One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

The young man obviously did not expect Meng Guiwen to answer like this.

He also sat on the ground, watching the boys and girls in the sword practice field constantly brandishing long swords.

Or wield a sword alone or compete in twos and threes.

A lively scene.

"I heard that you not only practiced the qi invigorating pill this morning, but also advanced to the foundation building stage. Senior brother hasn't congratulated you yet." The boy said again.

"No need, senior brother can just pretend that I haven't been promoted." Meng Guiyi raised his eyes and glanced at him after listening to his senior brother's words.

Well, my senior brother is good at everything, but he listens too much to his master.

Xuan Yi is Meng Guiwen's elder brother, 120 years old this year, Jindan stage.

A hundred years old is not that old for a cultivator in the True Wind Continent.

After all, a retreat can be as long as ten or a hundred years, and as short as three to five months, or even one or two years.

Even if it sounds like the other party is over 100 years old.

But the worldly sophistication he actually experienced was just like that of a teenager in the world.

Cultivating immortals requires a pure heart.

A black-hearted immortal cultivator like himself will never be able to achieve Taoism and become immortal in his entire life.

Even if she is a once-in-a-thousand-year genius.

"Junior Sister really likes to joke." Xuan Yi chuckled.

"Where is the second senior brother and the third senior brother? Are you still retreating?" Meng Guiwen chatted with Xuan Yi without saying a word.

Speaking of which, my master didn't treat me as well as my senior brothers.

Thinking of his senior brother's final fate, Meng Guiyi finally put down the scripture in his hand.

She can never recover, but her senior brother can't.

Those are all sins caused by myself, and I can't let my senior brother pay for my life.

"Well, it's been two years since the two of them got their sabers in Dabi last time. I don't know if they will have an epiphany." Xuan Yi had a gentle smile on his face.

As Qing Yunfeng's big disciple, he naturally hoped that his younger brothers and sisters would be well.

"Eldest brother, you should take good care of yourself. You teach Qing Yunfeng disciples to practice swords every day, and you don't have much time to practice." Meng Guiyi reminded.

Obviously teaching those disciples was Huaishan's business, but it turned out that he, the senior brother, took over the job.

"After arriving at Jindan, breakthrough is not a matter of one or two years. There is no delay. As long as the younger brothers and sisters can do well, I will be happy." Xuan Yi chuckled, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with teaching his younger brothers and sisters to practice swords. .

Meng Guiwen looked at such a pure and kind elder brother in front of him.

Her chest hurts.

It was her conscience that ached.

"By the way, the day after tomorrow is the opening ceremony of the mountain. All the peaks are preparing, and your two senior brothers are retreating. You don't understand these things. I will go back to Qingyun Peak to prepare." Xuanyi looked at the timing compass and knew that the time was not enough It was early, so he got up and said.

Meng Guiwen looked at the busy back of the elder brother, and called him: "Eldest brother."

Xuan Yi looked back in doubt, and saw a purple thing flying towards him.

He reached out to pick it up and found it was a bunch of fine amethyst grapes.

"Brother, I would like to thank my sister."

After saying this, Xuan Yi completely disappeared from Meng Guiyi's sight.

-

For the next two days, the inner disciples did not change much.

After all, the Mountain Opening Ceremony is held once a year to test the outer disciples.

It has nothing to do with inner disciples.

Those who are busy are also outer disciples.

After all, the top ten in this opening ceremony competition can be selected as inner disciples.

Even if you go to the inner gate to serve tea and pour water, sweep mountains and plant trees.

It's also much better than at the outer door.

So the outer disciples are gearing up.

Gu Junchao sat cross-legged on the bamboo couch and meditated, circulating the spiritual power in his body.

Suddenly his own enchantment fluctuated, and when he looked up again, he saw Meng Guiyi swaggering in from the main entrance.

It also provoked several passing outer disciples to look around.

