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"Then I'm sorry to trouble you. Junior Sister Fufeng is indeed as outstanding and talented as Senior Brother Qinghui said. I bow to my brother, come and toast you with tea instead of wine." The young man is thin and not too tall. Judging from his temperament and bone age, he should be older than his appearance, but he has a baby face, which makes him look much younger than his actual age. He really looks like a young man in his twenties.
But Ning Xia knew that this man should be nearly a hundred years old. In her previous life or in the mortal world, she could have been called grandpa. However, in the world of cultivation, he can still be considered young at his age.
However, in the world of cultivation, age and other things are naturally not standard. Naturally, seniority should be ranked based on cultivation level.
He and Ning Xia are both in the middle stage of the Golden Core, but the other has been forming pills for many years and is older than her. Naturally, Ning Xia, a latecomer, can only be a junior sister. But for the other party to call Lin Pingzhen senior brother is another piece of knowledge.
Although Lin Pingzhen is only the youngest disciple of the sect leader, he is the heir designated by True Lord Xuanyang and a veritable senior brother. Therefore, it is not wrong for those whose cultivation level is below him to call him senior brother.
"Senior Brother Hongshan is so complimentary. My little sister doesn't deserve your praise. I'm so ashamed." Ning Xia laughed dryly, feeling uncomfortable all over.
She didn't expect that one day she would be called talented. Even though Lin Pingzhen probably said this through the "filter" of her relatives, Ningxia also felt a little embarrassed.
"Junior sister Fufeng, you are wrong. In this world, you really shouldn't stand out. A big tree attracts the wind, which is also true. But in a sect with the same branch and spirit, there is no reason to fight to the death. What matters is talent and strength. If If you have talents and abilities but don't show them, but instead hide them in a clumsy way, that's not called smart, it should be called cowardly."
"Your talents and abilities are indeed the only ones that senior brother has seen in his life - among the young monks of the same age I know. Brother Wei thinks you should make good use of this advantage to get more resources and attention. Brother Wei, your name can be spread throughout the sect. That day." The young man, that is, Master Hongshan said.
Hongshan real person Yue Shihong can only sigh in his heart now.
Seven days ago, he received an invitation from Lin Pingzhen. The two had a good relationship and would get together from time to time. However, in recent years, due to Lin Pingzhen's busy schedule, we have rarely seen each other, so when he received the invitation from the other party, Yue Shihong went happily.
Unexpectedly, Lin Pingzhen's invitation this time was not only about reminiscing about old times, but she actually wanted to ask him for help with something.
The two have known each other for many years and have always maintained a clear distinction between public and private affairs. Of course, Master Hongshan is willing to take care of his friend and set aside his rest time to make special arrangements for him.
But Lin Ping really didn't want to. Even though he knew that Yue Shihong had extraordinary ability in repairing spiritual weapons, he never found any exceptions from the other party. Several times, he even waited until he was in front of Yue Shihong before he knew it was Lin Pingzhen's order.
Therefore, Master Hongshan knows best about this good friend's temperament. Naturally, he didn't think much about the other party's invitation today. Unexpectedly... Qinghui actually figured it out after not seeing each other for several days.
Master Hongshan immediately became interested. However, he misjudged the other person. It was rare for this person to ask him outside the door. He never thought that it was not for himself, but for others.
The other party came to him this time because of his little sister, and wanted to ask Hongshan to repair and strengthen his spiritual sword.
This was naturally a trivial matter, but seeing the other person's rare shy expression, Hongshan couldn't help but want to tease him.
"Qinghui, this is not you. You will never break your principles for personal feelings. This little sister of yours holds a lot of weight in your heart." Hongshan said.
The other party's response made him stunned immediately.
"Yes." Lin Pingzhen replied, and what he said in reply was "the weight is not light" at the end of the sentence.
"I owe her a lot. I have coveted the position of elder brother for many years, but I have not really fulfilled my responsibilities as an elder brother. Instead, I asked her to risk her life to protect me, which is really shameful. Now she has grown up, and is no worse than me. The only thing I can do for her is these external forces or bringing her external objects. I know this is against your principles, Hongshan. Please do Qinghui a favor. This kindness will be remembered and will be repaid many times over in the future. .”
The boy... ah no, actually he was already a young man. When Qinghui talked about this long confession, there was no trace of hesitation, only melancholy and self-blame. He really felt this way, so sincerely that it made your heart tremble.
Even though Hongshan had known him for many years, he was shocked by his rare candor. He is really a friend who has been sincere for ten years, and his heart is always clean. He is a rare clean person in the world of cultivation.
People have selfish motives and various thoughts, so everyone can be very complicated, which often has nothing to do with the person's personality. Therefore, simple people can also be turbid and chaotic evil. A person who is full of calculations can also be innocent. He has a strong balance in his heart.
But it is extremely difficult to be truly clean, because people make mistakes, but they do not necessarily know that they have made them, nor do they know what mistakes they have made, nor can they control whether they will make the same mistake next time—— The most basic thing to do all this is to be honest, be honest with yourself, and see your heart clearly.
Master Hongshan privately believed that Lin Pingzhen was such a person. When the other party said something like this, he felt ashamed for playing tricks on his friends. It was as if being exposed to such a clear light from the other party revealed his naughty nature.
Hongshan had no choice but to "surrender", saying that he was bored and wanted to tease him. As for repayment and repayment of kindness, it is a fantasy. Even if Lin Ping really gave him, Hongshan would not have the nerve to ask for it.
It's just a little effort. It's natural to help my friend's sister open a small stove. Just open ten, as long as Lin Pingzhen said it, why would she refuse?
In this way, Hongshan became interested in the little girl Lin Pingzhen mentioned and asked Lin Pingzhen many things. Yue Shihong was shocked when he heard that Ningxia was good at formations. He happened to have something to ask the formation master for advice, which was a coincidence. So he simply asked Lin Pingzhen to invite Ning Xia out, and the two happened to meet and get to know each other.
Lin Pingzhen was originally going to come, but unfortunately he was too busy and had something to do today, so Ningxia was the only one who came.
The two met at the appointed tea room and after tentative communication, they felt quite relaxed and happy.
Later, Hongshan tried a high-level magic weapon and asked for advice on the principles of formation patterns. Ningxia answered the question seriously, and the atmosphere between the two became much more relaxed.
By now, Hongshan no longer regards Ningxia as Lin Pingzhen's sister, but as a Taoist friend of his generation and a very outstanding young monk.
Only then did Hongshan realize that it was no wonder Lin Ping was so relieved that Ningxia came alone, and told him that Ningxia would not let him down.
