I can occasionally chat with my third junior sister, but she always talks about art and such. She has absolutely no interest in anything else.
Aside from Xu Feng, most people are unable to resist his alluring gaze.
Sometimes, when you're chatting without really thinking, the other person will suddenly lean in with a fixed gaze. Heaven knows how many times his virginity has almost been ruined.
Over time, he stopped walking in front of others often. It was only the anecdotes about his early cultivation of the Enchanting Eye that left a deep impression on the older disciples, cough cough.
He was feeling very frustrated this year, so he volunteered to take his place in the freshman selection.
Although it was supposed to be a substitute, their master hadn't taken on any new disciples for many years, and the eldest disciple was too lazy to come.
Upon hearing his purpose, the senior brother simply left with the words "Whatever you want" and continued practicing his swordsmanship.
While the other peaks are lush and verdant, their peak only has these few disciples of various shapes and sizes.
He asked his master why he was no longer accepting disciples; wouldn't it be great if he could have some junior brothers and sisters to play with?
His master looked at him gently and said only one word: "Fate."
If they are destined to be disciples, then I will only accept them as my apprentices.
If there is no destined master-disciple relationship in one's life, no matter how outstanding one is, the master will not accept one.
This new junior sister appears to be well-behaved and beautiful, but her amazing performance in the trial mirror was all seen by An Lan.
Aside from the situation after getting stuck in the yellow sand.
At that time, Tu Longjian lost contact with the Trial Mirror. Even if An Lan's Eye of Illusion was powerful, it would not be able to see everything without a medium. Otherwise, wouldn't he have become an omniscient and omnipotent person?
Having finally found someone to chat with, An Lan excitedly described everything to Tu Longjian, down to the smallest detail.
Hehe, playing dumb to fool others is one of his favorite plots in folk dramas. With his junior sister around, he probably won't be bored from now on.
As An Lan recounted the story, Tu Longjian broke out in a cold sweat.
She...she actually revealed her strength directly in front of so many top disciples and peak masters, thankfully not her full strength.
"Um... what did your master mean by 'keep it in your heart'?"
Tu Longjian was getting a little nervous. Long Aotian wasn't finished conquering her yet; the progress was only 40%, and his luck was still intact. He couldn't let him ruin her plans.
"Hey, what do you mean 'your master'? He's your master too."
An Lan chuckled and tried to tap her on the forehead, but Tu Longjian deftly dodged it.
Tu Longjian maintained his polite smile, but his eyes were full of protest.
Are we that close? You really think you're my fellow disciple? I haven't even decided which peak to join yet.
An Lan touched her nose, and the usually shameless person was actually a little embarrassed.
“Our master… alright, alright, it’s my master.”
"My master was born with a profound skill: the art of silencing!"
"What you say will be law. That four-word mantra is how he seals the mouths of everyone present, so they will not be able to expose your secret."
"It's strange, really. I thought my junior sister was quite interesting, so I mentioned to Master that I would take you as my disciple."
"I didn't expect him to not only agree so readily, but also to cast a silencing spell on you."
"Wow, it's one thing to be the top disciple at the Golden Core stage, but with so many peak masters present, this must consume a lot of his cultivation."
"And you don't know this, do you? The moment you fell out of the trial mirror, it was Master who caught you."
Tu Longjian vaguely recalled that warm embrace with its cool, refreshing fragrance, and his beautiful face showed a somewhat dazed expression.
"Then...why does Master possess the talent for silencing spells?"
She was unaware that her subconscious closeness caused her to unconsciously change her address.
An Lan gave a mysterious smile and suddenly closed her fan, saying, "You'll know when you see Master."
“Although our Xufeng has few people, which may seem strange to outsiders, if you really come, Junior Sister, you will definitely not regret it.”
Tu Longjian almost nodded in agreement, but then he noticed his clothes and, in a moment of impulse, his tone became somewhat unfriendly:
"Could it be that all of my senior brother's fellow disciples are men?!"
An Lan paused as he stepped out the door, turned back with a slight tremor in his pupils, and looked hurt.
"Junior sister, you don't think I helped you change your clothes, do you?"
"Senior brother is just handsome, not a beast. It was your third junior sister who changed him. I never expected her to misunderstand me like this, sigh—"
After saying that, he sadly walked away.
"Wait, that's not what I meant—" Tu Longjian weakly protested.
Well, although she did have her doubts about this charming man in front of her, she could also sense his goodwill.
Tu Longjian chased after her to express his apology, but did not find An Lan anywhere.
That's incredibly fast! Is this the walking speed of a Golden Core cultivator?
Before An Lan left, she said that tomorrow would be the day the freshman rankings would be released, and she needed to go back and prepare properly.
I wonder if I will be able to meet the master that Anlan mentioned. I should thank him first before taking my leave.
Tu Longjian walked outside the bamboo house, and a dense bamboo forest came into view.
The vast bamboo forest stretches endlessly, its verdant green hues enveloped in a pale blue mist that clings to the slender bamboo stalks.
A gentle breeze blows, and the bamboo shadows sway.
What a serene and elegant scene!
The faint scent of bamboo is comforting, and being in it brings her peace and tranquility.
That master must have often cultivated in the bamboo forest, which is why his body is imbued with the fragrance of bamboo. Perhaps he is among them at this moment.
Tu Longjian took a deep breath of the refreshing bamboo fragrance and walked deeper into the forest.
Deep within the bamboo forest, a straight, verdant bamboo stalk reaching for the sky caught Tu Longjian's attention. Its broad, upright form was pleasing to the eye.
She looked around but couldn't find her master anywhere.
So he leaned against the green bamboo with some disappointment.
She stretched out a jade-white hand and unconsciously stroked the smooth bamboo, causing the bamboo leaves to sway gently.
It has a dense texture, so it should be great for making bamboo rice, and it would also be wonderful for making bamboo wine.
Tu Longjian thought to himself, quite fond of it, and pondered where to start cutting.
The bamboo seemed to grow somewhat cold, and Tu Longjian chuckled.
"You're quite intelligent. I'm just kidding. Your master has been kind to me, so perhaps he really will become my master in the future."
"How could I possibly harm something that Master cherishes? Don't worry, don't worry."
As she spoke, she gently stroked the bamboo, her slender, pale fingers standing out against the pale green bamboo.
But the bamboo leaves trembled even more violently.
The bamboo leaves swayed gently, and sunlight shone through the sparse leaves, illuminating Tu Longjian's bright and contented smile.
This was the first time she had truly relaxed since she had transmigrated.
"Since you're not here, I'll leave now. I'll come back another day to express my gratitude."
After relaxing in the bamboo forest, Tu Longjian returned to his new residence.
Little did she know that after she left, the bamboo leaves trembled slightly, and the green bamboo transformed into a tall and slender man in a sky-blue robe.
His usually indifferent and gentle face was unusually flushed, his long breaths slightly disordered and hazy, and his thin lips parted slightly:
A fool.
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