Everyone knows that the eldest senior sister of Qingliu Sword Sect is the most gentle and kind person.
Meng Ran entered the Qingliu Sword Sect at the age of seven. He did not pass the mountain climbing test like ordinary disciples, but because of his excellent talent and the pure wood spiritual roots that are rarely seen in a hundred years, he was directly brought into the mountain gate by Elder Ziyun and became a direct disciple without any test.
Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary disciples of the previous generation, she seemed unattainable, and those disciples who came from the aristocratic families of cultivation had little interaction with her who came from the secular world. Therefore, everyone usually showed too much respect to her and not enough affection.
While ordinary disciples were pulling each other's hair and asking each other how to draw spiritual energy to temper their bodies, Meng Ran had already successfully refined his Qi.
When the disciples of the aristocratic family were reminiscing about the past and sorting out how to address each other after the two families got married, Meng Ran couldn't get a word in.
Most members of the Qingliu Sword Sect like to let their disciples run wild. After all, choosing to be a sword cultivator is a difficult path, and naturally one must cultivate a strong and independent character from a young age.
As the first disciple of Elder Ziyun who has no experience in training disciples, Meng Ran could not escape the fate of being left alone.
The clothes of inner disciples were white and easily dirty, so after practicing sword skills every day, Meng Ran had to carry a wooden basin to the mountain stream to wash them.
The disciples who did not practice fasting all went to the dining hall to eat from the big pot. Because it always looked strange to sit alone, Meng Ran was always the last one to go.
When practicing swordplay, kids who knew each other would practice sword moves against each other. Meng Ran's skill level was much higher than theirs, so he couldn't find a partner, so he had to go to the back mountain to fight with the rocks and trees by himself.
In fact, these disciples were all children far away from home, and no matter how precocious they were, they would not have any bad intentions. It was just that they had become friends since the entrance examination, and unconsciously formed small circles. Only Meng Ran was parachuted in, and he was the only one in this generation who became a direct disciple before the age of ten, so he seemed out of place and could not integrate into those circles.
At that time, she was also a little girl who had just left home. She didn't know how to make friends with her fellow disciples and knew nothing else except cultivation. After completing her cultivation every day, she would walk back to the yard alone. She would inevitably feel disappointed and envious when she saw other young sword cultivators chasing and playing in groups of three or four.
"Senior Brother Zhang said he would tell us the second half of the story tonight, so run faster!"
"I've been training all afternoon and I'm sweating all over. I'll go back after taking a shower. Why don't you guys go first?"
"Well, then we'll wait for you here. We'll give you half a cup of tea."
The inner disciples were talking happily, but when they saw Meng approaching, they suddenly fell silent.
According to the rules, inner disciples should call their direct disciples "senior sister", but Meng Ran is so young that she can't call her "senior sister" at all, and calling her "junior sister" is even more wrong.
So the disciples could only smile at her awkwardly, bowed awkwardly and didn't know what to say.
Meng Ran was still a child, and she also wanted to know how exciting the stories her friends were listening to were. But she thought that if she went there, Senior Brother Zhang would probably become reserved, right
She had no choice but to pretend that she didn't care, puffed out her chest and pretended to be indifferent, and returned the gift in a nonchalant manner.
Meng Ran had a steamed bun in the small pocket on her waist. She wanted to take it back to the yard as a midnight snack, but unfortunately she had no appetite at the moment.
The little girl simply changed direction, holding a small sword that was almost as tall as herself, and walked towards the back of the mountain with her short legs, looking familiar with the route.
Go straight ahead along the winding mountain road, bypass the dense thorns, and then pull the vines on the edge of the cliff and swing to the other side, you will reach a secluded and deserted valley. Usually, many disciples come here, so Meng Ran is used to hiding here to practice swordsmanship.
There is even a small wooden house that she built herself. Although strictly speaking it can only be regarded as a small thatched hut, it is better than nothing and it is nice to rest in it.
