Is this an apology for being angry with me and ignoring me yesterday
After all, little Tuanzi is only five years old. Don't say that she was at fault. It is normal for children to be willful and unreasonable occasionally.
How can we let the children make peace first? The children are too sensible.
Chu Danfeng's heart softened: "Senior Brother was also wrong yesterday."
"No, I am sorry, brother." But I couldn't control myself.
When he saw his senior brother with another woman, he became so angry that he was disturbed by his inner demons and lost his mind.
I want to kill everyone who has touched my senior brother, I want to hide my senior brother and not let anyone see him, I want to punish him severely, watch him cry, I want to... listen to his painful and sticky moans...
… No! I can’t think about it anymore.
Hua Tingxuan's heart was beating like a drum, and there was a faint black demonic pattern emerging between his brows, but it was quickly suppressed and disappeared in a flash.
Fortunately, it was just a dream and he didn’t really cause any harm to his senior brother. Fortunately, he woke up in time and erased the dream, otherwise, his senior brother would hate him in this life.
Hua Tingxuan thought that being able to enter his senior brother's dream was probably a side effect of the Yaolang Fujin Grass. Being able to establish such a connection with his senior brother was a good start in this life.
Chu Danfeng was completely unaware of the restricted-level struggle in his junior brother's mind, and lazily propped himself up on his elbows and prepared to stand up.
Hua Tingxuan stopped him: "Little Senior Brother, don't move. Let Xuan'er serve you."
Little Tuanzi pulled over the bed table and placed the hot sweet porridge and side dishes on it so that Chu Danfeng could sit comfortably on the bed and eat his breakfast. He stubbornly refused to let his senior brother interfere, just like a hardworking child bride.
"Brother, how does it taste? I cooked the sweet porridge early in the morning." The little child bride looked at him eagerly.
Under his eager gaze, Chu Danfeng scooped up the porridge and took a sip. It was a bowl of lotus seed porridge. The glutinous rice was fragrant and soft, and the lotus seeds were sweet and sticky. As a foodie, Chu Danfeng praised sincerely: "Not bad! But why does it seem to taste like wolfberry, but I don't see any wolfberry."
Hua·Child Bride·Tingxuan lowered her head and said docilely: "Second Senior Sister said that wolfberries are nutritious. I know that Junior Brother doesn't like to eat them, so I picked them all out one by one."
Chu Danfeng was touched again: "No need to be so troublesome..."
"It's not a problem. I am willing to do this. Xuan'er will serve me for the rest of my life." The little girl raised her little face and smiled sweetly at him. Her big eyes were filled with bright moonlight and stars, and she looked stubborn and expectant.
Chu Danfeng: “…” Tsk, you’re so good! She’s so sweet-mouthed and thoughtful at such a young age.
No wonder this guy was able to have so many concubines later on—he had the strongest combat power in the three realms, yet he was so gentle and considerate, a total Jack Su Ben Su. What kind of girl couldn't conquer him
Chu Danfeng thought sourly: No wonder an honest man like me has been single for two lifetimes. There is no comparison, really no comparison.
…
After Chu Danfeng finished his breakfast with great relish, the little dumpling came up to him again and acted coquettishly, "Brother, please don't leave Xuan'er alone in the future, okay?" He didn't believe that Chu Danfeng could go to see any woman with him.
Chu Danfeng was overwhelmed by the continuous attacks. He had already regretted leaving the child alone at home yesterday and going out to drink and have fun. So he agreed guiltily: "Okay, okay."
Forget it, Red Mansions doesn’t seem as interesting as I imagined. I won’t go there for the time being - if I want to go, I’ll have to wait for a while, when Xuan’er is older. The child is still young and would be too clingy.
The incident of visiting the brothel seemed to have been easily revealed. Hua Tingxuan did not really report it to his master, so Huang Changtian and Chu Danfeng both breathed a sigh of relief.
Huang Changtian, in particular, had been unlucky since he had "opened his eyes" with his fifth junior fellow apprentice that day. He was nearly bitten into a sieve by the elusive Tao beast, and had to stay in the bamboo hut for a long time to recover from his injuries. He really couldn't stand the punishment from his master again.
Huang Changtian’s injury has not yet healed, but another person finally showed up after more than half a year.
Fang Qingya, the fourth inner sect disciple of Lixu Peak and Chu Danfeng's famous rival, came out of seclusion.
When Chu Danfeng was reborn, Fang Qingya was the first to confront him. He relied on his early Jindan cultivation to find an excuse to teach Chu Danfeng a lesson, but was attacked by Hua Tingxuan in the chaos, and his inner palace Jindan was almost destroyed.
But no one doubted the five-year-old junior brother. Everyone, including the master, thought that Fang Qingya was possessed and bullied his junior brother in a fit of rage, which led to such dangerous consequences.
Fang Qingya came out of retreat at this time, firstly because he was indeed seriously injured at the beginning, and secondly because: the Shuangji Sect's "Sword Drawing Competition" held once every ten years is about to begin!
The Shuangji Sect has a Wanjian Peak, which opens once every ten years. All inner disciples or outer disciples who can pass the layers of tests can climb the Wanjian Peak during this period to find their own sword.
