Chapter 36 Chapter 36 I really hope God will open his eyes and give him a...
Zhenren Hehuan is guiding Jiang Yan on his confusion regarding the Hehuan technique.
No matter how talented you are, you are still young after all.
Otherwise, why do they say that older ginger is spicier?
Zhenren Hehuan is the best in the Hehuan Dao. From the techniques of applying internal energy to the art of sex, he is one of the most powerful people in the Hehuan Sect.
If He Huan Zhenren had not been born careless, in nearly six hundred years, he would never have been able to cultivate only to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
In other words, he can reach the Nascent Soul stage by lying down, which is enough to show his extraordinaryness.
Every once in a while, Jiang Yan would collect a number of questions, compile them into a small booklet, and take them to ask his master.
If you have any confusion about the exercises or any insights you have gained during practice, Master Hehuan will patiently answer and listen to them one by one.
Jiang Yan's cultivation level is increasing day by day and has reached a bottleneck. He is only one step away from a breakthrough.
Jiang Yan stopped writing only after his master had answered all his questions. He closed his notebook filled with notes with satisfaction.
It's a thick book filled with handwritten notes of inspiration, thoughts, prescriptions, etc.
Every magician should have his own personal grimoire.
Jiang Yan is no exception.
This magic book is bound with blank papers. Jiang Yan specially imitated the small storybooks that can be found everywhere in the Hehuan Sect and made it into a small and easy-to-carry style.
Except for the solid color cover which is a bit thick, its appearance is very similar to the small storybooks that can be found everywhere in the Hehuan Sect.
Holding it and walking in the sect, there is no sense of incongruity at all.
Jiang Yan put the magic book back into the Sumeru Ring.
He Huan Zhenren looked at him silently. After Jiang Yan had finished his work and had some free time, he called out in a long voice, "Disciple——"
"Yes, Master." Jiang Yan looked up and responded respectfully.
Master Hehuan smiled with a kind expression.
"You have been my disciple for a while. The end of the year is approaching, and the New Year is coming soon. Yan'er, do you have any ideas?"
Jiang Yan was at a loss: "What do you mean, Master?"
As if chatting, He Huan Zhenren said gently: "Wait until the New Year, the sect will end classes and have a long vacation. It's a rare opportunity to have some free time, how are you going to spend it?"
Oh, that's what you're asking.
Jiang Yan thought about it seriously and answered, "Studying swordsmanship, taking care of the medicine fields, researching new or improved medicines... that's about it."
He Huan Zhenren said with a sour face: "How is this different from your usual behavior?"
Jiang Yan: "Master, do you have any instructions?"
"Of course!" He Huan Zhenren urged her to go on a blind date: "Yan'er, when will you find a partner?"
Jiang Yan: “…”
Jiang Yan raised his sword: "I have——"
"You are not allowed to say you have a sword!" He Huan Zhenren was furious: "There are so many people in the sect who are pursuing you, either directly or indirectly. Don't you have anyone you like?"
Jiang Yan was surprised: "Someone is pursuing me again? No, I don't even feel it. Master, please don't talk nonsense."
Master Hehuan was speechless.
"Have you never noticed that wherever you are, there are always a lot of people around you? For example, in your chosen classes, on the roads you often walk, and in the cafeteria. And they like to sit near you."
The young man frowned and recalled carefully. After a while, he seemed to finally discover something and suddenly realized it!
"So that's it!" Jiang Yan said.
Master Hehuan looked very pleased.
"No wonder there are still so many people in the cafeteria every time I go there during lunch time! No matter how early you go to class, the only seats left are either the one in the middle or the front row. It's hard to get a seat near the corner."
Jiang Yan said angrily: "How can they do this! They stole my food and my seat. Is this what pursuit is?"
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
Jiang Yan: "I don't want this kind of pursuit, it's annoying. My partner is the least troublesome."
He Huan Zhenren: "...Who?"
