Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 13 Fatty Three

The lesson lasted for several hours, and was not over until nearly midnight.

None of the thirty-six newly registered disciples of the Xingxiu Sect were asleep; they were all at their respective windows, looking towards Building Yi with extremely complex expressions.

In the first floor of Building A, Zhaixingzi also leans on the railing and gazes into the distance.

His building and Building B1 are separated by the Star Palace, so naturally they can't see each other at all.

But Zhaixingzi didn't blink, his eyes were eerie, like will-o'-the-wisps from the underworld, and his already bluish face turned almost like the bottom of a pot, and five finger marks were left on the railing under his hand.

If the other junior disciples had seen this scene, they would have been terrified: the railings on the first floor were all carved from sandalwood, as hard as iron. Zhaixingzi had managed to make such deep marks with just his bare hands. If he hadn't reached the pinnacle of his internal strength, he must have mastered an extremely powerful finger-claw technique.

About half an hour later, all the disciples heard Ding Chunqiu's hearty laughter: "Good! Good child, this talent truly has the style of your master back then, hahaha, hahaha, you must practice diligently and not disappoint your master. If there is anything you don't understand, have Azi lead you to the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons to ask your master for guidance, hahahaha, your master is off!"

Upon hearing this, all the disciples simultaneously had the same thought: the rumors were indeed true; the new kid must be the illegitimate son of that old guy/old thing/old thief/old turtle/old bastard/old pale-faced/old beast/old poisoner…! Otherwise, why would that old guy/old thing/old thief/old turtle/old bastard/old pale-faced/old beast/old poisoner… go to such lengths, allowing him to ask for guidance at any time? Even the eldest disciple didn't receive such treatment.

The various elegant nicknames following the title "Old Master" are all affectionate terms people use to refer to their master, which need no further explanation.

The disciples all concealed themselves and quietly peered out the window. They saw a white figure rise from Building B1 and fly north like a crane.

After a long while, the disciples slowly poked their heads out. Some had amused looks in their eyes, some were full of envy, and some even jumped out of the window to go and discuss countermeasures with their fellow disciples.

At this moment, another person arrived at the small building where Azi lived. He was round and plump and was Zhui Fengzi, the third-ranked disciple among the newly enrolled disciples.

Zhui Fengzi was a smooth talker. He noticed that Ding Chunqiu favored his two disciples, Zhai Xingzi and A Zi, so he tried to befriend them.

In particular, in the past two years, Azi has grown into a beautiful young woman. Although she is still young, she has already shown signs of beauty. Some disciples with despicable character will take the opportunity to say a few words of gossip in a roundabout way.

Although Azi was ignorant about matters between men and women, she had a woman's instincts and knew that those people must have ill intentions. However, she couldn't understand the meaning behind many of their words and didn't know how to refute them. So she could only get angry, which only fueled their arrogance.

If Zhui Fengzi were to encounter such a situation, he would surely berate those people. Since A Zi had received this favor from him, she naturally treated this senior brother with more respect.

At that moment, Zhui Fengzi arrived outside A Zi's door, gently knocked, and whispered to A Zi, "Junior Sister, the junior brother that Master asked you to bring back is probably more than just a fellow villager..."

Fearing that Ah Zi might let slip and cause trouble, he dared not utter the words "illegitimate child," only vaguely saying, "In short, Master values ​​him highly. Since you brought him here, he will naturally be close to you. If you have the chance, say a few good words about your senior brother, and he will surely repay you."

Azi chuckled, "Third Senior Brother, you're the third senior brother! That big piece of ginger doesn't even know martial arts, why are you trying to curry favor with him? He should be the one currying favor with you."

Hearing Azi address Jiang Mingzhe so affectionately, Zhuifengzi's heart stirred: This little girl is clever and quirky. Although she speaks sweetly, she keeps her distance from all her fellow disciples. I have stood up for her many times, but I have never seen her be so close to me. Hmm, why did Master specifically ask Azi to bring him back? And why did he specifically ask Azi to guide him when he went to Wandu Valley?

Actually, Ding Chunqiu had asked Azi to bring Jiang Mingzhe back, but it just so happened that he happened to arrive at the same time. He said that he would also have Azi lead him when they went to the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons in the future, firstly because the two of them were already familiar with each other, and secondly because he knew the hearts and methods of his disciples. Azi was the youngest disciple and had no conflict of interest with Jiang Mingzhe, so he was not afraid that she would do something bad to harm this rare talent.

