Wen Yun now has two options.
First, he cried out for justice with tears, exposing Xie Mi'an's false title of genius, and let the three senior brothers with unpredictable strength avenge him.
Second, make up stories to get away with it.
Wen Yun chose the second option without hesitation.
Comparing a worthless menial disciple with a member of a noble family, any normal person would stand on the side of the latter. If she dared to tell the truth now, she might be caught by these three people, sent to the Xie family and silenced.
She didn't think of herself as the heroine in a storybook, who could get others to challenge an aristocratic family for her as soon as they met.
Moreover, the reason why she dared to enter the inner gate was because she heard the day before yesterday that her direct disciples would be taken out to encircle and suppress the evil cultivators in the next two days. She would not have to worry about being encountered by Xie Mi'an for at least two or three years.
Besides, it is better to rely on herself than on others. She now has enough time to improve her strength at the Tenth Peak.
It is never too late for a monk to take revenge after a hundred years. After all, when a cultivator reaches a high level, he can go into seclusion once, and a hundred years may pass in the blink of an eye.
So Wen Yun remained calm and made up a tragic story about how both his parents had died and his golden elixir was being stolen by an evil cultivator.
The righteous and evil paths have had a life-and-death feud that dates back thousands of years; even Wen Yun has heard of it.
It is said that five hundred years ago, the power of the evil sect was far greater than that of the righteous sect. If the three major sects and the four major families had not joined forces to force them back overseas, I am afraid that the inland would have already been their world.
After five hundred years of peace, they have actually been secretly making a comeback in the past decade or so, and Wen Yun's words inadvertently coincided with this.
As expected, when the three heard that it was the work of a demon cultivator, they immediately stopped asking questions and just looked at her with pity.
There are too many geniuses who have fallen at the hands of evil cultivators. Wen Yun is not the only one. They have seen too many over the past few hundred years.
Seeing that Wen Yun was so miserable at such a young age, Xu Wanfeng couldn't help but feel pity for her and considerately took her to the Internal Affairs Hall to collect her share.
Of course, he was very compassionate to all female cultivators, and his degree of compassion fluctuated according to their appearance.
Just as they arrived near the Internal Affairs Hall, Xu Wanfeng was called away by a female elder, so Wen Yun had to go and lead the group himself.
There are quite a few disciples receiving their allowances here, and several of them are familiar faces who were promoted from the outer courtyard. Ming Yuan is also among them.
Wen Yun handed over the identity jade card, but he didn't expect the other party to frown after taking a look at it.
"Go away, don't make fun of me! You can't even make a fake brand. Why do you have to make the tenth peak? Where is the tenth peak in the inner gate?"
Ming Yuan couldn't help laughing when she saw this. She walked forward leisurely, pushed Wen Yun aside, and handed over her jade token.
When he saw that it was a disciple from the First Peak, the manager immediately gave a flattering smile.
"So she is the junior sister from the First Peak. She looks unfamiliar. I wonder which master she is serving?"
Ming Yuan replied proudly: "I am a disciple of Master Zhao."
The steward's smile deepened: "My apologies, you are actually the disciple of Elder Hong Zhuo. Junior Sister Ming will surely have a bright future!"
Ming Yuan took the things and mocked Wen Yun who was standing beside him with nothing in his hands: "Which peak is Junior Sister Wen burning firewood at now? I have searched the inner gates but can't find any Tenth Peak."
The manager also said in a sarcastic tone: "I have been in the Internal Affairs Hall for three years, and the higher-ups have never given us any quota for the Tenth Peak."
Before Wen Yun could speak, a tremendous pressure suddenly arose, and everyone in the Internal Affairs Hall except Wen Yun was knocked to the ground.
Xu Wanfeng walked in slowly from outside and threw out a mustard seed bag.
"He said there's no share for you, right? Okay, let's take them all back and slowly look for your share."
"… "
Isn't this blatant robbery
But Wen Yun was an obedient sister, and she quickly helped the second brother to grab... no, to pack things.