Jiang Yan held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and supported the sword with his left hand, with a solemn expression.
He still remembered the time when the tribe was offering sacrifices to the Mother Tree of Elf. His mother, as the head priest, raised the scepter high and chanted the oath on behalf of the tribe.
The young man raised the Demon-Breaking Sword above his head.
"My most loyal companion is my Demon-Breaking Sword!"
Jiang Yan swore solemnly, and said loudly: "I swear to my master that I will never leave it and will accompany it for the rest of my life. If I break my promise, I will be punished..."
"Shut up!"
Master Hehuan's face suddenly changed. Without even listening to the end, he immediately jumped off his seat, rushed forward, and covered Jiang Yan's mouth tightly.
He even used light skills, and his speed was so fast that only an afterimage was left.
The young man staggered and his body tilted, and the long sword he was holding high also tilted.
Jiang Yan quickly stood up, held the hilt of the sword tightly, and stretched his arms to maintain his balance.
He Huan Zhenren covered his disciple with one hand to stop him from speaking, and with the other hand he grasped his shoulder, shaking him in a disappointed tone.
"Look at what you said, is that human language? Huh?"
Jiang Yan looked back innocently: "..."
But I am definitely not a human being.
He Huan Zhenren: "You swear randomly, and this kind of oath. Even if you are not afraid of the way of heaven, aren't you afraid that the ancestor will knock on your door in the middle of the night and scold you for ruining the spirit of the sect!"
Jiang Yan blinked and urged, “Mm, mm!” (Sword, look at the sword!)
Master Hehuan glared at his disciple.
"What do you want me to do? I am a traitor, a traitor, a traitor!!"
Jiang Yan: “Mmmmm…” (The sword is about to fall——)
He Huan Zhenren: "Are you apologizing?"
No way!
If the sword I'm holding was a little off, it would have stabbed you!
Jiang Yan blinked frantically and began to struggle.
He Huan Zhenren said suspiciously: "I will let go, but you are not allowed to speak, do you hear me?"
Jiang Yan nodded repeatedly.
Only then did Master Hehuan let him go and sat back on the main seat.
Jiang Yan was still frightened, so he quickly lowered his arms, took the Demon-Breaking Sword firmly, and held it back in his arms.
“……” Master Hehuan got a headache just seeing him like that.
"Is there really no one in the entire sect who is interested in you?" asked Zhenren Hehuan.
Jiang Yan shook his head rapidly, like a little rattle.
"...That's right. You are diligent and excellent, but everyone in the sect is a bunch of people who just want to live off you. No, no." Master Hehuan murmured.
"Master, I have only been practicing for less than half a year." Jiang Yan reminded.
"Half a year, so what!" He Huan Zhenren shouted, "Think back then, the head brother quickly mastered two skills in half a year! I am also in a love relationship with the second in command, and Fan Yang and Yu Shan have at least succeeded in practicing dual cultivation!"
"And you!"
He Huan Zhenren scolded: "The He Huan technique has already been passed on to you, but you are still stuck at the first volume. Are you not going to learn the second volume's mental formula?"
The young man bowed his head and accepted the scolding.
He looks very well behaved, but somehow gives people the illusion that he is unrepentant.
True Man He Huan was filled with anger.
Mainly because I was angry about Jiang Yan’s declaration of being single.
He even dared to swear in front of me!
Jiang Yan knelt down silently without saying a word.
Seeing this, Master Hehuan calmed down a little.
"...Stand up! Why are you worshipping me for no reason? I still want to live happily for another 500 years. Don't curse me." He said unhappily.
"Oh." Jiang Yan stood up obediently.
Master Hehuan was so angry that he choked again by the sound of "Oh".
Forget it, I am young and I won’t bother with you.
Master He Huan ignored Jiang Yan.
He put his hands behind his back and paced anxiously back and forth in the room.
Jiang Yan is like a sunflower, and Master Hehuan is the sun.
