There was a silent starry sky above his head and his senior brother snoring loudly beside him. Wen Yun, who was standing on the top of the mountain, fell into a state of despair.
Well, we’ll spend the night on the top of the mountain.
She chose a piece of bluestone among the weeds and lay down to lean against it, and couldn't help but sigh when she thought of the chaotic experience tonight.
I don’t know who the master of these senior brothers is, and how he could have trained these three strange yet incredibly powerful disciples.
The senior brothers never mentioned the master, but it is said that what kind of person teaches what kind of disciple. Wen Yun thought about their quirks and slowly outlined the image of the master.
The eldest brother is an alcoholic, the second brother is a playboy, and the third brother holds a sword every day.
So, their master...
Probably an old man with white hair and beard, holding a wine jug in his left hand, a sword in his right hand, and who can't walk when he sees a beauty
Alas.
After huddling on the top of the mountain for a night, I finally made it to dawn.
Wen Yun stood up and stretched himself, preparing to find a way down the mountain.
At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flew over.
It turned out to be Bai Yushan
He held the huge sword in his arms, and did not explain how he got here. He said calmly, "I'll take you down."
Wen Yun subconsciously looked at Yue Xingzhou who was still sleeping soundly beside him: "Then Senior Brother..."
You can't just hang him on the flying sword, right
Bai Yushan answered mercilessly: "He will know when he wakes up."
Very good, it seems that everyone is used to the eldest brother being drunk.
However, before going down the mountain, Bai Yushan also knelt in front of the cave and kowtowed three times.
He seemed to be dissatisfied with the weeds and trees growing above his master's head, and started to clean them up without saying a word.
Wen Yun followed him silently to help. While pulling out weeds, he saw Bai Yushan pull out the sapling above the cave with one hand, and then threw it back.
Even though Wen Yun reacted quickly, she was still hit on the head because she was caught off guard.
"… "
Bai Yushan looked back at this scene, and for a moment he didn't know how to start. After a long silence, he said: "Junior Sister Wen, I..."
"Third Brother, stop talking."
Wen Yun quickly interrupted him, saying in a hurried tone: "Do you want this little tree? Is it useful to you sword cultivators?"
Bai Yushan took a look at the small sapling and shook his head slightly.
"It's too small, it's hard to make a fire."
In short, it was waste wood in his eyes.
Then he saw Wen Yun, with mud all over his head, holding the sapling and laughing foolishly.
Bai Yushan: Did you get hit silly
Wen Yun is certainly not stupid. Only magical materials can make her, who is usually calm and composed, go crazy.
As expected, different worlds have different values. Things that are useless to sword practitioners can cause an inter-racial war in the magic world.
Wen Yun has a famous dragon bone wand, the only one as famous as it is the flamboyant wood staff.
According to legend, after the phoenix is reborn, a flamboyant tree will grow in the same place. There is only one such tree in the entire magical world, and the staff has always been held by successive Popes of Light.
That’s right, the small sapling in front of Wen Yun is a Delonix regia!
Although the tree was too small to be used as a wand, she could plant it and wait for it to grow.
She carefully wrapped the sapling in her coat and held it in her arms. Bai Yushan did not ask any questions and just flew with her on his sword in silence.
Anyway, everyone on the Tenth Peak was surprised. In comparison, Junior Sister Wen’s love for wood was quite normal.
Halfway through the journey, Wen Yun shifted her attention away from the Delonix Regia, and then she realized that the route was not right.
"Third Brother, this doesn't seem to be the way back to the woodshed?"
"Um."
Bai Yushan hummed and did not answer, finally landing on the south slope of the tenth peak.
He said coldly: "Choose whichever one you like."
After Wen Yun stood firm, he looked up at the dense forest, slightly opened his lips, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.
I was dumbfounded.
Aren’t firewood trees said to grow in craters? Why is there such a large forest of firewood trees on the Tenth Peak
Seeing that she hadn't responded for a long time, Bai Yushan was too lazy to wait any longer and casually patted the plant beside him: "Then let's pick this one."
This tree was the thickest and largest in the entire jungle, and he had originally intended to save it for burning next time he forged his sword.
But since Junior Sister Wen likes wood so much, it wouldn’t hurt to give her some.
