After Irin and Jian Nanchun left on their flying swords.
Uncle Chen Bei sighed as he watched the two of them leave. He was overwhelmed with emotion.
He was lamenting that time was like water, passing by without a trace.
However, he did not lament for long.
He had seen too many things in the past 60 years in the handyman class.
Whether it was young talents or mediocre juniors.
There were too many, too many, too many.
Old Master Chen Bei hummed a tune as he picked up Irin's shoulder pole and prepared to go up the mountain.
At this point, the first rays of the morning sun shone down. The remaining handyman disciples did not know that another disciple had left the class. They washed up, ate, and prepared for the day's work in a daze.
At this moment.
Suddenly.
There was complete silence.
Apart from Old Master Chen Bei, all the handyman disciples stopped what they were doing.
They did not move. Their eyes, breathing, and heartbeats were all strangely still, like statues.
A woman with white hair that flowed down like a waterfall with a phoenix jade hairpin in her bun stood behind Old Master Chen Bei at some point in time.
Old Master Chen Bei paused and slowly put down his shoulder pole. He turned around and sized up the woman who had appeared behind him.
The woman's face was covered by a veil, so her face could not be seen clearly. However, the sun, moon, and stars seemed to be hidden in her eyes. Divine light was contained within them.
Old Master Chen Bei sized her up for a moment and sighed. "I haven't seen you in 60 years. Why are you here?"
"It's been a long time."
The woman's tone was indifferent.
"Heh." Old Master Chen Bei chuckled. "As the saying goes, youth is fleeting and one's appearance is fleeting. However, you're still as beautiful as a flower. I'm very jealous."
The woman was dressed in a plain white Daoist robe. When she heard this, there was no change in her eyes. She only slowly raised her hand. As she raised her hand, the fair and delicate skin on the back of her hand wrinkled and lost its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was as if the woman had been washed away by the torrent of time in just a few breaths and was rapidly aging.
However, this strange scene did not last long. The woman's old skin disappeared in an instant and she returned to her youth. The woman said softly, "If Senior Brother is willing, I'm willing to face you in my old age."
Old Master Chen Bei hurriedly shook his head. "Forget it. It's better to be young."
The woman gently put down her hand.
The two of them were silent.
The atmosphere was awkward.
Uncle Chen Bei wanted to say something to ease the awkwardness, but the woman continued, "Junior Sister is looking for someone to inherit Master's mantle."
"Is the person you like Zhao Rushuang?"
"Yes."
"That girl is not bad, but she's a little lacking."
"How about Lin Yi?"
"Extremely high comprehension ability, excellent temperament, and barely passable talent. He can be considered a good seedling." Uncle Chen Bei grinned. "But what I can't see through is that he seems short-lived. He doesn't look like a cultivator who can prolong his life. That's strange."
The woman nodded, as if she didn't take "Lin Yi" seriously and didn't take it to heart.
With that, the woman turned around and prepared to leave.
Chen Bei asked again, "Could it be that you want to recruit Lin Yi?"
The woman stopped. Her veil fluttered, revealing her plump lips.
"You know that I don't accept male disciples."
Chen Bei hesitated for a moment before he asked, "Is it because of him?"
"Since Senior Brother already knows, why ask?"
"Obsession."
Chen Bei sighed.
"It is this obsession that has allowed Junior Sister to live until now."
"But it is also this obsession that will kill you in the end."
"In the past 5,000 years, no one has been able to break through the Ninth Heaven after the Seven Ultimate Empress. If letting go of this obsession can allow Junior Sister to live for another 200 years, it's fine to not let go of this obsession."
"Stubborn."
"Thank you."
"…"
The woman left.
This time, it really seemed like they were just catching up.
The next time they met might be 60 years later.
After the woman left, Chen Bei picked up the carrying pole again and carried two empty wooden buckets up the mountain.
Chen Bei seemed to be in a good mood today. He hummed a song as he climbed the mountain.
If Yi Lin had been there, she would have realized that the tune Chen Bei was humming was the one Yi Lin usually hummed. It was a modern pop tune.
Songs like "Let Go of That Girl", "Love Is a Gust of Wind", and "Let My Tears Flow Through the Night".
As he hummed, the fog in the forest hit Chen Bei's face, condensing into dew and sliding down the wrinkles on his face.
If one didn't know what was going on, they might think that this old man was crying.
