The old man and the young man on the bamboo peak were thinking about what to eat for dinner.

Shura was busy in the kitchen. He wanted to cook a pot of pheasant and bamboo shoot porridge to thank the old man in front of him.

A group of people at the foot of the mountain had already become a mess. The senior sister dragged Master Qingxu into the courtyard where she lived. Several senior brothers and junior sisters had already gathered.

Two important matters were before them, and they needed to consult their master for instructions.

First, three tribulation thunders suddenly sounded on the Bamboo Peak today. According to the third senior sister, there is only one seventh junior brother on the entire bamboo peak. So, even if the seventh junior brother builds the foundation in one day, does he need to overcome the tribulation to build the foundation?

Second, the Bamboo Peak cannot be climbed, no matter which way it is taken. The Sixth Senior Brother and the Third Senior Sister took Yueying to try many times, but found that the Bamboo Peak could not be climbed no matter what.

A natural magic circle rose from the middle of the mountain and blocked the entire bamboo peak.

Junior brother does not have this ability. If it is an elder in the temple, who would it be?

"Master, Yueying can't go to Bamboo Peak anymore!" By summer, Yueying will be nine years old.

"Master, you said that my junior brother only goes up the mountain in the spring. How can he, who is on the eighth level of Qi refining, invite disaster from heaven?" The senior sister frowned tightly.

All these circumstances indicate that something must have happened to the junior brother, otherwise he would not be able to climb the Bamboo Peak.

When Qingxu heard this, he looked at everyone and said with a smile: "Just take care of yourselves. Since you have tried and failed to go up, then naturally you can't go up as a teacher. Don't forget that there is a mountain-protecting formation in the sect.

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When the Sixth Senior Brother heard this, he couldn't help but open his mouth and said: "Master, what you mean is that this is a formation within a formation. A certain elder fell in love with the younger junior brother and went up the mountain to keep him company?"

Third Senior Sister also replied: "That's not impossible. Otherwise, why didn't he just seal off my mountain stream as well?"

The senior sister looked at everyone and smiled bitterly: "But, doesn't my junior brother already have a teacher? Who else in this temple can be his master?"

Qingxu looked at her, shook his head, and replied: "Don't forget, there is a great elder who even as a teacher can't do anything to him. He is the most powerful in our Shangqing Temple..."

Even Qingxu frowned when he thought of the great elder who was sometimes normal and sometimes crazy.

When the senior elder sister heard this, she couldn't help but feel worried for the seventh junior brother. After all, the elder was a troublesome old man.

The third senior sister giggled when she heard this, looked at everyone and said, "Now that's good, my junior brother has met a weirdo who can deal with him."

The sixth senior brother thought for a while, looked at Qingxu and asked: "In that case, master, do you want to go up and try it, ask the elder to see if the junior brother has really built a foundation to overcome the tribulation."

Qingxu looked at everyone and shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "You already have a role model in front of you, don't you have a little pressure? Are you waiting for your seventh junior brother to surpass you in just a few years?"

Yueying glanced at Senior Sister, clenched her fist and said, "Senior Sister, Yueying must be as powerful as my brother."

The senior sister laughed angrily at her appearance and replied: "Then why don't you go back to practice swordsmanship quickly, so that you can improve your cultivation by staying here with the master?"

When Yueying heard this, she screamed strangely and ran out the door.

"Sister, you are so fierce!"

In the distance, Yueying's giggle could be heard.

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Shura broke through the tribulation on the mountain, because the old man who suddenly appeared activated a large formation in the mountain, so that a group of curious senior sisters and brothers could not come up, but he could calm down and practice.

However, now he is also troubled by this matter.

That is, it turns out that the small stone house only has one small bed, and when the old man comes, he can only sleep on the floor.

It was just that for the sake of seeing the old man help him break through the situation, he got used to it after just two days. After all, he was not a sleepy guy.

Shura on the mountain never thought about going down the mountain, and he didn't know that the senior brothers and sisters at the bottom of the mountain could no longer come up.

But as time went by, he thought everyone slowly forgot about him.

Would the master throw his most beloved disciple into a bamboo peak to practice alone?

What can you learn by staying alone on the Bamboo Peak during the most precious time of your life?

He didn't even learn the swordsmanship from the senior sister or the medicine refining from the third senior sister, but he went up to Bamboo Peak alone, a place where no bird would fly.

Since going up the mountain, Shura has never gone down the mountain.

All his daily necessities were bought for him by Sixth Senior Brother before, and later the old man brought a lot more. The only person he had ever seen was the mysterious old man in front of him.

Master Qingxu will not come to Zhufeng, so he will naturally not be able to see him.

Shura has become accustomed to this kind of quiet spiritual life. This is the habit he developed in the Luoshi Mountain Villa. He can live in the bustle, but he prefers the tranquility in front of him.

It's not that Shura doesn't want to go down the mountain, but that he is really busy.

