This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 107 Do you know who I am?

On the official road, four horses were moving slowly, three in front and one behind.

Song Beixiang sat on his horse stupidly, his eyes empty and his body weak. At first glance, he looked like a handsome moron.

The two senior brothers were not in a much better condition. They got on the horses at the same time and almost fell on their butts.

There is a demon! x3
Xiang Yuan's actions refreshed the three people's perception of genius, especially Song Beixiang, who had been a genius since childhood. He was hit hard and kept thinking about Xiang Yuan's knife, and fell into questioning his life.

The more I think about it, the more confused I become. I'm almost going crazy.

Seeing the junior brother in such pain, the two brothers hurried to comfort him: "Don't worry, there are heroes in the world, and there are always stronger ones among the strong. Although you are powerful, he is young and energetic, and he will be surpassed by you sooner or later."

"Yes, he is still so young." Song Beixiang's head sank, feeling even more uncomfortable.

Are you the one who talks like that?

"Junior brother, don't listen to his nonsense. What he meant was that the boy is not the best, and there are better ones than him."

"besides……"

Song Beixiang looked at the two of them in confusion, so, who exactly is he?
"..." x2
It would be fine if two brainless people were fighting, but they are both worse than the other when it comes to using their brains to persuade others. It would have been fine if they didn't comfort him, but once they did, Song Beixiang was completely depressed.

This can't go on like this!
They both turned around and saw Xiang Yuan riding a horse hanging behind them, making a sword with one hand and gesticulating here and there. Every now and then he would say, "I understand." He could control the Lone Star Chasing the Moon as he pleased and became more proficient in it.

Stop practicing, stop practicing. If you keep practicing like this, you’ll learn to chase the moon like a lone star before you even reach Youfeng County.

What to do? x2
The two brothers looked at each other. How could the mountain sect's secret skills be passed on lightly? Although it was not passed on by them, and Xiang Yuan did not steal the skills, but learned it on his own, the elders of the mountain sect did not care about these. They even sat down. Song Beixiang was a popular person, and a small punishment would not cause any big deal. They would probably punish him severely to set an example.

If it doesn’t work, you have to save yourself!

"What does that kid mean? Why is he following us?"

"He probably wants to test his skills with Junior Brother Song and learn the unique skills of the Heavenly Sword."

"How can this be justified? It has always been us, the Heavenly Blade Sect, who bully others. When someone bullies us to the point of being too aggressive, let's all attack together and drive him away."

"..." x2
LOL, can you beat him? x2
Song Beixiang came to his senses and thought that he had leaked the inner sect inheritance, and the depression in his chest was blocked. He learned inexplicable sorrow without any guidance and turned into a melancholy young man on the spot.

Add a erhu and a glass of poisoned wine, and you can go anywhere.

"Two brothers, what should we do?"

He can neither beat him nor chase him away. If Xiang Yuanruo comes to ask for advice, he will avoid fighting and bring disgrace to the Tiandao Sect. If he accepts the challenge... what if Xiang Yuan learns from him again?
"I have an idea."

"If you have any bad ideas, tell Junior Brother Song right away."

"There is a shop of our Tiandao Sect in Luo County. There is an outer sect elder in charge named Ji Wuzhou. He has an extremely powerful cultivation base. We can go and ask him for help."

"But that 'No Regrets Blade' Master Ji?"

"That's right. Although he is ranked last in the previous generation, his cultivation is very strong and his swordsmanship is better than many inner sect elders. He didn't like the infighting within the sect, so he hid in Luo County to seek peace and quiet."

"I understand. Let's ask Uncle Ji to kill the guy behind us, and our sect's secret skills won't be leaked."

"Why kill him? What a waste!"

"Then what do you mean?"

"Let him join our Tiandao Sect!"

"???" x3
The senior brother who heard the words was stunned, Song Beixiang was stunned, and Xiang Yuan who was hanging in the distance was also stunned.

Others join because they can't beat the enemy, but if he wants to join even though he can beat the enemy, then hasn't he beaten the enemy in vain?
"What a bad idea! Whether Master Ji wants to accept a disciple or not, our three opinions don't count..."

"This kid is born to be a swordsman. He has a great talent for sword training. If the information we got before is correct, he is a constable who is self-taught. If our Tiandao Sect does not accept him, he will be snatched away by other sword training sects sooner or later. Let us explain the key points, and Uncle Ji will make his own decisions."

