There are neither more nor less independent courtyards in the second half. It is impossible for everyone to be assigned an independent courtyard, so it still depends on the cultivation and seniority points.
But even the back half of Changming Garden is much larger than the small courtyard they lived in before. They took a look and found that there were separate houses in several compounds. Even if several people lived together, they did not have to share a bungalow or even a room. They could also separate and retain some independent space of their own.
Ningxia was assigned to a single courtyard at the front. It was not too big or too small, but it was well-equipped. It was close to the most scenic corner of the courtyard. There was a tall locust tree next to it, and its broad branches were entangled with a dense clump of purple kites. When the wind blows, there is a burst of fragrance.
She opened the courtyard door and looked at the unfamiliar and empty courtyard scene inside, feeling inexplicably empty in her heart.
After being stunned for a while, I slowly closed the door, shutting out the sound of the wind, the murmurs of the layers of time, and all the noisy sounds behind me, and stepped into this courtyard that didn't even have a name.
This is the Xuantian Sword Sect. It’s different in Middle-earth.
Ning Xia let out a long sigh, put a temporary restraint on her and walked slowly into the courtyard.
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The moon has risen very high, and the night in Changming Garden is very quiet, so quiet that there is no sound of wind, and it is dead quiet.
It has been half a day since Ningxia and other Wuhua sect came to live in Changmingyuan, and the time came to night unknowingly. During this period, most people are active in the residences assigned to them, either decorating or meditating.
During this period, they never saw other people living in Changming Garden. The place seemed empty and eerily silent.
Naturally, they were worried and stayed in their residences to do their own things.
However, they didn't know that Changming Garden was not as quiet as they thought, but it was more calm than they expected.
This is a situation that Zhenjun Miaorong has never told anyone in the Wuhua Sect.
Changming Garden indeed houses all the disciples of Wuhua Sect in Xuantian Sword Sect. Apart from them, there are only nine people in total, including Zhenjun Miaorong. This is also their last place of residence in the Xuantian Sword Sect.
As for the other people...those who don't live here, those who are alive can probably no longer be called people of the Wuhua Sect, at least not on the surface, and those who are dead have long been wiped out in the passing years and no longer exist in the world.
Changming Garden... Wanyefeng... Xuantian Sword Sect... the cruelty here is far beyond everyone's imagination.
"Why can't they understand... Even though no news has been sent out for so many years, we know that this place is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, and we should stay away from it. Why send so many young people here? Isn't this a waste of time for others." Miao Rongzhenjun was sitting on the Huangyan jade bench in the courtyard, with a matching stone table in front of him.
"I guess I don't know. No one has gone back to report the news in recent years. The Shangzong's thoughts are becoming more and more unpredictable. Who dares to act rashly? Everyone knows that the man from Shangqing Peak is very evil to us, but who knows whether he will There is someone behind the meeting who is giving instructions? Who can give instructions to that person..." A man came from a distance, dressed in white clothes with loose hair, wearing straw sandals, and no accessories on his body. This look can be said to be undisciplined.
"You are really becoming more and more casual and careless. How unbecoming it is! If your master saw you..." Before Miaorong Zhenjun finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, regretting that he didn't pay more attention to what he said.
"What's that expression on your face? Do you think I'm such a stingy person? There's nothing to be shy about." The other party seemed a little unhappy.
"Sorry." Miaorong Zhenjun didn't explain why, he just said.
"Miaorong, why do you think this person's age is so impatient? He has already changed beyond recognition in just a few hundred years. But why have I been so miserable here one night after another over the years..." The moonlight shone down, and the handsome face of the young man in white seemed to have been washed by the cold moon. His dark eyes were as bright as stars, and his whole person's temperament was so cold and cold.
Miaorong Zhenjun weighed the small wine bottle and poured a full glass for himself, and then poured a glass for the person sitting opposite him. Hearing this, he couldn't help but sneered: "The former is because it was other people's time, and you have never experienced it. You can't cherish it on your behalf. Just look at the result and you will naturally feel happy. The latter is your real time, so naturally you will feel sorry for yourself."
But the premise is that you have to live. Only when you are alive can you feel that the years are long.
"Okay, don't talk about those old sesame seeds and rotten millet things, let's get back to the topic. How do you plan to arrange those children? It would be easier to arrange them if they came a hundred years earlier. Now, wouldn't it be like a group of little sheep being eaten by wolves? ?”
"I came to you because I didn't know... No, Han Gang, I was originally going to ask you, but why did you just throw it back to me?"
"How else can we arrange it?" The man in white sighed: "Cultivators naturally focus on cultivation, and it is an opportunity to come here. The spiritual energy in the middle-land area here is more than a hundred times stronger than the spiritual energy environment in the southeastern border. , it’s not a bad idea to come to this one.”
"Although in this Xuantian Sword Sect... the environment is indeed difficult. However, the land is so vast and rich in resources that we cannot stay here any longer. We can also choose to travel outside and practice. There is always a way out."
"I thought you wanted to keep more people here. After all, there are too few people in our garden, and it is inevitable that some people will want to bully you." When she heard the words 'traveling', Miao Rong was really surprised. Jun Gao raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.
"If you want to stay, can you keep it? Do you have the nerve to stay? We are both low-status training disciples. No matter how bad they are, they can still provide resources to the younger generations. As for us... I'm afraid we won't be able to bring much to our own cultivation. , with the name of Wuhua Sect, I might still be ostracized and suppressed, which is really annoying." The man in white took the spirit wine from the stone table and drank it all in one gulp. He held the wine glass tightly with his fingertips, as if he was hiding some thoughts. .
Miao Rong Zhenjun did not care: "That is to say, we are in a dilemma over the resources. The quotas for the secret realms of the training sites are not for us outsiders. If we have to say that it has an impact, the scope of activities is limited. If we want to go to Changyue Peak, we have to go quietly."
"Is this a good thing? Now the requirements have become so low. It's really ridiculous." Maybe he felt ridiculous as he said it, and the bitter smile on his face gradually faded away: "So what do you think we are doing? To reach this situation?"
This time, Miaorong Zhenjun did not directly answer the other party's question, but poured himself another glass of wine, looked up at the high hanging moon, and let out a long breath.
--I don't know either.
(End of chapter)