Or … he was really crying.
"You're not the only one with an obsession."
In the bamboo forest in the fog, a melancholy sigh could be heard.
Until the woman and Chen Bei left.
The other odd job disciples in front of the odd-job room started to move again.
It was as if the sculptures had come back to life.
They didn't know anything about the conversation that had just happened.
…
…
Here, everyone seemed to have a story.
Some stories were like a bowl of tea.
Some stories were like a pool of strong wine.
Jian Nanchun's story was a little addictive.
Irin and Jian Nanchun were flying in the sky.
It had been half a year. Jian Nanchun was afraid that Irin would forget, so he reminded him in a low voice, "Little Junior Brother, for the sake of Senior Brother's advice, don't forget our agreement."
It was fine if Jian Nanchun didn't say anything.
As soon as he spoke, Irin couldn't help but take out the "Jian Nanchun No. 2" that he didn't have time to carve a few more times.
Irin was a little angry.
You f * cking left me in the odd-job class for half a year while you went to have fun. You're lucky that I didn't torture you. How dare you mention a "agreement"?
Brother Chun, Brother Chun, do you have any shame?
Irin was silent.
Jian Nanchun sensed that Irin had a knot in his heart, so he took the opportunity to explain, "Junior Brother Lin, you don't know. After officially joining the Heavenly Sword Sect, you'll have to work in the odd-job class for three to seven years. But every disciple has a process."
"You too?"
"Of course." Jian Nanchun chuckled. "Do you know Chen Bei?"
"Yes."
"When I was in the odd-job class, he was already there. Twenty years have passed, but he's still there. Do you understand? "
"Forget it." Irin decided not to argue with this guy too much for the time being … He didn't have time. He casually asked about Xia Xiaoman.
Speaking of which, Irin wasn't concerned about the eldest princess, but about the Human Emperor's Seal in her pocket. It was a matter of life and death for him in this world.
"You mean Junior Sister Xia …"
When they were outside, Jian Nanchun wasn't happy, but inside, he called her "Junior Sister" and "Junior Brother" very smoothly.
Jian Nanchun simply told him about Xia Xiaoman.
If he didn't say it, Irin wouldn't know.
It turned out that the odd-job class was separated between male and female disciples.
The odd-job class for female disciples was on the other side of the floating celestial mountain. The male and female classes didn't cross paths at all. This was also for safety.
When Irin learned that Xia Xiaoman, as the eldest princess of Qing, also did the same odd-job work as him, his heart instantly relaxed, and a happy smile appeared on his face.
"Which secret manual? Who gave it to you?"
Irin remembered the junk Jian Nanchun gave him in the third month and asked casually.
Jian Nanchun hesitated for a moment and finally shook his head. "Junior Brother Lin, don't ask about this matter."
Irin saw that Jian Nanchun seemed to have something he couldn't say, so he nodded and didn't ask anymore.
Not long after.
Jian Nanchun's flying sword arrived at its destination.
It was a villa located on the main peak.
The floating celestial mountain of the Heavenly Sword Sect was vast.
On the celestial mountain, there were many peaks.
On the many peaks, in the air, there were floating islands. On the islands, there were forests, grass, and mountain ranges.
This landscape was magnificent and magical, and it was amazing.
And this villa, Irin had seen it from afar when he had nothing to do at night, but he didn't go too deep.
When Jian Nanchun brought him to the entrance of the villa, Irin frowned. "Elder Chuan Gong's villa?"
These words shocked Jian Nanchun. "How did Junior Brother Lin know?"
Logically speaking, the odd-job class usually did odd jobs on the outskirts of the floating islands. At most, it was close to the outer disciples' residence, the Purple Bamboo Forest, the Meditation Abyss, and other official disciples' cultivation grounds.
Further inside, the spiritual energy was abundant. Odd-Job disciples and ownerless spiritual beasts were not allowed to enter.
And in the core area, the main peak of the floating islands, was where the inner disciples lived alone and the elders' villas. Odd-Job disciples were even less qualified to come up.
But this Junior Brother Lin recognized Elder Chuan Gong's villa at a glance. How could he be so familiar with it, as if he was strolling in his own backyard garden?
Jian Nanchun slowly put a question mark in his heart, and was about to ask.
At this moment.
Behind the old, tightly shut wooden door, two voices came out in unison, mixing together.
"Since you're here, come in."
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