Returning to his residence, Zhao Jiuge, who was originally preparing to surprise Luo Xie, unexpectedly found that he saw no one and the residence was empty. Then he thought about it and realized that today happened to be the beginning of the month, so everyone should have gone to listen to the coach's teaching.
Zhao Jiuge, who couldn't wait any longer, hurried towards the Xuantianfeng Church. As he got closer, he heard the still fiery and stern voice of Coach Zhou, who was tirelessly teaching and explaining something.
When Zhao Jiuge's face appeared in front of everyone, the air seemed to freeze for a short time. Then everyone ignored the presence of Coach Zhou and burst out with a loud noise. They all gathered in front of Zhao Jiuge. The joy in their eyes was clearly beyond compare. Fake, only some of the children from aristocratic families looked a little embarrassed and did not come forward because of their feelings, but the same thing was that their eyes were also full of joy.
Coach Zhou looked at this scene with a smile, and couldn't help but touch his lower beard with his right hand. Then he looked Zhao Jiuge up and down, and nodded lightly, "Not bad, we haven't seen each other for almost a year, breath." I’m a little more solid, and I’ll go to the Deacon Hall next month.”
No one knows what Zhao Jiuge has done in the past year more clearly than Coach Zhou, and the head coach has given some instructions. Coach Zhou doesn’t say it on the surface, but he is actually a little happy in his heart. A piece of good jade cannot be used unless it is polished. It also takes a long time to polish before it can shine temporarily.
Stepping forward and patting his shoulder, Coach Zhou didn't say anything to Zhao Jiuge and walked away, but his eyes were full of joy when he left. Then he looked back at the twenty or thirty disciples and said, "That's it for today. If you have any questions, I'll talk about it next time. Next time is the last chance to explain. Then you all go to the Deacon Hall to receive tasks and practice."
When dealing with these disciples, Coach Zhou was not as kind as he was to Zhao Jiuge, and his words were harsh.
When Coach Zhou left, the remaining disciples had no scruples. They all asked Zhao Jiuge about his current situation in the past year in a few words, scrambling for the first place, so that Zhao Jiuge didn't know how to answer.
Luo Xie, who had an impatient temper, didn't care about other people. He hugged Zhao Jiuge when he remembered. He looked a little excited. On that day, Zhao Jiuge was taken away to Sijian Cliff for solitary confinement. No one felt more guilty than Luo Xie. Zhao Jiuge was entirely because of He ended up like this. After a brief hug, the two separated, looking at Luo Xie's lips that were trembling with excitement, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Zhao Jiuge laughed and scolded, then punched Luo Xie on the shoulder, "Why are you still so virtuous after a year? How is your cultivation and determination?"
Unexpectedly, Luo Xie was still the same virtuous person. He scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled innocently. There was still no trace of evil in him. He said with some embarrassment, "My cultivation has improved a lot. I have reached the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm like you." , but the Sword Qi Tongxuan chapter is still unclear."
After saying that, looking at Zhao Jiuge's aura that felt a little different all over his body, maybe thinking of himself, Luo Xie giggled twice again.
"We brothers held candles and talked and had two drinks at night. The one-year period is coming soon, and then we can go to the Deacon Hall to receive tasks and earn tribute." Zhao Jiuge patted the brother who lived in the same room with him. His eyes were full of gentle smiles. After speaking, he ignored Luo Xie and dealt with the words of others.
Because the disciples of this generation were taught by three coaches, there were only about thirty people in this church. Therefore, many of Zhao Jiuge's acquaintances were not seen, but there was one person who clearly remembered him, and that was Zhou Dahu.
At this time, Zhou Dahu blushed and had a thick neck. When he saw Zhao Jiuge returning, he immediately ordered the person next to him to go out. He didn't know who to inform. Then he stood with a embarrassed look on his face and watched Zhao Jiuge and Luo Xie exchanging greetings.
After chatting with Luo Xie, Zhao Jiuge finally looked at him. Zhou Dahu suddenly became a little reserved. He didn't know how to say hello, but Zhao Jiuge chuckled softly and said, "Zhou Dahu, I haven't seen you for a year, and you have gained strength again. Later, There is no conflict with them anymore."
Facing Zhao Jiuge's question, Zhou Dahu immediately shook his head violently with excitement, waving his hands, and quickly replied, "No, no, since Senior Brother Zhao left, everyone is practicing with peace of mind. , many people have achieved breakthroughs in their cultivation, and now they are waiting to practice sword techniques, and then go to the Deacon Hall to understand the tasks and hone themselves."
