Hearing this question, Luo Qingquan couldn't help but force his hand, pinching the high-grade high-grade folding fan until it rattled, "Senior Brother Wen, are you going to be a little more lenient? Shouldn't there be a rule?"
"That's it." Wen Xuan stated lightly, "When you talk and do things, you only think about yourself, and you don't think about the impact on the sect, don't you?"
"You..." If it weren't for the high quality of the folding fan, it would have been broken by Luo Qingquan.
"So what? You are a defeated general!" He slammed the folding fan away and aimed at Wenxuan with the edge of the fan, "Why are you making irresponsible remarks in front of me? If you don't agree, let's compare it again!"
Wen Xuan shook his head.
Luo Qingquan was already furious, and if it went on like this, it would only reveal more ugliness.
"Okay, okay." At this moment, the potbellied Jindan old man in the seat laughed, and finally made a sound, "Nephew Wen is right. Qingquan, this time you are indeed too messy. coming."
The old man's name was Luo Tiancheng, he was Luo Qingquan's master and also Luo Qingquan's uncle.
Hearing this, Luo Qingquan immediately became much more awake, and took a deep breath, holding back his anger.
"But it's not a bad thing for young people to forge ahead." Elder Luo smiled again and looked at the two on the left, "Senior brother and sister Ling, what do you think?"
The beautiful woman snorted coldly, "Your disciple wants to grab the position of Senior Nephew Wen, no matter what, we should wait for Senior Brother Chu to come back, right?"
Elder Luo smiled and his eyes fell on Ji Ziang, "Senior brother in charge?"
Ji Ziang twisted his beard, hesitated for so long, and finally made a statement, "Even if Senior Brother Chu is not here, you and I have seen the scene just now. Although Senior Nephew Luo is strong, he is not as good as Senior Nephew Wen. Hold on tight."
"Indeed." Elder Luo agreed with a smile, "Qingquan still has too much to learn."
Ji Ziang got his answer, pondered for a long time, then lowered his eyes, looked at Luo Qingquan, and opened his mouth to make a conclusion, "Nephew Luo, if you won the championship in this sect, you can choose from within the sect. You can take any kind of magic weapon for a practice method. You deserve it, you can go to Qianbao Pavilion and Wanfa Hall to take it out at any time. As for other things, you don’t need to mention it here.”
Luo Qingquan gritted his teeth and had to lower his head, "This disciple understands."
"Hmm..." Ji Ziang nodded in satisfaction.
Afterwards, the sect master explained some more scenes, then got up and waved his sleeves, indicating that the competition in the Shuiyun Sect was successfully completed, and he returned to the past with the elders. The disciples watching the battle below dispersed one after another, quietly and orderly, and finally there was no more trouble.
Wen Xuan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Luo Qingquan finally raised his head, but his face was full of unwillingness, and the moment he opened his mouth, he sneered, "Senior brother, it's a good idea."
Look at this, it seems that Wenxuan's previous actions were all for the sake of showing in front of the Sect Master.
Wen Xuan glanced at him blankly, then left with the broken sword in his arms. He doesn't care about him, and there is nothing to care about. Anyway, even if he cares about his own sword, he won't be able to come back. It is better to think about whether the sword in his arms can be repaired.
However, before he returned to his own cave, he received another biography, and the head was calling him over.
Wen Xuan guessed that the Sect Master wanted to appease him again alone, so that he and Luo Qingquan would not be completely collapsed, and he still thought that this was really unnecessary.
After he left, he saw Ji Ziang sitting alone in the middle of the empty hall, and the whole person was wrapped in the slightly larger robe of the headmaster, which made people feel a little lonely and exhausted that everyone had not had before.
"Xuan'er." The head called him to the front and asked an unexpected question, "Have you been wronged all these years?"
Wronged? What is there to be sorry for
Wen Xuan moved his throat, but he was speechless for a while.
"You were so amazing back then, but now you are at this level, you must be wronged." The head looked at him deeply.
Yes, more than ten years ago, when Luo Qingquan was still struggling in the foundation-building stage, Wenxuan was also a first-class genius in the Shuiyun Sect, and his talent was unparalleled.
Wen Xuan pursed his lips, unavoidably recalling those glorious years. After a long while, he said, "How can everything go well in life? I am lucky enough to be where I am now, compared to many of my colleagues. Although I want to go further, but the number of days is here, I can't blame anyone. ."
"You kid, you don't have to be so arrogant." The head sighed, grabbed his hand, and patted the back of his hand, "After all, the power of fighting is not everything, it is the cultivation base. Entering the condensed Yuan period, as long as you sink your heart and polish it, your cultivation will always be able to go up a bit."
As he said that, the head stuffed a bottle of medicinal pills into Wenxuan's hands, and said earnestly, "As for other things, you don't need to worry about it, just look at it a little bit."
