Wu Chang Jie

4

Xie Bi An wakes up between 5-7am daily. He meditated, ate, read, practiced swordplay, and took care of flowers. The mornings passed like this.

But after he woke up this morning, he went next door to check whether if Fan Wu She ate his meal last night.

Seeing that the bamboo basket had disappeared from outside the door, Xie Bi An was in a good mood. After eating the food that he made, his little junior brother would definitely get closer to him.

The deceased did not need to eat anything, so in this huge Underworld, only he and his master needed to eat. Although the two of them could refrain from eating, they didn't scrimp and save on every meal because they loved to eat. Even Bo Zhu wanted to eat with them. However, as Bo Zhu's cooking was too unappetizing, Xie Bi An had to do all the cooking himself.

Xie Bi An went to the kitchen to prepare porridge and side dishes, imagining the three of them sitting around a table and sharing breakfast. The elders were kind to the juniors, the juniors were filial to the elders, and the brothers were showing love and respect for each other. How warm. If his master found himself a wife, then it would really be like a family.

The meal had been prepared. Looking at the time, Zhong Kui would be waking up soon. He let Bo Zhu carry out the dishes and went to call Fan Wu She.

As Xie Bi An approached Hantanxiang, the sounds of air being cut from across the wall due to a sword dance could be heard. Judging by the sound alone, he could roughly estimate the speed and power of the sword dance. It was definitely impressive.

Xie Bi An stepped into the courtyard. Indeed, it was Fan Wu She there practicing with a sword, but he only had time to see a clean and neat ending.

Fan Wu She's breath moved slightly. His nose flared, and a thin layer of sweat dotted his forehead like pearly beads under the morning sunray, which made his face look even more radiant. He looked at Xie Bi An: "Senior brother."

"Why have you stopped practicing? I expected your swordplay to be good. Senior brother wants to see."

Xie Bi An folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and beamed with joy.

His black hair was half tied, with a light green jaded Ruyi crown*on top of his head. He was dressed in snowy white clothes. His wrists, girdle, and collar were all silver-patterned with double-petaled orchids. That flower-blooming smile was faintly scented, standing under the scorching morning sun.

Fan Wu She's Adam's apple bulged slightly and rolled under his tender skin. He immediately shifted his gaze away from Xie Bi An, put his sword away, turned his head and walked back into his house.

"Who taught you how to wield the sword? Did you learn from a teacher previously?"

"A casual cultivator in Mount Qingcheng. He took me in when I was young. He went to travel around the world afterwards."

"Have you formed a core?"

"It's formed."

The first time he saw Fan Wu She, he had already felt that this young man's presence was extraordinary. Now it seemed like he is really talented. Those who could form a core at this age were outstanding people, plus Fan Wu She's teacher was a casual, nameless cultivator. From now on, with Zhong Kui's guidance and the spiritual nourishment of Mount Luofeng, his future self should not be underestimated.

Xie Bi An followed: "I came to tell you to join us for breakfast."

"Okay." Fan Wu She picked up a cotton handkerchief and wiped off his sweat.

Xie Bi An took a glance inside the room and saw the bamboo basket on the table: "Did you eat last night? Was the food cold?"

"No."