Just as Meng Ran was about to get into the little straw hut, a loud noise came from afar—
"Brother, hurry up! Don't you have a fire elemental spiritual root? How come you can't even light a fire?"
"You're still blaming me! If you hadn't dropped the flint and you weren't too lazy to go back and get it, would we have to rub wood together to make fire?"
The two voices were particularly unpleasant, as hoarse as two ducks, and from time to time there were a few miserable chicken cries.
Meng Ran didn't dare to go up rashly, and could only hide behind the tree vigilantly and look over there.
But she saw two people sitting in the small thatched hut she had built. She couldn't make out their voices, but she saw that their figures were much taller than her and didn't look like good people.
They were currently rubbing their swords together to make a fire, but it had been raining a lot in the mountains, and the grass and trees might have been damp, so for a moment only white smoke was seen, but no flames were seen.
After finally lighting the fire, the two men immediately started working. One of them fanned the fire desperately to make it burn brighter, while the other washed a freshly slaughtered chicken in the mountain spring nearby and skillfully applied seasoning on it.
The man who was fanning the fire became impatient and channeled his spiritual power into the fire. However, a ray of spiritual power with a red glow flashed by, and the flame suddenly grew from small to large. A gust of wind blew, and it actually ignited the secret base that Meng Ran had worked hard to build for half a year. The fire that carried the fire-type spiritual power was indeed powerful, and it burned down the small straw hut in the blink of an eye.
After the spiritual power was exhausted, the fire went out, but unfortunately only a pile of ashes remained in the hut.
Seeing this, the little girl couldn't hold back any longer and almost burst into tears.
She ran out, holding back her tears, and shouted at the two men, "Who are you to set fire to the Qingliu Sword Sect?"
The two men were startled and crawled to their feet, only to find that the person coming was just a little girl.
They breathed a sigh of relief.
The young man with some light hair on his lips smiled at the little girl and said, "I am Zhu Erchong, an inner disciple of the Second Peak."
Another younger man with a round face and a slightly fat face also bowed and said, "I am Bao Pilong, an inner sect disciple of the Fourth Peak."
After reporting the entrance to the mountain, the two of them smiled innocently at Meng Ran, whose eyes were slightly red: "Little sister, why are you here? What, do you want to eat roast chicken too?"
Meng Ran looked over and saw that they were each holding a chicken in their hands. After a closer look...
That's not a chicken! That's clearly the ornamental bird given to the Qingliu Sword Sect when the Immortal Bird Sect visited them a while ago!
The good boy Meng Ran immediately frowned and determined that these two people were not good guys.
"How dare you steal the spiritual bird and burn down my wooden house..."
"This is a thatched hut, not a wooden house." Zhu Erchong was surprised after correcting it: "You actually recognized this as a spiritual bird, you are quite knowledgeable, which peak are you from?"
You have to know that the spiritual birds are raised in the important areas of the mountain gate, and ordinary disciples have no chance to see them at all.
Meng Ran snorted with a straight face, glared at them while holding the sword, and for the first time said to the fierce person: "Call me Senior Sister!"
Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong then realized that the clothes the little girl was wearing were not ordinary. They were the most exquisite style that only direct disciples could wear.
As direct disciples of this age, they guessed the identity of the girl in front of them almost instantly.
"I know, you are the legendary little sister Meng Ran from the Sixth Peak!"
Meng Ran still remembered the grudge and corrected again: "It's Senior Sister Meng Ran!"
Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong looked at the little girl who was only as tall as their waists and could not call her "senior sister" at all. They looked at each other and quickly started to join in the conversation -
"No, your cultivation is too low. We are both in the foundation building stage. How can you call someone in the Qi Refining stage your senior sister?"
"That's right. Besides, we will take part in the examination for direct disciples next year. With our strength, there is no way we will lose."
"Unless you can defeat us one day, you can become a legitimate senior sister, right?"
