The palace was very quiet for the next two days. As Gu Pinglin expected, Gan Li was determined to practice Taoism and finally seized this opportunity. He successfully used the spirit spider to wash Dantian with blood, winning a new path for himself. At the same time, his Na Yuan realm was improved along with the opening of Dantian, directly breaking through from the fourth level to the seventh level. Gan Li himself was still a little bit unbelievable, and repeatedly checked it, and asked Gu Pinglin to help check it. Gu Pinglin was also surprised after confirming it. He thought he would reach the sixth level, and now this result is really a surprise.
Seeing Gan Li still sitting there in a daze, looking as if he was dreaming, Gu Pinglin walked over and sat on the chair, then asked, "Would you like to be my disciple?"
"Ah?" Gan Li didn't react.
Gu Pinglin raised his eyebrows.
"Ah!" Gan Li came back to his senses and immediately turned over and knelt on the ground, speaking incoherently in his joy, "Yes, I am willing... Disciple greets Master!"
Gu Pinglin stared at him for a long while. "This matter still needs to be reported to the headmaster. Don't worry. I just want to ask you one question. There are not many people with excellent talents in the world, but there are not many either. However, there are only a few who have achieved great success throughout history. Do you understand the reason?"
Gan Li kowtowed solemnly: "Disciple understands, disciple will remember it."
Gu Pinglin nodded.
Smart people are the least troublesome. There are many smart people in the world, but few have a firm faith in Taoism. Although his past experience in the Taoist temple dragged him down, it also gave him a mentality that surpassed that of his peers.
Gu Pinglin motioned for him to stand up and was about to speak when there was a sudden movement outside the door. Gu Pinglin turned around to look. Gan Li understood and walked over to open the door to look.
"I told you not to!" A figure flashed in, "Close the door, close the door quickly!"
Gan Li recognized the man: "Jun Lingshi?"
Before he could finish his words, he was met with a face as cold and hard as a rock, and Zhou Yi followed in.
Receiving Gu Pinglin's eye hint, Gan Li quietly stepped back.
"We can't discuss it!" Jun Mu stepped back, "Don't force me!"
Zhou Yi said coldly: "This is the sect rule."
"Brother Zhou! Brother Zhou! Uncle Zhou! Look at my poor cultivation, I am half disabled, right?" Jun Muzhi bowed repeatedly, begging for mercy with a bitter face, "Why do you have to force me? Other conditions are easy to negotiate, but this one is too much to ask. I really can't obey your order. I hope you can understand."
Zhou Yi obviously didn't understand: "If you don't dare, I'll do it for you."
Seeing Gu Pinglin standing up, Jun Muzhi immediately hugged his head and pulled him in front of him: "Brother Gu, save me!"
"It's just a shell," Zhou Yi said, "You can cut off one of your ears, it won't affect your practice."
Jun Muzhi was about to collapse: "You are missing your right ear and I am missing my left ear, are we going to be the left and right protectors? I am not sick, why would I hurt myself!"
Zhou Yi said: "If you are not disabled, how can you enter the Tiancan Sect?"
"I won't join!"
"no."
This person refused to listen to any persuasion, and Jun Muzhi was also angry: "You can join the sect, but you can't cut off my ears! You clearly agreed before, but now you are secretly forcing me to do it. The people of Tiancan Sect are all fickle!"
Zhou Yi snorted, not caring about the insult at all.
After hearing this, Gu Pinglin and Gan Li understood the reason.
All disciples of Tiancan Sect are disabled, but Jun Muzhi's pulse disease has been cured by Dique sword energy. Now he is normal, but it has become a problem to enter the sect. That's why Zhou Yi forced him. Jun Muzhi is also a son of a wealthy family and pays attention to his appearance. How could he be willing to become disabled? Before, when they were worshipping the disabled ancestor, Zhou Yi compromised in front of Nanzhu, but as soon as the ceremony ended, he turned around and took him away.
Jun Muzhi has followed Nanzhu for many years, and has been busy with socializing all day long. He is quite good at it, and has said all kinds of nice things and threats. However, this time the other party didn't buy it at all. She just said one sentence - self-mutilation, the beginning.
