The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

After the two left, Gu Junming was still standing in front of the main hall, with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

He looks like a hermit.

For a while, he looked around vigilantly.

Make sure the person is really far away.

Gu Junming quickly took the quilt hanging on the bamboo pole and hurried towards the south gate.

His hurried appearance was witnessed by Nangong Xiuzhu who happened to be coming out of the main hall after burning incense.

Nangong Xiuzhu looked at the gradually blurred figure in confusion, but did not follow immediately.

Instead, he made some adjustments on the spot, changed direction, and walked towards the fire room in the back mountain without any hurry.

"Who cares? The world is big, but eating is the most important thing. Only when you are full can you have the strength to continue working."

"The goddess of Baihua Palace? Interesting..."

The scene changed, and Lao Ba, who lived in the South Gate, looked speechlessly at Gu Junming, who had made the bed in front of him.

His eyes revealed deep contempt.

"I have no other choice but to resort to this desperate measure."

Gu Junming laid out the spare bamboo mat.

Without even turning his head, he sighed, "With a few noisy guys gone, it's a rare moment of peace and quiet throughout the year. Shouldn't we cherish it?"

"I thought I could live a peaceful and idyllic life away from the hustle and bustle of the world."

“I never thought that life in the mountains would be more demanding than when I was young and adventuring in the world.”

Regardless of whether Lao Ba was listening or not, Gu Junming continued to complain to himself:

"In the past, when I encountered a difficult situation and felt helpless, I could just ignore it and act like nothing happened."

"We are all from Zhufeng, and we have been together since childhood. If we stand aside and watch, we will be counterattacked sooner or later, and it will be too late to regret it then!"

"Come to think of it, we are both brothers and sisters, so why can't we talk about it calmly?"

"This is a situation where you see people everywhere. One party has been wronged, and it involves more than just one person..."

Gu Junming kept talking non-stop, which was totally unlike what a respected senior brother should behave like.

Lao Ba could only shake his head helplessly at this.

He found a yellowed book, took out a feather awl, dipped it in ink, and sat down at the table.

Start scribbling in neat handwriting.

As for why it is called "scribbling", the reason is simple. The font that Lao Ba writes is not the common language in the market, but the standard handwriting from his hometown.

No one except Lao Ba himself knew what he wrote, and he had no intention of sharing it with others.

Keeping silent in front of others at all times is Lao Ba's best answer to himself and even to this world.

It seemed like it had become a habit. Gu Junming, who caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, stopped talking in time.

Leave Lao Ba a piece of peace and quiet for himself.

On the other side, the east room.

Wen Zilian was patiently explaining the theoretical knowledge about cultivation to Xi Zhaozhao.

She started by talking about the big realms, analyzing them one by one, and going deep into the small realms in each stage.

Maybe the process was a little annoying, but the good thing was that Xi Zhaozhao listened attentively and Wen Zilian didn't feel tired.

"Enter the spirit, expand the origin, open the sea, transform the bridge, the other shore, unite the thoughts, travel through the mysteries, and enter the divine palace."

"These are the eight ordinary realms in the popular sense. Throughout history, it has been rare for powerful people to break through to above the ordinary realm."

Wen Zilian and Xi Zhaozhao sat opposite each other, with a delicate and small coffee table placed between them.

On top of it were two exquisite porcelain cups filled with freshly brewed hot tea.

The tea is crystal clear, emerald green in color, and occasionally emits a hint of fragrance.

It is refreshing and relaxing.

"The world's impression."

"A cultivator can summon wind and rain, split mountains and cut rivers, possess supreme magical powers, comprehend the past, foresee the future, and possess the power to transform decay into magic, just like an immortal."

"But in our opinion, cultivators are just stronger mortals, and they are still a long way from becoming immortals."

Wen Zilian picked up the porcelain cup, blew away the hot steam, took a sip, and turned to look at the spring scenery in the distance.

Suddenly a breeze passed by, bringing coolness and the fragrance of flowers in the distance. The whole space was surrounded by this fresh and elegant atmosphere.

She put down the cup, closed her eyes and felt nature, and a natural Taoist charm flowed out of her body.

And this is the path that Wen Zilian pursues.

The way of nature, or the way that all things have spirits.

Wen Zilian opened her eyes after just a little reflection, and smoothed her hair that was messed up by the wind.

Continuing the topic, his tone was calm:

"Even in the eyes of powerful monks, weak monks are like ants."

"I was fortunate enough to glimpse the mysteries of a small corner of the avenue and learn a few tricks. I rely on these unorthodox methods to bluff in the martial arts world."

Ants...

Xi Zhaozhao tilted his head, looking confused.

According to what my senior sister said.

Has the eldest senior brother always treated her as an ant?

After all, the second senior brother and the third senior sister are so strong. As the founding disciple, the eldest senior brother is also the first direct disciple of the master, so his strength is naturally beyond doubt.

But...

Xi Zhaozhao's mind flashed with the image of Gu Junming half-lying on the armchair, cracking sunflower seeds all over the floor.

His casual attitude, as if life is just like this, makes it impossible to associate him with a strong person.

"But Senior Sister, there are only eleven people in our sect, including me. Before this, I had never even heard of the name Taiyi Sect."

"Moreover, the disciples' training is extremely diverse. There are sword training, talisman training, body training, spiritual training... and even magic training!"

Xi Zhaozhao was very puzzled:

"Could it be that all we have devoted our hearts to learning are nothing but inferior and unorthodox methods?"

If that's true.

That reality is so cruel...

"If you think so, you are totally wrong."

Wen Zilian smiled and said:

"When you have learned a little and have measured this vast land with your own feet, you will find that right and wrong can be clearly seen with the naked eye."

Xi Zhaozhao still didn't quite understand, but she could roughly understand it.

At least the supreme sword art that he pursued was not the junk that could be found everywhere in the world.

Before coming to Taiyi Gate, the monk Xi Zhaozhao had also seen it, although not many.

But he could definitely feel that compared to his second senior brother, he was not even a little bit behind!

in this case.

The value of the eldest brother continues to rise.

"Senior Sister, Senior Brother..."

Xi Zhaozhao's eyes sparkled with longing and admiration: "Isn't it amazing?"

"It was very powerful before." Wen Zilian nodded.

"what about now?"

Xi Zhaozhao hurriedly asked, the figure in her mind was still rising higher and was about to break through the clouds.

It was powerful before, so isn’t it even more powerful now?

"Hmm..." Wen Zilian raised her index finger, which was as white and tender as a scallion, placed it in front of her chin, and thought for a moment.

Just as Xi Zhaozhao was full of anticipation, Wen Zilian's expression slowly relaxed and he revealed a kind smile.

“Even more powerful.”

"Great!"

Hearing the answer she wanted, Xi Zhaozhao immediately smiled and cheered.

But I didn't have time to be happy for a while.

Wen Zilian poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"Zhao Zhao, how was your rest?"

"Okay, it seems my arm is still a little numb..."