Chapter 9 Lantern Festival (I) Did the eldest brother invite him?

Most of the people who went to the dining hall to eat were outer disciples who had not yet established their foundation and had not yet been able to escape the cycle of reincarnation.

Chao Jianxue attracted countless attention when he came in.

His performance in the Immortal Sect Competition could be said to have made him famous in one battle, and the outer disciples who did not know him before were also deeply impressed.

At this time, they all looked at his sleeves at the same time, and it was conceivable how many spiritual treasures could be shaken out from them.

And the golden armlet was indeed a treasure. It was a pity that it was hidden under the sleeves, so there was no chance to feast their eyes on it.

Chao Jianxue naturally felt the gazes of the crowd, but he was not afraid of being stared at, and could even enjoy being stared at, and calmly and generously picked a few dishes. After all,

Wuwei Sect was an immortal sect, and the diet was mainly light. There were only three meat dishes among the many dishes, and Chao Jianxue only took those three.

If Chao Jianxue said that the saying that patients should eat light food was fake, where would the strength come from if they did not eat nutritious food?

He even picked out all the shredded ginger from the minced meat, looking extremely picky.

"Senior Brother Chao!" Several people came together and sat down at the same table with him, smiling broadly.

Chao Jianxue remembered that these people were the outer sect friends around the original owner.

However, they were the few people in Wuwei Sect who smiled so flatteringly at Chao Jianxue, so it was no wonder that the original owner loved to play with them.

Who wouldn't like to be flattered?

"On the day of the competition, the fight between Senior Brother Chao and the guy named Mo was so exciting!" A pockmarked face flattered, and started with the speed of Chao Jianxue's moves, exaggerating the scene at that time, not mentioning that he used a spiritual weapon to beat Mo Zezhi.

Chao Jianxue was amused by his exaggerated tone and said with a smile: "I didn't know I was so powerful."

The pockmarked face was full of admiration: "Senior Brother Chao is powerful and humble. I really admire him!"

"But..." Seeing his happy expression, he tried, "What are those treasures used by Senior Brother Chao? We have never seen them before. I wonder if you can open our eyes for us?"

Chao Jianxue knew this would happen. In the past, this group of people also asked for some things from the original owner in this way.

He put down his chopsticks and sighed faintly: "All gone."

Several people said: "Why are they gone?"

Chao Jianxue said: "Because I used them up and threw them all away."

"Why, how could it be--" The word waste is not enough to describe it, it almost makes people feel sad.

How come all the good treasures fell into Chao Jianxue's hands.

But this news made them excited again. Didn't the idiot know that some spiritual tools are not disposable?

"Where did you throw it, brother?"

Chao Jianxue pretended to think for a while, and said, "In the small pond at the foot of Fuxian Mountain."

Several people were delighted, and said a few words to Chao Jianxue, but from their expressions, Chao Jianxue could easily see that they were impatient.

He yawned, and the meat in his mouth was tasteless, so he simply drove them away: "I'm almost done eating and going back, you guys should go back soon."

Several people wanted it, and ran away quickly.

Intermittently, several groups of people followed them out, and they walked quickly after leaving the dining hall, and their directions were very consistent.

Chao Jianxue sneered. Since they were all going to rob the treasure, why pretend to be so gentle? They should have run out when they heard the news.

The disciples of Wuwei Sect are really decent people.

The original owner did not like these fellow disciples, and he was no exception.

Chao Jianxue returned to Qingxuezhu and rummaged through the boxes to find a usable spiritual sword. In the morning, he did not just skim through the movements, but actually memorized a few movements. He could clumsily swing the spirit sword up and down and left and right

with the spirit sword in his palm. He held the sword manual in one hand and the sword in the other. He was sweating profusely after doing a few movements. When doing it according to the sword manual, the spirit power would often stagnate when it reached the palm, and there was no sense of dexterity at all.

Chao Jianxue had no choice but to put down the sword and learn to control the spirit power to move around. The moment he closed his eyes and opened them

again, the sun was setting. No wonder it is said that immortals would be in seclusion for several years. Time is really like sand flowing through fingers.

He thought about going to Master Mu Yuan to give him some advice. When he walked to the library, he saw a familiar silhouette walking towards him from a distance.

Everyone here wore the same disciple uniform, but Yu Wei was very recognizable. He walked like the breeze and the bright moon, with a variety of manners.

"Senior brother." Yu Wei greeted him with a gentle and polite manner.

Chao Jianxue teased him, "Are you going to ask Master for some special treatment?"

Yu Wei remained calm and said, "Master is not in the Moon Viewing Platform, go back, brother."

Chao Jianxue said, "Oh," and then said, "How did you know I was going to see Master?"

Yu Wei said, "Only this road leads to the Moon Viewing Platform."

Chao Jianxue had to give up and turn back, and went home with him.