After collecting the things, Xu Wanfeng walked forward a few steps and stopped in front of Ming Yuan, squatted down and looked at her with a smile.
"Don't be afraid, round-faced junior sister. I'm not a bad person."
Ming Yuan's mind was filled with the tragic scene of her senior brother having his mouth cut. She covered her mouth and hid back in fear.
The cold and sharp energy of the Green Bamboo Sword hung in front of her eyes. Xu Wanfeng hooked his finger, and the sword slapped Ming Yuan's round face, scaring her so much that she almost fainted.
But he still smiled harmlessly and kindly pointed at Wen Yun for Ming Yuan to see.
"You can insult her."
The finger shook.
"It is not okay to insult the Tenth Peak."
Wen Yun: "..."
Second brother, please have some respect for my junior sister's dignity!
The second senior brother still felt sorry for his junior sister. After leaving the inner affairs hall, he gave the mustard seed bag filled with pie to Wen Yun.
Although Wen Yun couldn't open it at all because he had no spiritual energy, he could only use it as a decoration.
Xu Wanfeng was still not satisfied and complained to Wen Yun: "The brats on the First Peak never learn their lesson. They need to be taught well."
Wen Yun originally thought that he still wanted to go to the First Peak to steal something, but he didn't expect...
He snatched two people back.
The young man looked very familiar; he was the one whose mouth was slashed by Xu Wanfeng.
The other old man in brocade robe was Hong Zhuo, the elder of the First Peak.
He was a man who had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and was a big shot who was respected wherever he went. But now he was kneeling stiffly at the foot of the Tenth Peak.
Xu Wanfeng counted: "Continue, there are still 872."
His eyes were filled with humiliation and anger as he stared at Wen Yun not far away.
Then he kowtowed again with a "bang", stood up and continued to stare at Wen Yun.
"Don't stare at me like that." Wen Yun frowned and looked at him: "I'm just sweeping the floor here."
This is true. The foot of the Tenth Peak has not been cleaned for many years. The three of them had to fly to go out, and the road is almost unrecognizable.
She was sweeping the floor just now when Elder Hong Zhuo and his disciples were packed up and thrown down.
However, Elder Hong Zhuo happened to be forced to kneel here and kowtow. He did not dare to glare at Xu Wanfeng, so he could only glare at Wen Yun.
Xu Wanfeng said lazily: "Hong Zhuo, how dare you stare at me, the people from the Tenth Peak?"
Elder Hong Zhuo quickly lowered his head and spoke his first words after arriving at the Tenth Peak.
"Hong Zhuo wouldn't dare, Uncle Master."
Xu Wanfeng raised his chin towards Wen Yun: "She's new here, so I won't take advantage of you."
Before Elder Hong Zhuo could breathe a sigh of relief, Xu Wanfeng continued, "When you see her in the future, just call her Uncle Master."
So Elder Hong Zhuo felt aggrieved and said, "Hello, Uncle Master."
When he spoke, Wen Yun's eyelids twitched.
She silently glanced at Hong Zhuo, who had wrinkled skin and white hair, and then at Xu Wanfeng, who looked like a young man in his twenties.
After Elder Hong Zhuo and his disciple kowtowed a thousand times obediently, she finally couldn't bear it any longer.
"Second Brother, you seem to be of a high generation?"
The second senior brother looked at her inexplicably and said, "Didn't I tell you that I am the eighth generation disciple, and you are listed as the ninth generation disciple."
Wen Yun pondered for a moment and asked strangely: "What generation of disciples is the master?"
"Same as Hong Zhuo, the tenth generation."
Therefore, when Xie Mi'an sees her in the future, he needs to call her respectfully...
Great uncle master
After a moment's silence, Wen Yun asked a soul-searching question.
"Second Senior Brother, may I ask how old you are?"
Xu Wanfeng smiled shyly: "I'm not very old, only 520 years old."
He wanted to see Wen Yun's shocked expression, but the girl just nodded with a wooden face, and then said calmly: "Not bad, about the same as me."