It is said that the sword has a spirit and will only be drawn out by a disciple who is talented or diligent enough.
Li Xu Peak's eldest senior brother Zhou Yuanshan and second senior sister Ye Bailu have both drawn their spirit swords at Wan Jian Peak. People like Huang Changtian, Fang Qingya, Chu Danfeng are all using the disciple swords uniformly distributed by the sect. As for the little ones like Hua Tingxuan and Lin Shu'er, they don't even have disciple swords and can only practice with the peach wood swords handmade by their senior brothers and sisters.
As the sword-drawing competition approached, the sect was filled with an atmosphere of excitement and tension. Even the number of people who went to the back hall of the lecture hall at Qianlian Peak to receive their tasks decreased. All the disciples were rushing to cram for the exam, trying to deceive the spirit swords of Wanjian Peak with the illusion of diligence in order to draw out a peerless sword.
Spirit swords are also divided into levels, and the higher the level of the sword, the higher the level.
There is a rule in the Sword Drawing Competition: once a sword is drawn, it cannot be returned or exchanged, and each person can only draw one sword from Wanjian Peak in his lifetime.
Once you reach the Ten Thousand Sword Peaks, you are not allowed to go back. Once you turn back, it will be regarded as giving up. If you try to turn back and draw your sword, you will be directly bounced out by the mountain protection formation.
As a result, some disciples with outstanding talents have been reluctant to draw their spiritual swords because the requirements are too high. Therefore, drawing the sword does not only depend on strength, but also requires a battle of wits and courage. It is more like a game.
In such a heated atmosphere, Li Xufeng was no exception. Even Huang Changtian, who had never been ambitious, put down his books, abandoned the land of gentleness, and got up at the crack of dawn for several days.
Not to mention Fang Qingya who was eager to show off his talent at the sword drawing competition. Chu Danfeng, who used to be the most diligent, became the most Buddhist among his fellow apprentices.
This event seemed to have no effect on Chu Danfeng at all. Apart from secretly taking water soaked with Yaolang Fujincao every seven days, he ate and drank as usual. He even took some time to go down the mountain and bought a lot of candied fruits and snacks from Zhang's shop in Huayang Town.
While his fellow brothers were practicing swordplay day and night, Chu Danfeng was eating snacks, drinking tea, with his hair loose, licking ink and moistening his brush, and laying a small table in the peach blossom forest outside the Fire Lotus Pond, painting a fan with his brush. Beside him was a little boy in a mini disciple's uniform, fanning and adding water to the fan. He looked like a leisurely second-generation rich man with nothing to do.
The first person who couldn't bear to watch anymore was Fang Qingya.
"Chu Danfeng, what tricks are you trying to play? How can you go to Wanjian Peak if you lie down all day like this? Do you want to embarrass your sect?"
Chu Danfeng put down the last stroke, took the Xishi pot from Xiaohua Tingxuan, took a sip of tea slowly, and then glanced at him: "I'm not going to Wanjian Peak." He wouldn't be able to draw the sword even if he went there. He had tried it once in his previous life, and he would have to watch that man steal the show. The thought of it made him unhappy, so he wouldn't go.
Fang Qingya: “…”
Fang Qingya felt that he was being fooled, and sneered: "Why don't I believe that you really don't want to go? Or have you finally realized that you are a waste?"
"..." Chu Danfeng was speechless, "Why do you care about me? And is this loser eating your rice? Besides, seeing that I am not as good as you, shouldn't you be happy?" This person has loved to compete with himself since he was a child. If he practiced for five hours, Fang Qingya would practice for six hours. If he memorized ten exercises, Fang Qingya would memorize eleven.
But Chu Danfeng's body was extremely well-endowed. His learning speed was much faster than that of his fellow disciples. Fang Qingya couldn't catch up with him even if he tried his best. He still remembered that when he was forming his elixir, Fang Qingya was so jealous that he didn't speak to him for several months.
Fang Qingya was choked by Chu Danfeng's complaints. His expression changed again and again. He angrily left with a wave of his sleeves. The wind brought by his wide sleeves lifted up the silver paper, leaving a drop of ink on it.
The ink spread quickly, ruining the entire fan.
"Oh my!" Chu Danfeng felt so distressed. This was his last silver paper fan. There was nothing he could do. Although he wanted to cultivate his sentiments and lead an elegant retirement life with music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea, his hands were too damp and he had to waste several paintings in a row. And the words on this one were the most satisfying to him. What a pity, what a pity.
"Xuan'er! Where are you going?" Chu Danfeng caught a glimpse of his younger junior brother following his fourth senior brother and hurriedly called out to him.
The little girl blinked her big eyes, pursed her lips and pretended to be well behaved. She did not dare to tell anyone about her plan to teach Fang Qingya a lesson and avenge her junior brother.
"Don't run around. There's a cliff over there. You almost fell off with Shu'er last time. Have you forgotten? You don't learn your lesson again?" Chu Danfeng muttered like a worried old father. He handed the fan forward and said, "If you have nothing to do, use it to doodle."
The painting is already ruined anyway, so I might as well use it to entertain the kids.
