In the end, no explanation was given, and everyone broke up the meeting even more thoughtfully, and went back to their respective places to rest.
Ningxia didn't want to clean it, let alone share a room with a rat, so she simply stayed in a small black box for two nights under the guise of this room.
Except for the first few years when she felt insecure and when she was on the run, Ningxia had never experienced the days of curling up in a small black box without any spiritual energy for a long time, and she actually felt a little extra at ease.
How to put it... it's the kind of peace of mind that comes from "Don't worry, I still have a useless golden finger." After all, it’s still a hang-up no matter what.
Life in the courtyard is boring. Also, in such a narrow activity space compared to Tao Ranju in the past, it is unlikely that anything will happen.
Ningxia originally thought that this situation would last longer and did not want to hold talks. On the third day, news came early in the morning.
When she arrived at the courtyard with Bai Qing, there were already many people there, but the atmosphere... seemed to be better than expected. Ningxia thought to herself.
The people who were talking stopped briefly when they saw someone else coming. Yang Kai greeted them: "Junior Brother Fufeng and Bai Qing are here."
Ning Xia had already seen a few unfamiliar people in front of him, and he was very sure that he had never seen him before.
Even though he was unfamiliar, Ningxia still felt a different aura from that person, a feeling that no one living in Middle-earth would have. It is the sadness of being unable to leave the homeland, the sadness of seeing things change and people changing. It is the longing and longing from the soul, and it comes from a pair of eyes that are too soft for a stranger.
"Fufeng." The other party turned his head slightly and looked in her direction, calling out as if to confirm, then turned to the other side Wan Rui and called: "Bai Qing."
Ning Xia and Wan Rui didn't know what to call this strange elder, so they instinctively entered the conversation circle, and then heard Yang Kai urging them: "This is Zhenjun Miaorong, the elder of our sect, hurry up Come and see me."
Then he once again introduced Ning Xia and Wan Rui to the Miao Rong Zhenjun.
This is the Miaorong that Zhenjun Hechang mentioned, a fellow member of the Wuhua Sect who currently lives in Qunyingfang.
It was very different from what she imagined...
This Miao Rong Zhenjun has a handsome appearance, a tall figure, eyebrows and contours that are as sharp as a knife, and his facial features are exquisite in a way that is rarely seen in men. What stands out is that the other person's hair color is not the usual black, but a slightly shiny light chestnut color. The few strands of hair hanging down from the temples are actually in small curls, which does not look like a pure Central Plains race.
Looking closely, it can be seen that the other person's face is indeed mixed with the characteristics of some people from the border areas, and it has a particularly exotic character.
He looks quite young in appearance, but he still has the calmness and stability of an elder who has lived for a long time, which makes it easy for the younger generation to convince him.
Indeed, not long after the other party arrived, these young disciples sent from Wuhua felt a lot more at ease within a short time. Probably not only because of his cultivation, but also because of the friendly temperament of the other person that can be clearly felt as soon as they meet him.
The other party's eyes fell on them without leaving any trace, especially Ningxia for a while: "These two are-"
When the elders asked, Ning Xia and Wan Rui took the initiative to give their names and sources.
It's a coincidence that in terms of status, only two of the five golden elixirs are ordinary inner disciples. The other three are either inherited from teachers or directly passed down by blood relatives. They can also be counted among this small team. grassroots representatives.
"It turns out that he is also from the same sect from Baiji Peak..." The other party seemed to have not heard of "Baijifeng" for a long time, and he immediately felt a little emotional.
Ningxia sensitively grasped the elements in the other party's words, "So it's also...", so this person is also an elder from Baijifeng.
Sure enough, the other party's interest suddenly came over, and he asked several of their names and asked if they knew each other. Ningxia is a bit of a homebody, and his understanding of the sect's interpersonal relationships is definitely not as good as Wan Rui's, so he might as well let the other party answer.
I just don’t know if Wan Rui’s circle of acquaintance is too small, or they may have withdrawn from the sect’s active practice circle early or even disappeared into the practice world. Wan Rui has not heard of these people who were asked by the other party.
The other party's expression also changed from surprise just now to a little hopeful to now looking slightly uninterested, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold.
Both Ningxia and Wan Rui felt a little overwhelmed, always feeling that their arrival had destroyed a certain balance.
But they don't want to either. It is said that the last few ouch happened hundreds of years ago.
In other words, this Miao Rong Zhenjun has been in Xuantian Sword Sect for hundreds of years. Before that, he also spent a long time growing up in Wuhua Sect. I don’t know how many monks have not survived. Such a long growth cycle.
Unless one is as powerful as Daojun Yuanheng, whose cultivation level is high enough to be hidden in the world, when a person's name is no longer active in the world of cultivation, it means the end in a certain sense.
Miaorong Zhenjun has not returned to the sect for many years, and he still has to listen to them about the people and things of the Wuhua sect. Naturally, he doesn't know the evolution of his old friends over the long years. But this is also the most irresistible reality of the passage of time. No one can stop or change it, not even the monks who claim that man can conquer heaven.
Not to mention whether Ningxia and the others knew about these people, but if they knew it but it was bad news, how could they tell them.
As a result, the atmosphere at the scene became increasingly awkward, as if it was frozen in some sense. Yang Kai was about to say something to lighten the atmosphere, but suddenly the other party sighed as if accepting the reality: "Then... where is Changbu Zhenganguang?"
They know this question. Ningxia suddenly realized that someone she had heard of finally came to her. Isn't this the name of their first Baiji Peak?
Although Ning Xia was not familiar with this person at all, they had not spoken to each other for so many years. But as the leader of the peak, the other party is like a living sign. Living in the peak, I have heard that I can occasionally see him on certain occasions. Naturally, Ningxia has also heard of his name.
So this person is the same generation as their leader? But it sounds like his attitude is casual and even a bit intimate, and he should still feel a little older than their leader.
"Zhenjun Qian Guang is currently the leader of our Hundred Skills Peak." Wan Rui replied.
Hearing this, the other party looked a little strange and said: "That guy is now the leader, so he doesn't lose his father's name."
Zhenjun Qianguang's father, Zhenjun Yongde, was the chief weapon refiner of the previous generation. He has been dead for many years, and few people mention him anymore. Hearing this from a colleague who has been away from home for many years really makes people feel a little bit sad that things have changed and people have changed.
(End of chapter)
