Chapter 43: The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 20

Rong Yin's words also startled his other three disciples.

Mo Lin's face was still lowered, his expression was tense, and there was unconcealable surprise in his eyes.

He was raised by his master since he was a child and understood his master's temperament best. Although his master was aloof by nature, he was very responsible.

As the number one person in the cultivation world, he has been protecting the cultivation world and maintaining its peace for hundreds of years.

As the master of several disciples, he has always personally taught, imparted knowledge, and answered questions, and has never pushed the responsibility of teaching his disciples onto others.

But such a master now said that he passed the teachings of the junior sister to his eldest disciple.

Master, have you noticed something?

Duan Xuan and Mo Lin's faces turned grim, and they thought the same thing in their hearts.

"Master, why? Did I do something wrong?" Yun Yao's eyes were red and tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice was choked with sobs.

She didn't understand. She had always been taught by him personally, but now he wanted to push her to other senior brothers to teach?

Hearing the mournful question from behind, Rong Yin stopped and turned to look at his youngest disciple, who was also the only female disciple under his tutelage.

She was the disciple whom he personally went to the mortal world and brought back, and taught with all his heart.

He had never taught female disciples, so all his teaching methods were based on those of the previous male disciples.

Perhaps this was wrong from the beginning. Rong Yin looked at Yun Yao coldly. The emotions that could not be concealed in those almond-shaped eyes made him feel a little cold.

"You didn't do anything wrong." Rong Yin turned his head and didn't look at her, but looked at the greenery in the mountains.

"This is the teacher's negligence."

"I have no experience in teaching female disciples, so I have been teaching you in the same way as your senior brothers. Now that I think about it, it is not appropriate." Rong Yin did not directly point out her rebellious thoughts, but only expressed her concerns about the differences between men and women.

"I will hand you over to your uncle Yan Wei for instruction. As we are both women, your uncle Yan Wei will educate you better." He stated his plan indifferently.

She was his disciple, brought back by him personally and accepted as his disciple. After they had paid homage and offered tea, he could only be her master. As a master, he would teach what was necessary and give what was due.

As for other thoughts, she shouldn't have them, and she can't have them.

Yun Yao's face turned even paler. She looked at her master, who was no longer as gentle as before, and her voice became hoarse and choked with sobs.

"Master, you don't want me anymore, right?"

"You want to push me to other people, right? Push me to Senior Sister Yan Wei, push me to the three senior brothers, right?"

"Since I haven't done anything wrong, why are you treating me like this? Is it just because I like..."

"The matter has been decided. You don't need to think too much, you are still my disciple." Rong Yin interrupted what she was about to say, and glanced at the pleading female disciple in front of him casually.

Yun Yao was unwilling to be interrupted. She opened her mouth and wanted to continue expressing all her admiration for her master, but all the words she wanted to say disappeared in Rong Yin's emotionless eyes.

She stared blankly at the master in front of her.

He was still the same as when we first met, his white clothes were as white as snow, his black hair was tied up high, his eyebrows and eyes were as handsome as a painting, and his temperament was still as awe-inspiring as an immortal.

But the eyes that once made her feel warm now made her feel cold from the bottom of her heart.

He was warning her!

Yun Yao had never felt this so clearly before. He was warning himself that if she insisted on revealing her feelings for him to the world, even the most basic relationship between them as master and disciple would disappear completely.

She tightly grasped the delicate and light spiritual sword in her hand, her fingertips turning white. This was the spiritual sword given to her by her master when she was building her foundation, and she had always carried it with her.

However, the sword that she loved most in the past had become a little heavy now. The scabbard made of black iron had an iron-like coldness that chilled her heart.

"Mo Lin, bring your junior brothers and sisters back to Yuheng Peak. I have sent a message to your Senior Sister Yan Wei, she will be there soon."

Rong Yin ignored the disciples behind her and continued to walk slowly towards the bottom of the peak. He had walked this path with her before. The trees around were still as green as they were two months ago, making people feel as if they could not feel the arrival of autumn and winter.

In fact, the world of cultivation also has changes of four seasons, but the lives of cultivators are so long that they can hardly feel these changes of the four seasons.

The closer you get to the bottom of the peak, the thinner the spiritual energy becomes. There are also more ordinary flowers and plants on both sides of the road. The dry leaves and yellow veins all indicate the arrival of autumn.

Rong Yin gazed at the autumn atmosphere, and a slight smile appeared on his handsome face, like the gurgling spring water after the ice and snow melted.

It was late autumn, and it was time for him to go and bring back the girl hidden in his heart.

Whether it was love at first sight or lust at first sight, since she had already entered his heart, he knew that she didn't want to stay by his side, so he would go to her.

…

The black rock floor reflected the dim light of pearls and jade. The red silk on the carved beams and painted pillars had long been put away, and the whole hall was filled with a cold and gloomy atmosphere.

The demons stood in the hall with their heads bowed in fear. The powerful pressure emanating from the Demon Lord at the top made every demon silent.

