When Cheng Qian woke up the next day, he felt like he was going to die. When he opened his eyes, he saw Han Yuan lying nervously at the head of his bed, with a look in his eyes as if he would not live long.

Cheng Qian ignored him, got up, changed his clothes, then staggered to his feet to wash up.

Han Yuan followed Cheng Qian like a big pug that had gotten into trouble, and finally Cheng Qian said coldly, "Go away."

Han Yuan's face fell, and he said flatteringly: "Junior Brother..."

Cheng Qian's face was as cold as frost: "Don't complain, okay? Get out of here! Otherwise, I'll go find Master right now!"

Han Yuan had no choice but to run along the wall in shame.

Cheng Qian wiped the water off his face and had his own thoughts in mind - from what the eldest brother said, the master had already learned from Boss Wen that Jiang Peng was also here, so there was no need for him to do anything unnecessary, otherwise it would arouse the master's vigilance, and it might not be so easy for them to keep an eye on the master.

As soon as Cheng Qian walked out of his small hut, he saw his eldest brother expressing his contempt for the food in this shabby inn. He then openly asked the Taoist boy to prepare a special meal for him under the nose of Master Wen Ya.

Han Yuan, the little beggar, didn't learn his lesson after the night of shock. He kept chattering to the eldest brother about his desire to go out for a walk.

The eldest brother said in a twisted manner that the young master had a stiff neck due to the pillow being too hard and it was not suitable for him to walk.

And he refused to step into his carriage again - because of his junior sister's pee.

Cheng Qian felt very uncomfortable all over, and his righteousness was not flowing smoothly. When he woke up in the morning and saw these noisy brothers, he immediately found a place to cool down and sneered, "You can let Shuikeng wash your mat for you."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed, only to see that the little sister Shuikeng had climbed onto the eldest brother's car again at some point, and without hesitation stuffed a corner of the mat that she had peed on yesterday into her mouth. Her pair of ignorant big eyes blinked, and she looked up and revealed a sunny smile.

At the same time, because her teeth had not yet grown in, she couldn't help drooling at the corners of her mouth.

As if he was afraid that his senior brother would feel bad, Cheng Qian added slowly: "Look, Junior Sister has already washed it for you with her saliva."

Yan Zhengming looked like he wanted to die together with this unknown species of Junior Sister.

There was no way he could stay in the thatched cottage, nor could he ride in the carriage. This place was probably 180,000 miles away from Fuyao Mountain. Yan Zhengming looked up at the sky and felt that the world was so big that there was no place for him to stay.

And soon, the master saved him with just one sentence.

The master said, "Let's go out and play. There is no morning class today. We will stay for another half day and then board the boat to Qinglong Island in the afternoon."

Han Yuan cheered and looked at his master eagerly: "Master, I heard that there will be another market today."

"Didn't I just give you a bag of change yesterday?" Master Mu Chun was very angry for a while, but finally succumbed to Han Yuan's eager expression. He had to fumble out a purse from his sleeve and taught him like a miser, "Be frugal, don't spend recklessly."

Han Yuan was like a bird that had flown out of a cage. He took the money and went to call his friends happily. The eldest brother ignored him first and ordered a group of Taoist children to find a place for him to sleep. Li Yun wanted to go, but he looked back at Cheng Qian and changed his mind painfully. He said, "I'm going to practice swordsmanship."

Han Yuan turned to Cheng Qian cautiously, nodded and said, "Little Senior Brother, can I take you to buy some fruit?"

"Take Junior Sister with you," Cheng Qian said indifferently, "You two can get along better together."

Han Yuan: “…”

Finally, Han Yuan picked up Junior Sister Shuikeng with one hand, scratched his ears and cheeks for a moment, feeling as if he was being mocked, but he soon let it go. Cheng Qian was a treacherous man who would prick anyone he saw, sometimes even the master was not spared. Han Yuan had long been accustomed to it and did not care at all. He ran away happily with Shuikeng.

Wen Ya had a stern face as he watched Master Mu Chun's disciples disperse after a brief exchange. He evaluated them one by one behind their backs. He looked at Yan Zhengming and said, "Without training and practice, they are useless."

Then he looked at Li Yun and said, "If you don't have a strong mind, you won't be able to accomplish anything."

Facing Cheng Qian, he spoke briefly and to the point, without even explaining the reason, and simply said, "He is useless."

Finally, it was Han Yuan. Han Yuan was the only one who was not described as "useless" because Master Wen Ya asked Master Mu Chun in surprise: "Where did you pick up this thing to make up the number?"

As for Puddle, she was ignored, considering that she was still a "toothless person" and could only be considered half a person at best.

After finishing her comments, Wen Ya snorted in a noble and cold manner, and without even looking at Master Mu Chun's gloomy face, she just turned away.

That evening, the Fuyao Sect boarded a ship bound for Qinglong Island.

Those who seek immortality and the way to enlightenment are mostly mortal beings, divided into different classes, and they also have a competitive spirit.

Dozens of large and small ships were lined up at the East China Sea port. Among them were large ships covered with carvings and gauze curtains, as well as small boats that were so shabby that they would take on water if they were shaken.

The master, a person who is not presentable, wanted to get a bargain as soon as he arrived. He quickly set his eyes on a few small boats and charged only five cents per person. It couldn't be a better deal.

There were also some broken pots and bowls on the boat, which were said to be used to scoop water out in case the bottom of the boat leaked.

