Xue Zhengyong was practicing his swordsmanship on the North Peak when a begonia flower suddenly fell from the sky. He made a sound of surprise and took the begonia flower while wiping his sweat with a handkerchief. He muttered to himself, "Yu Heng sent a message to the begonia flower?
Can't he come and tell me himself?
When did he become so lazy? "
Although he said this, Xue Zhengyong still picked up the golden light in the begonia flower and put it into his ear.
An unfamiliar child's voice came from it. "My Lord, please come to the Red Lotus Pavilion when you have time …"
Xue Zhengyong did not believe it at first, but when he landed in front of Chu Wanning's residence on his sword, he was completely dumbfounded.
In the pavilion next to the lotus pond, a child about five or six years old stood with his hands behind his back and stared at the lotus leaf with a gloomy expression.
From the side, this person's face was as white as snow, and his eyes were as cold as ice. He was even wearing Chu Wanning's robes, but they were too big for him. His sleeves and robes dragged on the ground, making him look like a fish in a pond with a giant tail.
Xue Zhengyong, "…"
The child looked back with an arrogant expression that said, "If you dare laugh, I'll die."
Xue Zhengyong, "Pfft, hahahahaha!!!"
The child slammed the table and said angrily, "What are you laughing at!
What's so funny! "
"It's not that I'm not laughing … Ahahaha, oh no, Yu Heng, I told you to go to Elder Tanlang and take a look at the wound, but you didn't listen. Hahahaha, this is so funny."
Xue Zhengyong held his stomach and said, "I've never seen a child with such a strong murderous aura, ahahahaha."
This child was none other than Chu Wanning, who woke up to find that his body had shrunk.
Jin Chengchi pierced through the vines on his back and back. He did not know what spell it was, but it turned people into their five or six years old appearance. Fortunately, his magic power did not regress, otherwise, Chu Wanning felt that he could really die.
Xue Zhengyong laughed as he went to find a set of disciple's robes for him.
After Chu Wanning put it on, he did not look so funny.
He tidied up his blue-bottomed silver-edged gauntlets and glared at Xue Zhengyong. Then, he said fiercely, "I'll kill you if you tell anyone."
Xue Zhengyong laughed and said, "I won't say, I won't say.
But what are you going to do?
I don't know anything about medicine, so I have to find someone to take a look, right?
Why don't I invite Elder Tanlang over … "
Chu Wanning angrily flicked his sleeves, only to find that the little disciple uniform had a narrow collar and tight sleeves. When he waved his sleeves, there was no imposing manner at all. He became even more displeased. "Why did you invite him?
Let him laugh at me? "
"Why don't I ask my wife to take a look?"
Chu Wanning pursed his lips and didn't speak. He actually looked a little aggrieved.
"I'll take your silence as a yes."
Chu Wanning turned around and faced him with the back of his head.
Xue Zhengyong knew that he was depressed, but this spectacle was too funny. After holding it in for a while, he couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing again.
With a 'shua' sound, the Heaven's Inquisition was summoned. Chu Wanning glanced sideways and sternly said, "You dare to laugh again!"
"I won't laugh anymore, I won't laugh anymore.
I'll go find my wife now, ahahahaha. "
Xue Zhengyong ran away like a wisp of smoke. Not long after, he brought an anxious Madam Wang over.
Madam Wang was stunned when she saw Chu Wanning. After a while, she said in disbelief.
"Elder Yu Heng …"
Chu Wanning, "…"
Fortunately, compared to Xue Zhengyong, Madam Wang was a doctor with a benevolent heart. She didn't laugh at Chu Wanning. Instead, she carefully examined him and then softly said,
"Elder's spiritual energy is flowing smoothly, and there's nothing wrong with his body.
It seems that other than turning into a child, there's nothing different about him. "
Chu Wanning asked, "Madam, do you know how to resolve this?"
Madam Wang shook her head and said, "Elder's injuries were caused by the ancient willow vine. I'm afraid there's no second case of this in the world.
Therefore, I don't know how to deal with it. "
Chu Wanning's eyelashes suddenly drooped, and he couldn't say anything for a long time. He was clearly stunned.
Madam Wang couldn't bear to see this and hurriedly said, "Elder Yu Heng, in my opinion, the reason why you've become like this is probably because the vine's sap used for self-healing has invaded your wounds. It's not an evil curse.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken so long to act up.
I think that the sap is very small. It's because you've been too busy these past few days that the curse affected your body.
Why don't you recuperate for a while and see how things go? "
After a moment of silence, Chu Wanning sighed and said, "I guess that's the only way.
Thank you, Madam. "
"You're welcome."