She lived for five hundred years in her previous life, which was almost the same.
Xu Wanfeng: "Junior sister, are you serious?"
"Yeah." Wen Yun nodded and said confidently: "Brother, you are only five hundred years old, as young as me."
But she also roughly knew Xu Wanfeng's strength.
In the world of cultivation, the life span of the Jindan stage has increased to 200 years, and the life span of the Yuanying stage has increased to 500 years. Xu Wanfeng's cultivation must be above this.
The stage of spiritual transformation!
"We have been fasting for a long time, but the eldest brother will probably drink tonight, so you can prepare some snacks for him."
Xu Wanfeng took Wen Yun to familiarize himself with the various courtyards on the Tenth Peak, and suddenly remembered that Wen Yun seemed to be keen on making fire and chopping wood.
So he pointed to the woodshed in the corner and said, "There seems to be a lot of waste wood in there that Third Junior Brother used for sword practice. Go and see if it's enough."
"There are only ordinary trees on the mountain. If there is not enough firewood, just chop them down."
After giving a few quick instructions, he flew away on his sword.
Just now, his junior sister praised him for his youth, and Xu Wanfeng, who had regained his confidence, decided to accept the invitation from the eleventh-generation female disciple.
Wen Yun began to fulfill his duties as a fire-burning disciple.
The eldest brother wants to prepare some snacks with wine in the evening. It’s getting late now, so we have to prepare them quickly.
She pushed open the woodshed, picked up a pile of dry wood, and threw it into the stove to make a fire and cook.
The next moment, she seemed to be frozen.
After a while, her hands began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, and then she slowly stroked the half-rotten wood, her expression becoming infatuated.
After taking a deep breath and exhaling, Wen Yun finally regained his lost sanity.
No, I still can’t calm down.
She was sure that no magician could remain calm at this moment!
"Firewood!"
Legend has it that this tree only grows in extremely hot places and requires almost no water. It is also one of the most suitable high-level wand materials for fire magic.
In his previous life, Wen Yun had seen a magic wand made of hundred-year-old firewood. The fireballs fired by other magic wands looked like shot puts, but the fireballs fired by this magic wand looked like basketballs!
However, the one in her hand is at least five hundred years old. If she throws a fireball at it, she will win in terms of momentum.
Even in the magical world, such high-grade materials are rare.
Wen Yun was a little hesitant. Could it be that they accidentally threw the treasure to the wrong place? Although Huoshan was valuable, it was not good to steal other people's things. Wen Yun would not do such a thing.
Just at this moment, Bai Yushan, who was pushing a wheelchair, passed by outside.
"Brother Bai, please stay!"
The wheelchair stopped, Bai Yushan stared at Wen Yun silently, but saw her holding a rotten wood in both hands.
It's really rotten, the edges are rotten and falling apart.
"Did Brother drop this accidentally?"
“… No.” Does he look like the kind of guy who carries around rotten wood
Then, he noticed that the girl's eyes brightened a lot and her tone became enthusiastic.
"Can you give it to me then?"
"Can."
After hearing this, Wen Yun touched the fire fir wood, and finally hugged it in his arms with satisfaction.
A magician's wand is equivalent to a swordsman's swordsman's swordsman, both are as important as a wife.
She has a wife again!
Bai Yushan: "..."
Second Senior Brother was right. Junior Sister Wen really likes chopping wood and making fire.
After carefully placing the piece of firewood, Wen Yun happily returned to the woodshed to find ordinary wood for burning.
This time when she entered, she paid close attention and took in all the wood in the house.
After seeing the types of firewood in the house—
Wen Yun slowly raised his hand and pressed his chest to prevent himself from fainting from excitement.
So exciting, so exciting!
What kind of garbage is a hundred-year-old firewood
Five hundred years old blood pine, eight hundred years old thunder bamboo, and thousand years old elderberry!
These high-end materials that countless magicians have spent their entire lives pursuing were all thrown into this dilapidated woodshed and used as firewood!