Then Wen Yun saw Bai Yushan stretch out his hand and pull up the fire fir tree by its roots, which took almost two people to hug!
Wen Yun felt like he was dreaming until he landed.
Before leaving, Bai Yushan turned his head and suddenly asked: "Are you satisfied?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily, unable to hide her joy in her tone: "I like it very much, thank you, Third Brother!"
She looked up at him with curved eyebrows and a gentle smile on her usually cold and distant face, like the first snowfall, which made him feel hot unconsciously.
Bai Yushan turned his face away: "You're welcome."
He turned around and asked stiffly: "Is it enough?"
There’s more on the mountain.
Wen Yun quickly replied: "That's enough."
So Bai Yushan said no more and flew away coldly on his sword.
Wen Yun felt as if he was floating: "It's a five thousand year old fire fir tree, and it's still a complete tree. Maybe I can take the core of the tree and make a magic wand?"
It was too extravagant and wasteful. Others would spend all their fortunes to exchange for a hundred-year-old firewood, but she only used the core of a five-thousand-year-old firewood
This is... too happy!
In the next two months, Wen Yun began to concentrate on making magic wands and almost never went out.
During this period, the eldest senior brother came to apologize, the third senior brother broke his sword twice and asked her to help him make fire and forge swords, and the second senior brother disappeared, probably he was writing a romantic story with some female cultivator again.
To make a magic wand, you need to constantly connect with it using your mental power in order to achieve perfect coordination.
While Wen Yun was communicating with the fire fir wood, he also made the blood pine and elder wood into magic wands.
Although both of them are mostly used for dark magic, which she is not very good at, who would complain about having too many high-level magic wands
As for that small Poinciana tree, it has a strong boost to almost every type of magic.
Wen Yun did not let the young tree go, and he would devote a bit of his mental energy to nurturing it every day. The poinciana tree, which was originally a little wilted, gradually began to thrive.
As she slowly peeled off the bark of the fir tree, she gave the poinciana a loving smile.
Grow up quickly, so that I can cut you when you grow up.
The night before the Firewood Wand was made, Wen Yun, exhausted, slept very soundly and even had a dream.
To be exact, it was not a dream, but a scene she had seen before.
In his previous life, Wen Yun cast a forbidden spell of time and space that he created, trying to travel through time and space to return home.
However, after the time and space were twisted, her body was torn to pieces in an instant, leaving only her gradually dissipating soul floating in the strange time and space.
The plants wither and grow, the stars move, and everything passes by quickly before our eyes like fleeting clouds.
The last scene is a figure.
The vast sky and earth were covered with a streak of white, and heavy snow was falling from the gloomy sky. A man with black hair and white clothes was walking slowly on the snow, holding a wooden sword in his hand.
Snow fell all over his shoulders and the top of his head. His clothes were already soaked with blood. The deep red liquid slowly slid from the back of his hand to the wooden sword, then condensed at the tip of the sword bit by bit and fell onto the snow.
It is very much like the sad and beautiful red plum blossoms blooming silently in the vast universe.
At that time, Wen Yun's soul was on the verge of breaking. Believing that she had no way out, she simply used her soul to cast magic to dispel the wind and snow around the man, just to accumulate good karma.
A ray of sunlight pierced through the gloomy sky and fell on the snow on his shoulders.
Then, the man seemed to have noticed something and slowly turned around—
"Junior Sister Wen?"
It was exactly the same as when he first came into this world. Before Wen Yun could see the man's face clearly, he was woken up in a daze.
The shouting outside sounded again.
"Junior Sister Wen?"
Waiting outside was Xu Wanfeng, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. When he saw Wen Yun coming out, he smiled and said, "Finally, you're out. Go get your allowance for the next two months."
He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You go by yourself this time. If they dare to say that there is nothing from the Tenth Peak again, come back and tell me, and I will go again to let them know how powerful we are."
If he went with Wen Yun, those bullies in the Internal Affairs Hall would definitely hand over the things obediently.
Wen Yun, who has no cultivation, has to go there himself to find out whether those guys have learned their lesson. If they haven’t, he doesn’t mind snatching it away again…
Wen Yun calmly pointed out: "Second Brother, I see from your expression that you really hope they won't give me anything?"
