"This is just my nature. I'm happy today, so what, are you scared?" Bai Teng glared at him. "If you're not happy, then fight Wenwen."
Qiao Yu stood there, bewildered and extremely embarrassed, not daring to utter a single word.
"Are you just going to take him away like this?" Wen Jingge asked her. "Isn't that against the rules?"
"What a joke!" Shan Hongxing scoffed. "Since when have you become so rule-abiding?"
"I'm happy, and I want to do as you say this once, but you won't let me!"
Shan Hongxing couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, and said to Qiao Yu, "What are you standing there for! This person is your master. You are special. She is the only one on this mountain who can teach you! I don't know how you are so lucky."
"I can be reincarnated, you can try again!" In front of the protagonist, as a villain, you have to learn to smear yourself and make him hate you.
Shan Hongxing, his face flushed, awkwardly retreated, remembering that today was only the first day of recruitment.
However, he was right. Being born a sword prodigy might not be a blessing in other sects, because no one would dare to teach them. If something went wrong, even the best talent would be wasted. But unfortunately, their grandmaster, their master, and Wen Jinge all had this kind of constitution.
"My darling, you haven't mistaken me for someone else, have you!" Bai Teng draped her softly over Wen Jinge's shoulder and said in her mind, "Why is your little disciple so dull and silly? I think he's so anxious he's about to cry, staring at his straw sandals. It's hilarious!"
"It should be right." Wen Jingge rubbed her aching temples and asked as they walked, "Where is your home?"
"No, I have no home anymore." The child was a good child, and fearing that Wen Jinge wouldn't believe him, he explained, "There was both plague and flood, and I got separated from them. I begged my way here. I just heard that there was food here, so I came."
"Food?" Wen Jingge glanced at her stomach subconsciously. She hadn't eaten since she arrived. "Senior sister, we haven't had a meal in ages?"
"Not long, maybe two hundred years!" Bai Teng pinched Wen Jingge's hair and braided it for her. "This silly boy has probably been fooled."
"Ah..." A hint of panic flashed across Qiao Yu's face as she noticed the two seniors staring at her. "I... I shouldn't have come up the mountain!"
What will it do?
Qiao Yu was stunned by the question, and seeing that her master seemed to have a bad temper, she dared not speak.
"Your profound energy is zero, you're not even as good as a sweeping disciple in the inner courtyard. You have to show me some skill, otherwise why should I feed you?"
Tears welled up in her eyes, but being a child raised in a wild environment, she managed to hold them back.
"Do you know how to serve tea and water, clean the house, chop wood, start a fire, and cook?"
"I..." Qiao Yu sniffed, "I can, I can, if I can't I can learn."
"Don't let me see your tears, it's disgusting." Wen Jingge clicked her tongue, flicked her sleeves, and became even more impatient when she saw him still standing there in a daze. "What are you spacing out for? Follow me!"
Bai Teng got off her. She knew Wen Jingge was really angry. She said in a coquettish voice, "I thought there was some kind of magic treasure in the Burning Heaven Sect! When the old man passed away, he said he left it specifically to cure you. He calmed down a bit after waking up. Now it seems he's only calmed down towards us."
"What else did Master say?" This part was not in Wen Jingge's memory, so she used the mental technique.
Qiao Yu followed pitifully behind, only able to see the two seniors walking ahead, the atmosphere heavy, and she didn't dare to lift her head.
"The old man said you can't go down the mountain before you receive a disciple, and that you must go through the Burning Heaven Gate when you go out, because he said that's your tribulation."
My dear, you can fool them, but you can't fool Ai Fengling and me. Your cultivation has dissipated.
He used to be a third-rank cultivator, but now he can hardly even use a fifth-rank one. I originally thought that the disciple you took in would at least be a seventh-rank cultivator, but this fool is just an ordinary person.
The old man agreed to everything. You absolutely must go down the mountain. This lad is a gift from heaven; treat him well, and perhaps things will turn around.”
“Maybe he’s the one who’s going to cause trouble!” Wen Jingge shook her head. “The thought of dying because of him makes me want to be even more vicious.”
Bai Teng:......
"Would you like to see any other names related to jade?"
Today is only the first day of recruitment, and there are still six days to go.
The dream theory is that Wen Jingge fabricated a lie to find Qiao Yu. The inner disciples even had a martial arts competition, but these people from the outer sect just placed their hands on the Xuan Stone for a test and registered, which was really boring.
"Do you want to see it?" As if remembering that there was a follower behind her, Wen Jingge asked Qiao Yu, "If you want to see it, keep it. If you don't want to see it, change out of this outfit. Even people going to funerals are dressed better than you!"
"Who are you saying is attending a funeral?"
Wen Jingge's voice was so loud that it attracted a lot of attention, especially since the three of them had different identities and were dressed casually.
The man was about to step forward and teach the person who disrespected the sect a lesson when his eyes twitched, and he almost fainted: "Peak Master Wen, Peak Master Bai."
Wen Jingge glanced at the dark patterns embroidered on his clothes. He must be an elder, with a fat head and big ears, and a rather festive appearance: "Your surname is Bai?"
"Ah! Yes."
"It's so ugly, it looks like a big white radish."
Bai Teng covered his mouth and laughed, "What a coincidence, isn't it? Little ancestor, you've even insulted yourself!"
"Alright, you can wear these for now! I'll get you a nice outfit in a few days." Wen Jingge was a bit overwhelmed. She needed to find a way to torment Qiao Yu, but fortunately, this was her usual habit, and the people in the sect were already used to it. "Elder Bai..."
"No, no, what are your orders, Peak Master?"
"No!" she said, sizing up Qiao Yu. The brat didn't seem to match Lu Feiyu, that fairy-like girl, at all!
"Yes, yes, everything the Peak Master ordered will be there." Bai Rongfa thought to himself, with so many disciples in the sect, it would be a wonderful task to change all their clothes!
“That night, he—” she pointed at Qiao Yu, “What’s your name?”
Qiao Yu opened her mouth, about to reply, when she heard Wen Jingge say impatiently, "Never mind, it's not important. He's my newly accepted second disciple. I'll write it down and have him bring it to you."
Once Qiao Yu reached the top of Wanzhang Peak, he began busily cleaning and tidying up. It was already midnight, but he was still chopping wood outside.
The Xuan Master is of the ninth rank, with the first rank having three levels. If one does not have the support of a sect, the sixth rank is the limit.
Once one reaches the fifth rank, one's appearance will no longer change, and one can also abstain from grains.
Liang Si watched her junior brother bustling around and felt a little annoyed. It was obvious that their master was just making things difficult for them!
"Master." He poured tea for Wen Jingge, looking at the figure still busy outside with a puzzled expression, "Have we gone too far?"
Wen Jingge tapped the table and rolled up the blueprints. "Has he had dinner?"
"I brought a portion from Lingxiao Peak, but it seems Junior Brother hasn't eaten it yet."
Do you know how to use the Fire Technique?
"ah?"
"Heat it up for him."
"oh."
"Is he still dressed in those beggar's clothes?"
"If you say it's dirty, you can change jobs after you finish the work." As a result, the workload just kept increasing.
Wen Jingge stuffed the blueprints into an envelope and handed it to Liang Si, saying, "Give this to him after he finishes eating, and tell him to go to the outer mountain to find Bai Rongfa."
"Now?"
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