Qin Shi: I went astray in the Heavenly Sect

Chapter 153 Senior Brother, How Have You Been?

Mount Taiyi, the residence of the Heavenly Sect.

In a quiet courtyard, a gentle breeze blew, and a few leaves slowly fell from the lush tree. Under the tree, a girl sat cross-legged. As if sensing something, she slowly opened her eyes, and a trace of sadness flashed deep in her calm eyes.

Upon closer inspection, one finds this girl quite peculiar. Despite her young age, she has a head of silver hair, and coupled with her serene demeanor, she evokes images of reclusive, wise elders.

After a while, the girl stretched out her hand, and a colorful butterfly slowly landed on her palm. Looking at the little creature in her palm, her ethereal voice rang out.

"I think I had a dream!"

Just then, a voice entered her heart.

"Xiaomeng, come to the back mountain."

This girl was none other than Xiaomeng, who had already joined the Heavenly Sect. Time passed slowly, and the girl finally woke up from her seclusion.

Upon hearing the telepathic message, Xiaomeng's calm gaze flickered slightly. The owner of that voice was none other than her master, Beimingzi.

"The vast autumn waters and the still heart are like water, mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, achieving a balance and unity between movement and stillness. I don't know how he did it."

With a soft sigh, the girl slowly stood up. After more than half a year of seclusion, she had made considerable progress in the two techniques of the Heavenly Sect, but she still couldn't grasp the key to mastering them.

"It's been about half a year."

After a short while, Xiaomeng arrived at Beimingzi's courtyard.

"I've met Master."

Compared to half a year ago, Xiaomeng's personality has become much quieter. Even when she saw her master, her emotions did not fluctuate much.

"Qingxu is back."

On the low table in front of Bei Mingzi, there was still a teapot and two teacups. A wisp of steam rose gently, and the aroma of tea filled the air. After sitting for a while, Bei Mingzi finally spoke.

Xiaomeng, who had been sitting quietly, subconsciously looked up when she heard the name Qingxu.

Qingxu, my nominal senior brother, is an unparalleled genius, or rather, a prodigy. According to Beimingzi, he became a grandmaster in less than three years.

More than half a year ago, she left the mountain with him. It was that time that made her realize how vast the world was. In front of that young man, it seemed that no one could be called a genius.

"Oh~~"

After a while, the girl nodded slightly and then replied.

Bei Mingzi was not surprised by Xiaomeng's reaction. He simply glanced at her and then said again, "Since Qingxu left the mountain, you have been in seclusion for more than half a year. However, you still cannot grasp the essence of Wan Chuan Qiu Shui and Xin Ruo Zhi Shui. Although the techniques themselves may be the reason, I think it is probably related to the knot in your heart."

Upon hearing Bei Ming's words, Xiao Meng lowered her eyelids.

For many people, letting go is a last resort, but when a person has the ability to change everything, it becomes very difficult for them to let go.

Therefore, for a spiritual practitioner, the difficulty lies not in drawing the sword, but in choosing to let go when one has the opportunity to act.

Then Bei Mingzi's words came through again.

"The Taoist Heavenly Sect pursues detachment from emotions, not ruthlessness. Even Qingxu ultimately chose the path of worldly experience. Without experiencing many things, one can never truly escape them." "Everyone has their own path. For a genius, you may feel that you don't need to go through these experiences to understand other things and make great strides. But if you can't let go, you can't let go. Deceiving yourself is useless."

When this matter was mentioned, a strange look flashed in Bei Mingzi's eyes. He had originally planned to use others to enlighten his disciple, but Qingxu's arrival gave him a better option.

The greatest characteristic of a genius is that they despise everything.

But what if there is someone even more talented than her? If it weren't for Qingxu, perhaps Xiaomeng Beimingzi would only have chosen the former, but now that there is someone more talented than this disciple, he has other options.

"In the hundreds of years of history of Tianzong, no one has been more talented than Qingxu. He mastered Wanchuan Qiushui and Xinruo Zhishui in less than three years. Later, he innovated and created a new technique. Even I am ashamed of my talent."

"During his time away from the mountain, he also cultivated the supreme mental cultivation method of the Taoist Heavenly Sect, He Guang Tong Chen, to an extremely profound level. Compared to before he left the mountain, his strength has improved significantly. I estimate that even Chi Song Zi would probably be no match for him."

In terms of talent, Bei Mingzi, who became a Grandmaster, was also exceptionally talented. However, given his age, how could he convince Xiaomeng?

Therefore, Bei Mingzi chose Qingxu, who was about the same age.

"Yesterday, Qingxu returned to the Heavenly Sect, and I told him about your situation. If you want to go back, he will accompany you. You might be able to get the answer you're looking for from him."

After saying this, Bei Mingzi fell silent, and Xiao Meng knelt quietly to the side.

A gentle breeze blew by, and before anyone knew it, Bei Mingzi's figure had vanished. The girl raised her head again, then slowly rose, bowed respectfully to the spot where Bei Mingzi had been sitting, and finally turned and left.

Once outside, Xiaomeng walked slowly along the mountain path until she reached a fork in the road. She paused, and instead of returning the way she came, she turned onto another road.

"Squeak!"

Xiaomeng pushed open the long-sealed door. She hadn't set foot in this place for a long time since that boy left.

"Junior Sister Xiaomeng, how have you been?"

There was a boy in the courtyard, just as I remembered him, only he seemed to be much taller than before.

Upon seeing the other person, the girl paused for a moment, unsure of what to say.

She gently lifted her leg and stepped inside. Looking at the scenery in the courtyard, she felt for some reason that it seemed much more beautiful.

Seeing that the girl remained silent, Xiu Yuan smiled and shook his head.

The people of the Heavenly Sect are full of strange and eccentric individuals; having one more or one less makes no difference.

What surprised him was that in just over half a year, the girl in front of him had become so much more composed, even a little too quiet.

Xiaomeng sat down at a stone table in the courtyard without saying a word. Xiuyuan sat on the other side of the stone table, also remaining silent.

Some people are so comfortable to be around that you don't even have to talk. There's an osmanthus tree in the courtyard, and the breeze carries its fragrance to every corner.

After a long while, a voice reached Xiu Yuan's ears.

"Senior brother, how have you been?"

(End of this chapter)