While speaking, Luo Mingxiu had already stepped out of the tea room door.
Looking at his cheerful back, Yu Jiuxu's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she couldn't help complaining in her heart: This guy's hair is not even long, why don't he practice his way and learn how to pick up girls?
Yu Jiuxu sneered and turned her head to focus on the tea he had just brewed. Without any hesitation, she picked up the teacup and poured herself a cup.
As soon as she put it to her mouth and blew on it, she suddenly felt something. When she raised her head again, she met a pair of deep eyes. It was Mu Wenlan.
The two looked at each other. Yu Jiuxu paused, holding the tea cup, and felt a little confused. When did she come here?
Mu Wenlan stared at her with deep and complicated eyes, but didn't say much. Not long after, there was a sound of bell ringing outside.
This bell is located on the Observation Peak, and they are on the Observation Peak now. Although they are still some distance away from the big bell on the top of the mountain, the sound of the bell that reaches their ears is still much louder than at the foot of the mountain.
The bell rang, which meant that the disciples were about to start class. Mu Wenlan, who was standing at the door, also withdrew his gaze and turned around to go back.
Yu Jiuxu drank down the tea in his hand in confusion. It was really strange. This Mu Wenlan seemed to be doing it on purpose. Did she know something, or did she want to tell her something?
In confusion, Yu Jiuxu drank cup after cup of tea in her hand. By the time she realized what was happening, she had already drank more than half of the tea in the teapot.
It’s over…
Yu Jiuxu twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, put down the tea cup in his hand, and glanced in the direction of the door.
In the open-air classroom, the disciples were sitting upright. Jiang Youdao and Fengyun Shu had already arrived. Ye Qingyao said that today the main purpose was to introduce the new disciples to the Immortal Sect. The official training will start tomorrow. It seems that they will go to Tibet later. The sword room probably won't last long.
Thinking about it, she turned to look at the tea that she had drank most of, then turned around to pick up the boiling water and poured it directly into the teapot.
When she followed the Demon Lord in the past, it was not her job to serve tea and water. She only had to be responsible for killing people. Besides, even if she did it, the Demon Lord didn't have the habit of drinking tea.
However, although I have never done it before, I just caught a glimpse of it. This is what Luo Mingxiu does. Anyway, it is just water and it is used to quench thirst. What does it matter?
After filling the bottle with water and changing a cup, Yu Jiuxu took it out confidently.
When Yu Jiuxu went out, Jiang Youdao had just finished speaking and asked them to read by themselves. She stepped forward and served him tea obediently.
Jiang Youdao took the tea cup and took a brief sip. His brows immediately wrinkled. He glanced at the tea in the cup. Where it was tea, it was just plain water.
He turned around and glared at Yu Jiuxu, his anger slowly rising. He squeezed the cup in his hand, as if he wanted to crush it, but he was concerned about the current situation and did not say anything. He put the cup in his hand aside heavily and continued reading.
Yu Jiuxu glanced at his mouth in confusion. Wasn't it just that the taste was a bit bland? Isn't it just water? It can all quench your thirst, so it would be nice to make it for you, and I even picked it up.
Fengyun Shu, who was listening in the audience, quickly noticed this. He stood up and silently walked to the podium. He glanced at the cup that was set aside and immediately understood what was going on.
Fengyun Shu calmly put away the teapot and teacup, and took the opportunity to leave. When Tong Yu Jiuxu passed by, he paused and said, "Come with me, okay?"
Yu Jiuxu was stunned. All the disciples were reading. Although the venue was open-air, it was very quiet. Except for the occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind, there was no other sound.
But Fengyun Shu's voice was very soft and his eyes were deep. He looked at her as if he was asking for her opinion, and his tone was so gentle that people couldn't bear to refuse.
Just go, the worst thing you can do is get scolded.
Following Fengyun Shu back to the tea room, Su Luochen handled the weak tea in the kettle without saying a word.
There was no scolding as expected. He just replaced the tea leaves and tea water in the teapot and gently warned: "The tea should be 70% hot and 60% strong. Don't forget it next time."
Listening to his coaxing tone, Yu Jiuxu only smiled at him without saying anything. When she looked up, she saw that people outside had already stood up and followed Jiang Youdao in one direction.
She was a little curious about where they were going. Remembering that she had stretched out her hand to tug at the corner of Fengyun Shu's clothes. Remembering what Ye Qingyao had said before, she asked Fengyun Shu: "Senior brother, are they going to the sword room?"
Fengyun Shu turned his head and glanced outside the door. The disciples had almost left. He nodded and put the teapot in his hand on the stove nearby to warm it.
Immediately, Fengyun Shu turned around and said, "Let's go there first. If you forget to call me next time, just do it."
"good."
Yu Jiuxu pretended to be well-behaved and responded, following Fengyun Shu out of the tea room.
When the two of them arrived at the sword hiding room, a group of disciples had already begun to look around.
The entire sword hiding room is very large. Around the room, there are thousands of swords standing on the uneven rock walls, which is really dizzying.
More than half of the swords collected here are the swords of the predecessors of the Immortal Sect. After the owner dies, the spiritual sword will basically choose to be self-proclaimed. After self-proclaiming, no one can use it again unless it is the reincarnation of the owner, so it is I can only leave it here.
Generally speaking, people would not be allowed in to this important place of the Immortal Sect, and there would always be dedicated personnel to guard it. However, I heard that every year when there are new disciples, they would be led in personally by the elders to observe.
After they pass the first test to enter the Immortal Sect, the sect leader will personally take them into the sword storage room to choose a sword of their own, but the prerequisite is that you must tame the sword you selected.
In other words, every sword here, regardless of whether it has ever had an owner, has a spirit. It is not a unilateral choice. When you choose it, you must let it recognize your ability.
And they all have a common characteristic, that is, they are extremely sensitive to demon cultivators. Yu Jiuxu understands this very well. After all, when he followed the demon king in the past, he suffered a lot from these immortal swords.
Therefore, when entering the sword room again, Yu Jiuxu did not dare to take a step away from Fengyun Shu. She was obviously the one who had done a lot of evil, but now she had the illusion of breeding a sheep into a wolf's mouth.
But after careful observation, although she came in, the swords didn't seem to react to her. Could it be because her spiritual veins were sealed, so she couldn't notice them?
Thinking about it, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly she heard Luo Mingxiu's voice from behind: "Why is that sword locked with an iron chain?"
Yu Jiuxu turned his head, and as soon as his eyes fell on his face, he heard the disciple on the side joking: "What sword? If you don't know it, don't make blind noises. It's called a horizontal sword, do you understand?"
After saying this, the surrounding disciples who came to visit burst into laughter. The atmosphere instantly became lively and there was endless discussion.
Only Luo Mingxiu blushed with embarrassment and shouted at them: "You need to take care of it! I just like to call it a sword!"
For a moment, many people's eyes were attracted. Following Luo Mingxiu's gaze, they saw a two-foot-long black horizontal sword standing among the swords.
The blade and handle were tied by two arm-thick iron chains. The other end of the iron chain extended to the corner of the roof of the sword room, as if to contain its power.
The other swords are all close together, but around this horizontal sword, with it as the center of the circle, there is no sword within six feet, so this horizontal sword is particularly eye-catching.
Yu Jiuxu's eyes also fell on the Hengdao. She was suddenly in a trance. She thought that no one was more familiar with this knife than her. She still remembered that when she got it for the first time, she happily named it: "From now on, you will be called Chihun."