But the worst thing is to overthink things. Zhui Fengzi was convinced that Jiang Mingzhe was Ding Chunqiu's illegitimate son. After thinking it over, he immediately came to the conclusion: Yes, the old thief is frivolous and values ​​appearance the most. Little Azi is getting more and more beautiful. The old thief wants her to be his daughter-in-law!
Thinking about it this way, Zhui Fengzi couldn't help but feel smug. After all, he had stood up for A Zi a few times, and if A Zi became the young sect leader's wife, it would be beneficial to him.

Then he smiled even more brightly: "Junior sister is joking. Don't you know what kind of person your senior brother is? I am very different from the other brothers. I wish that all the brothers could get along well. But you know what kind of people these brothers are. Before this new junior brother is corrupted by them, say a good word about me, and I can make a true brother."

As he was speaking, his ears twitched, and he turned his head to see Jiang Mingzhe walking over, covered in sweat and dragging his heavy steps.

When Zhui Fengzi saw that Jiang Mingzhe was handsome and fair-skinned, his eyes lit up. He thought to himself that the old thief had always been concerned about his own appearance. Now, seeing the appearance of this illegitimate son, he knew that the old thief was not bad back then. No wonder he was still so vain even in his old age.

He thought to himself, but put on a kind smile: "Junior brother, you must be tired after learning kung fu for so long."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, seemingly having a very easygoing nature.

Jiang Mingzhe, however, knew that the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect could not be judged by their appearance, so he quickly cupped his hands and said, "This junior brother Jiang Mingzhe greets senior brother. May I ask which senior brother is here in front of me?"

Azi, who was standing inside the door, smiled broadly upon hearing Jiang Mingzhe's voice. She lightly jumped out of the door and said with a grin, "Big Ginger, you must be hungry, right? Hmm, this is Third Senior Brother Zhuifengzi. We were just talking about you."

Chasing the Madman? Jiang Mingzhe was taken aback at first, then realized that it should be Chasing the Wind.

Suspicion arose in his heart. He thought to himself that almost none of the disciples of the Starry Constellation Sect were good people. Why was Zhui Fengzi talking about me for no reason?
Upon closer inspection, he saw that his face was like a full moon, his eyes were like thin silk, he had a short beard and a big belly, and he thought to himself that his third senior brother was a fat man.

Yes, Fatty Three!
Suppressing her doubts, she didn't ask him anything further, but simply smiled and nodded: "Yes, I was really starving. I was going to ask Senior Sister if there was any food at home, but I didn't expect Third Senior Brother to be here too. Look at me, all sweaty and smelly, how rude of me."

Since Jiang Mingzhe fell into the water and traveled through time today, he hasn't eaten or drunk anything for most of the day. Azi originally planned to arrange accommodations and then take him out for a meal, but Ding Chunqiu happened to return.

Practicing martial arts is exhausting, and Jiang Mingzhe was already starving. However, Ding Chunqiu's internal strength was so great that he didn't feel anything even if he skipped a few meals. Moreover, Ding Chunqiu was extremely selfish and only cared about teaching his own family, without considering whether Jiang Mingzhe needed to eat or rest.

Jiang Mingzhe, eager to learn new skills, refrained from mentioning it until Ding Chunqiu left, at which point he eagerly came to find Azi for food.

Upon hearing Jiang Mingzhe's words, Azi's heart stirred: "Hmm, he felt it was impolite to see Third Senior Brother when he was covered in sweat, but he didn't feel it was impolite to see me. What's the reason for that? Could it be that he truly considers me one of his own?"

Thinking about it, a warm feeling welled up in my heart, and my eyes crinkled with laughter: "Since you're hungry, that's perfect..."

Before she could say what was going on, her third senior brother slapped his thigh and interrupted, "Why didn't you tell me you were hungry, junior brother? If we're talking about martial arts, the eldest and second senior brothers are both better than me, and there are plenty of hidden talents among the other junior brothers..."

At this point, he patted his chest, his fat jiggling even through his clothes: "But when it comes to food, hehe, not to brag, but in the Starry Constellation Sect, if I'm second to none! Junior brother, you're hungry, just watch how your senior brother arranges things for you!"

(End of this chapter)