Beautiful senior sister, peaceful cultivation world

Chapter 39 Reminiscing the Past
The location of the Wanjian Sect's mountain gate is mountainous and densely forested, but it does not rain very much, especially in autumn, when it is sunny most of the time. The patrol team's daily patrol focus is forest fire prevention.

"I remember when you were a kid you always sneaked into the back mountain to catch fish and grill them for dinner. You set the forest on fire several times and were caught by the patrol team and handed over to the Law Enforcement Hall. Then they notified your master to come and take you away. At first he went to pay the fine and take you back, but in the end he just ignored you and had Qing Feng lock you up in the Cliff of Repentance, saying that you had refused to change after repeated admonitions and that this was a good opportunity to teach you a lesson. In fact, he felt sorry for the handfuls of spirit stones he had thrown away! Hahaha!"

Wei Wenxin was her most beloved granddaughter, whom she had raised for many years. Taoist Master Mingzhen had a lot of interesting stories about her in her mind, which she would tell from time to time.

Wei Wenxin used to feel embarrassed, but now she just finds it interesting.

Ever since she was old enough to understand, she knew that she was responsible for the lives of the whole family. The reason why she has grown up to be so sunny and cheerful with a decent outlook on life is because her elders have loved her selflessly and taught her with all their heart.

The mistakes we made as children might have made us extremely upset at the time, but when we recall them now, we feel filled with happiness.

She once had an uncle who loved her very much. Before he passed away, he told her about the experience of being spanked by his mother when he was a child. His face was full of smiles. She didn’t understand it at the time, but now she almost understands it.

If one day she reaches the end of her life, she will definitely miss these little things in the past.

Seeing that she actually laughed out loud, Mingzhen Daozun said unhappily:
"How dare you laugh? You are the most trouble-making disciple among all our disciples! Look at your master, his hair has turned white from worry!"

"Come on! I asked my uncle, my master's hair turned white because of his technique. My great grandfather wasn't even born at that time, so how can he blame me?"

"Hahaha!"

There was no rush, and the spirit beasts pulled the cart slowly along the way. The two chatted and enjoyed the scenery, which was quite amusing for a while.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky and the warm breeze was blowing. Wei Wenxin sat in front of a low table, looking at the fluttering brown gauze curtain. She unconsciously turned the sky-blue teacup in her hand, her mind full of thoughts.

Even though she was reluctant to let her master ascend to the upper realm, she could not stop him out of selfish motives.

Because the master will also miss her master and grandmaster!

In front of the elders, isn’t Master just a little girl?

As he was speaking, Wanjian City appeared at the end of his sight.

This is an extremely majestic and imposing city. The city wall alone is five hundred feet high, and there are countless tall buildings in the city.

Also, because there are sword cultivators here, flying is not banned in the city, but there are strict restrictions on the flying area and flying speed.

As a subordinate city of the Wanjian Sect, Wanjian City is only a few dozen miles away from the mountain gate. There are large spirit boats to pick up and drop off disciples every day, so even young disciples in the Qi Refining Stage can travel back and forth without worries. It has always been the place that disciples often visit in their spare time.

Wei Wenxin didn't come here very often.

It’s not because she doesn’t like being in the crowds or has social phobia, she’s just too busy.

Practicing is already very tiring, and she also likes to do research, so she has no time to hang out.

In her mind, eating, drinking, having fun and shopping are far less interesting than studying a difficult problem thoroughly.

When they arrived at the city gate, the disciples guarding the gate would definitely recognize the carriage of their own Mahayana master, so they quickly let it pass.

The spirit beast landed on the ground, pulling the cart slowly forward, its hooves stepping on the bluestone slabs with a "clack clack clack" sound, and the wheels also rolled along with a "gurgling gurgling" sound.

After entering the south gate, there is a small square where a group of guys are happily promoting their own winery.

For the upcoming Fairy Wine Festival, all wineries have tried their best, fearing that passers-by will not be aware of their own specialties.

"My fellow immortals, the Immortal Wine Festival, which takes place once every ten years, is about to begin! Our Sihai Winery has been passed down for more than 3,800 years. The Liuxian wine we launched this year is even more mellow in flavor. You must not miss it!"

"Fairy, our Qingfenglou fruit wine is unique, delicious but not intoxicating. Come, be sure to have a sip!"

"It's all about affordability! It's all about value! Lu's liquor, in a large bottle! For a family gathering, choose Lu's!" "Fight the toughest fight! Drink the strongest liquor! Xifeng Lie, you deserve it!"

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Each exquisite wine vessel was engraved with floating patterns, hovering steadily in the air, all filled with mellow wine.

A passing monk could just reach out and take a sip.

After you finish drinking, you can also take away the wine vessels with the names of the wineries.

There are people who love wine and they would squat here and drink from morning till night, and no one would drive them away. There was even a profession born out of this, called wine taster.

"About four thousand years ago, our sect had a sword fairy who loved wine the most. No matter which winery, as long as she praised it, the sales would soar. Over time, all the wineries moved to Wanjian City. As there were more wineries, the competition was fierce. In order to gain fame and expand the market, these merchants united and held the first Immortal Wine Festival. As the Immortal Wine Festival was held again and again, the wine of Wanjian City became more and more famous, and the nickname of 'Wine City' became more and more famous."

Taoist Master Mingzhen listened to the excitement outside and couldn't help but reveal a bit of sadness in his eyes.

Wei Wenxin usually doesn't care about various trivial matters, and never gathers together to gossip like other female cultivators.

Occasionally she would learn about some trendy things, which were told to her by her fellow junior students or Yue Jinxiu.

For high-level monks, things that happened four thousand years ago may still be quite fresh, but for young monks, they happened a long, long time ago.

"I didn't expect there was such a reason, but I didn't know it."

There have been too many sword immortals in the history of the Wanjian Sect.

After all, any Mahayana sword cultivator, even if he fails to ascend to the upper realms, will be respectfully called a sword immortal.

It is not easy to cultivate all the way to the Mahayana stage.

Almost everyone has something that people talk about, so it's normal that Wei Wenxin doesn't know about it.

Taoist Master Mingzhen couldn't help but sigh:

"If it's someone else's business, I may not know, but that sword fairy is my senior sister."

Wei Wenxin had only met Uncle Master Mingcheng, and had no idea that his uncle had an older sister.

"I think he ascended early, but I didn't get to see him."

"Once she was seriously injured, and the doctors strictly forbade her to drink alcohol, but she didn't listen, and her old injuries relapsed, and she died."

The master looked at her seriously.

Wei Wenxin finally understood that when the Grand Master mentioned this matter, not only did he think of his own senior sister, but he also wanted to take the opportunity to remind her that she should never drink alcohol when she was injured.

I couldn't help but sigh: "Master, don't worry!"

She was not a person with a strong appetite, nor was she a person with poor self-control, and felt that her master's worries were a bit unnecessary.

Taoist Master Mingzhen snorted, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not.

Wei Wenxin pursed her lips and pulled open the gauze curtain.

Many things are useless no matter how many times you say them; they have to be proven through actual actions.

(End of this chapter)