"Isn't this Meng Guiyi, the direct disciple of Venerable Huaishan in Qingyun Peak? Why did she come to our outer door?"

"What else could it be? Of course it's Gu Junchao!"

"Then what's so good about Gu Junchao? He didn't start practicing until he was 15 years old. Why did Senior Sister Meng come to him?"

"You don't understand, just Gu Junchao's face, just the female disciples of the outer sect are fascinated by him. What's more, I heard that Gu Junchao was brought back by Senior Sister Meng. On the day she came back, Senior Sister Meng asked Do you want Gu Junchao to go to the inner gate?"

"Damn it, I really envy Gu Junchao for having a good skin!"

The disciples from the outer sect got together to discuss it, but Meng Guiyi treated it as if he didn't hear it.

Just as she was about to push the door, Gu Junchao opened it from the inside.

"Come in." Gu Junchao was not surprised that she would come.

Instead, he backed away generously and let her into the house.

Meng Guiwen felt a little weird in his heart.

In the past, she entered Gu Junchao's room only after being stalked.

Now he opened the door to welcome himself into the house, so strange.

Meng Guiwen stood at the door, looking around.

What if I step in, all swords will be fired, and I will wear myself symmetrically?

Now she is no longer that ignorant cannon fodder villain.

I also know that even if Gu Junchao doesn't have a sword bone, he can still practice.

He is also the first sword cultivator without a sword bone in the world.

Because there is no sword bone, his cultivation level cannot be described by ordinary levels.

So even if he is at the golden core stage, he can cross two great realms and beat himself into shit.

Thinking of this, Meng Guiwen suddenly stepped into Gu Junchao's room, and then walked towards the bed.

come on!The old lady can bear this kind of abuse the most.

Gu Junchao suddenly became angry when he saw Meng Guiwen, and he didn't know why she was angry.

So I don't know where to take out a bowl of noodles.

"Want to eat?" Gu Junchao asked her.

Just as Meng Guiyi was about to climb into bed, he heard Gu Junchao's words, glanced back at the bowl of noodles, and fell asleep.

"No, I can't bear it."

In the past, she wanted to eat the noodles cooked by him once in her dreams.

Now she has that bowl of noodles at her fingertips, but she has become very disgusted.

Gu Junchao did not expect Meng Guiyi to be so disgusted.

"I thought you would like it." Gu Junchao said lightly.

There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in the voice.

"I'm not the one who would like your face." Meng Guiwen's tone did not show any emotional fluctuations.

It's like stating a fact.

When Gu Junchao saw Meng Guiwen say this, he no longer forced himself.

He picked up the side and walked out.

After a while, he came back again, with some water stains on his cuffs.

When he looked at his bed again, the man was already asleep.

-

Meng Guiwen was lazy every day, and it was a new day when he opened his eyes.

This kind of day made her a little uncomfortable.

In the past, when she opened her eyes every day and found that she was back on March [-]th, she would be impotent and furious.

Now she doesn't care if it will go back to March [-]th.

Because of many developments, it has been out of the plot.

But she still enjoys every day.

"Gui Ni, today is the opening ceremony of the mountain, do you want to join in the fun?" Lin Yue rushed in excitedly.

Xianmen usually has no activities.

In addition to the annual mountain opening ceremony, that is, the three-year competition or the opening of the secret realm.

But where the secret realm opens is such a simple matter.

Sometimes there may be several openings in a year, and sometimes it may not be possible to open one in a hundred years.

Lin Yue didn't want to make a fortune from the secret realm.

However, the annual mountain opening ceremony has become a place for her entertainment.

"What's interesting?" Meng Guiwen turned a page of the script.

After she advanced to Foundation Establishment in the past few days, she slept less than before.

Of course, there are only a few.

"I heard that Fairy Nanxue is here, let's go and have a look." Lin Yue pouted.

It was clear that she really wanted to go.

Seeing how she wanted to go so much, Meng Guiwen sighed helplessly: "Then let's go."