In fact, after Zhao Jiuge left that day, not only did the words and threats left by Coach Zhou prevent these disciples from being arrogant, but also because of Zhao Jiuge's lunatic behavior that day, which made these young people from aristocratic families fearful and at the same time more... A hint of admiration, but in the end he directly stepped forward to take all the responsibilities. The children of the aristocratic family who had no hatred at first did not think of causing trouble. The relationship between the two parties became more harmonious. Only Bai Zimo still refused to give up, but did not show it. Instead, he buries the shame in his heart and waits for revenge one day.
On the other hand, Mu Zijun has rarely been on the road since then, focusing on practicing, and he doesn't know what's going on.
Hearing Zhou Dahu's answer, Zhao Jiuge felt relieved, fearing that these teenagers would be bullied again. Because of the environment in which he lived since childhood, Zhao Jiuge had suffered enough cold looks and bullying. He knew what it was like, so he had a deeper understanding than ordinary people, and he had a deeper understanding of those who bullied others and were afraid of being bullied. The guy was disgusted.
Zhao Jiuge has always had trouble with his eyes. Even if the matter has nothing to do with him, he will still come forward. His cultivation is to gain a peaceful mind, to kill all the dogs in the world, and to take care of the injustices in the world.
After chatting with a dozen disciples from humble families around him, those young people from aristocratic families who were watching slowly gathered around and greeted Zhao Jiuge with a slight smile, but Zhao Jiuge didn't feel jealous. Ignore them, after all, both sides need to get off the ground, and they are both disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect and there is no deep hatred between them.
After a few casual conversations, the seven or eight young men from the aristocratic family said goodbye and left. Although Zhao Jiuge was back now, he could not offend such a fierce man, but these young men from the aristocratic family wanted to have a warm face but a cold butt. Even if I try to make friends, I can't do it. Fortunately, I have a good start now.
Zhao Jiuge, who has seen the complexities of people's hearts, knows very well, and Zhao Jiuge is also happy to repair the relationship with them. After all, these young people are not bad-hearted, but they are a little arrogant. They followed Mu Zijun and Bai Zimo to join in the fun.
Just thinking of Bai Zimo, who was like a poisonous snake, Zhao Jiuge felt gloomy. He was not afraid of thieves, but he was worried that thieves would miss him.
Just when Zhao Jiuge was about to ask Luo Xie and Zhou Dahu where they were going, violent and noisy footsteps were heard not far away. Looking back, he saw no less than forty or fifty people, men and women with different expressions on their faces.
Zhao Jiuge was a little shocked. Looking at this situation, all the disciples except a very few people should have come. Zhao Jiuge thought to himself, when did he have such a big reputation? Didn't he just come out of confinement and attract so many people? Are you excited
As everyone knows, Zhao Jiuge is not an unknown person among this group of disciples. Moreover, it is the first time for everyone to hear that he went to Sijian Cliff for confinement. Everyone wants to know what became of Zhao Jiuge after he returned, and they want to know even more. What kind of place is Sijian Cliff? What weird things happen there
The leader's steps were hurried. When he saw Zhao Jiuge's face, Leng Rufeng laughed boldly, "You kid, you came back at the right time. You just spent a hundred to collect the medicinal materials for the first time a few days ago." One hundred points of Mengong were exchanged for some spiritual wine, and you kid will be back today."
Although he said so, the gentle smile at the corner of Leng Rufeng's mouth betrayed his inner thoughts. Seeing this boy back, he was happy from the bottom of his heart. After all, it's hard to find a close friend in life.
Zhao Jiuge took a step forward and embraced Leng Rufeng, saying nothing.
It's hard to find a confidant, not to mention that the two of them hit it off as soon as they met.
"Haha, if that's the case, then let's have a drink and talk tonight?" Zhao Jiuge has been locked up in Sijian Cliff to sit and practice. He can only practice sword skills. Except for Shasha who comes here occasionally to talk, he usually talks alone. I don't have anyone. I came back today and saw so many acquaintances, which made me feel happy.
"Okay! I won't come back until I'm drunk." Leng Rufeng smiled happily, slapped Zhao Jiuge's shoulders with both hands, and looked at him from the corner of his eyes while excited.
Presumably nine months ago, Zhao Jiuge's temperament is now more restrained, and his aura is more solid. It seems that this guy has not been idle when he was in solitary confinement, and he has made great progress.
Only Zhao Jiuge himself knew that, to put it badly, it meant confinement, but to put it nicely, it was clearly to provide a quiet place for him to retreat.
There were a group of people behind him, most of them were young men from aristocratic families and some girls. They looked at Zhao Jiuge who came back curiously. When he saw that Zhao Jiuge's aura became more restrained and changed a lot, he felt secretly fearful in his heart.
