There's something wrong with the general.

Zhiming was slightly stunned. He had not expected him to reply like this. After a long while, he slowly said, "I am learning swordsmanship from Master. If you want to learn other things, I am afraid..."

There was something unfinished in his words.

But Wen Yuxi could vaguely guess that if he changed his training direction, he would probably have to follow other elders.

Whether the other elders would accept him or not is another matter.

Wen Yuxi also thought about this problem, so he didn't make up his mind.

At this moment, Zhiming suddenly grabbed his shoulders, as if he had made a great decision.

"If Junior Brother wants to study under other elders, I will definitely help him convince Master."

When Wen Yuxi heard this, his body suddenly shook, and his eyes moved slightly, slowly falling on Zhiming's eyes.

His dark eyes reflected his own figure, and the tolerance in his eyes almost overflowed.

Wen Yuxi clenched his fists stiffly, his eyes flickering uncontrollably.

"Brother, I..."

Zhiming smiled slightly and patted his head: "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it."

Wen Yuxi shook his head, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

If you encounter a bottleneck in your cultivation while following this master, you can ask your senior brothers for help.

If I follow other masters, if they are responsible, it would be fine, but if they are irresponsible and just don't care about anything, what should I do?

Senior brother’s cultivation might be much better than that of other elders.

Their Jiuxuan Sect only has one elder in the Nascent Soul stage, and the other elders are probably just like that.

If you like other fields in the future, can't you just choose to minor in them?

When Wen Yuxi thought of this, his eyes lit up.

Yes, he almost forgot the purpose of coming to Jiuxuanmen.

He came here just to gain spiritual energy. He has the big boss Qi Ling by his side, so he doesn't have to worry about the skills.

"Brother, after we enter the sect, who should we live with? Do all the disciples live together?"

Zhiming was slightly stunned. They were just talking about which elder to choose, how come the topic turned to the housing issue?

He slowed down and said, "Nine Profound Sect disciples are divided into menial jobs, outer disciples, and inner disciples. These disciples live separately according to their categories."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yuxi asked anxiously, "Does Senior Brother also live with the other inner disciples?"

Zhiming shook his head and explained, "Master is the Grand Elder, and the headmaster has carved out a separate peak for him. I live with Master in Yuping Mountain now."

Wen Yuxi blinked and asked softly, "Does Master often stay in the mountains, or travel?"

Zhiming's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Wen Yuxi meaningfully, with a hint of inquiry in his tone.

"What do you want to say..."

Wen Yuxi patted his head, feeling annoyed at himself for getting too complacent.

He just wanted to find out about his master's whereabouts. He was afraid that living on the same mountain with his master would affect his communication with the spirit of the weapon.

Wen Yuxi smiled awkwardly, opened his eyes wide, and tried to reply with a sincere tone: "If Master wasn't often in the mountains, who would teach me?"

After saying that, she winked at Zhiming playfully.

After hearing this, Zhiming looked at him intently for a long time and said softly.

"Junior brother, are you planning to learn the way of the sword?"

Wen Yuxi nodded heavily and began to speak sweetly: "I want to be with my senior brother. It doesn't matter whose name it is. I want my senior brother to teach me."

Although there is some truth to this, the statement is a bit exaggerated.

Wen Yuxi felt her lips were burning as she spoke, but the words had already been spoken, so she looked back into Zhiming's eyes without any guilt.

He just wants to lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade!

Senior brother has such a high level of cultivation, so his status in the Jiuxuan Sect must be quite high.

His master is so elusive, it's better for him to follow his senior brother.

He blinked, leaned forward slightly, and suggested excitedly.

"Brother, how about you accept me as your disciple?"

"No."

Zhiming refused without hesitation.

Wen Yuxi felt hurt when she saw the indifference in his eyes. Her smile froze, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes drooped slightly, with a look of loss.

Zhiming seemed to be aware that his tone was too harsh, so he paused and softened his tone.

"As my junior apprentice, I can still teach you, but I can't be your master."

Wen Yuxi didn't really want to be Zhiming's disciple, he just asked casually.

But what he got was Zhiming's firm rejection, which made him feel bitter.

I don't understand what he means.

Zhiming slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch his head, but put it down in vain. He placed his hand on Wen Yuxi's back and patted him.

"Master calculated that I was not destined to be a disciple, not because he was unwilling..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yuxi understood what he meant.

Is this an explanation to myself?

Who knows if it's just fabricated.

But he didn't seem to have any right to blame anything now. It was his senior brother's tolerance that made him forget himself for a moment.

Wen Yuxi raised his head and smiled.

"Yes, I know."

Zhiming couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw the smile in his eyes.

The flying sword suddenly stopped.

The huge inertia caused Wen Yuxi to rush forward.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Zhiming stretched out his long arms and hugged him tightly.

Wen Yuxi's heart was pounding and he looked at Zhiming with a frown, wondering why he stopped halfway.

She placed her hands on his chest, steadied herself, and slowly moved backwards.

But his body didn't move at all.

His hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, and he couldn't move at all.

Wen Yuxi's eyelids couldn't help but twitch. What was going on? Was he going to kill someone to silence him?

He raised his finger tremblingly, poked Zhiming, raised his eyes slightly, and asked hesitantly: "Brother... why did you stop?"

Zhiming looked at him deeply with his dark eyes, without responding.

He had never looked at her like this before. Wen Yuxi felt a little uneasy and tried to test him in a low voice.

"Brother, your spiritual power is running low. We can just walk down."

Zhiming paused for a moment, and after a while, the strength in his hands eased a little.

But even so, Wen Yuxi couldn't break free.

At this moment, he didn't dare to retreat, and didn't know how to react.

"If Junior Brother really wants to worship under my name, it is not impossible."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he said this as if he had made a great decision.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but hold his forehead when he heard this.

Why is this matter considered unresolved?

It was all his fault for being so mean and saying that casually.

Wen Yuxi was just shocked by his indifferent look before, and of course she felt a little uncomfortable.

But this matter has been turned over.

Then he curved his eyebrows and smiled, "I was just joking, just saying it casually, why did you take it seriously, Senior Brother?"

When Zhiming heard this, his eyes were slightly stunned, as if he was unable to react.

Hesitantly asked, "You... were just joking? Okay, that's perfect."

Seeing that his expression had softened, Wen Yuxi raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Then if I really want to become your disciple, will you refuse, Senior Brother?"

Zhiming let go of his waist, slowly held Wen Yuxi's hand, lowered his eyes and whispered.

"If you insist, I will agree, but you still need to remember the names of other elders..."

Wen Yuxi tilted her head, glanced at him sideways, and said in a clear voice, "Is it because of the prophecy that Senior Brother is destined to have no disciples? That doesn't sound like a big deal."

Zhiming's grip gradually increased, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. "If that's the case, I'm afraid it will be harmful to Junior Brother's life. Since Junior Brother has no intention, that's all the better."

Wen Yuxi scratched his head, really confused by the prophecy, but for An Zhiming's sake, he agreed.