Chapter 4 Chapter 4 It's not even a full month yet

The new steward didn't assign any tasks to Lin Yan, but asked him to take good care of Steward Wang. Lin Yan agreed immediately, as this was what he should do.

Until Steward Wang was completely awake, Lin Yan was still confused, not understanding why the Third Elder left.

At dusk, news came that Immortal Rong Xu had accepted a disciple. In less than half an hour, the entire Guiyuan Sect knew about it and asked who Lin Yan was. They

had never heard of him.

When they learned that Lin Yan was just a chores disciple and had three spiritual roots, they were furious.

How could he deserve to be taken in by the Immortal and accepted as a personal disciple!

Lin Yan's house was full of people, some of whom he knew, and many of whom he had never even seen. They were all outer disciples who came to inquire about him.

He opened the door with the water in his hand, and the basin fell to the ground with a bang. Before he could react, a professional fake smile appeared on his face.

"Hello, everyone... senior brothers."

So sweet!

This was everyone's first reaction.

Various spiritual powers were mixed together, and Lin Yan was impacted and took a step back, frowning slightly: "Senior brothers, can you accept the spiritual power first?"

The meridians were impacted, and Lin Yan's face was distorted in pain. He almost couldn't maintain his smile. When he was wearing extra-large diameter contact lenses and high heels and was photographed by flash lights, he didn't feel as uncomfortable as now.

The disciples woke up from a dream and took back the tempting spiritual power. Apart from being good-looking, there was nothing special about him.

Oh, especially useless, still in the early stage of refining qi.

What qualifications does such a person have to become an inner disciple?

Lin Yan was puzzled: "Brothers, are you here to see Steward Wang?"

Steward Wang? Who is that!

"You don't know?" One of them asked.

Lin Yan: "Know what?"

"The Immortal Master wants to accept you as a disciple, and you don't even know?!"

No wonder he was so calm.

What!

Oh my god!

Lin Yan almost cursed, the Immortal Master wants to accept him as a disciple, why? !

He didn't want to enter the inner sect. Many people died at the end of this novel. All of Rong Xu Xianzun's disciples died, not one was left.

The other disciples also died. Only those like them, who were logistics and did not participate in the war, had a higher chance of survival.

No matter how good-looking Rong Xu Xianzun was, his life was not as important.

Everyone thought his blushing excitement was joy, and no one thought he was unwilling. If they had such a good opportunity, they would have been so happy that they would have gone crazy.

A disciple asked: "Why did the Immortal Venerable accept you as a disciple? What did you do?"

Lin Yan touched his face: "Maybe I was born to be liked by others?"

Everyone: "..."

Lin Yan slowly put away his smile and looked serious. Seeing him like this, the disciples who were watching him calmed down and wanted to get some useful information from him.

Lin Yan thought about it carefully and seriously for several times, and said affirmatively: "Yes, that's it."

Everyone: "..."

It turns out that when people are speechless, they really don't even know how to be perfunctory.

"The Immortal Venerable accepted you as his disciple because you have something extraordinary. Why don't we compete?"

His spiritual roots are not pure, so he may have other advantages, such as spells and formations. He doesn't need a very high level of cultivation to easily trap high-level cultivators.

Lin Yan picked up the empty basin: "Brother, please spare me. With my cultivation level, I can't even survive a single move from you."

"Did you hear it wrong? Maybe that person's name is the same as mine but with different characters?"

Hearing him say this, the disciples began to doubt.

"No, I asked. You are the only one in our sect named Lin Yan. Others named Xing don't have the surname Lin!"

As the two sides confronted each other in doubt, there was a sound of breaking wind in the distance. The person who came was wearing a goose yellow dress, a jade belt around his waist, and a glazed jade token unique to inner disciples.

The disciples saluted: "Senior Sister Xi!"

The sect of cultivating immortals does not distinguish between seniority and seniority based on age, but on the order of admission and cultivation. Xi Minghua is the second disciple of Rongxu Immortal Venerable, and her cultivation level is only after that of the eldest senior brother Lu Li. In terms of age, there are many people here who are much older than her, but in terms of cultivation, they are not as good as Xi Minghua.

Senior Sister Xi came here in person, and it seems that the master's acceptance of disciples is true.

"So lively?" Xi Minghua's eyes were full of excitement, she liked the liveliness the most!

"Are you here to see the little junior brother?"

With one sentence, Lin Yan's identity was confirmed, and the disciples were amazed.

Lin Yan dropped the basin in his hand to the ground again, and his eyes rolled.

It's over, it's really over now. He is not Murata, possessed by the European Pillar. The most serious injury he has received in the whole plot is a sprained finger.

I'm going to die!

In Lin Yan's consciousness, if he has anything to do with the Immortal Master Rong Xu, he will die.

Xi Minghua watched Lin Yan's face turn from red to green, and then from green to red, and her interest grew. The little junior brother is very interesting. Fenghua Garden will not be lonely in the future.

She walked up to Lin Yan: "Little junior brother, pack up your things and follow me to become my disciple."

Lin Yan liked this gentle-looking senior sister very much, but thinking of getting closer and closer to death, he couldn't laugh.

"I... I can..."

Lin Yan bet that if he dared to say that he didn't want to go, these disciples staring at him would eat him immediately.

"Can I become your disciple a few days later?"

"Manager Wang was injured while saving me. I want to wait until he is better before I go over. Is that ok?"