These people just came to watch the excitement and see if Zhao Jiuge's style is still the same as it was back then.
The ten or twenty young men standing closer were all from poor families. They had all fought together that day. Now, each of them looked at Zhao Jiuge with eyes full of admiration and awe, and a hint of joy, as if they had a backbone. Same.
The three major happy events in life are fighting together, visiting a brothel together, and living together in the same room.
But now these teenagers have both when they were young.
Many years later, when they think back on those days of frivolous youth and indulgence, they must all miss those days.
While those young men were looking at Zhao Jiuge, Zhao Jiuge was also looking at them carefully. Among the dozens of figures, their auras were obviously thicker, and a few figures had even broken through to the spirit transformation realm.
"Not bad, now there are a few more spirit transformation realms. I am ashamed to say that this year my cultivation is still at the middle stage of the spirit transformation realm, stagnant." Zhao Jiuge praised a few words and looked at the gentle smiles of these young people. With.
"Where, everyone has been practicing with peace of mind for such a long time, and the spiritual power of cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, but there are still many sword techniques that I have no clue about. If this continues, there will probably be very few people who can enter the inner sect." Leng Rufeng listened. Zhao Jiuge sighed a little after hearing what he said and said helplessly.
Although entering the inner sect is like a carp leaping over a dragon gate, practicing in the outer sect is not necessarily hopeless. You can still obtain advanced sword techniques through your own efforts, as long as you can always make progress in your cultivation.
Zhao Jiuge glanced at the last group of figures and did not see Liu Yinger and Bai Qingqing. This made Zhao Jiuge feel a little puzzled, but he was not allowed to ask at the moment.
Zhao Jiuge waved his hand proudly and shouted loudly, "Let's go and drink. Anyway, if you don't drink the cold wind wine, it will be useless. I want to see what the spirit wine is."
A dozen or twenty figures responded in unison, all shouting happily. Only Leng Rufeng was a little depressed, shaking his head helplessly and pointing at Zhao Jiuge.
Then Zhao Jiuge led more than 20 teenagers back to his residence and sat cross-legged with everyone. Naturally, others would not participate or integrate into this circle.
When Leng Rufeng took out several jars of wine, Zhao Jiuge eagerly grabbed them. After opening them, the aroma of the wine filled the air and everyone could smell it clearly. This made Leng Rufeng feel a little painful. This was a flower. In exchange for no less than a hundred tributes.
Although it's not a good wine, it's just brewed from the worst spirit fruits in spiritual wine, but it's still spiritual wine after all.
According to legend, those good spiritual wines are as valuable as a powerful magic weapon.
After drinking it, not only the spiritual power could be strengthened, but also the physique could be transformed. After figuring out what the spiritual wine was, Zhao Jiuge ignored Leng Rufeng's painful look and started drinking it while shouting.
For a time, more than 20 people were shouting at each other and drinking mellow spiritual wine in the courtyard, and the night had already fallen.
Spiritual wine is easy to get drunk, not to mention that these young people did not use their own spiritual power to suppress it. Most of them were already lying on the ground drunk with their faces as red as peach blossoms. Only Zhao Jiuge hugged Leng Rufeng's shoulder with one hand and held the wine jar in the other. Half drunk and half awake, he lay on the ground and looked at the dyed night sky.
Leng Rufeng was already drunk and unconscious. She was leaning against Zhao Jiuge, saying drunken words from time to time, looking at Leng Rufeng's drunken appearance. How could he still be so calm and mature as usual? This made Zhao Jiuge smile from the bottom of his heart.
"Zhao Jiuge, I admire you the most. Come and have a drink. I hope that we can still be brothers in the future on the journey of cultivating immortals, like we are now." The drunken Leng Rufeng lowered his head in a daze, but suddenly a drunken remark frightened Zhao Jiuge. For a moment, when he heard the content of Zui's words, the smile on Zhao Jiuge's face became even warmer.
Slowly cultivating the path of immortality, people's hearts are evil. For magic weapons or treasures, no matter how good the friendship is, they will immediately turn against you and stab you in the back. How many of the more than 20 people today can be like this in the future
Lifting the wine jar in his hand and raising his head to drink the last day's wine from the jar, Zhao Jiuge felt that he was about to get drunk and began to fail. He lay down and looked at the stars in the sky.
The final thought came to my mind, looking back in a few years, will I still be able to drink and talk happily as I did today
Then Zhao Jiuge, who was too drunk, also became completely drunk.
The evening breeze blew gently on the faces of these young people, blowing away the faint smell of alcohol, but it could not blow away the friendship they had had when they were young and frivolous together.