A disciple of Mount Tai for one day

n a mountain belonging to the outer perimeter of the mountain range.Over time, as people gathered here at the foot of this mountain, a city naturally formed.Let me know if you have any other text you'...The heavy rain all night made this summer morning refreshingly cool.

Raindrops sliding off palm leaves, falling into the water tank below, make a ‘ding’ sound, as if bidding farewell to the owner of this place.

Zhao Fu Yun was taken out of the Zhao family by his aunt when he was thirteen years old and sent to practice in the courtyard under Tian Du Mountain. It has been thirteen years since then.

His cultivation had reached the high level of Qi Condensation, he had condensed his essence and was ready to leave the mountain. If he wanted to return to Heavenly Capital Mountain to learn more, he would have to return as a foundation builder and become an inner disciple.

All the residences allocated in the mountains will be taken back and reassigned to new disciples who have just joined.

Even though his ascetic life was simple, over the years he had accumulated quite a bit of stuff. Everyday necessities were one thing, but the small items needed for his practice, he couldn't take with him. He also left behind some notes on his practices.

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He was tidying up slowly all by himself. None of his former junior brothers and sisters who used to follow him came.

Take down the statue of Chi Yan Shenjun from the altar, wrap it in white cloth, and put it in a gray bag. Then, pack some new clothes, necessary talismans, talisman brushes, carving knives, cinnabar, and magic-subduing stone seals.

The only weapon, a fire needle and its sheath, are always carried.

As I stepped outside, I saw several people standing at a distance, their expressions varied.

Zhao Fu Yun knew why they were doing this.

After a certain number of years in the Tian Du Mountain Temple, disciples are required to complete tasks assigned by the temple.

Therefore, many disciples would accompany their senior brothers and sisters when they didn't need to carry out tasks. They would go down the mountain together to broaden their horizons, learn through practice, further understand spells and some Daoist principles.

My senior brothers are also willing to take them in, because these junior brothers and sisters will take care of their daily lives and help them with some chores.

That's how it gradually came to be, that a high-ranking Xuan Guang cultivator would have some junior brothers and sisters following behind them in groups of three or five.

They are the people who have been with him all these years, and they have also gone through a lot together.

But now there is a rift between him and Zhao Fuyun.

Among these people, there was originally a man named Liang Daozi. He was known for his skill in fishing for spiritual fish and often sent some to him to cook and eat together. He was both his disciple and friend.

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But three months ago, there was a person named Xu Ya-jun in the lower house who asked him to send the spirit fish there. But he sent it twice, and the other party said that after that, all the spirit fish he caught should be sent to him and not given to anyone else.

He's skilled at making his fish hard to catch, so he never worries about selling them. Besides, he needs to eat, and also share some with others as gifts.

Liang Daozi felt that Xu Ya-jun's attitude was very bad, and he was uncomfortable in his heart. He also had the intention of letting himself follow him from then on. He didn't want to, so he refused and said that the person he followed was Zhao Fu-yun.

Zhao Fu Yun and Xu Ya Jun were about the same age. Although they didn't interact much, they knew of each other.

Zhao Fu Yun knew of this matter and thought to himself, if the other party came again, he would personally go out to meet them. If they didn't come again to ask Liang Daozi for the Ling Yu, then this matter would basically be over. He could deal with it later if they encountered each other again.

It is better to do less than more. Liang Daozi agrees with this idea.

However, a month ago, Liang Daozi disappeared.

So he set up an altar to summon spirits, but nothing came. This is because someone had extinguished his soul.

He began his investigation, and it was true that some people saw Liang Daozi fishing for spiritual fish at Yangling River Fishing Ground when he was led by Xu Ya'jun's men to Xu Ya'jun's fishing house.

Of course, the person who gave him the message also clearly stated that they would not come forward to corroborate his story.

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While Zhao Fuyun tried to accuse Xu Ya Jun within the Daoist Academy, the academy refused to investigate Xu Ya Jun, citing lack of direct evidence, and implicitly warned him not to slander fellow disciples.