When the master walked from left to right, his head moved from left to right. When the master turned around and walked back, Jiang Yan slowly turned his head.
Both of them remained silent.
The study was completely silent, with only the sound of He Huan's footsteps pacing back and forth. The atmosphere was tense and relaxed - He Huan was tense all over, while Jiang Yan, sitting on the armchair, felt very relaxed.
“…”
The positions of master and disciple seemed to have been swapped.
Master Hehuan couldn't stand it anymore and was the first to be defeated.
"I am the master. Why am I standing while you are sitting?" He Huan Zhenren stepped forward and said unhappily, "Get out of my way."
There were so many chairs, but he chose the one where Jiang Yan was sitting.
The young man was not angry at all. After a slight pause, he quickly stood up.
He seemed to agree with Master's words and bowed respectfully: "Master is right. Please take a seat."
He Huan Zhenren: “…”
Jiang Yan asked seriously, "Master, do you want a cushion? The chair below is cold and hard. I'll go get the cushion from the main seat."
He Huan Zhenren: “……?”
My disciple shouldn't be being sarcastic or sarcastic, right?
He stared at the handsome young man for a long time, carefully identified him, and finally felt relieved.
"Well, I'm just judging others by my own standards."
The sincerity and doubt on his face were not fake.
It seems that Yan'er is a natural genius of irony and is not intentionally being yin or yang.
Jiang Yan: "Master, what are you talking about?"
"Just talking to himself." Master Hehuan waved his hand, signaling him not to take it seriously.
"oh."
Jiang Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his back straight, his profile handsome. He really sat like a bell, stood like a pine, and had a graceful demeanor when walking, sitting or lying down.
He Huan Zhenren said: "Yan'er, I have thought about it."
"Master, please speak."
"Half a year is too much for you. I will give you another half a year to let you choose your spouse freely."
"Oh!" Jiang Yan just listened and wisely learned not to refute.
"There has never been a case in our sect where a disciple has not completed the ancestral teachings within a year. I am giving you a year and a half, which is already very generous. You don't want to graduate and become a master, do you?" said Zhenren Hehuan.
Jiang Yan just felt that the pressure on his shoulders was a bit heavy.
"Master, what if I really can't find it? How about--" Jiang Yan tentatively took out the cushion and raised it up stealthily to signal.
——Why don't we kneel before our ancestors together? Wouldn't that be faster and more convenient?
He Huan Zhenren glared at him: "Don't even think about it!"
——He was an outstanding graduate back then, and his apprentices cannot fail back at least!
Jiang Yan suddenly felt frustrated and put the cushion back into the Sumeru Ring with a depressed look on his face.
Master He Huan: "If you can't find it, I will help you find it."
When the time comes, just go and have a blind date.
Jiang Yan didn't know the meaning behind these words, but he was certain that Master He Huan would never have the chance to take action in this lifetime.
Such a long time.
Sooner or later he would persuade his master to kneel down in front of the tablet of the ancestor and ask for his forgiveness.
Master Hehuan waved his sleeves to chase them away.
Jiang Yan was pushed out of the study.
He pushed at the study door, fearing that he might upset his master, and cautiously poked his head in: "Master, are you free tomorrow?"
"What are you doing?" Master Hehuan didn't even turn his head.
Jiang Yan: "I am about to break through to the Golden Core stage, and I need Master to protect me."
"Oh?" Master He Huan looked back in surprise, "A breakthrough? You're only twenty-one, and you're about to advance to the Golden Core stage."
Yan'er's potential should not be underestimated.
There are only a few people in the world who can achieve the golden elixir at the age of twenty-one.
At this rate, ascension is just around the corner.
Master Hehuan sighed secretly.
Heaven is indeed jealous of talented people.
The little disciple was good in every way except that he had a dull brain that didn't understand romance, and he ended up entering the Hehuan Sect by mistake!
Is this the disaster destined for Yan'er?
I really hope God will open his eyes and give him a partner who can make the wood come to his senses.
That's perfect!
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