Xu Wanfeng, whose thoughts were revealed, smiled shyly and said innocently, "Junior Sister Wen, you are overthinking. Go quickly. If you are bullied, come back and tell me."
Wen Yun went anyway, and this time he brought the elderberry wand with him.
The beginning of every month is the day when inner disciples receive their allowances, which range from ordinary clothes to various spirit stones for practice and ores for sword-making.
Although direct disciples do not value these things, they are still very important resources for ordinary disciples.
So a long queue formed in the Internal Affairs Hall early on, and Wen Yun walked slowly to the end of the queue.
She was born with an exceptionally delicate appearance. When she was in the outer courtyard, she was still eye-catching in her plain green shirt. Now, she had changed into the white gauze skirt of an inner sect disciple, which made her look even more cool and elegant, like pure snow on a high mountain.
The only thing that looked strange was the black wooden stick in his hand.
The disciples around quietly turned their gazes over and someone whispered.
"That junior sister looks unfamiliar. Do you know which peak she is from?"
"I haven't seen her either. Maybe she's a junior sister from the Sixth Peak?"
"It shouldn't be. I know all the sisters from the Sixth Peak, but I have never seen such a beautiful woman as icy as snow."
"Great, great..."
At this moment, there was a small noise suddenly coming from the front. It turned out that a senior brother from the First Peak, along with his junior brothers and sisters from the First Peak, forcefully cut in line from the back.
Everyone was whispering, but no one dared to speak out and question.
The disciple standing behind Wen Yun muttered quietly: "Are the people from the First Peak too arrogant?"
It happened that at this time, more than a dozen people from the First Peak received their things and walked out, and this sentence was heard by a round-faced junior sister.
Ming Yuan said loudly: "Senior Brother Lu, this person is saying bad things about our First Peak!"
Senior Brother Lu, who was in the lead, stopped and turned back, revealing a cold face.
His facial features are regular, but there is a scar at the corner of his mouth, which makes him look particularly funny.
He glanced over: "Who said that?"
The disciple behind Wen Yun was stared at and felt uneasy. He subconsciously pointed randomly: "She said it!"
Wen Yun, who was just pointed at, slowly raised his eyelids and looked coldly at the people on the First Peak.
Ming Yuan looked around subconsciously, and after confirming that Xu Wanfeng was not there this time, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She boldly urged: "Brother Lu, look, it's another one from the Tenth Peak..."
After hearing this, Wen Yun said calmly: "It's quite a coincidence."
His eyes fell on Senior Brother Lu who was in the lead.
Senior Brother Lu, who originally wanted to pretend not to see him and quickly slip away, said: "..."
He glared at Ming Yuan, his mouth was hoarse and he couldn't utter the three words "Uncle Master Wen". He could only hold the sword, bend down and pay respect to Wen Yun as a junior.
I have to say that he really learned his lesson last time. After seeing that his own master could only kowtow obediently at the foot of the Tenth Peak, he no longer had any desire for revenge.
Fortunately, Wen Yun didn't care. He nodded slightly and let him go.
Senior Brother Lu quickly grabbed Ming Yuan, who was still trying to force him, and ran away quickly.
The disciples watching on the side were dumbfounded.
"This doesn't look like a junior sister? Could she be an elder from some peak?"
"But judging from her cultivation level, it seems that it is too low to be seen?"
"What do you know? Can you see the elder's realm clearly? This is not called lack of cultivation, this is called unfathomable!"
"Look at the black wooden sword in her hand. It's really a return to nature!"
…
This time, the steward of the Internal Affairs Hall did not make things difficult and handed the things to Wen Yun respectfully.
Disciples from all peaks brought low-level mustard seed sacs, but Wen Yun was the only one who had no spiritual power and could not use them. She had to carry a large bag to carry the ores, but there were so many ores distributed this time that she could not fit them all.
Just when Wen Yun was considering to whom he should give the ore, someone suddenly handed him a mustard seed sac.
"Use mine."
She turned around and saw a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes standing behind her.
There seemed to be a faint light in his eyes. He pursed his lips and said, "Junior Sister Wen, do you still remember me?"
Wen Yun: "..."
Please don't test my ability to remember people's names.