"Yes, other people's senior sisters are the most powerful. If you want to be a senior sister, you must be good enough."
At such a young age, Meng Ran didn't know how to respond to the twisted logic of the two people. He could only hold his sword, look at the small thatched hut that had turned to ashes with grievance, and walked back with red eyes.
Unfortunately, she has bad luck.
The vine that was swinging over suddenly broke.
It is getting late now, and it may not be easy to go back from the mountain. Meng Ran has to wait until tomorrow morning to go back.
She had no choice but to go back over there and glance over secretly, only to see that the other two were roasting chicken over a fire. The smell of burnt food wafted over, making Meng Ran swallow her saliva.
Bao Pilong and Zhu Erchong called her over, but the little girl felt uncomfortable looking at the pile of grass ashes, so she turned her face away and ignored the two people.
They had no choice but to give up.
The aroma of the roasted chicken became stronger and stronger, and Meng Ran, who had not yet started fasting, began to have a rumbling stomach.
She shrank to the side, took out a cold steamed bun from her small pocket, and nibbled on it in small bites.
Just then, a half-roasted chicken leg was handed over.
Zhu Erchong squatted in front of her with a grin, snatched the cold steamed bun, stuffed the chicken leg into her hand, and said to himself: "I'm hungry and want something to eat. I'll take this chicken leg in exchange for your steamed bun!"
Bao Pilong on the other side added: "That's not enough. We've also left a pair of grilled wings for you!"
Meng Ran held the greasy chicken leg in his hand, lowered his head and took a bite politely.
Although it was roasted very well, it was the meat of a spiritual bird. Moreover, she was extremely hungry at the moment, so when she put it in her mouth, she could only smell the aroma of meat between her lips and teeth.
So she quickly finished the chicken leg.
Zhu Erchong also finished eating the steamed bun, and pulled her towards the fire with a smile: "Come here and eat while warming yourself by the fire. It's windy at night, and you have a low level of cultivation, so don't catch a cold."
Meng Ran thought, if her hut hadn't been burned down, it would have been enough to block the wind, so why would she need a fire
Bao Pilong spent a long time choosing among the four chicken wings, and finally took out a not-burnt one and stuffed it into Meng Ran's hand, saying warmly: "Eat it while it's hot. Senior Brother Zhu and I spent a lot of effort to catch this chicken, and we were almost discovered by the guard."
Meng Ran didn't say anything, just lowered her head and ate the chicken wings seriously.
When she was still in the mortal world, she was a princess of a small country. She always attached great importance to rules and etiquette in her behavior. In the past year since she came to Qingliu Sword Sect, she had no friends and kept to herself.
This was the first time Meng Ran ate roasted chicken with his hands.
It was also the first time I ate with someone, and the food was stolen.
She forgot how much she had eaten and what she said afterwards, and fell asleep in a daze.
It was very windy that night, but young Meng Ran did not catch a cold because the two big guys used their bodies to block the wind for her.
At sunrise the next day, Meng Ran woke up early as usual.
After opening her eyes, a yellow leaf fluttered and flew onto the little girl's face, accompanied by a thunderous shout. She blinked and soon woke up.
All the young disciples of Qingliu Sword Sect had to gather together in the early morning to be taught basic swordsmanship and skills by the elders. This was the first time that Meng Ran was absent.
She hurriedly grabbed her sword and stood up. Before leaving, she thought for a moment and pushed the two sleeping young men beside her.
"Junior Brother Zhu, Junior Brother Bao, wake up!"
If you continue to sleep, the elder will punish you by making you carry water and sweep the mountain gate!
The two opened their eyes dazedly and shouted almost at the same time: "Oops, we're late again!"
From the sound of it, it wasn't the first time they overslept.
Meng Ran shook her head and reminded softly: "The vine is broken, we have to hurry back..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the two men showing a smug smile: "Go? We are foundation-building masters, so of course we have to fly!"