This is a good bottle of Guben Peiyuan Pill, which is exactly what you need to stabilize your realm.
Wenxuan was really touched for a while while holding the bottle of medicinal pill.
It was not until he left the hall and was blown by the cold wind outside that he woke up a little. Well, in fact, he was really trying to appease him, asking him not to bother with Luo Qingquan.
Wen Xuan shook his head and sighed. After rubbing the medicinal pill for a while, he put it into the storage bag on his waist to accompany the broken sword.
To ask Ben Xin, rather than this bottle of medicinal pill, Wen Xuan actually wanted to ask if the Sect Master could help him repair the sword. It's a pity that the meaning of the head is clear enough, this medicine pill is a hint - since the strength of fighting is not enough, you can just keep your head and cultivate, and what do you need to do with those fighting things
This reasoning is so correct that the Sect Master even put down his body to make such hints, so Wenxuan should give a face. But the word "seeing" is always easier said than done.
Especially at this moment, the battle in the morning was still warm. As soon as Wenxuan came out, he could hear a sect disciple talking about the battle he lost to Luo Qingquan, and he could hear it wherever he went.
"At that time, Senior Brother Luo used a trick of flying snow to force Senior Brother Wen into the corner. Senior Brother Wen quickly raised the sword in his hand and tried his best to block the spell. It was blocked for a long time, and then clicked! Senior Brother Wen! The sword is broken! I can't even make a decent counterattack!"
Look at this talk, it's still lively, just like storytelling.
Wen Xuan passed over their heads, and when he heard this lively voice, he didn't know what to do in his heart.
"I always listen to those senior brothers talking about how powerful Senior Brother Wen was back then, but now it seems like that."
"That's right, it's still Senior Brother Luo who is very powerful and has real skills."
"It can't be said that, Senior Brother Wen has been running for the sect all these years, maybe because of this, he has delayed his own practice. I'm not sure."
"Yeah, since those senior brothers said that, Senior Brother Wen must have been really powerful back then."
"Hey, then why is he like this now? Don't say it's all because of running for the sect, I don't believe it."
A person of self-cultivation is naturally sensitive to the five senses, and it is a coincidence that Wenxuan's five senses are much more sensitive than that of a cultivator of the same rank. After flying so far, these conversations can still drill into his ears.
He couldn't help but think: Yes, how did I become like this
The thought of this made people upset, Wen Xuan shook his head, and simply went straight out of the inner door of Shuiyun Sect and into the outer boundary of the outer door.
He knew a junior brother who had some expertise in refining weapons. He was withdrawn to the outer door two years ago because his cultivation progress was too slow. This time, he was just in time to have a look. By the way, he asked if his sword was still saved.
When he first arrived at the outer gate, he also hoped that it would be quieter here, after all, only the disciples of the inner gate could watch the fight.
It turned out he was so naive. The information between the inner and outer gates of Shuiyunzong is not known how smooth the communication is, and the same thing is spreading all over the mountains and plains in the outer gate. And because I haven't seen it with my own eyes, it spreads in a variety of ways, adding fuel to vinegar, I don't know how much more exaggerated and exciting, and it is full of all kinds of ideas that make people speechless.
It's a pity that the only thing that was creative was the description of the fight, and the discussion after the description was still so uncreative.
"Isn't Senior Brother Wen quite strong back then? How come it's at this point now?"
Wen Xuan let out a long sigh, and had to try his best to ignore the noise, and hurriedly flew to the direction of the junior brother.
"It's because of the practice."
At this moment, such a light sentence penetrated Wenxuan's eardrums, causing him to stop Yunyun all of a sudden, and couldn't help but look back.
His ears are very strong, and he can hear far away, but the distance is covered by a mountain, and he can't see the speaker at a glance. After that, Wen Xuan gritted his teeth, turned around Dun Yun, and looked for the direction he had just heard.
Gongfa. Those who can accurately mention these two words can't help but ignore them.
But after a while, he saw two figures in a clearing in the mountain. He hurriedly descended, and when he saw what the two of them looked like, he was stunned again. It was a young girl and a middle-aged man. But Wen Xuan heard the words just now clearly, the voice was between a young man and a teenager, and it would never be the two in front of him.
When the middle-aged man saw Wen Xuan, he was naturally stunned. After watching for a while, his expression changed again. His whole body suddenly trembled like a sieve. With a trembling voice, "Brother Wen Wenwen, why are you here?"
As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Wen Xuan heard that this was the person who asked the question just now.
In that case, the person who answered should be nearby. Wen Xuan thought of this, and quickly looked away from the two of them, ready to take a good look around.
"Brother Zhao, get up, he's here to find me." At this moment, a voice came from behind. Wen Xuan could hear it clearly, the tone was exactly the same as the sentence just now.
When he turned around, he saw a big tree behind him, and behind the tree was a hut.
In front of the house was a young man in a green shirt, leaning against the door and smiling.