After Chu Danfeng sent the brat away, he lazily leaned back in his rattan chair and munched on melon seeds. As he munched, he thought: No matter how hard Fang Qingya tries, it will be useless. The most popular person in this "Sword Drawing Competition" should be Liu Yanbai.
Liu Yanbai was one of those "academic tyrants" who set too high standards for himself and therefore had been slow to draw his sword. He was gifted and had great prestige among the disciples. Like Chu Danfeng's eldest senior brother Zhou Yuanshan, he had helped his teacher deal with sect affairs early on, and was truly a "leader of the young generation."
This time, Liu Yanbai will draw out the 'Mo Yun Sword' near the top of the mountain. The spiritual swords of Wanjian Peak are ranked according to their high and low positions, and the 'Mo Yun Sword' can be ranked within the top 100.
Don't underestimate these 'top 100'. Shuangji Sect has been established for thousands of years, and has countless disciples. However, there are only a thousand or so people who can pull out spiritual swords from Wanjian Peak, and even fewer who can pull out the top 100 good swords.
In short, Liu Yanbai became very popular this time.
It was not until another ten years later that the fifteen-year-old Hua Tingxuan pulled out the "Xuanshui Sword" from the top of Wanjian Peak and completely crushed his brilliance.
If we were to make a list of "Chu Danfeng's most hated people", Liu Yanbai would definitely be at the top of the list, even crushing his arch-enemy Fang Qingya.
Therefore, Chu Danfeng didn't want to see him being so proud, so he decided not to climb Wanjian Peak.
While he was lost in thought, Hua Tingxuan had already finished painting the fan. Little Tuanzi held up the silver paper and handed it to Chu Danfeng, asking, "Young Senior Brother, are you really not going to Wanjian Peak? I heard that this opportunity only comes once every ten years."
“No—” Chu Danfeng suddenly stopped talking, holding the fan, his admiration was beyond words: “Did you draw this?! It’s so well drawn!”
The little dumpling received praise from his senior brother and nodded happily but shyly.
Chu Danfeng sighed again: He is indeed the hero! This is genius. Why didn't he realize in his previous life that his junior brother had such remarkable accomplishments in painting so early? Yes, in his previous life, he had been spurred by the system and had to establish the character of "hardworking loser". How could he have the opportunity to paint with the child
A peach blossom tree is bright and flourishing on the silver paper fan. With only a few strokes, it is very artistic. Coupled with the words written by Chu Danfeng, "If there are no idle worries in your mind, it is a good time in the world", they complement each other and are quite elegant.
"That's it!" Chu Danfeng was happily preparing to put the fan away when he heard Little Tuanzi say, "Little Senior Brother, are you really not going to Wanjian Peak?"
Chu Danfeng was fiddling with the fan bones and said casually, "If I don't go, I can't draw the sword."
Hua Tingxuan murmured, "Maybe there are things better than swords on Wanjian Peak."
The words were so light that they almost disappeared into the wind as soon as they were spoken. Chu Danfeng didn't pay any attention to them. However, Hua Tingxuan fell into a long silence.
Everyone said that the most precious thing in Wanjian Peak was the spiritual swords on that mountain, but Hua Tingxuan had been "making waves" in the Three Realms for a hundred years in his previous life, and he knew the deep-buried secrets of Wanjian Peak.
Even the peak masters may not know this secret. The real treasure is buried in the forbidden area of Wanjian Peak, but it is as dangerous as the Soul-Selecting Pearl, especially its "heart demon test", which is fatal to someone with deep obsession like Hua Tingxuan.
But he still wanted to give it a try. Now that he was back, he wanted to give Chu Danfeng the best. If his senior brother could grab the treasure in one fell swoop and amaze everyone, who would dare to look down on him and say that he was a useless person who didn't know his own limitations? His senior brother was obviously such a proud person...
In addition, Hua Tingxuan also has some secret selfish motives - why did his senior brother's temperament change drastically, and what exactly did he mean by the "major change" he talked about with Huang Changtian that day
Whenever he entered a dream because of the Yaolang Fujin Grass, he would always be easily disturbed by his inner demons, which controlled his dreams and made him unable to peek into his brother's past or thoughts. If he entered the forbidden area of Wanjian Peak this time, he might be able to understand more about his brother.
He was actually instinctively afraid of knowing the truth, but he still couldn't help wanting to know.
Hua Tingxuan collected his thoughts and said coquettishly, "Little Senior Brother, Xuan'er wants to go. Can you take me there to broaden my horizons?"
"There's nothing to see. That mountain is balder than our Fourth Uncle's head. Before the Spirit Sword was pulled out, it looked like it was rusted to death. It's not fun at all."
Chu Danfeng deliberately described Wan Jian Peak as boring, but the boy got stubborn and insisted on going with him no matter what. Chu Danfeng couldn't persuade him and finally said perfunctorily, "As long as Master agrees to let you go, I will take you with me."
But how could the Master agree to let a five-year-old kid go to Wanjian Peak
After Chu Danfeng fooled the kid, he put the matter behind him until the day when Wanjian Peak was opened, when Meng Cangyu personally dug them out of bed.