Cen Jun silently chanted, "Exchange sincerity for sincerity." Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Fan Zhiyi, "Disciple understands. Disciple will work harder. Thank you, Master!"
He really deserves to be the protagonist. What can he figure out with such blind command?
Fan Zhiyi nodded and said, "You practice here. Come to me if you have any problems." After that, he didn't give Cen Jun a chance to ask any more questions and ran away.
If he keeps talking, he'll be exposed.
Fan Zhiyi feels vaguely guilty and thinks he is simply deceiving the protagonist. The system asks him to give warmth to the protagonist and help him become an upright person, but the protagonist looks very upright now. Could it be that the plot has not yet reached the stage of his dark transformation?
Or is he a troubled child who appears to be upright on the surface, but is actually scarred by childhood trauma?
That doesn't make sense. In Fan Zhiyi's opinion, Cen Jun didn't show much emotion when he talked about the past. Could he be pretending?
Don’t jump to conclusions yet, let’s explore a little further and find out where you live first.
After a few more days, after a series of observations and careful considerations, Fan Zhiyi finally came to the conclusion that this child was definitely the protagonist!
Because he had never seen anyone else come to him in the past few days, he once secretly left the snow mountain and visited Tianyun Sect. He observed the disciples of Tianyun Sect and found that there was no one who was more consistent with the system's description than Cen Jun.
Speaking of the protagonist, he must be a rare talent. Even if he falls into the dust, you can still see his uniqueness at a glance. Even if it is mud, it is mud with a golden edge.
Bah, what nonsense is he talking about.
In short, after spending a few days together, Fan Zhiyi has confirmed Cen Jun's identity. He plans to take good care of him for now and instill more positive energy into the child, especially to teach him the etiquette between master and disciple and to cut off any relationship that should not happen. The rest will be dealt with after the system comes back.
If Baibai came back and told him that Cen Jun was not the protagonist, it would be its fault because it logged off before finishing its words.
But that white moonlight is a bit difficult to deal with.
According to the general plot of novels, this white moonlight must be beautiful and good enough, which is what the protagonist longs for day and night but cannot easily obtain. It is a heavyweight killer that can easily persuade the protagonist to turn back even when the protagonist has become as evil as possible.
Although Fan Zhiyi planned to teach Cen Jun to become the light of righteousness, plans cannot keep up with changes. If the protagonist still has a crutch, he will have to be saved by Bai Yueguang.
To sum up, he must find Bai Yueguang, this guy is of vital importance.
Fan Zhiyi thought so, sitting at the table with his head supported by his hands, looking bored at the light emitted by the spiritual power in his hands. He extinguished it with a shake of his hand, and opened his hands to make it change into whatever shape he wanted.
You know what, it's quite interesting. The only right thing Baibai did was to give him this "thought" and such a high level of cultivation.
Fan Zhiyi looked up at Cen Jun who was practicing sword, and couldn't help but praise him in his heart: He is worthy of being the protagonist, he is simply a walking immortal robot. If he were in their world, he would definitely be a top student!
Fan Zhiyi sat up straight for a while, trying to act like a master.
In the past few days, he has been trying his best to adapt to this body and environment while nothing has happened. Now he has adapted to it almost completely.
But one thing is that after getting familiar with Cen Jun, Fan Zhiyi could no longer pretend to be so cold. After all, it was too tiring to pretend to have a personality that was completely opposite to his own, which led to Fan Zhiyi revealing some of his true nature.
"Mr. Cen." Fan Zhiyi called out, and when Cen Jun looked at him, he waved at him, "Come here."
Cen Jun swiftly swung his sword in a flower pattern, sheathed it, and ran towards Fan Zhiyi, panting. His face was flushed from the intense exercise, which made his still-favorable face look very cute against his cheeks. "Master, is there something wrong with my swordsmanship?"
Fan Zhiyi put his hand to his lips and coughed lightly. Instead of answering him, he said calmly, "Sit down."
Cen Jun sat opposite Fan Zhiyi with trepidation, looking at him nervously.
This seat was set up by Fan Zhiyi so that he could see Cen Jun'er more. There was a long wooden table, two wooden chairs facing each other, and a pure white flower in a vase on the table, which looked very artistic on a snowy day.
Cen Jun usually went to the Tianyun Sect's disciple school to study and practice. After coming back, he practiced sword and meditation on the hill where Fan Zhiyi asked him to stay. Fan Zhiyi would always find him here after school. This child was so hardworking that it seemed that apart from eating and sleeping, he only practiced, which made Fan Zhiyi, his master, feel ashamed.
Fan Zhiyi poured a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of Cen Jun, pretending to be profound and saying, "Try it."
Mr. Cen did not suspect anything, but he could not figure out Fan Zhiyi's thoughts, so he did as he was told. He frowned as soon as he took a sip because the tea was really bitter.
Doesn't Fan Zhiyi know what kind of tea he brewed? Didn't you see him just brewing it and not even taking a sip? Where on earth is this tea from? He clearly reduced the dosage, so why is it still so bitter?
Fan Zhiyi didn't say anything, so Cen Jun guessed, "Master, are you trying to tell me that I'm not practicing hard enough?"
"No, no." Fan Zhiyi's purpose was very simple. He just wanted to find out who the white moonlight in Cen Jun's heart was. However, asking directly seemed a bit strange, so he found many roundabout topics. Now was the stage where he had nothing to say.
"The tea is good, but I wanted to drink it as soon as possible on a snowy day, so I brewed it directly with water, which made it taste extremely bitter." Fan Zhiyi raised his hand again to pour tea for Cen Jun.
Cen Jun immediately raised his cup to receive it. Not understanding Fan Zhiyi's meaning, he endured the pain and drank another cup. After thinking for a while, he said in frustration: "My disciple is stupid. I still need the master to enlighten me."
“Different teas have different brewing methods.”
Cen Jun understood immediately: "Master, are you saying that I haven't found the right method of cultivation?"
"There are different methods for different people. Cultivation requires not only perseverance and determination, but also reflection. Only by finding the right method can you achieve twice the result with half the effort. Haste makes waste."
"Disciple, I understand!" Cen Jun was full of enthusiasm. "From today on, before meditating every night, I will reflect carefully on my practice today and see if there is any room for improvement!"
Fan Zhiyi nodded and said, "Mr. Cen, you must combine work and rest when practicing. Go down the mountain with your friends in your free time. After all, even the best aptitude cannot withstand the strain of practice."
"..." Cen Jun did not agree with Fan Zhiyi. He clenched his teacup, then looked up and stared at Fan Zhiyi. "Master, I can't rest. I want to devote all my time to cultivation and become the best in the world of immortal cultivation."
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