Reading, practicing swordsmanship, practicing Wen Shi Jing, and going hunting in the mountains, he almost never had any leisure time.

The old man took him into the mountains to hunt for a second time, and he no longer cared about him. From time to time, he would go alone to the back mountains to hunt some pheasants and roast them for dinner.

As for practice? The old man said that Wen Shi Jing was already very good, but he had no better method.

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The old man, who had nothing to do, even forced Shura to open several vegetable plots on the mountain. He also said that he had brought vegetable seeds back from the mountain and asked the young man to grow vegetables for himself.

As a result, Shura now, in addition to practicing every day, has to dig land in the mountains to grow tea. He always brings out a large bag of seeds for white radish, carrots, and various green vegetables.

"Grow well, grow more, and pickle it with salt if you can't finish it. Then we won't be hungry in the winter."

The old man was chatting with Shura while making tea. He looked like he was explaining farm work to his own children.

Yueying didn't know how long it had been since she visited her brother.

The young Shura in front of him seemed to have evaporated from the world, disappearing into the lives of the disciples of Shangqingguan.

Fortunately, the kitchen was full of rice, oil, and salt. When there was not enough meat, the old man and the young boy would go hunting in the mountains from time to time.

Later, the vegetable seeds brought back by the old man were sprouted in the ground, took root and grew leaves. The old man had some vegetables he had grown himself and stir-fried them to eat, so he was not short of food or clothing.

The whole world seems to have forgotten the boy.

He himself is like a happy little wild man, living and practicing in this world of his own.

Even at the summer solstice this year, the Sixth Senior Brother did not show up, and Yueying did not come up to see him.

I thought that I still had a lot of gold coins in my space ring. When these daily necessities were used up, I would go down the mountain to purchase them.

However, the old man did not give him a chance to spend money.

On this day, the old man hummed a little tune and walked unhurriedly to the bottom of the book, without asking the young Shura what he wanted to bring back.

The young man is not in a hurry, thinking that the rice and oil in the kitchen can last for two months. Now, as long as he has no worries about life, he has no desire to go down the mountain.

The cultivation level of any of the senior sisters or brothers at the foot of the mountain is not something he can look up to. He has to practice hard and try to catch up in two or three years.

At the very least, he has to catch up with the sixth senior brother's cultivation level.

He didn't have high confidence in himself before, but since this mysterious old man came and allowed himself to break twice in a day and then build a foundation, he saw new hope.

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Soon it will be the summer solstice, and this day is my mother's birthday.

Every summer solstice, his father would prepare a table of wine and food to celebrate his mother, and even the village owner’s family would come over to join in the fun. In his memory, besides the Chinese New Year, the summer solstice was the busiest.

After returning from sword practice in the morning, the old man went somewhere unknown, and Shura was the only one left.

He wanted to prepare a table for his dead father and mother, as well as his brother and sister.

The young Shura killed a pheasant, cooked a caught fish, fried a plate of tofu and a plate of bamboo shoots, which were his mother's favorite dishes.

Pouring himself a bowl of wine, the young Shura looked up at the sky above the bamboo peak. He sighed deeply: "I was born to suffer, so what? I will not bow to the sky!"

After speaking, he picked up the cup and took a sip of wine.

Dad, you want to have more than enough every year. I fried a fish today.

Mother, you like chicken, I cooked a pheasant today.

Sister, you like to eat bamboo shoots. Today I fried a plate of bamboo shoots.

By the time he finished speaking, the young man had tears streaming down his face and couldn't stop crying.

Father, mother, brother, and sister, how are you in heaven?

The old man who came back from a walk in the mountains stopped ten feet away from the stone house. He smelled the aroma of wine, heard the young man's voice, and saw the tears on the child's face.

A man doesn't shed tears lightly, but it's just not the time to feel sad.

The old man walked to the front of the house and sat down silently. He stretched out his hand to pour himself a bowl of wine. After thinking about it, he reached out and flicked a few drops of wine into the sky. He looked at Shura and said, "A toast to you!"

Shura was startled, and saw the tears on the old man's face getting worse, and cried: "A toast to my parents, brothers, sisters and relatives..."

The old man drank up the wine in the bowl in one gulp, poured another glass, and said, "One glass for the ghosts and gods!"

Shura wiped the tears on his face with his black sleeves, looked at the smiling man and said with a smile: "A toast to myself, the living self!"

The old man looked at the young man in front of him, with tears rolling in his eyes. He laughed and said, "Yes, respect yourself while you are alive. Only by living well can you avenge your loved ones."

Shura poured half a glass of wine into his own glass, and added more to the old man, and then said: "The last glass is for senior, so that I can have a chance to take revenge alive!"

After speaking, he drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, and without waiting for the old man to reply, he lay on the table and fell unconscious.

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At the summer solstice of this year, Shura got drunk for the first time.
To be continued...