"That's fine." x2
also.

Xiang Yuan nodded secretly, wanting to see what abilities this Wuhuidao had. If he was a martial arts master, he would have served Xiang Yuan for half his life, and regretted that he had never met a wise teacher. If Ji Ruo did not abandon him, Yuan would be willing to worship him as his teacher.

Ever since he called Xiao Lingyue "senior sister" and became her disciple, Xiang Yuan's moral bottom line has become more flexible. Worshiping one is worshipping, worshipping two is also worshipping. As long as he can learn skills, what's the harm in worshipping more?

It’s my true nature, not shabby!
I think Master Quexin would be happy if he knew that he became a slave of three families because he followed his heart.

As for the original travel route, fate has arrived, so there is no rush for now and I will explore it later!
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Los Angeles County.

There are seven counties under the jurisdiction of Dezhou, and Luo County is the head of the state. It is connected to the trade route to southern Xinjiang. It is rich and prosperous, and the urban area is much larger than Fengxian County.

The Sima family’s ancestral home is here.

As it occupies an important transportation route and is connected to the north and the south, the first-class forces of Western Chu have also set up branches here, such as Baiyun Villa and Tiandao Sect.

From a distance, the walls are towering and majestic, while nearby, the streets are wide and the alleys are crisscrossed.

There were shops on both sides, flags fluttering, the market was bustling, and people were everywhere. In the market, there were all kinds of goods, precious treasures, and rich goods from all over the world.

The city is divided into eight directions. There are solemn temples with morning bells and evening drums; there are elegant gardens with winding paths; there are cultural gatherings with a flourishing literary style; there are fights between warriors, and the first thing they say is "what are you looking at?"

The world is full of good and bad people, there are both elegant and vulgar people. We cannot expect everyone to have read a few years of education.

Song Beixiang and his two companions dismounted and arrived at the Tiandao Sect's shop in Luo County. They turned back quietly and saw that Xiang Yuan was following them.

It has been five days, and he has been exploited by Xiang Yuan many times along the way. Now his calves tremble when he sees Xiang Yuan. He is so depressed that he has no intention of fighting.

The genius who used to be so arrogant and conceited, with sharp edges and corners, has now become a little rounder, as if he has grown up.

Whoever wants this growth can do it, but Song Beixiang is unwilling to do it. He strode into the shop, showed his identity and entered the inner courtyard, and soon met the uncle Ji Wuzhou. Ji Wuzhou is a handsome man in his thirties, with a jade face, handsome and unrestrained, and romantic. When he was walking in the rivers and lakes in his early years, he relied on this face to cause a lot of romantic debts.

Perhaps it was because he had too many romantic debts that his health deteriorated day by day. He lost his ambition and no longer had the heart to practice swordsmanship. He spent his days with his hair disheveled and indulged in poetry and painting.

He plunged into this small temple in Luo County and lay down without moving again, as if he was going to spend his old age and die here.

He was a troublemaker in his early years, but he finally calmed down. Seeing that he was willing to behave himself, the inner sect elders of the Tiandao Sect did not come looking for him, and pretended that he did not exist.

At this time, Ji Wuzhou, with an untidy beard, was writing and painting in the yard. His long hair was disheveled and his white clothes were stained with large patches of black ink. He looked like a madman splashing ink and was creating some relatively abstract works.

Most people couldn't understand his masterpiece. Song Beixiang and the other two were among the ordinary people. They stood aside with bated breath and did not make any noise to disturb him.

After a stick of incense, Ji Wuzhou stopped his work, looked it up and down, felt something was wrong, licked the brush with his tongue, and added another stroke in the corner of the paper.

In this way, the entire drawing paper is completely black.

"People are born with a blank sheet of paper, all black strokes. Children are intelligent without learning, but if they learn, they will stick to the rules. The more they learn, the less blank the paper is. The closer they are to the world, the further they are from themselves..."

"To learn, or not to learn?"

Ji Wuzhou muttered to himself, then turned to look at Song Beixiang and the other two: "You three, do you understand?"

Ah, you talking to us? x3
Song Beixiang coughed lightly, knowing that his uncle was testing him, and said immediately: "I personally think that if you don't learn, you can't reach a thousand miles. If you keep your original heart, you can preserve your spiritual energy. How to choose is up to the individual, and there is no conflict."