Gu Pinglin was sandwiched between the two people, being pushed around and used as a shield, but he was not angry.
Zhou Yi began to get impatient and warned: "Get out of the way."
"Brother Gu!" Jun Muzhi hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Please help me. I will be grateful to you!"
Zhou Yi clenched his hands and said, "Who dares to go against Tiancan Sect?"
With murderous aura filling his face, Gu Pinglin raised his hand: "Wait a minute! How dare I go against your noble sect? Brother Zhou, please remember the alliance and do not harm the disciples of Lingxin Sect." As he spoke, he slowly moved aside.
Jun Muzhi was a smart man. Hearing this, he immediately restrained Gan Li beside him and said, "If you continue to force me, I will kill him!"
Zhou Yi sneered: "The inheritance is already in hand, Tiancan Sect can regret it at any time."
Gu Pinglin smiled but said nothing.
As expected, Zhou Yi did not take any action.
The Tiancan Sect could indeed go back on its word and did not care about the consequences of doing so, but even if Zhou Yi had a million reasons at this moment, he would not dare to break the agreement, simply because the covenant was made by Lao Bing Zhenren and Yue Songting and was currently valid. For example, even if Gu Pinglin wanted to kill him, he would not dare to kill Gu Pinglin in return. It was one thing for Lao Bing Zhenren to hold Lingxin Sect accountable afterwards, but it was another thing to disobey Lao Bing Zhenren's orders.
There is no "excusable" in the Tiancan Sect; the sect's rules are their Achilles' heel.
Unable to intervene, but able to delay time, Gu Pinglin calmly walked to the door. Jun Muzhi "hostaged" Gan Li out of the door and retreated to the hall, where he happened to meet Nanzhu who came with the guards.
"Brother Zhou," Nanzhu could not hide her anger and protected Jun Muzhi behind her, "this matter has already been agreed upon, why do you want to go back on your word?"
Zhou Yi answered straightforwardly: "According to the rules of our sect, if you are not disabled, you are not allowed to enter."
"No." Nanzhu was not willing to let her brother become disabled, so she refused straightforwardly.
Zhou Yi drew his magic sword without saying a word.
Nanzhu narrowed her eyes, and the Shenyi Xiao was already in her hand.
When everyone was nervous, they suddenly heard a creaking sound and the door next to them opened from the inside.
"Hey," a tall figure walked out of the door, "Why are you making such a fuss so early in the morning? What happened?"
She wore a straight-collared white robe, with a brown collar and sleeves embroidered with gold patterns, a brown belt with gold patterns tied around her waist, a jade pendant hanging from the brown belt, and brown tassels underneath. A thin brown hairband inlaid with gold threads trailed down with her black hair, one of which hung in front of her chest, with a little finger-sized agate bead hanging from the end of the belt. She wore dark brown boots with the same pattern as the belt, which made her look more stable than usual.
He has an upright posture, a smile on his face, and holds a folding fan in his hand. The fan is plain, with no paintings or words on it, but one can tell at a glance that it is of extraordinary quality. It is as if a figure carved according to the standards of a young master from an aristocratic family, impeccable.
There was complete silence.
Only then did he realize something was wrong. He looked at the two sides of the confrontation and said with a smile, "Why bother fighting when we can't sit down and talk about the problem?" As he spoke, he slowly waved his folding fan and walked to the middle.
He tried to ease the atmosphere, but Zhou Yi and Nan Zhu refused to give in and sneered at each other.
Gu Pinglin decided to watch from the sidelines and signaled Gan Li to step back.
Duan Qingming probably wanted to change the subject, so he turned around and asked Jun Muzhi: "Brother Jun, where is the person you promised?"
Jun Muzhi was stunned by the question: "Who?"
"Of course it was the messenger," Duan Qingming said in surprise, "I just mentioned this to Brother Jun yesterday."
Jun Muzhi looked at Nanzhu, and Nanzhu also looked at him with a questioning look in her eyes.
Duan Qingming frowned: "You didn't forget?"