In the end, Lin Yan did not get what he wanted. Without him, there were still others to take care of Manager Wang. The Immortal Venerable could not wait and said he would go into seclusion.

"Master goes into seclusion for two days in the middle of every month. It would have been in time for you to become your disciple two days later, but if the news gets out, you will definitely not be able to be at peace. It is better to come to Fenghua Garden earlier. This is also what Master wants."

After Xi Minghua finished explaining, he glanced at Lin Yan and was about to try the urge to pinch his face: "Little Junior Brother, how old are you?"

Lin Yan has a baby face that doesn't show his age. He still has baby fat even after he became an adult. People often mistake him for a high school student. When asked about his age, they are surprised and say it's impossible.

"Twenty-five."

"Not even a month old!" Xi Minghua sighed, "I can be your grandmother if I try hard."

Lin Yan: "..."

Monks are often hundreds or thousands of years old. In comparison, he is indeed not even a month old.

"You are about the same age as Xiaowu. She seems to be two years younger than you, but she is also your senior sister."

"Senior sister Wu is just sixteen this year, right?" Lin Yan said. Is it so casual? They are nine years apart in age, and they are almost the same.

"Really?" Xi Minghua laughed dryly: "Hahaha, I don't remember."

"Why do I feel like she has been a disciple for many years?!"

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. You will see it in a while. The third elder suddenly left, leaving behind a pile of mess. Senior Brother went to help, and I will introduce you to him later."

"Is the third elder crazy? I tell you, I have tolerated him for a long time. Relying on his relationship with Master, he often bosses us around. Who cares about him? Finally he left. If he doesn't leave, we will all go crazy."

Lin Yan smiled: "Well, Senior Sister is right."

The mental state of the second senior sister is thousands of years ahead.

The process of becoming a disciple is very simple, but the scale is not small. From the sect master to all the inner disciples, except for those who are in seclusion or out for training, almost all of them are here.

Lin Yan knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times respectfully, half-bent his waist, raised the teacup over his head, and handed it to Rong Xu.

Rong Xu took the tea and took a sip.

"From now on, you will be my personal disciple. I hope you will practice hard in the future, not be arrogant or complacent, follow your heart, and benefit all things."

The cool tone contained Zen sounds, as pleasant as large and small beads falling on a jade plate. Lin Yan kowtowed: "Disciple will remember the master's teachings."

A piece of glass jade pendant fell in front of him. Lin Yan took it and felt warm to the touch. He looked up and met Rong Xu's cold eyes, and his body stiffened instantly.

The mist dissipated, and Lin Yan finally saw that stunning face clearly, which was very different from what he imagined.

Those were a pair of eyes that could see through people's hearts. They were cold and heavy, revealing a sense of alienation and indifference that kept strangers away. They were like dead water without any ripples. They were breathtakingly beautiful but out of reach.

There was no mercy in his gaze, no gentleness as a master to his disciples, only scrutiny.

It was as if he would say in the next second: "If you dare not obey, I will kill you."

[How scary, so scary, how could someone have such a scary look, Mom, I want to go home! ]

Rong Xu retracted his gaze and handed Lin Yan to Xi Minghua: "The master will be in seclusion at night. After he comes out of seclusion, I will test his talent. Take him to familiarize himself with the environment in the next two days."

"Yes." Xi Minghua almost burst out laughing. The little junior brother is really cute.

She whispered, "Master is indeed a little scary, but he won't eat people casually."

Lin Yan whispered, "Then when is it considered not casual?" Rong Xu

looked over again, and the two of them fell silent. Lin Yan's scalp tingled. He almost forgot that even if he spoke in a low voice, Master's cultivation level could hear it.

It's better to go to school freely!

At least when he complained about the teacher, the teacher couldn't hear it.

After the elders left, many people came to congratulate Lin Yan. One gave him a piece of top-grade spirit stone, another handed him a bottle of elixir, and some gave him a magic weapon.

"This is a good thing, it can save your life!" Seeing that Lin Yan was embarrassed to accept it, Xi Minghua snatched it directly and took out a Sumire ring from her Qiankun bag: "The ring is my gift to you, it is just right for storing things."

She stuffed everything in Lin Yan's arms into it. Lin Yan raised his hand weakly: "Senior sister, I don't know how to use this."

If he knew how to use it, the portrait would not be discovered.

"You don't know how to use it?" After being surprised, Xi Minghua continued to help him snatch the gift: "It's okay, I will teach you later, put it away first."

"Senior sister, you really save trouble, a Sumire ring can do it." Fang Siran came over and said.

He was wearing a bright red robe, his hair was braided into a small braid tied in a golden crown, his eyebrows were bright and bold, he spoke in a hurry, and he seemed to be out of tune with the surrounding environment. He stretched out his finger and tapped Xi Minghua's shoulder. Before Xi Minghua hit him, he turned around and hooked Lin Yan's neck and led him forward.

"Xiao Liu, I am your third senior brother. Call a senior brother to listen."

Lin Yan was hooked by his head and almost fell down: "Hello, third senior brother."

"So good!" Fang Siran rubbed Lin Yan's head: "Senior sister, are you jealous? Are you jealous?"

"He let me touch it!"

[So childish, how can you be more immature than me, is this really a centenarian? ]

Fang Siran: "..."

"Your senior brother is ninety-nine this year."