Zhao Fuyun felt a resistance hidden within. He knew that if he wanted to help Liang Daozi avenge his death, he couldn't do it through the academy; he had to do it himself.

But these people did not know what Zhao Fuyun was thinking. They only saw that Zhao Fuyun seemed to have no reaction to Liang Daozi's affair, so they repeatedly demanded in person that Zhao Fuyun make a bigger fuss about it, but Zhao Fuyun refused each time.

Thus, each of them felt resentment in their hearts, so he left the mountains, and no one came to help him tidy his room, nor did anyone come.

While others parting from the mountain would hold feasts and revel until dawn, sharing farewells with friends and hoping for a reunion, he last night alone drank a pot of tea.

This night was both a farewell to this room and the Tian Shan Mountains, and also a time to refine the plan in my heart.

But how could he possibly tell his fellow disciples about his true plan Xu Ya Jun, after all, was a disciple of a prominent family, backed by their powerful lineage. His elders were even practicing in the mountains themselves.

Many lessons can be learned from the saying that "things not kept secret will lose their value."

Whether before or after, he couldn't tell anyone what he wanted to do.

His gaze swept over those few people, saying nothing. He slung his pack over his shoulder and, amidst the complex gazes of his fellow disciples, strode down the mountain.

However, he wasn't going to leave right away. Instead, he was going to attend a banquet set by Chi Fei Long.

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Chi Fei Long was the unofficial senior brother of this generation. Because his family background was excellent, his talent was good, and he also practiced diligently, so he had never lost in a duel within the academy. Many people called him Senior Brother, and he himself liked this title and often referred to himself as Senior Brother.

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Tiandushan has many temples scattered across its mountains, and the Lower Courtyard is located in a mountain belonging to the outer perimeter of the mountain range.

Over time, as people gathered here at the foot of this mountain, a city naturally formed.

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This city was called Dù Xià Chéng, shaped like a half moon, encircling the mountain where Tiāndū Shān Yù (Heavenly Capital Mountain Garden) was located.

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Inside live the relatives or servants of Tian Du Mountain disciples.

Of course, there are also some disciples of Tianshan who have wasted their cultivation, or people with special skills living here.

These days are the time when the latest batch of disciples from Tian Du Mountain Temple leave the mountain, so all the brothels and teahouses in the city are full of guests.

Just like the Zhinhuaguan, the largest silver hairpin hall in it was taken over by Chi Feilong.

Wine, fresh fruit, and girls constantly came in and out.

The faint sound of silk and bamboo music coming from within signaled that it was time to begin.

Just like everyone else, Zhao Fuyun knelt behind a low table. On his left and right sat two beautiful young girls.

One poured wine, the other offered fruit. A faint fragrance lingered at their noses. They wore thin, sheer garments, revealing skin as smooth as jade. Snowy elbows peeked out from beneath their clothes, gently brushing his arms and back, leaving a cool, slippery touch.

And she wiped his mouth and combed his hair, doing everything with the utmost gentleness and grace.

Although there weren't many girls who practiced cultivation, they lived in this Lower City and naturally knew that these young men were the best among the Xuan Guang cultivators. It wouldn't be surprising if a few of them reached the Qi Refining stage, or even higher realms like the Purple Mansion stage. Naturally, they served them with all their might.

Zhao Fu Yun had also drunk quite a bit of alcohol, looking slightly tipsy.

He came to this banquet not only out of reluctance to offend Chi Feilong, but also with a purpose: to observe Xu Ya Jun's magical power and techniques up close.

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Because he was certain that Xu Ya Jun would definitely be there, and his guess in his heart was right.

Most practitioners of cultivation would not miss a chance to demonstrate their magical arts at a banquet!

In Zhao Fuyun's understanding, Xu YaJun was a self-assured and arrogant person. If someone else performed, she would never be content to play second fiddle.

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Once, when Zhao Fuyun read biographies or historical records, he often lamented that murderous intent often lurked in moments of self-indulgence and enjoyment, more so after drinking parties.

However, today he himself has become the one who hides a knife within the feast of wine.

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