Meng Ran felt a sense of uneasiness in her heart.
A moment later, Zhu Erchong grabbed Meng Ran by the back of her collar and flew up on his sword, wobbling.
He also did not forget to comfort the little girl: "Don't be afraid, I am now in the early stage of foundation building and have rich experience in flying swords..."
Bao Pilong, who was flying below, raised his head and shouted, "That's right, I'll catch you if you fall down!"
Hearing this, Meng Ran’s face turned pale.
As a result, Bao Pilong's bad words really came true. Zhu Erchong could fly well by himself, but he was still a little lacking in skills when he brought someone with him. He staggered and fell down. Bao Pilong, who wanted to rush over to catch him, not only did he fail to become a hero, but he also had his sword knocked down on him.
The three of them rolled together in the ravine, and finally climbed out at sunset, helping each other.
The punishment of sweeping the mountain gate naturally came down.
This was the first time Meng Ran had been punished in her life, but for some reason, she did not feel annoyed. Instead, she deliberately slowed down the movement of the broom in her hand.
When the sun set and the moon rose, the three of them threw away their brooms and returned to their respective peaks.
Zhu Erchong wiped his face with his sleeves, and his voice changed as unpleasant as a duck: "Goodbye, little sister Meng Ran, remember to call us senior brothers next time!"
Bao Pilong was so tired that he collapsed on the stone steps: "Next year when we become your direct disciples, we will come to eat roast chicken to celebrate."
Meng Ran wanted to laugh, but quickly held it back.
She said seriously, "Call me Senior Sister Meng Ran."
Under the moonlight, the little girl was followed by two taller figures, and one could faintly hear the two duck-voiced conversations—
"If you want to send her back to the Sixth Peak, just do it. Why are we being so shy about it?"
"No, they will say that we are clinging to the leg of their own disciples, which is so unpleasant."
…
Meng Ran held her sword without looking back. The little girl listened to the voices behind her and jumped forward happily with her short legs.
In the spring of the following year, Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong were indeed chosen and became his personal disciples.
It's just that Meng Ran didn't eat roast chicken with them to celebrate, because she was in seclusion and instruction by Fairy Ziyun.
For cultivators, ten years is just a blink of an eye.
Those little radishes who had just joined the sect began to sprout and grow, becoming either graceful and charming, handsome and free-spirited; or growing sideways, becoming increasingly bald...
Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong have become somewhat famous among the eleventh generation disciples. They have shed their former unpleasant hoarse voices and have become fairly handsome and elegant young swordsmen.
It happened to be the sect's grand competition, and this competition would not only determine the identities of the eldest brothers and disciples of each peak in this generation of disciples, but would also be used to measure the strength of each peak.
No matter they were ordinary inner disciples or direct disciples, they were all wiping their swords with great interest, waiting for the opportunity to shine.
Zhu Erchong and Bao Pilong lived up to their status as direct disciples and fought smoothly all the way to the end.
Zhu Erchong stood on the high platform, holding the sword in one hand and the other hand on his waist. The wind blew through his bangs, and he suddenly felt an invincible sense of loneliness.
"Alas, there is no one who can fight."
Just as he sighed like this, he caught a glimpse of a person flying out from the high platform next door, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be his good brother Bao Pilong.
Because of the distance, he didn't know what was happening over there. He only vaguely saw a slender figure in a white dress standing on the platform. It turned out to be a female cultivator.
The female disciples of Qingliu Sword Sect are already very rare, and there are even fewer outstanding female practitioners in this generation. Zhu Erchong sighed: "Brother, I asked you to get up early to practice swordsmanship, this is the result of being lazy. Forget it, let me avenge you..."
Before Zhu Erchong could finish his words, the white shadow flew towards him.
The female cultivator stood still, her eyebrows and eyes were as soft as a painting, and her temperament was extraordinary. She looked at him with a gentle smile at this moment, without introducing herself. It took Zhu Erchong a long time to remember when he had such a beautiful sister in the sect.