Madam Wang carefully sized him up again and said, "With Elder's current appearance, if you don't say it, no one will be able to tell."
She was right. Chu Wanning had long forgotten the things that happened when he was five or six years old. However, when he looked at his reflection in the lake, other than some facial features, he didn't look very similar to his adult self.
His heart finally relaxed a little. He raised his head and said to Xue Zhengyong,
"Lord, I'm going to be in seclusion at the Red Lotus Pavilion for a few days. Please take care of Xue Meng and the others."
"What are you saying? Meng 'er is my son, Ran' er is my nephew, and Shi Mei is a disciple of the Peak of Life and Death. Of course I have to take care of them," Xue Zhengyong said with a smile. "You should worry more about yourself."
However, Chu Wanning had been meditating for three days straight, but he didn't see his body return to its original appearance. He couldn't help but feel even more worried. He was also thousands of miles away from Madam Wang's words of "recuperation".
One evening, Chu Wanning finally couldn't bear the agitation in his heart. Seeing that his cultivation was fruitless, he simply left the Southern Peak and walked around to relax.
It was already past dinner time, and the night practice had yet to begin. The Peak of Life and Death's empty valleys, secluded paths, bridges, and pavilions were filled with groups of three to five disciples. No one noticed him.
Chu Wanning strolled around and went to a bamboo forest near the Stage of Good and Evil.
The Elders had their own practice areas that they were used to. Usually, they would bring their disciples to a fixed place to practice.
Chu Wanning was used to this bamboo forest.
The bamboo shadows were bleak, and the leaves were rustling.
Chu Wanning broke off a leaf and put it to his lips. He slowly blew on it. The quiet and fragmented music calmed his mind.
But not long after, the sound of footsteps came from afar and stopped near him.
"Hey, kid."
Chu Wanning opened his eyes.
Xue Meng was standing proudly in the bamboo forest with his slender waist and long legs. He was holding the glittering saber Longcheng and was talking to him.
"I'm going to practice my saber here. You go somewhere else."
"…" Chu Wanning raised his eyebrows slightly. This was a strange feeling. Xue Meng was bossing him around.
He thought for a while and said, "I'll play my saber and you practice yours. Let's not disturb each other."
Xue Meng said, "How can that be?
Go, go, my saber will hurt you. "
"You can't hurt me."
Xue Meng was a little impatient. He clicked his tongue and said, "Then I'll remind you. If you get hurt later, I won't care about you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out his saber. Longcheng let out a vigorous cry, like a snake in a deep pool riding on the clouds, breaking through the air.
In a split second, the forest was mottled with light and shadow. The Sword Qi was like a rainbow. Xue Meng danced Longcheng in the bamboo leaves. With one slash, a bamboo leaf was broken into ten pieces. With one slash, the bamboo leaves fell down.
Bit by bit, stab by stab, stroke by stroke, it was done in one breath like the wind returning to the snow.
With such a sharp saber technique, not to mention a five year old child, even a fifty year old cultivator would praise it.
But when Xue Meng finished his Ten Styles Dance, the child sitting on the rock was still blowing his leaves. It was as if there was nothing to see in front of him, and there was nothing to be surprised about.
Xue Meng was a little angry. He put away his saber and jumped down from the top of the bamboo forest. He landed lightly in front of Chu Wanning.
"Child."
"…"
"Hey, child, I'm talking to you."
Chu Wanning put down his bamboo leaves and slowly opened his eyes. He looked at him expressionlessly. "What?
Didn't your master teach you to be more polite when talking to people?
Don't just say 'hey' and 'hey'.
I have a name. "
"I don't care what your name is."
Xue Meng originally wanted to talk nicely, but when he heard him speak with sarcasm, he immediately lost his good mood. "Get out of my way. You saw it yourself. Sabers and swords don't have eyes. Be careful that I don't cut your head off."
Chu Wanning casually said, "You can't even avoid my head. What's the point of practicing?"
"You!"
Xue Meng had never been talked back to like this since he was young. Moreover, the other side was a low level disciple who didn't even reach his thigh. He was immediately embarrassed and angry. He angrily said, "You dare to talk to me like this? Do you know who I am?"
Chu Wanning faintly glanced at him. "Who are you?"
"… I am the young master of the Peak of Life and Death." Xue Meng was simply about to suffocate. "You don't even know this?"
Chu Wan-ning smiled faintly. That smile would have looked very mocking on his original face, but on his current childish and cute face, it was even more mocking.
"You're just a young master, not a master.
Why do you have to know? "
"You, you, you, you, what did you say?"
"Put down your arrogance and properly practice your blade."
After Chu Wanning said this, he lowered his long eyelashes and slowly blew on the bamboo leaves. The slow melody was like cotton fluttering in the wind, tossing and turning.