The two senior brothers nodded repeatedly and said the same thing.

"Vulgar after all."

Ji Wuzhou shook his head and scratched his messy hair: "Who are you and why are you here?"

"Uncle, my nephew's name is Song Beixiang, these two..."

Song Beixiang briefly introduced himself and stated his purpose: "That person is right behind me, and I can't drive him away. I know my uncle's ability and his ability, so I came here to ask my uncle for a rule."

"I am here to cultivate myself and not to care about the affairs of the mountain gate. Whether that person learns it or not, it has nothing to do with me..."

Ji Wuzhou spoke calmly. Seeing the three people begging desperately, he said to Song Beixiang: "Well, I have some friendship with Senior Brother Song. Your last name is Song too, so you must be one of the Six Clans of Heavenly Sword. You call that man over and I will send him away so that he won't bother you anymore."

"Thank you, uncle."

Song Beixiang was overjoyed. The three of them went out immediately and brought Xiang Yuan in after a while.

Then he turned around and ran away.

Xiang Yuan looked at the man in front of him with a confused look on his face. He felt as if he had seen him somewhere before. After a moment, he suddenly woke up.

Ji Wuzhou and Senior Jiang look alike, somewhat similar!!

Are you the descendant of Senior Zhuang?
No way, Senior Jiang didn't mention his descendants in the diary...

Xiang Yuan suspected that he was overthinking. Senior Jiang had been dead for a long time. Even if he had descendants, their blood was pieced together and each generation had a different face. He would not be able to recognize them in person.

As for the similarities, it is simple.

We all have two eyes and one nose, so we all have some similarities.

Xiang Yuan silently warned himself that he was probably overthinking it, but when he thought about the fact that his heartless master had killed many of his uncles across the border, he couldn't help but mutter to himself that since they were all cultivating immortals, it wouldn't be a bad thing to think more.

Has Senior Zhuang reincarnated back to Qianyuan Realm?

"Young man, why do you look so strange in your eyes? Do you recognize me?" Ji Wuzhou touched his face. There was ink stain on his mouth, which looked particularly funny at first glance.

Xiang Yuan shook his head repeatedly: "I don't know you. I am Xiang Yuan, the junior. Today I meet you for the first time. I am deeply impressed by your extensive knowledge and profound scholarship."

He is indeed very knowledgeable, so much so that all the ink in his stomach is spilled.

"It's interesting to talk about."

Ji Wuzhou raised his eyebrows: "Let me ask you, do you know who you are, do you know who I am?"

What the hell, a philosopher?

Looking at his unconventional appearance from afar, his brows furrowed tightly. Perhaps Ji Wuzhou was just asking casually, but his face looked so similar to that of Senior Jiang that he couldn't help but imagine a lot and suspected that the other party had asked the question intentionally.

"You probably don't know..."

Ji Wuzhou sighed and looked up at the sky: "I am me, but I am not me. I want to be myself, but I don't know who I am. This heaven is really a ruthless person."

The more Xiang Yuan listened, the more his brows furrowed. This Ji Wuzhou should know about the Three Thousand Worlds. He was so confused. He must be like Master Lingguang, and he also had himself in other worlds.

It turns out that he has some skills and is a senior with high cultivation level.

The problem is, this guy is crazy and seems to be trapped in some kind of obsession. How can we learn any tricks from him?
"I have been asked by the three of them and I cannot refuse, but it seems like you and I are not meant to be together, and I don't want to be involved with you."

Ji Wuzhou pointed at his dark masterpiece and repeated, "Human beings are born as a blank sheet of paper, all strokes are black, child... the closer you are to the world, the further you are from yourself..."

"Let me ask you, are you going to learn or not?"

The question is, if you don’t learn, you can’t reach a thousand miles, you must learn!
As for spiritual energy, wouldn't it be better if you keep your original heart and don't be swayed by external things?

Xiang Yuan was about to say it, but when the words came to his lips, he thought that this answer was too mediocre. It seemed to be correct and did not conform to the other party's philosophical thinking.

After pondering for a moment, he felt that he was too conservative and threw out the extreme funny thing.

Go and seize the opportunity while you are at it!
(End of this chapter)