"Was it taught in a dream?"

That shouldn't be those people.

Of course, the veracity of this statement remains to be verified. However, the long-bearded man didn't seem to mind.

He is now in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm and has always hoped to have a suitable disciple.

He saw that the person in front of him had clear eyes and was upright. At such a young age, he could actually draw talismans in mid-air.

Even he might not succeed.

Of course, most importantly, he is quite good-looking, which matches his good looks.

"Does that young friend have a master?" he asked, raising his chin slightly.

"Never has it."

Ning Hong raised an eyebrow. This fat immortal—has he taken a liking to his talent and wants to take him as a disciple?

But—recalling what the mountain spirit had just said, Ning Hong felt a mix of emotions. Finding a master wasn't easy, especially for 'poor people' like them.

"Then would you be willing to become my disciple?"

He puffed out his chest.

She tried her best to tuck in her belly.

Ning Hongze: "—"

So what? Someone is willing to take him on as an apprentice, what is there for him to complain about?

"Of course I'd like to, but—"

"Just what?"

The man with the long beard frowned. Could this person be ungrateful and trying to make some demands? If so, then he'd better let it go.

As a Nascent Soul Elder, it's not that he can't find disciples; it's just that the disciples who want to become his disciples aren't very good-looking. He prefers those who are good-looking.

“This is my sister. If the immortal is going to take me away, I hope that the immortal can also take my sister with him. We siblings depend on each other for survival, and I will never abandon her.”

"Your sister?"

Long-bearded man stepped forward and took a look.

This girl is quite pretty.

"What if I don't want to bring your sister along?"

"That means there's no fate between me and the immortals to be master and disciple." Ning Hong smiled gently, a smile that contained not a trace of disappointment or resentment.

It seemed that he didn't care whether he could become an apprentice or not.

"Then take it with you."

It's just hiring another idle person, what's the big deal?

Long Xu thought to himself silently.

"I'll give you three days. After three days, I'll come and take you away."

"Thank you, Master."

Ning Hong then lifted her robe, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times to the long-bearded man.

Ning Xiaocao woke up the next day to a fragrant aroma.

"Ah, it's my favorite chicken congee."

Ning Xiaocao hurriedly threw off the blanket.

I ran all the way to the kitchen.

"elder brother--"

"You're awake. Go wash up, you'll be ready soon."

Ning Hongze's voice was so gentle that it made Ning Xiaocao's nose inexplicably tingle.

"Brother, you're still the best."

She hugged Ning Hongze from behind, resting her face against his strong back.

"That's not proper. You're so old, why are you still acting like a child?"

"Brother, I'm feeling a little unwell, so I'll just act cute for a bit."

The mountain spirit left her body, and the sadness of being rejected by Long Lin that day swept over her again.

However, it doesn't seem to be as painful as it was that day.

Just as the mountain spirit said, it really absorbed a lot of those negative emotions.

She leaned against her brother's back, silently shedding tears.

"Alright, I've cooked the porridge. Do you want to keep crying, or do you want to eat?"

Although that's what she said, Ning Hong turned around and hugged Xiao Cao.

Cry. There's no need to suppress pain. Have a good cry and let all the pain out. That will make you feel better.

Life is supposed to be a mix of laughter and tears.

Only by experiencing all flavors can one grow.

"Brother, I'm hungry." Ning Xiaocao stepped out of Ning Hongze's arms and wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve. "Actually, I wanted to keep crying, but the chicken porridge smelled so good, and I'm so hungry."

"Go wash it, and you can eat it right away after washing."

Ning Hong flicked Ning Xiaocao's forehead, and Ning Xiaocao smiled and said, "Received, I'll go wash it right away."

When she was possessed by the mountain spirit, Ning Xiaocao was still somewhat conscious.

She watched as the mountain spirit used her body to chat and laugh in front of them, and both her brother and Long Lin seemed quite happy.

Ning Xiaocao felt that she could become that kind of person too.

Although she can't do it now, at least she won't feel like the sky is falling because of his rejection anymore.

How wonderful this world is! I have an older brother, and delicious chicken porridge—

It's not worth it for someone who doesn't love you.

Watching Ning Xiaocao skip and hop off to wash up, Ning Hong finally felt much more at ease.

This time, it can be considered a mixed blessing.

If she hadn't been possessed by a mountain spirit, she probably wouldn't have been able to get out of there so quickly.

Moreover, he even took a master as his teacher—although—this master was a bit strange?

Three days later, Ning Hong wrote a letter to Long Lin. Long Lin seemed to have been busy these past few days and had not come to the courtyard. Ning Hong thought about it and then wrote him a letter.

He had the address that Long Lin had left behind, and Ning Hong asked his master to help deliver the letter safely to Long Lin.

Actually, it's a good thing that he didn't come.

The mountain spirit may not care about the dragon's arrival, but that doesn't mean the grass doesn't.

That's it. After a few more years of practice, Xiaocao should be able to let go completely.

The long-bearded man is an elder of the Yokoyama sect.

Hengshan Sect is located at the foot of the Ten Thousand Mountains, not far from Hanxu Sect, and the two sects are even related by marriage.

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