Xue Meng was really about to be angered to death. He let out a loud cry and actually got into a fight with a child.
But no matter how angry he was, he didn't want to hit a child. He could only soar into the air and slash at the trees. In a split second, the trees were cut down, and in the midst of this ethereal song, he displayed a ruthless and dangerous blade technique.
His blade was fast and fierce. In the flash of the blade, dozens of bamboo shoots were cut into blunt thorns.
If it was used to attack an enemy, these blunt thorns would be like sharp needles that could cut through hair. But to teach his own sect's younger generation disciple, he didn't have to go too far.
Hundreds of blunt thorns fell straight towards Chu Wanning. Seeing that they were about to hurt him, Xue Meng quickly jumped and prepared to use his qinggong to bring this ignorant disciple away.
He didn't really want to hurt this child, he just wanted to scare him.
Unexpectedly, at the same time he flew down, the child stopped playing and flicked the tender green bamboo leaves at his fingertips. The thin bamboo leaves instantly shattered into hundreds of thin strands at his fingertips.
Almost in an instant, the hundreds of thin strands accurately attacked the blunt thorns that were falling down.
The wind seemed to have frozen.
Chu Wanning stood up. At the same time, the hundreds of blunt thorns around him turned into fine powder in a split second.
Turned into ashes!
Xue Meng was stunned. He stood in place, his face alternating between green and red. He couldn't say a single word.
The childish child in front of him rustled his eyelashes, his silver-blue disciple robes fluttering. He smiled at Xue Meng, "Again?"
Xue Meng, "… …"
"The blade is swift and fierce, but it has no rhythm.
It's too impulsive. "
Xue Meng opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Chu Wanning said, "Let's start from the Spirit Sparrow Style again. Dance according to my tune again. I'll play a section, and you'll finish the style. Don't go any faster."
Being instructed by a child like this, Xue Meng's expression became even uglier. He bit his lip and didn't move. Chu Wanning didn't rush him, he just waited on the side. He wanted to see if Xue Meng would be able to put down his pride for the sake of cultivation and rather listen to the words of a child.
After waiting for a while, Xue Meng suddenly stomped his feet in frustration. He threw his sword and turned to leave.
Chu Wanning saw him leave in a huff, his expression slightly gloomy.
He thought, it's a pity that Xue Meng can't learn humbly like this … …
But before he finished thinking, he saw him pick up a branch from the ground, turn around, and say in a bad tone, "Then, then I'll use a branch, in case I hit you."
Chu Wanning paused, a smile on his lips. He nodded and said, "Okay."
Xue Meng picked a bamboo leaf for him, wiped it clean, and handed it to him. "Here, little brother, this is for you."
Just like this, he became a "child" and a "little brother"?
Chu Wanning looked at him in amusement. He took the leaf, sat back down on the rock, and slowly blew.
Xue Meng had an impatient personality. In this blade style, there was a sweeping move in the air. When he turned around in the air, he had to stab six times in a row and then slash once.
However, Xue Meng couldn't grasp the speed. Often, he would stab ten times in a row before he struck, and that strike had already missed the best time.
After five or six times, Xue Meng couldn't get it right. The more anxious he became, the tighter his brows became.
Just as he was anxious, he glanced to the side and saw the child sitting on the rock playing the bamboo leaf. He saw that although the child was young, he was calm and didn't complain at all. He couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Thus, he pulled himself together and practiced a few more times. Gradually, he found some feeling in the music.
Xue Meng, however, was not happy. He continued to leap and stab. When the moon was high in the sky, it was already late. He was finally able to perform this part of the saber technique without any mistakes.
Sweat condensed between his dark eyebrows. Xue Meng wiped it with a handkerchief and said happily, "Today, it's all thanks to you.
Little brother, which elder's disciple are you?
You're so strong. Why haven't I heard of you before? "
Chu Wanning had already thought about it. Elder Xuanji had many disciples, so many that even he couldn't remember all of them. Thus, he put away the bamboo leaf and smiled slightly. "I am Elder Xuanji's disciple."
Xue Meng seemed to be quite disdainful of Xuanji. He snorted and said, "Oh, that Trash King."
"Trash King?"
"Ah, sorry."
Xue Meng misunderstood the surprise in Chu Wanning's eyes. He thought that it was because he looked down on this child's master and made him unhappy.
He smiled and said, "It's just a nickname in private.
Your master has taken in too many disciples. He doesn't refuse anyone.
Trash refers to the disciples he has taken in who have no talent. It's not that Elder Xuanji isn't good. Little brother, don't take it to heart. "
Chu Wanning said, "… Do you often give Elders nicknames in private?"