"So, there was more than one person who entered the demon world that day?"

The bland question coming from the leader made the demons standing below lower their heads even more.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The short demon who was pushed out by his companion was secretly angry with his companion, but he did not dare to show it on his face and replied respectfully.

After he finished speaking, he used his small black eyes to secretly glance at the Demon Lord at the top. Seeing that he was not angry, he felt relieved and continued to report:

"The white-robed monk's subordinates have already ascertained his identity. He is Yan Ning, a close friend of Rong Yin. He is the only direct descendant of the Yan family of Fuyu Mountain."

Lou Mujun was sitting at the top, with no smile on his face. His bony fingers tapped lightly on the table, and his face was gloomy as he listened to his subordinates report the results of the investigation.

Yan Ning, Lou Mujun paused his tapping fingertips, narrowed his narrow phoenix eyes, and the light of pearls and jade reflected in his eyes, making him look particularly dangerous.

…

Rockeries, flowing water, pavilions and buildings, and clusters of magical flowers and herbs scattered in the courtyard are emitting a faint halo.

The girl's wide-sleeved, waist-cinching azure gauze dress set off her willow-like waist and graceful figure. The girl, with her picturesque features, gently placed her sword on the ground and then carefully stepped on it.

Nan Qiao stared at the spiritual sword under her feet nervously. The spiritual energy in Fuyu Mountain was very rich. Since she came here, her cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds. A few days ago, she broke through the Qi training stage and officially established her foundation.

She was naturally very happy about the breakthrough in strength. The basis of flying with a sword is to build the foundation. Breaking through to the foundation building stage means that she can learn to fly with a sword.

Nan Qiao raised her eyes, looked straight ahead, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief. She slightly loosened her clenched palms, and her palms were a little wet.

The fair hand made a hand gesture, and the spirit sword under his feet vibrated slightly. Nan Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly. After the spirit sword vibrated a few times, it finally floated up tremblingly.

"Success." Nan Qiao lowered his head and watched himself being lifted up by the spiritual sword under his feet and flying to a height of three feet above the ground.

She laughed happily, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, and the scattered sunlight reflected in her bright eyes, making them sparkle.

"Qiao Qiao." A gentle male voice came over. Nan Qiao raised her eyes and looked straight at the man with a slender figure as tall as a green bamboo not far away with a bright smile in her eyes.

"Yan Ning, look, I have learned to fly with a sword." She excitedly shouted to Yan Ning, sharing her joy without hesitation.

The warm sunlight hit the girl's jade-white face, and a rare and brilliant smile bloomed on her face, more dazzling than the morning glow on the horizon.

The smile on Yan Ning's face grew wider, his eyes fixed on the girl on the spirit sword who was smiling at him. For a moment, his whole heart softened.

The spirit sword under the girl's feet seemed to sense the excitement of its owner. The originally stable sword began to tremble, causing the girl to stagger and seem about to fall.

When Yan Ning saw the girl about to fall, he was shocked and immediately flew forward to hold her in his arms.

Yan Ning turned around and landed, gently putting the girl in his arms down, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He said:

"Qiao Qiao, you need someone by your side when you practice flying with a sword. You've only just established your foundation, and your spiritual power isn't stable yet. If you practice flying with a sword rashly, you'll easily fall."

The furry little head in his arms raised up, and Nan Qiao said unconvincedly: "My spiritual power is very stable, it's just that I was too excited just now."

Her eyes sparkled with intelligence. "Also, I've always kept the spirit sword at a height of about three feet, so it'll be fine even if it falls."

Yan Ning laughed, his handsome eyebrows were smiling, and his eyes were full of doting.

"Well, our Qiao Qiao is indeed smart."

"But I still need to have talented people around me in the future, otherwise, I won't feel at ease."

Such intimate words made Nan Qiao blush unconsciously, and her jade-like cheeks gradually turned pink, like a camellia flower lightly dyed pink.

Although she is spoiled, she is a person who responds to soft words and does not tolerate harsh words. Even if others speak to her in a nice tone, she will not respond with harsh words.

"Okay, I understand." Nan Qiao nestled in his arms and replied hesitantly.

Fu Yushan climbed up to a high place and looked into the distance. From their position, they could clearly see a round sun rising gradually in the east.

The morning sun shines on my body, and I can faintly hear the chirping of birds in the forest.

Yan Ning held the girl in his arms as she leaned against him obediently. His handsome eyebrows slowly relaxed, and the girl's soft body nestled in his arms, making him feel an indescribable satisfaction.

This peaceful and beautiful atmosphere made the usually carefree Yan Ning feel nostalgic. He lowered his eyes and looked tenderly at the bright and beautiful girl lying on his chest.

She was staring at the sun rising slowly in the sky without blinking. The brilliant morning light made the girl's fair face look amazed.

Little did she know that in the eyes of Yan Ning beside her, no matter how bright the rising sun was, it could not compare to her beauty.

Yan Ning chuckled, leaned over and kissed the fair cheek of the girl who was watching intently, then reached out and held her tighter.

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