Qingshan felt depressed. First there was Gao Xiang, and then there was Zhan Feng. Why do these grown men love to kneel so much?

"Master Zhan, stop making trouble and get up quickly. What will it look like if someone sees us?"

Zhan Feng usually treated Qingshan's words as imperial decrees, telling him to go east instead of west, beating the dog instead of chasing the chicken. But today, for some reason, he got so stubborn that he knelt down and didn't move:

"Little Miracle Doctor, I'm serious! I know you're not an ordinary person, and I sincerely want to be your disciple!"

The top of the mountain is not big, and there are more tourists today than usual. Although the place where they are standing is remote, they still cannot escape the prying eyes of others. Several people covered their mouths and said something inaudible, pointing in this direction.

Qingshan thought to himself, what the hell is this? His face darkened.

"Master Zhan, if I don't agree, you won't get up? Are you threatening me?"

Zhan Feng was shocked when he saw Qingshan's expression. He stopped being stubborn and quickly stood up.

"I dare not, little doctor, I, I don't mean that—!"

Qingshan saw that he was quite an adult, his face flushed with anxiety, and his tone softened:

"Master Zhan, you said you wanted to be my disciple. What do you want to learn from me? Traditional Chinese Medicine? To be honest, I do plan to take you in as a disciple and pass on my medical skills, but you don't have any talent for medicine, so you're not suitable."

Zhan Feng was at a loss for words. He had loved practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he could remember 70% of even the most complicated moves after reading them once. However, he felt overwhelmed when reading books, and his university diploma looked like one he had bought. He really didn't have the brains to study Chinese medicine.

"Then I'll learn martial arts from you!"

Qingshan smiled:

"Young Master Zhan, our martial arts styles are different. One is fierce and powerful, the other is ethereal and agile. I can't teach you martial arts unless you abandon your Hong Quan and start from scratch to learn the Acupuncture Point Hand from me. You've learned your family's martial arts for twenty years and have already reached the threshold of Dark Energy. Are you willing to abandon it like this?"

Zhan Feng clenched his fists tightly, looking embarrassed: "I... I..."

Zhan Feng felt disheartened by Qingshan's words. From childhood to adulthood, he had never admired anyone except his great-grandfather and Chen Qingshan. He wanted to take a step further with Qingshan, so he thought about becoming his disciple. He had just made a wish in front of the Bodhisattva and asked for blessings, but he didn't expect to be cruelly rejected by the young doctor before he even went down the mountain. He felt sad and wronged.

Don't be fooled by Zhan Feng's fierce appearance and the typical cool guy when he is serious. In fact, he has a very simple mind. He thinks that the young doctor doesn't accept him as his apprentice because he is too stupid, and he is full of disappointment in himself.

Seeing Zhan Feng's eyes reddened as if he was about to cry, Qingshan couldn't bear it anymore. Chen Qingshan was a soft-hearted person. If Zhan Feng had thrown a tantrum today, insisting on taking her in as his disciple, Qingshan would have definitely refused. But Zhan Feng said nothing, just stood there with a look of grievance on his face, and she inexplicably softened her heart.

Qingshan recalled the scene last night when the swarm of bees attacked and Zhanfeng ignored himself and tried his best to protect her. She sighed:

"Uh, how about I take you in as my registered disciple?"

Zhan Feng thought there was no hope, but he was stunned when he heard such a sentence.

"Well, that's a little inappropriate, so..."

Before Qingshan could even utter "Forget it", Yang Hongmei quickly said:

“It fits perfectly!”

She pushed Zhan Feng who was standing there in a daze.

"Master Zhan, please express your opinion immediately!"

Zhan Feng suddenly came back to his senses at this time, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and quickly knelt down to salute:

"Master, I bow to you as a disciple!"

He bent down and was about to kowtow, but Qingshan pulled him up.

"Alright, you don't need to go through this formal ceremony as a registered disciple. Wait until you have the opportunity to formally become my disciple."

Zhan Feng stood up with a silly smile on his face.

"Zhan Feng, you are only a nominal disciple now. If I accept him as a disciple in the future, even if he joins later than you, he will still be of higher seniority than you. You will have to call him Senior Brother. Are you willing?"

Zhan Feng nodded: "I know, Master, don't worry, I am willing and have no regrets."

Qingshan nodded. "Well, I don't have any requirements for you. As long as you behave honestly, honestly, and honestly, and live up to your conscience. If I find out that you're doing something wrong, I'll prick you up like a hedgehog!"

Thinking of Qingshan's method of dealing with people, Zhan Feng shuddered.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, let's go down the mountain. It's time for us to go back to Lian City."

Zhan Feng ran towards the Guanyin Temple after hearing this. Yang Hongmei shouted behind him:

"Master Zhan, the way down the mountain is this way!"

"I know! The Bodhisattva has appeared, and I'm still willing to go—!"