Discussing Swords, Tasting Tea, and Chatting

Six or seven days had passed since everyone decorated the Cloud Dwelling Courtyard.

Time was also gradually approaching May.

In three more days, it would be time to register for the New Student Competition.

However, although Chen Qinglin was a new student, he had lost the desire to participate.

Among their batch, there were indeed a few new disciples with superior aptitude, and even Xiao Muyu, a genius of the highest caliber.

This was truly the batch of disciples with the best talent Qingfeng Mountain had received in the past twenty years.

It was just that they had never appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was rumored that if it weren't for Martial Uncle Mo Yunhua of Green Lotus Peak intercepting her early, the Sect Master also intended to take her under his wing.

But this was all just a rumor from who knows where. The one truly furious was Xie Jingyun's Master, Meng Yunling.

She had arrived a step too late that day and didn't get to see Xiao Muyu.

As a result, she didn't have a good expression when she met Martial Uncle Mo Yunhua later.

In about half a year, some disciples who didn't lack resources had already broken through to the Inner Qi Realm.

However, disciples who truly aspired to martial arts, like those five talented individuals Xiao Muyu, Hua Yunqing, Liu Yunsheng, Chu Jingxiong, and Yan Kexing.

Were all training their Blood Qi control.

Preparing to reach ninety percent or higher before choosing to break through.

Temporary leads were nothing.

As for Chen Qinglin, the first disciple to break through to the Inner Qi Realm, most disciples thought he couldn't wait and wanted to show off.

Those so-called geniuses of Qingfeng Mountain didn't take him too seriously, believing he wasn't worthy of being their opponent.

Only Su Yuexing, Xie Jingyun, and others knew a little about Chen Qinglin, knowing how terrifying this Junior Brother was.

In Su Yuexing's opinion, this Junior Brother Chen always seemed like looking at flowers in a fog, his true appearance unknown.

He was like the wind drifting between heaven and earth, unfathomable.

Today, they had finally managed to satisfy the wishes of the Senior Sisters.

When Chen Qinglin returned to the courtyard, he saw a group of people sitting around the Flower Forest. Upon seeing him return, eleven pairs of eyes stared at him.

That's right, eleven pairs. The extra pair of eyes Chen Qinglin had seen before.

It was Hua Yunqing, who had entered the sect with him. She was Xie Jingyun's Junior Sister, a disciple accepted by Meng Yunling that day.

I didn't expect to come along with Xie Jingyun today.

At this moment, his eyes were full of curiosity.

The other senior brothers and sisters looked at him with resentment, which startled Chen Qinglin. He thought he had done something to wrong them.

"Cough! Why are Senior Brothers and Sisters all staring at me!" He touched his nose and said, a little confused.

"Oh! Junior Brother Chen, you know to come back!" The speaker was Senior Sister Chang Yan from Qingzhu Peak, her tone a little sarcastic.

"Don't I not need to be there? With Senior Brothers and Sisters here, I thought it would be more than enough."

"Then that's our fault for not leaving any room for Junior Brother to show off." Su Yuexing chimed in with Chang Yan.

"...Ah! This..., it's nothing..." He wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, feeling a cold sweat breaking out all over.

With one remark after another, Chen Qinglin felt as if he had committed some heinous crime, offending heaven and earth and all living beings.

Seeing their junior brother in distress, Ji Yangchun and Feng Xiaoge were instantly delighted.

However, their joy didn't last long before several senior sisters noticed and began to scold them...

"Hahaha..., don't make things difficult for Junior Brother Qinglin anymore. He completed it perfectly anyway." Ling Ling chuckled, finding her junior brother's expression amusing at the moment.

"Oh! We only said a few words to Junior Brother Chen, and it's like we've hit a nerve with you."

Shui Qingqian teased Ling Ling.

"Ah! I told you not to talk nonsense!" Ling Ling blushed deeply and went to cover Shui Qingqian's mouth.

Shen Yutao and the others beside them laughed uncontrollably, their bodies shaking...

After another round of playful scuffling...

Ji Yangchun and Feng Xiaoge exchanged glances, thinking that the hardships they had endured these past few days were nothing compared to this.

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"Eldest Senior Brother and the others are still here. Can you all restrain yourselves a bit!"

Yun Yue said speechlessly, looking at them.

Upon hearing this, the women separated and sat up straight.

Hua Yunqing looked like she was about to cry. She hadn't said anything herself, but in the end, they all ganged up on her.

Seeing that everyone had stopped teasing, Chen Qinglin finally approached and discussed the Cloud Dwelling Gathering with his senior brothers and sisters.

Senior Sister Ling Ling often stayed at Qingyun Peak, so Chen Qinglin gave her a copy of the permission for his small courtyard's formation.

But when Chen Qinglin was not in the sect, the gathering could continue.

At the same time, based on this day, it was decided that the twenty-seventh of every month would be when everyone gathered to drink tea, discuss swordsmanship, and chat.

Every time this came around, those on Qingfeng Mountain would automatically come here.

If anyone wanted to join later, they needed the consent of everyone present.

Chen Qinglin added some points about the nature of the Cloud Dwelling Gathering.

This gathering: was relaxed and free, not rigid and mandatory;

was for discussing swordsmanship and drinking tea, not for dividing benefits;

was equal and harmonious, not strictly hierarchical.

Upon hearing Chen Qinglin's suggestions, everyone expressed their agreement.

They also shared some of their own ideas, and then everyone began to discuss.

Chen Qinglin and Xie Jingyun were discussing the cultivation of swordsmanship, with Hua Yunqing listening from the side;

Ling Ling, Shui Qingqian, Su Yuexing, and Shen Yutao were gathered together, talking about their experiences since coming to Qingfeng Mountain;

Ji Yangchun and Feng Xiaoge were sparring with swords, while Yun Yue and Zhu Zhu ate pastries and commented on their swordsmanship.

The exotic flowers and strange trees, which had been ground into powder and irrigated with Spirit Stones by everyone's extravagant efforts, were now competing in fragrance and beauty.

Falling blossoms, a hundred flowers in full bloom; even those not yet open added a touch of green to this picturesque scene.

In the picture, everyone laughed and cursed, talking freely;

swords were sharp, swordsmanship was superb;

drinking tea and chatting, living life to the fullest;

with clinking cups, unaware of the approaching night.

The bright moon rose from the green mountains, and on Qingyun Peak, the Yun Hai rose and fell.

The crowd paid it no mind, their spirits rising even higher.

Yun Yue and Shen Yutao played the zither, and Ji Yangchun played the Dongxiao; Feng Xiaoge and Chen Qinglin danced with their Long Swords, while the rest kept the beat or hummed an unknown melody...

It was a harmonious scene, illuminated by the moonlight, with the stars keeping the beat.

The teacups were empty, the delicacies all gone...

Daylight broke, and the east was already white.

After everyone tidied up together, they left happily, agreeing to meet again next time.

After everyone left, Chen Qinglin suddenly felt a bit empty, so he leaped onto the treetops and fell asleep among the peach blossoms.

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In the following days, Qingfeng Mountain's large and small gatherings also began.

However, most of them turned into gatherings of various factions within the sect.

The remaining disciples found it uninteresting and dispersed on their own.

In the end, only two or three actual gatherings remained.

Qingfeng Mountain's grand event, which started on a whim, concluded in a way that surprised everyone.

The subsequent New Student Competition gradually drew everyone's attention, causing them to selectively ignore this matter.

Chen Qinglin, after sleeping for a day, felt refreshed and fully revitalized.

He resumed his usual Cultivation Life, spending his days in cultivation.