In the moonlit night, across from the sparse and open mountain scenery, thousands of lights were suddenly lit up, and the stars were dotted around the mountain, like a flowing Milky Way.

Chao Jianxue couldn't help asking, "What activities are going on across from there?"

"Today is the Qixi Festival in Xuanzhen Realm, and both inner and outer disciples can go to the main peak to play." Yu Wei said.

On Qixi Festival, Chao Jianxue didn't expect Xuanzhen Realm to have such a lively life.

He glanced at Yu Wei's fairy-like appearance, and urged: "Junior brother, why don't you go and see the excitement?"

Yu Wei did not show any interest: "It's just meaningless excitement."

Chao Jianxue: "What's the point of excitement? Isn't it just for fun? Really not going?"

Yu Wei glanced at him indifferently: "Brother, do you want to go?"

Chao Jianxue nodded naturally: "I want to go."

He did not give up: "You really don't want to go?"

Yu Wei said: "I still have the mental method to practice."

The two of them just walked to the fork in the mountain. There was a wooden bridge leading to the main peak on the right front. There were a few festive lanterns floating over there, suspended in the air at the bridge head, illuminating the cheeks of the two.

Seeing Yu Wei's unmoved look, Chao Jianxue suddenly felt bored and waved at him: "If you don't want to go, forget it, I'll go and see it myself, I'm really curious."

After that, he walked leisurely onto the wooden bridge, fiddling with a few floating lanterns beside him, and the candles inside burned more vigorously.

Yu Wei retracted his gaze, took a few steps forward, and gradually slowed down his pace.

It was the Qixi Festival.

According to the tradition of the festival, one should invite the person one likes to enjoy the thousands of lanterns together. The Wuwei Sect is not a heartless sect, and many of its disciples eventually become Taoist couples.

Does the eldest brother know this tradition? Was he inviting him just now?

This matter was elusive anyway.

He looked back again, and Chao Jianxue had already walked to the other end. His back was thin and gradually unclear.

Since coming to the Xuanzhen Realm, Chao Jianxue has spent most of his time in Fuxian Mountain.

His Qingxue Building was very quiet, and he didn't even see a cat or a dog. Therefore, when he suddenly walked into such a lively scene, he almost thought he had gone down the mountain and into the city.

It was rare to have such a relaxing time during the day-to-day practice. The disciples set up small stalls on the roadside and put out the small things they made with their own skills, just like a market.

Chao Jianxue bought a string of candied haws and chewed them. He felt that they were crisper and sweeter than those he had eaten in his previous life. The Xuanzhen Realm was full of outstanding people and beautiful scenery, and even the hawthorns grew crisp.

Most of the disciples around him walked together, but he was walking alone, which made him look pitiful in the eyes of others.

The light was swaying, and people's faces were almost unclear.

Someone was drunk and bumped into him: "Fellow practitioner, are you alone?" He

was a teenager who looked to be sixteen or seventeen, but Chao Jianxue was well aware of the truth that people in the Xuanzhen Realm should not be judged by appearance. Although he looked underage, he might actually be eighty or ninety years old. Even he himself, according to the calculation of his age in his previous life, had lived for more than a hundred years.

After building the foundation, the life span can be extended to three hundred years, five hundred years for the golden elixir, and six hundred years for the primordial infant... After transcending the tribulation and ascending, the primordial spirit will be immortal from then on, unless it dies by itself in the passing of time.

There are very few people who can truly transcend the tribulation and ascend to heaven. Wuwei Xianzong has only produced one in a thousand years. The statue of that person is still enshrined in Xianyin Pavilion of Xianzong, but unfortunately he has already passed away.

It is a pity that people can practice to the realm of ascension, but still cannot resist the erosion of time.

Chao Jianxue's shoulder was touched in a very familiar manner, and the young man said, "My name is Xie Bingyuan, I'm ranked seventeenth under Lord Shen Du, and I just came here half a year ago. What about you?"

He was originally a disciple of Lord Shen Du. That day in the hall, Lord Shen Du said a few words for him, and Chao Jianxue loved him and let him touch her, saying, "My name is Xiao Chao."

"Xiao Chao--" Xie Bingyuan repeated, his tone drawn out, and he seemed quite hurt, "You don't even want to tell me your name?"

Chao Jianxue thought that it was not easy to get someone who didn't recognize the original owner, so how could he tell him his name? So he blinked and said half-truthfully, "I'm an orphan, so..."

Xie Bingyuan's eyes widened at once: "Sorry."

He cursed himself inwardly and changed the subject: "Which immortal are you a disciple of?"

Finally, there was someone who could communicate normally, and Chao Jianxue was in the mood to talk, and said, "I'm a disciple of Fuxian Mountain."

"Aha! Fuxian Mountain!" When Xie Bingyuan mentioned these three words, he seemed excited and patted his shoulder fiercely, "Have you seen Yu Wei?" Chao

Jianxue immediately frowned.