This time, Yan Zhengming finally did not let his master succeed. Just when his master was walking towards the dock in small steps to book a ship, he had already sent his Taoist children to rush back and forth to book the largest, most expensive and most luxurious ship, and he took the lead and went on board with his head held high.

When it comes to setting off on a journey, Cheng Qian is usually not in a hurry and walks at the end with his master, because he really doesn't want to be with any of his senior and junior brothers.

This time, Cheng Qian, who was following his master, saw his master frown at his eldest senior brother for the first time.

Cheng Qian obediently let his master lead him. When he saw his master frowning, he asked, "Master, what's wrong? Is it because my eldest brother is too wasteful?"

"It is indeed difficult to move forward without money," said Master Mu Chun, "but it is just material possessions, so there is no need to worry too much. It's just that he shouldn't be so ostentatious."

Cheng Qian was stunned at first, but then he reacted quickly and glanced around - everyone was heading to Qinglong Island, in addition to the boatmen and fishermen, there were also many other sects.

Among these people, there were some young ones who could not hide their thoughts and were already looking at their ostentatious group.

Yan Zhengming arrogantly directed the Taoist boy to move his pile of luxurious things. He looked like a dandy, not like a cultivator. Instead, he looked like a rich playboy, with an air of being ignorant of the ways of the world.

In response, some people showed contempt, some were quite disgusted, and there were a few people wandering near the cheap boat, dressed in rags, staring at Yan Zhengming from afar, with no idea what expression they had.

Cheng Qian's grip on the wooden sword tightened involuntarily, and he suddenly looked up and asked, "Master, when can I hold a real sword? Senior Brother's sword skills are not as good as mine."

Master Mu Chun looked down at him lovingly and asked, "What do you want the sword for?"

Cheng Qian once again swept his eyes over the unfriendly looks around him, pondering in his mind how to say this. He was extremely sensitive to hostility, and facing hostility, he could only feel at ease when he had a sharp weapon.

Although Cheng Qian also felt that the eldest senior brother was a bit stupid, he still found the master's words that he should not be too ostentatious irritating. Does a person... have to live in the eyes of others and follow their wishes?

Should I go against my heart and restrain my character just because of the envy and jealousy of those fools?

Why!

But it was inconvenient to tell his master about these thoughts. Cheng Qian had a hunch that his master would not like to hear them, so he just said evasively: "I see that others have the same idea."

Master Mu Chun smiled and said, "The sword you practice is different from others. A real sword can easily hurt you by mistake. You should wait until you are a few years older."

Cheng Qian: “…”

He always felt that there was something else behind his master's words.

The boat had been booked and the parade had been held, so Mu Chun had no choice but to lead Cheng Qian on board.

The weather was good that day, and the boat was sailing for thousands of miles with calm winds and waves. Even the usually vague Qinglong Island became clear. Shuikeng was a little excited, probably because the fishy smell in the sea water stimulated her. She didn't stop for a moment, climbing up and down on the master's shriveled shoulders and grabbing the master's hair into a bird's nest.

There were many people traveling together. Looking from the deck, they saw a boat full of sword practitioners from some unknown sect, practicing with real swords and guns.

There were a few old men flying on swords beside the other boat, probably they were escorting the younger generation of their sect. On the way, maybe he thought the boat was moving too slowly, so an old man who looked like a fat carrot raised his arms. His huge sleeves flew up into the wind, blowing up two sleeves of sea breeze. The sea was suddenly windy and rough, and it seemed as if an invisible hand was pushing their boat from behind. It broke through the waves like a gust of wind, and several small boats nearby were almost overturned by it.

The boat of the group of sword cultivators was almost capsized. A middle-aged man who looked like an elder stepped out from the crowd, stood at the bow with a heavy sword in his hand, and held the sword upright to his side. It was unknown what kind of martial arts he used, but his face turned red. At least he did not let the large boat capsize on the spot.

Although the Fuyao sect had no one in charge, its ship was large and it only swayed slightly, rising and falling in the huge waves for a moment, and splashed some sea water.

As a result, Cheng Qian discovered that the people on the several embarrassed boats around them seemed to be looking at them in an even more wrong way.

Cheng Qian clutched his wooden sword, stood expressionlessly on the side of the boat and watched coldly. He felt that the cultivators were not at all as pure and inactive as those on Fuyao Mountain. There were also those who took advantage of their power to bully others, and those who were bullied not only did not hate the instigators, but were jealous of those who escaped the disaster.

Cheng Qian suddenly felt that it was boring and he didn't want to watch the powerful people flying in the clouds anymore. The conceited and arrogant heart in his chest began to play tricks again. He felt that it was not a good idea to keep pace with these people.

So he turned back to the cabin, found a place in the shaking wind and rain, picked up the talisman and carving knife and began to do his excessive homework, wishing he could become a powerful person the next day.

In addition, he also took out a sword manual from the Sutra Building, called Haichao Sword Technique, which coincided with this trip to the East China Sea. Cheng Qian had already completed the second form of the Fuyao Wooden Sword and had just started learning the third form. His progress had basically caught up with Li Yun. He practiced so fast because he was the only one among all the disciples who had his hands worn out by the wooden sword while practicing sword.

Compared with the Fuyao Wooden Sword, other sword techniques seemed much more straightforward, far less dazzling. Just when he had practiced the Sea Tide Sword several times and began to understand it, Li Yun suddenly broke in.

"Xiao Qian!" He pushed open his door breathlessly, "What are you doing hiding here? Come up with me quickly, it seems that the big devil that Senior Brother mentioned is here!"