"...Then I thought that Wangling Xianzong, which was finally admitted, must have lost money if I didn't come to the class, so I used my own money to get it." Changsun Yaojin scratched her head, "I even sold jewelry after going up the mountain. "

Shen Xitang was a little shocked.

She didn't expect that the always lively and lovely elder Sun Yaojin would go through this.

No wonder she was desperately collecting medicinal herbs in various secret realms to try to earn spirit stones. It turned out that her family really no longer provided support.

"I don't think there will be any support before the Nascent Soul Stage," Changsun Yaojin sighed, "So if you have a way to make money, please don't be stingy and just hit me."

"If you are really short of money, you can call me," Su Jing said beside him, "I can still..."

Changsun Yaojin had a rare dignified expression, and shook her head: "Ah Jing, you can't."

"I am also the daughter of the eldest grandson's family. If I start to rely on others now, what will I do in the future?" She looked into the distance, "If you have a chance to make money, you can find me, but if I want money, go directly to Feixue Peak is fine, why bother here?"

Hearing that she was so determined, they didn't intend to continue to comfort her, but gave her the opportunity to choose.

How to reconcile with their family members, how to have their own life while reconciling, may be a problem that these children of aristocratic families have to face all their lives.

"Uncle Atang, do you still have to go to Chunhui Peak?" Lu Changqing reminded, "Don't miss the hour."

"Let's go now," Shen Xitang also just remembered this matter, "If you have something to do, just call me on Pian Yunjuan."

After finishing speaking, she jumped onto Shen Yan and flew all the way in the direction of Chunhui Peak.

There should be one last piece of the story about Chen Cang.

She decided to ask Feng Guanghan again.

*

Chunhui Peak is like spring all the year round, and the disciples are all eager to learn, so the whole peak looks very quiet.

Originally, she wanted to fly Yujian directly to Feng Guanghan on the top of the mountain, but she changed her mind when she reached the foot of the mountain.

... It's better to climb a mountain after a long absence.

If you don't take a closer look at the beautiful scenery of Chunhui Peak, wouldn't it be a waste of money?

Shen Xitang landed at the foot of the mountain, planning to climb up slowly.

The first lesson for the students here is Yujian, so there are not many people on the mountain road. Instead, a sword soars through the air from time to time, which is very cool.

Climbing up the stone steps, Shen Xitang slowly realized the beauty of Chunhui Peak.

Because the four seasons are like spring, the trees here are very prosperous, and the stone steps are inaccessible, and all kinds of small animals are not very afraid of people, but will hide in the bushes and stare at Shen Xitang quietly.

...She thought of those big tigers on Huguan Peak for no reason.

Take the time to check them out.

The forest is quiet, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Chunhui Peak is not as steep as Weilou Peak. After she climbed all the way, she even had a wreath on her head.

There is no way, there are really a lot of wild flowers on the roadside, and she really wants to make a wreath around it.

Unknowingly seeing the top of the mountain, Zhong Yangxia saw her jumping up and running up, and quickly reminded: "Be careful of falling, little uncle!"

Ever since she received the eye vein washing, the disciples of Chunhui Peak didn't seem to treat her as an outsider, and their attitude was more like that of the same generation who practiced together on weekdays, without any sense of distance.

"There is an event at Chunhui Peak today, do you want to come with my little uncle?" He invited, "The event that the peak master said last time is being held, you can go and see it."

"Alright." Shen Xitang responded.

She also wanted to see how Chunhui Peak solved similar problems. How would Feng Guanghan tell his disciples about this?

"There's a mind board over there, created by the peak master," Zhong Yangxia explained, "but it's anonymous, everyone can write about their experiences."

...Anonymous, anonymous message board?

Feng Guanghan is quite fashionable.

"This thing is anonymous, so it won't be a lot of pressure for everyone to write it out." Zhong Yangxia pointed to the board, "We plan to look at your problems and then give them a group counseling."

Even if it is anonymous, what everyone writes is still very restrained.

"When I went to Chunhui Peak, I felt so small all of a sudden, and I couldn't finish reading the books in the library."

"Brother is really good, I want to be as good as him."

"I want to be beautiful! I want to be as good as the peak master!"

"My family said that I lost contact with my family after I went up the mountain, but I really dare not say... What if they know that I am ordinary and feel lost?"

The entire wall is full of disciples' complaints, some are just a few words, and some are long-winded, as if there is nowhere to vent their resentment.

...she was right.

Even if they went to Wanglingxianzong, the disciples in this sect have been suppressed for too long.

I thought that passing the selection would be a new world, but I didn't expect that this is just the beginning, and there are new and more intense competition tracks waiting for them, which may also make many people at a loss.

Among the vast number of sticky notes, one inconspicuous one caught Shen Xitang's attention.

"I really want the peak owner to die, I really want everyone on this mountain to die, why do people have to practice so hard?"

The owner of this note had obviously been suppressed for a long time. If he didn't give him proper guidance, he might be bewitched by Chen Cang one day, and then become a spirit ghost with no emotions but only desires.

"Little uncle, do you have anything you want to write?" Zhong Yangxia brought a pen and paper, "This is anonymous, no one will know if you write it."

After all, he turned his back, as if to prove his words.

"Forget it, I don't want to write," Shen Xitang pushed the pen and paper aside, "I probably don't have anything on my mind."

She has always been firm-willed, and she will neither get stuck in a corner like Wei Xiaomo, nor choose to degenerate like Chen Cang, but will choose an appropriate method and work hard to solve the problem.

"If something on my mind is written down, it won't be called something on my mind," Shen Xitang said seriously, "And I'm full of Nine Spiritual Veins, so it would be too hypocritical to have something sad."

"I want to meet the peak master, please ask my nephew to show me the way," Shen Xitang saluted, "I have something to ask him."

Seeing Shen Xitang speak frankly, Zhongyang Xia was amazed.

Few people can frankly admit their own problems and truly face their own shortcomings, but Shen Xitang's saying that proves that she really...has seriously thought about this matter.

"Little uncle, please, the peak master is probably over there in the library," Zhong Yangxia led the way, "Kao Ling has disappeared recently, the peak master intends to search for it a little, if you can't find it, forget it."

Shen Xitang: ... The Lord of Guifeng really does everything by himself!

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