"Don't say you can't let it go, I wouldn't let it go if it were me. Do you know why Mr. Gao Zhen is willing to let it go?"
The bearded monk held a lofty and profound posture, with a proud look in his eyes as if he had an exclusive secret.
Most of the people present looked at him in unison, their eyes full of curiosity.
"You know why he was willing to do it."
"Could it be Mr. Gao Zhen that he doesn't lack magic weapons?" Someone first made a bold guess.
"It's impossible. Although Mr. Gao Zhen is a weapon refiner, he still can't refine a magic weapon comparable to an ancient treasure, so it must not be the reason."
The others thought it made sense when they heard it, so they all looked at the person who spoke first to see what he said.
After all eyes were on him, the bearded monk slowly opened his mouth and recounted an old incident from hundreds of years ago.
"This is all from the past eight hundred years ago. At that time, Gao Zhenjun had just entered the Sword Sect..."
The year he entered the Sword Sect, Gao Yangchen was still less than half a hundred years old. With the excellent qualifications of establishing a single spiritual root in the foundation stage, he successfully entered the inner sect of the Sword Sect.
At that time, there were many Nascent Soul Lords who wanted to accept him as their disciples. However, he was young, energetic, and arrogant, so he actually refused the olive branches offered by many True Lords and only wanted to be an ordinary disciple of the inner sect.
At that time, the Sword Sect had a great disciple named Wen Zelin. He had been under the leadership of the Sword Sect since he was a child. He had a gentle temperament, extraordinary talent, and was generous and decent in dealing with things, and he was very popular among his elders.
He was a well-deserved pride of heaven at that time.
After Gao Yangchen refused to become a disciple, although all the true monarchs felt regretful, they also expressed their willingness to respect his ideas. Although he was an ordinary disciple, they gave him the treatment of an elite disciple.
After all, they were not willing to let such a good young talent go unchecked, so the top leaders of Jianzong discussed and planned to send a disciple who was reliable, capable and patient to guide him, with the intention of teaching him by the way.
At that time, Gao Yangchen did not seem to have a peaceful temper. If ordinary people were sent there, they would definitely not be able to suppress him.
Wen Zelin, who is strong, good-tempered and prudent, is the best candidate in everyone's mind.
"... Mr. Gao Zhen at that time was not as gentle as he is now. He always fought and made trouble."
Wen Zelin had a higher level of cultivation than Gao Yangchen. He had nothing to do with Wen Zelin, so he always deliberately caused trouble four times, making him very busy.
Every time he saw Wen Zelin glare at him and had to solve the problem, Gao Yangchen always smiled proudly.
But even so, Wen Zelin never said harsh words to him, or complained to his uncles, unwilling to teach Gao Yangchen anymore.
As they walked, they talked, and the road would soon come to an end, but the monk told the story very poorly, dragging his feet and refusing to talk about the key points, so that he still hasn't talked about why Gao Zhenjun was willing to abandon the ancient treasure-level natal magic weapon.
The more he whetted his appetite, the more those who listened were scratching their heads and wondering.
But the assessment venue was right in front of them, and before they finished listening to the story, these people became impatient. After all, listening to the story was more important than the conference, so they couldn't help but urge them impatiently.
"Fellow Taoist, just tell me the key points. The assessment is about to begin. If you don't tell us, we won't have time to listen."
Hearing this, the monk laughed, looked at the dissatisfied crowd, and said cheerfully, "That's because Wen Zelin met with an accident a few hundred years ago and died!"
"Later, in order to commemorate his friend, Gao Zhenjun changed the natal magic weapon to the one used by Wen Zelin during his lifetime."
"It's a pity that a generation of talented people is so short-lived. God is jealous of talented people!"
"What a pity! What a pity!"
After knowing the reason, people were sighing for a while.
The two leading Sword Sect disciples in front stopped and faced everyone, "Ahead is the assessment venue. There will be dedicated fellow disciples inside to receive you. Please continue moving forward."
After the last monk walked away, one of the Sword Sect disciples asked the fellow disciple next to him, "Brother, you have been in the sect for so long, do you know whether what they said is right or not? Lord Gao Zhen is so affectionate and righteous."
Love and justice? The senior brother showed a somewhat sarcastic smile, "Senior Brother Wen died because of him back then. His behavior was just out of guilt."
…
On the high platform of the sword sect's martial arts performance arena.
Shen Xinwan stood next to Gu Yuqi, staring blankly at the face of the person in front of her. The too direct gaze made Gu Yuqi frown, but due to the instructions of her master and uncle, she could not act.
"Senior Brother Gu, I will be able to form an elixir in at most three years. After I become an elixir, we..." Shen Xinwan was nervous and very shy at the moment, so she mustered up the courage to say, "How about we become a couple of monks? I believe in Master Wei."
You must be in favor of us being together."
In order to get together with Gu Yuqi as soon as possible, Shen Xinwan has been taking various elixirs in recent years. Although her cultivation has improved rapidly, it is inevitable that a large amount of erysipelas has accumulated in her body.
But as long as she can achieve her wish, she is willing to do it even if she has to make no progress in her lifelong cultivation.
After saying that, she didn't hear Gu Yuqi's reply. Shen Xinwan thought he didn't object, and said excitedly: "Brother Gu, are you also willing to be with me? Tomorrow, if not right away, I will ask my uncle immediately.
We want him to agree to our marriage!"
Gu Yuqi, who had just finished sending a message, turned around, frowned and said, "What are you arguing about."
If the soundproof barrier hadn't been set up just now, her nonsense would have been recorded in the voice transmission sent to Xiaoyan.
Shen Xinwan was stunned for a moment, then continued excitedly: "Our marriage, since you didn't object just now, senior brother, you must have agreed to it, so I want to go and ask my senior uncle to nod and approve of me right away."
Gu Yuqi's eyes were cold and his words were sharp and left no room for error. "You seem to be talking to yourself. When did I ever agree to such a thing?"
"But you just..." The smile on Shen Xinwan's face froze.
"Just now? What did you say just now?" Gu Yuqi glanced at her coldly, "I was distracted and didn't hear a word."
Feeling the pain in her heart, Shen Xinwan's eyes gradually turned red.
She wanted to be with him so much and liked him so much. Could it be that he didn't feel it at all and wasn't moved at all?
"Senior Brother Gu." She lowered her eyes and held back her tears, then spoke with difficulty after a while, "If, if one day in the future you do something wrong, many people will die, including fellow disciples, uncles, and even...
…”
Shen Xinwan paused for a moment, and then changed her words: "You may even be expelled by the sect, but I am the only one who can save you. Then, wouldn't you want to be with me?"
Feeling that there seemed to be a deep meaning in her words, Gu Yuqi couldn't help but look over and looked at her carefully for a moment.
"You're just assuming."
"But if this is true, everything will happen in the future."
Gu Yuqi: "What do you know?"
The long and narrow eyes stared at her coldly, like a prey targeted by a falcon, which made Shen Xinwan's scalp numb and her whole body tensed up.
"I... what I said was just a hypothesis." She pretended to be calm and explained, but her evasive eyes revealed the guilt and uneasiness in her heart.
His face was pale and his eyes were wandering, so he was clearly lying.
Gu Yuqi saw the difference at a glance, but did not continue to say anything. He turned back and looked at the field below.
The expression on the face that looked as if it had been cut by a knife remained the same, without any change, except for the eyes that looked into the distance, as dark as ink, as dangerous and deep as an abyss.