Jun Muzhi thought carefully and found that he had no relevant memory. At this time, he was not in the mood to deal with Duan Qingming, so he answered truthfully: "I really don't remember."
"Hmm..." Duan Qingming groaned, "I don't even remember what happened yesterday. Brother Jun is really a forgetful person."
Hearing the teasing, Jun Muzhi was stunned for a long while, and then he said "Ouch", and bowed to him repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry, I have been particularly forgetful these two days. Please don't mind my impoliteness, Mr. Duan."
"Is there such a thing?" Duan Qingming was surprised.
Jun Muzhi sighed and rubbed his forehead: "Since I came out of the Yinhuang Cave, I found that my memory started to deteriorate. I asked the pharmacist, and I'm afraid it's because of memory loss. Maybe it's related to the earth-deficient sword energy in my body."
Nanzhu immediately understood: "This should be considered incomplete, right?"
Zhou Yi did not answer.
"Misfortunes often come with blessings, and blessings often come with misfortunes. Perhaps this is the opportunity for me to enter the Tiancan Sect," Jun Muzhi was no longer panicked, and said with a smile, "Brother Zhou, what do you think, isn't it?"
This is simply a blatant excuse, but... it is barely acceptable. His memory is damaged, so we can't say he is normal, and it is difficult for outsiders to verify this.
Zhou Yi stared at him for a long time, and finally gave in: "I hope you can still escape when I see you tomorrow, Master." After saying that, he sneered and left with the sword in his arms.
Everyone smiled and said, "Master Duan is very resourceful!"
Jun Muzhi had a complicated expression and stepped forward to salute: "Thank you, Brother Duan, for your advice."
Duan Qingming said "o": "What did I remind you of?"
He had no intention of asking for this favor. Jun Muzhi then believed that he had no other intentions. Thinking back to the time when he was calculating, he could not help but sigh and bowed again: "I admire you."
Duan Qingming cleverly moved aside, closed his folding fan and held up his hand: "There are too many people who admire me, please allow me to remain a little humble."
The two smiled knowingly.
Jun Muzhi invited: "Brother Duan, if you are free, please come to the hall to talk."
Nanzhu smiled and said, "Don't refuse, Mr. Duan."
"Then..." Duan Qingming paused, then bowed with a smile, "I will respectfully obey your command."
"please."
Jun Muzhi walked in front with him. Nanzhu turned around and invited Gu Pinglin, but Gu Pinglin politely declined. He stood on the corridor with his hands behind his back, watching the figure turn around the corner and disappear.
Duan Qingming didn't have the distinction between "good things" and "bad things" in his mind, so it was not surprising that he would help. It was just a pastime when he was bored, which made everyone think of him as a good person.
Gu Pinglin shook his head and turned to Gan Li: "The seventh level of Na Yuan is already your limit, enter the Zhou Tian realm as soon as possible."
"Yes." Gan Li responded respectfully.
The two returned to the room and meditated for two hours. They heard a commotion outside. Not long after, there was a knock on the door. Bu Shuihan called out from outside, "Is Junior Brother Gu here? Get ready. We're leaving!"
Gan Li stood up and opened the door: "Uncle Bu, what happened?"
Bu Shuihan noticed his address: "Huh? What did you call me?"
Gan Li hurriedly explained the matter of becoming a disciple.
"So there's a new nephew," Bu Shuihan suddenly realized, and put on the serious look of an elder to instruct him, "It's your luck to be able to have Junior Brother Gu as your master, you must cherish it."
A few months ago, he was still trapped in a small Taoist temple. He thought he would live an ordinary life. Who knew that by chance, he would become an inner disciple, and his master might be the future head of the sect. Gan Li was quite emotional, and he also understood the pressure of being the head of the sect: "Don't worry, uncle."
Gu Pinglin asked: "Why did you set off so suddenly?"
Bu Shuihan remembered the business, and his tone was a little excited: "There is a secret realm opening in the south. Young Master Nan got the news, and we are going to rush over."
South? Gu Pinglin's heart skipped a beat.
It's a sea crater.
The mechanism was set up in advance, and the conspiracy was also set up in advance.