Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

"What else? Are we going to have another fight?"

Wei Xun: "What else? Are you asking if the sword cultivator of the Immortal Sect is so easy to talk to? Is he willing to watch it just because his wife asks him to?"

Lu Wensheng: “…Wife, wife?” I don’t really understand the sword practitioners of your Lingxiao Sect.

"Wait, what is that thing on your headband?!" A disciple of Lingxiao Sect suddenly raised his voice.

In order to show formality today, Lu Wensheng and the others all wore headbands with a color-matched Qingming stone inlaid in the middle. The Qingming stone on Lu Wensheng's red headband was yellow, and the orange color looked very nice.

"Qingming Stone."

Huh? Top-notch spiritual sword amplification materials are used as decorations on the headband?! ——The disciples of Lingxiao Sect felt that they were really going to be laughed at by their own sect. It is said that nine out of ten sword cultivators are poor, and the other one is particularly poor. They are all sword cultivators, so how come you are so rich?

"What a waste! What a waste!"

"What a luxury!"

"I just noticed now that their floors are paved with spiritual jade."

"Is it too late to change the affiliation now?"

The jealous sword practitioners of Lingxiao Sect whispered to each other.

Seeing these people's fiery eyes, Lu Wensheng took off his headband in a good-tempered manner: "Do you want to see it?"

Sword cultivator from Lingxiao Sect: “Yes, yes, yes!” This might be the only time in this life that I can get in close contact with the Qingming Stone!

The sword cultivators from Ling Xiao Sect rushed forward, but in the end, the chief disciple Wei Xun seized the opportunity.

Seeing Wei Xun taking the headband with his devout hands, Lu Wensheng had a very strange feeling, especially when a group of people surrounded his headband, looking as if they were afraid of disturbing Qingming Stone, with crazy and sticky eyes. He suddenly didn't want this headband so much anymore.

Zhang Zhixu and Song Wen, who were standing next to them, covered their foreheads with the Qingming stone on their headbands without making a sound.

"Why don't you decorate your scabbard?" Wei Xun suddenly became much closer to Lu Wensheng, and made suggestions while looking at his scabbard.

"I know a shop. The materials they sell are of good quality and low price. You can go and have a look. The scabbard of our spirit sword must be worthy of the spirit sword."

Lu Wensheng: Ah, he said a lot of words in one breath.

"We talked a lot." Wei Xun said suddenly. Lu Wensheng nodded in confusion - he was scared to death, thinking that he had read his thoughts.

Wei Xun changed the subject: "Then we are familiar with each other, can you show me your sword? I don't want to touch it, I'm just curious about the sword cultivators you asked about the Immortal Sect."

[A cunning swordsman.] The system commented.

Lu Wensheng pulled out the sword generously. The jade-white hilt was engraved with delicate red maple patterns, which looked even brighter than fire against the white background. The sword was made of black iron, and the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, flashing with cold light. The patterns on it were inlaid with tiny gems, revealing a cold beauty.

The people from Lingxiao Sect had their eyeballs glued to their eyes, and Lu Wensheng suspected that tears were about to come out of their mouths.

"Please restrain yourself. This is very rude." Wei Xun spoke out to stop the disciples next to him. Lu Wensheng felt that there were still some merits in the sword practice of Lingxiao Sect. As a result, he looked at Wei Xun. While the other party was speaking, his eyes were still glued to his sword and he was reluctant to blink.

For some reason, Lu Wensheng seemed to feel as if someone had offended him, and he quickly put his sword back into the scabbard. The people in front of him immediately showed expressions of regret.

"I'll give it back to you." Wei Xun and others returned the headband reluctantly, and Lu Wensheng paused.

"This is for you." He changed into another one.

“?!?!?!” Wei Xun looked at Lu Wensheng in disbelief, and saw that this man with the ability to practice swordsmanship excitedly pulled Lu Wensheng to his side and started to treat him as a brother. The aloof image of Lu Wensheng was immediately shattered in Lu Wensheng’s mind.

"I will protect you from now on. I will beat up anyone you want." Wei Xun lowered his voice. "It's not impossible to steal some elixirs. I can also help you get rid of some people... But I have to pay more."

Lu Wensheng: Big Brother, a headband turns you into a lawless criminal?!

"...I am a disciple of the Discipline Hall of the Wenxian Sect." Knowing the law and breaking it is too cruel.

Wei Xun showed a look of realization and lowered his voice again: "Don't worry, I will clean it up and make sure you are not implicated."

"...Let's talk about something else."

Fortunately, the meeting began, interrupting the people chatting below, otherwise Lu Wensheng felt that he really could not withstand the enthusiasm of these sword cultivators.

As the host, Tao Yin went up to the podium to give a speech. The content of his speech had a familiar tone. Lu Wensheng sat upright, but actually did not hear a single word. He suddenly realized that the place where they, his direct disciples, were sitting seemed too quiet.

It was fine as Ji Yanli was sitting far away. Jiang Jinfeng had already come out of the cold pond and was sitting quite close to Song Wen, yet they didn't quarrel. Lu Wensheng didn't believe that the other party had restrained himself.

Lu Wensheng "inadvertently" looked to a place not far away. From this angle, he could see Jiang Jinfeng and Jiang Xiuyuan clearly. Jiang Xiuyuan had the same "gentle" mask on his face as always.

He looked deeply at the person at an angle to him. His narrow eyes were filled with endless affection and obsession, and there was also a faint flash of morbidity and possessiveness, as thick as a pool of ink that could not be dissolved - Lu Wensheng knew who he was looking at just by using his toes.

Jiang Jinfeng next to him still had a sickly pale face, and the fluttering ribbons above him cast a shadow on his handsome face. His eyes moved between the stage and someone, and a dark look seemed to pass through his eyes - it can be seen that this punishment has had a great impact on his body and mind, and he looked much calmer.

I don't know if the other party felt Lu Wensheng's gaze, but Jiang Jinfeng tilted his head slightly and his eyes met Lu Wensheng's. Lu Wensheng's heart skipped a beat, but on the surface he naturally looked away and looked at Tao Yin who was spitting.

Lu Wensheng no longer looked at Jiang Jinfeng, but his intuition told him that Jiang Jinfeng was staring at him - that kind of sticky and venomous look, like a poisonous snake ambushing its prey, made people very uncomfortable.

[Wen Sheng, Jiang Jinfeng is looking at you, and his eyes don't seem very friendly.]

"I know, it would be strange if we could be friendly, okay?" Lu Wensheng replied to the system consciously, shifting his attention elsewhere.

Tao Yin spoke straightforwardly. With a wave of his hand, he announced the official start of the exchange meeting among the five sects. Lu Wensheng and the other four disciples who were sent out walked onto the stage.

The weather was just right; the sun wasn't too hot and the breeze was refreshingly cool.

The bow and arrow were ready. The bronze bow was like a crescent moon, with a few gemstones inlaid on it. It was simple and rustic, noble but not luxurious. The silver bowstring had been baptized by time, but it did not slacken at all. It was still taut on the bow, elegant and solemn.