He clasped his fists and said, "This teacher..."
"Don't call me Junior Sister yet. Wait until the fight is over."
Before Zhu Erchong could react, the opponent's sword had already stabbed at him deftly, with sword energy crisscrossing the tip of the sword. He actually comprehended sword energy in the foundation-building stage! What a genius!
Zhu Erchong fought with the girl for a whole day.
In theory, his fire spiritual power should have restrained the opponent's wood spiritual energy, but the opponent had already comprehended the sword energy, and the wood spiritual power had a strong recovery ability. Even though Zhu Erchong tried his best, he was defeated in the end.
The title of the eleventh-generation eldest sister of the Qingliu Sword Sect fell to the female cultivator sitting opposite him.
He was so exhausted that he collapsed on the ring, unable to even move a finger.
I can’t figure it out. I really can’t figure it out.
When did such a master come to the inner sect? There have been no new disciples in the past ten years, and this female cultivator is wearing the clothes of a direct disciple. He knows all the direct disciples and has beaten them all, except...
Zhu Erchong's eyes suddenly widened.
He suddenly remembered a name, and the face of the little girl in his memory gradually overlapped with the scary woman on the stage.
A slender hand reached out to him.
Zhu Erchong subconsciously took her hand and stood up, staring blankly at the woman in front of him.
Meng Ran smiled gently and kindly, but there was a hint of hidden pride in her eyes.
She smiled and said, "Junior Brother Bao has already called me Senior Sister. Now it's your turn, Junior Brother Zhu."
Zhu Erchong silently turned his head and looked at Bao Pilong who was beaten into autism in the audience. The other nodded to him with tears in his eyes and admitted the matter.
Okay, I'll admit defeat.
He had no choice but to call out, "Senior Sister Meng Ran!"
Time flies so fast, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye.
Since Meng Ran became the eldest senior sister of Qingliu Sword Sect, the burden on her shoulders has become much heavier.
When friends from a friendly sect came to visit, she had to come out to entertain the senior monks. She used to be not very good at getting along with others, but gradually she became adept at interpersonal communication.
When the younger brothers and sisters in the sect wanted to go out for training, the eldest sister would naturally lead the team to take care of them. On many occasions, she saved the sect members from danger with her superb skills. As such incidents became more and more frequent, at first it was the rescued disciples who frequently visited her, but later almost everyone knew that the eldest sister had the most gentle and friendly temper, and everyone would praise her when talking about her.
"Let's go to Fubuki Island for this swordfight!" Zhu Erchong threw things into his mustard seed bag with great interest. "I heard that the disciples on Fubuki Island eat seafood every day. I haven't eaten crabs yet. I'm going to eat my fill this time!"
Bao Pilong was fascinated: "I heard that a shrimp there weighs only one pound. I want to get one that weighs 100 to 180 pounds."
Meng Ran couldn't help but smile. As she walked towards the cloud boat, she asked, "I heard that a newcomer who just entered the inner sect won the sect competition this time?"
What's that little girl's name
By the way, Wen Yun.
She sat beside the cloud boat, poured a glass of wine and drank it slowly.
The wine was newly brewed from the spiritual plants grown by Meng Ran herself. It tasted sweet and had a strong aftertaste. She felt a little dizzy after just two sips.
It was during this trance that a little girl stepped onto the cloud boat.
It was a strange face.
She looked really young, only about ten years old, with some baby fat on her cheeks. She stood far away in the crowd, silently, like a little fox that accidentally strayed into a wolf pack, all alone.
Meng Ran blinked and whispered to Zhu Erchong and the other disciples, "Don't just stand there, say hello to Junior Sister."
She put down her wine glass, and with a faint sweet smell of alcohol on her body, she slowly walked towards the lonely little girl, took her hand and led her into the lively crowd.
"Junior Sister Wen, would you like a drink?"