you mean that this kind of monster might enter the sect and cause trouble during the trial?"

The middle-aged man nodded again after hearing this. "Yes, I have a vague feeling that something bad is going to happen, so I would like to ask the headmaster to come to the trial field in person so that he can personally select a suitable candidate."

The middle-aged man bowed again and said to the figure on the first seat:

The figure looked thoughtful. After a moment, he waved his white robe and a cold voice sounded.

"I will think about this matter again. Anyway, there are still a few days left. You just need to finish the content of the trial first, and we can discuss the rest later."

As the voice fell, the figure disappeared, and the people in the hall looked at each other, then bowed and said "yes"

They walked out in twos and threes.

The middle-aged man looked at the seat seriously, then sighed and turned to walk out the door...

Not long after everyone left, there seemed to be a gust of wind in the empty hall, which suddenly blew the originally open door shut, and the lights in the hall were also extinguished in an instant...

The next day, the small town, which was originally sparsely populated, seemed even more deserted under the gentle breeze. Wen Baixu had a good sleep. He groaned, sat up, stretched his body, rubbed his cheeks, and threw off the quilt. Just as he was about to get off the bed, he heard a "bang bang" sound from outside the door and the noisy words of a man and a woman arguing.

"Do you really think everyone is the same as you? There's a saying about you: you are very outgoing and you think everyone is your good friend, but in fact, that's just the way it is..."

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by being so familiar? This young master doesn't understand. The relationship between me and your young master was confirmed by your young master himself. I didn't say anything..."

Just as the woman was about to retort, the door of the room suddenly opened, and a furry, impatient little head popped out.

"If you want to argue, then speak louder. Are you speaking so quietly for me or for you two to hear? If there's nothing else, just go away."

As he was about to close the door, a hand quickly held the door open, and a foot stepped in and pushed the confused boy in.

"Hey, why are you so vulgar..."

Shi Niang, who was standing at the door, immediately pointed at the person inside who had his back to her. Just as she was about to roll up her sleeves and rush in, she was stopped by Cui Shao who had rushed over. Together they tried to persuade her, thus preventing a more intense quarrel from happening.

"Okay, Master, you're not angry, just relax. I'll go downstairs with you to have some food."

As he spoke, Cui Shao glanced at the young man inside the door, nodded apologetically, and then took the woman downstairs.

Seeing that the outside was clear, Redhead immediately closed the door, walked slowly to the table, sat down, poured a glass of water, raised it and took a sip, then put it on the table.

"You still need to exercise your small body. I will call you every day to exercise with me."

Seeing his expectant eyes, Wen Baixu rolled his eyes silently, walked to the table, and didn't say yes, but just glanced at him silently.

"Let's get back to the topic. Do you know what their annual trial is?"

Wen Baixu sorted out his thoughts and looked at him seriously.

"Hmm~ I don't know."

The red-haired man acted very serious, as if he knew the truth, but he ended up saying something like this.

Wen Baixu lost consciousness for a moment when he heard this and almost fell down. Fortunately, he held on to the table.

"Then you're still pretending like you know..."

"Wouldn't that make me even more inscrutable?"

Seeing this, Wen Baixu was completely speechless. He glared at the red-haired man and prepared to go back to bed and continue sleeping.

Redhead quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, saying in confusion, "What's the matter? You don't want to sleep anymore, do you? You don't want to eat breakfast?"

Wen Baixu looked back at his face, then moved his eyes from his face to his hand holding his

The red-haired man followed his gaze to the connection between the two, and quickly let go of his hand, looking at him with an embarrassed expression.

"I don't want to eat anymore. Go ahead and eat. You won't starve to death if you skip a meal."

After saying that, the boy walked towards the bed, but suddenly a force lifted him up, making Wen Baixu feel as if his body was flying in the air. But when he came to his senses, he realized that it was the red-haired man who was carrying him on his shoulders.

Wen Baixu screamed in panic and pounded on his back, struggling

The red-haired man pushed open the door with a smile on his face and ran downstairs carrying him...