Qing Xuanzi's expression softened slightly: "Alright, then take her to eat now."
"Okay." He turned around and walked up to Rong Jiaojiao, startling her, who had been very interested in his bald head ever since he entered the room.
Leng Tianyou grinned and said, "Junior Uncle, my name is Leng Tianyou. You can call me Senior Nephew. Shall I take you to eat now?"
Rong Jiaojiao turned to her master and looked at him questioningly. Qing Xuanzi nodded: "Go ahead, you'll have to adapt to life here eventually."
He could have hired someone to cook for Rong Jiaojiao and take care of her daily needs, but he felt that Rong Jiaojiao needed to integrate into this place from a young age to have a sense of belonging.
She also needs to learn to be independent, after all, she will have to grow up alone in this world in the future.
Therefore, he decided to let Rong Jiaojiao adapt to the life of the sect on her own and learn to get along with other disciples.
Rong Jiaojiao nodded upon hearing Qing Xuanzi's encouragement and whispered, "Okay, I'll go eat with my eldest nephew."
Hearing Rong Jiaojiao's response, Leng Tianyou smiled happily, revealing a set of white teeth: "That's great, Junior Uncle, I'll take you to the canteen, the food there is delicious."
He held Rong Jiaojiao's little hand and said excitedly, "Let's go to the canteen first, and after we eat, I'll take you to the school. There are lots of fun things there!"
Infected by Leng Tianyou's enthusiasm, Rong Jiaojiao followed him out of the courtyard.
Qing Xuanzi watched their departing figures. He knew that Rong Jiaojiao would meet many new friends and learn a lot of new knowledge here, but he still followed them out with concern.
Leng Tianyou brought Rong Jiaojiao to the dining hall, which was already full of disciples, who were eating and chatting, creating a lively atmosphere.
Leng Tianyou pulled Rong Jiaojiao to a table full of people and said loudly, "Look, I've brought my junior uncle."
His voice was full of smugness. Qing Xuanzi sighed, knowing this would happen.
There were six children sitting at the table, the oldest being seven or eight years old and the youngest five or six years old, all of them boys.
Upon hearing Leng Tianyou's words, everyone turned to look at Rong Jiaojiao. Not only at this table, but also at the surrounding tables, the disciples looked over curiously, and the dining hall immediately fell silent.
Leng Tianyou didn't care at all. He pulled Rong Jiaojiao to sit down at the table and said loudly, "This is our junior uncle Rong Jiaojiao. From now on, we are all fellow disciples. We should help each other!"
Rong Jiaojiao had never seen such a scene before, and was momentarily at a loss, looking quite reserved.
A boy of about seven or eight years old quickly stood up and pulled Rong Jiaojiao to his side, saying, "Junior Uncle, my name is Leng Tianhao. I am Leng Tianyou's cousin, the third in line. We are all family, so don't be afraid!"
The children at the table also smiled warmly.
A boy who looked about the same age as Leng Tianhao stood up and said with a grin, "Welcome, Junior Uncle. My name is Leng Tianqi, and I am also Leng Tianyou's cousin, the second in line. If you need any help in the future, Junior Uncle, please feel free to ask."
Rong Jiaojiao looked up at this person and that person, unsure of how to address them, and then looked at Leng Tianyou, wanting to ask him for help.
Leng Tianyou then introduced them to her: "This is Leng Tianxing, the fourth in line; this is Leng Tianyun, the fifth; this is Leng Tianze, the sixth; and this is Leng Tianlang, the seventh." He pointed to each child on the table and introduced them one by one. Finally, he said, "We are all your junior disciples. We will protect you from now on and guarantee that no one will dare to bully you."
Her head was spinning, but she tried her best to memorize the names and whispered, "Thank you."
Leng Tianxing said with a smile, "Junior Uncle, don't be so polite. We're all family. We'll teach you cultivation and take you out to play from now on."
The other children nodded in agreement, indicating their welcome.
Leng Tianhao took Rong Jiaojiao's hand and said, "Junior Martial Aunt, please sit down first. I'll go get you some food. The food here is delicious."
Leng Tianqi stood up and put his hand on Leng Tianhao's shoulder, saying, "I'm older than you, so I should go."
Leng Tianyou waved his hand: "Sit down, everyone. Junior Uncle is my mission, and no one is allowed to take it from me."
After saying that, he got up and quickly went to get food for Rong Jiaojiao. Without asking how much she wanted to eat or what she liked, he directly got two servings of rice, one vegetarian and one meat, and two servings of soup, one sweet and one savory.
He brought the food to Rong Jiaojiao and whispered, "Junior Martial Aunt, you eat first, I'll get you more if you need more."
Rong Jiaojiao was speechless, but still whispered, "Thank you, Senior Nephew, but I can't eat that much."
Leng Tianyou waved his hand: "If you can't finish it, we can still help you. Uncle, please eat."
After saying that, he sat down next to Rong Jiaojiao and started eating his own meal.
The canteen quickly returned to its lively atmosphere, with children chatting and eating in a very harmonious setting.
Rong Jiaojiao had no choice but to pick up a bowl and start eating.
Leng Tianyou sat next to Rong Jiaojiao, occasionally putting food on her plate, and said, "Junior Martial Aunt, eat more. The food here is very nourishing and good for cultivation."
Rong Jiaojiao smiled and nodded, her anxiety lessening, and she gradually relaxed.
Seeing this, Qing Xuanzi returned to his courtyard with peace of mind.
After the meal, Rong Jiaojiao remembered all seven of her junior apprentices, relaxed, and regained her lively personality.
After the meal, the seven Leng brothers took Rong Jiaojiao back together. After handing her over to Qing Xuanzi, Leng Tianyou told Rong Jiaojiao, "Junior Martial Aunt, we will come to pick you up early tomorrow morning to have breakfast before going to school. Wait for us."
"Alright, goodbye, my fellow disciples."
The seven boys came and went in a flash. Qing Xuanzi shook his head as he watched them, thinking, "Doesn't Senior Sister get a headache?"
The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the seven boys appeared outside Qing Xuanzi's bamboo grove courtyard.
Rong Jiaojiao had just finished her cultivation when they arrived. Qing Xuanzi came out and instructed Leng Tianyou, "After class, bring your junior aunt back. Don't take her out to play."
The seven answered in unison, "We know, Grandmaster Uncle."
With Rong Jiaojiao by their side, the eight of them rushed off to the cafeteria, and after breakfast, they rushed off to school.
They attract a lot of attention wherever they go, especially Rong Jiaojiao, who is under their care and is the center of attention.
This also attracted jealousy from many girls, who secretly cursed and hated her.
Of course, Rong Jiaojiao was unaware of all this for the time being; she was currently standing outside the school with her seven nephews.
The school was an old-fashioned building, with many bookshelves inside, filled with all kinds of books.
There were already more than a dozen little kids, about the same age as Rong Jiaojiao, sitting in the classroom, all waiting for the teacher to arrive.
Leng Tianyou led Rong Jiaojiao to a seat and let her sit down.
He whispered, "Junior Uncle, this is the elementary school. Every morning, a teacher will come to teach you to read. You must listen carefully."
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