There's something wrong with the general.

Zhiming waved his sleeves at the stone bench, and the dust on it disappeared.

Wen Yuxi was no longer surprised by this.

This is probably the Dust Purification Technique, a primary spell.

Wen Yuxi brought a spotless stone bench and sat down next to Zhiming.

I have nothing to do, so I might as well ask about the matter of cultivating immortals.

He propped his elbows on his knees, leaned slightly sideways, and said with a smile, "Zhiming, what do you think of my qualifications?"

Zhiming's eyes flickered slightly, and he said slowly: "I can't see it. Testing spiritual roots requires a magical instrument for detecting spiritual roots, which is only available in ordinary sects."

Huh? Could he really not see?

Because of his special physique, he is qualified to be a furnace.

People with this kind of aptitude learn very quickly and are one in a million.

The spirit of the weapon prevents him from being abducted by people with bad intentions.

So he had him practice a technique that could hide his physical condition.

I didn't expect it to be really useful.

The spirit of the weapon always says that Zhiming’s cultivation is not good enough.

But he is the only person he has seen who can compete with Xuan Yin.

Even Zhiming couldn't see his qualifications, so others probably couldn't see it either.

Wen Yuxi was delighted, it was settled!

Pull the bench forward little by little until your body is touching it.

Wen Yuxi nudged him lightly and spoke with a smile.

There seemed to be a calculation in his eyes that could be seen through at a glance.

"Brother Zhiming."

To appear approachable, he put on a bright smile and squinted his eyes.

She hugged his arms with both hands.

Zhiming lowered his eyes and glanced sideways.

The pair of white hands wrinkled the clothes on his shoulders.

Clutch it tightly.

As if afraid that he would not agree to his next request.

His eyes flashed, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he rubbed his fingers hanging at his sides.

A silent chuckle crossed Zhiming's face.

Just now you were calling me "Zhiming, Zhiming", but now you are calling me "Brother Zhiming"?

He opened his thin lips and uttered two words slowly: "You said..."

The smile on Wen Yuxi's face almost froze.

I thought to myself that if he didn't respond, I would shake his arm to make him utter the words.

When I heard his affirmative answer.

The joy in Wen Yuxi's heart was as blissful as horse racing on the grassland.

As if he had caught Zhiming's handle, he said excitedly: "This is what Brother Zhiming asked me to say, not me. If I don't say it, I will be sorry for the trust that Brother Zhiming has placed in me, so I decided to tell Brother Zhiming."

Zhiming couldn't help but laugh at his sophistry.

Wen Yuxi saw that he didn't look annoyed, but instead looked like he really wanted to know what he was going to say next.

He emboldened himself and asked patiently, "I wonder how many disciples will sit down with you, Master? Is the quota full?"

Zhiming was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that he would ask this.

He pursed his lips, his expression slightly serious, and replied slowly.

"I am the only one sitting under Master's seat."

Wen Yuxi blinked and squeezed his arm: "Isn't there another junior brother Zhiyu?"

The warm touch on his arm made Zhiming feel a little numb.

He tilted his head and gently moved his arms, trying to free himself from the restraints.

The result was that the grip was tightened even more.

Zhiming had no choice but to give up. He looked at him slowly before saying, "Actually, Junior Brother doesn't exist."

Huh? Are you kidding me?

Wen Yuxi looked at him with a complicated expression, waiting for the next words: "What do you mean?"

"Master calculated that he would accept two disciples in his lifetime. I was born into the Daoist sect and was accepted as a true disciple by Master at the age of six. But Master's second disciple has yet to appear. Master said it was because fate had not yet arrived."

It turned out to be the case.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but pout and complain, "Last time you said I looked like your junior brother, but it turns out no one has taken your junior brother's position yet."

Zhiming couldn't help but touch his head and smiled faintly: "Of course not, Master said that I have a cold personality and should marry someone who is more lively so that we can support each other. After all, the years of cultivation are long, and there will inevitably be..." lonely times.

Wen Yuxi gave him a strange look, curled her lips, and whispered, "Are you looking for a junior apprentice brother or a wife? What a bizarre request. Don't old monsters with high cultivation like to accept talented disciples to inherit their mantle?"

But although he said it, he still wanted to find someone to lean on.

Wen Yuxi leaned forward, looking as if he wanted you to touch his head.

"Brother Zhiming, what do you think of me? Am I lively enough?"

While speaking, his eyes blinked.

Like a cat with its nails retracted, acting cute and trying to please its owner.

Zhiming chuckled, "Yuxi, do you want to be my junior apprentice? But I didn't bring any gifts."

Wen Yuxi nodded wildly, rushed over, put her arms on his knees, and looked at him with her head raised and sparkling.

"Brother Zhiming, do you agree?"

Her eyes stared straight into his.

I was afraid that he would say no.

Zhiming placed his hand on his shoulder and smiled: "Still calling me Brother Zhiming?"

Wen Yuxi was overjoyed in her heart, and her face was full of joy. Her mouth was grinning, and her peach blossom eyes curved into an arc.

She straightened her upper body and threw herself into Zhiming's arms.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pressed her hands against his ears, and couldn't help but shouting repeatedly with joy.

"Brother, brother, brother......"

Calling over and over again, not feeling bored at all.

Zhiming couldn't help but be shocked.

There seemed to be mist gathering in his eyes, locking his gaze.

She wrapped her arms around his back, tightening her grip as if to make him merge into one with her.

He replied softly: "Junior brother, I'm here..." Always here.

The warm body dispelled the empty mood and slowly filled the void.

Wen Yuxi was too happy.

Reason gradually returned.

He stepped out of Zhiming's arms, sat back on the bench, and a trace of sadness appeared on his face.

"Brother, how can you help Master accept a disciple without permission? What if Master doesn't like me? If the test shows that my aptitude is poor, will he expel me from the sect?"

Zhiming touched his face with a smile and said soothingly, "Master has allowed me to help him accept a disciple. Don't worry, Master will definitely like you and will never expel you from the sect."

"really?"

Wen Yuxi looked at him uncertainly.

What master would give the right to choose a disciple to another disciple?

unless.......

His eyes lit up and Wen Yuxi thought of a possibility.

That is, Zhiming is Master’s biological son, or someone closer than a biological son.

Wen Yuxi felt that he had discovered the truth!

He was secretly delighted that he had hugged such a thick thigh.

Seeing the slight flicker in his eyes, I knew that something must be wrong in his mind.

Zhiming did not try to correct it either.

after all.....

From the beginning to the end, he has always been his junior fellow apprentice, hasn't he?

Zhiming's eyes dimmed slightly, and there seemed to be undercurrents in his pupils.

When Wen Yuxi raised her head and blinked at him, she disappeared in an instant.

Wen Yuxi held her chin and looked at him quietly.

Zhiming lowered his head and smiled: "Why are you looking at me?"

Wen Yuxi shook her head and said with a grin, "No, I just feel like this all seems unreal. Are you kidding me?"

Her fingertips brushed against his face, dust from the burning bonfire.

Zhiming suddenly stopped smiling and turned serious: "Junior brother, I won't lie to you, not now and not in the future."

Wen Yuxi blinked lightly, and her nose suddenly felt a little sore.

He turned his head away, trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst out.

Its eyes are red, like a red-eyed rabbit.

Zhiming sighed, pulled him into his arms, patted his back gently, and said nothing.

Wen Yuxi felt too embarrassed to face anyone.

He had almost never cried in his life.

But here, I cried twice!

Once for Wen Qianyi, and once for his new senior brother, Zhiming.

What a shame!