"Godfather."
After entering the Ming Shengzong Temple, Marshal Nan rushed straight to his destination and saw Ying Qingzhou and Shu Li playing chess from a distance.
When these two people get together to play chess, they have hundreds of tricks in their heads. Not only do they compete with each other, but they can also make chess pieces appear for no reason.
Watching them play chess is really annoying.
When Ying Qingzhou heard the sound, he overturned the deadlocked chessboard and threw the white chess piece in his hand at the head of the black-faced Shu Li.
He also said: "I don't want to play with you anymore, my daughter is back."
Shu Li cursed at his back.
"Ying Qingzhou, you old thing!"
This is not.
Before Nan Shuai could get close, Ying Qingzhou came over quickly, holding his hand and ready to walk inside: "Why are you back?"
"Look at you. Since you left for a few minutes during the winter break half a year ago, you haven't come back and you didn't even bother to come see me."
"You won't come back even though I'm nagging you. Otherwise, I'll go back and pack my things and stay at your college for a while."
Ying Qingzhou said a lot in a row.
But Zhan Zhaolin beside him was really depressed: Isn't the rumored leader a cold and aloof person? His sentences would never exceed three words.
So who is this person who is chattering non-stop now?
The most important thing is.
Ying Qingzhou didn't pay any attention to him at all. The person in question only cared about his handsomeness and completely left him aside, which made Zhan Zhaolin very embarrassed.
He was like a light bulb.
"I came back for something." Nan Shuai said as he walked.
"What's the matter?" Ying Qingzhou looked at him with the same doting eyes as if he were looking at his own daughter: "Nothing is important."
"Since you're back today, I'll ask your uncle Li to cook two dishes."
Shu Li: “…” You bastard, ordering him around again!
Shu Li arranged the chessboard, turned around and said with a smile: "There is no Uncle Li, Yaoyao, don't listen to your godfather's farts, just call me Brother Li."
"You? Brother Li? You have wrinkles that can kill a fly when you smile, and you still want to be my brother?"
"We're both equally matched."
"Who is the same as you? I am younger than you, but not as old as you."
“…”
The two of them started another day of fun.
They had already forgotten that there were outsiders. Zhan Zhaolin quietly pulled Nan Shuai over and said, "Shuai, why does the deputy sect leader call you Yaoyao?"
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The three of them fell silent. The two men even stopped arguing and stared at Zhan Zhaolin. Only then did they realize that there was an outsider.
It seems that Zhan Zhaolin's presence is almost non-existent.
Facing so many gazes, Zhan Zhaolin swallowed hard, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into: "Um... just pretend I didn't say that."
What a look.
Why did it make him feel so chilling?
"Silly." After accidentally saying his name, Nan Shuai tried to smooth it over: "Yes, Uncle Li has a bit of a stutter, so he said 'yes'."
Shu Li: "..." Today's silence was caused by the old man and the child.
On the other side, Ying Qingzhou raised the corner of his mouth. Such a wonderful way of dealing with things was indeed that man's. He was a little envious.
He gave birth to such a smart daughter, who is a replica of himself.
Fortunately, I found a godfather.
"Oh, so that's how it is." Zhan Zhaolin had no doubts.
Now that he had seen him, Ying Qingzhou couldn't ignore him and asked, "Nannan, is this also your friend?"
Last time it was a smart one, this time this one...
A bit silly.
"Yeah." Nan Shuai nodded.
Thinking of the look he would get back, he asked cautiously, "Godfather, do you want a disciple? He wants to be your disciple."
Said.
Commander Nan kicked Zhan Zhaolin towards Ying Qingzhou.
Looking at the scrutinizing gaze above his head, Zhan Zhaolin felt uneasy. Before he came, he imagined all kinds of scenes of becoming a disciple.
When it really came and I saw him in person again.
He couldn't even fart.
Ying Qingzhou just glanced at him and then looked away.
"Why is Nannan thinking of finding a disciple for me?"
"It's just a matter of convenience." He said this on the surface, but secretly leaned close to Ying Qingzhou's ear and said, "No one in the academy wants him, so I'm asking you if you want him."
"Why would I come here if your academy doesn't want me?"
Ying Qingzhou did not agree.
He is not accepting disciples for the time being, but he may do so in the future, because the disciples he accepts are to take over his position, that is, the position of sect leader.
This can't be dealt with casually.
Although the first heir is Nan Shuai, he will not stay in the sect, so his disciple will be the second heir.
This...how should I put it...
"No, no, no, godfather, it's not that no one wants him, it's just that the person who wants to become his disciple has already accepted him as a closed disciple."
"He is a proud little peacock. As long as someone accepts him as a disciple, he will go to find a teacher, unless a sow can climb a tree."
"Perhaps his talent wasn't discovered, so no one accepted him..."
I'm afraid Ying Qingzhou will misunderstand.
Nan Shuai explained for a long time, and his mouth was dry.
"That's it." Ying Qingzhou nodded in understanding.
For Yaoyao's sake, Ying Qingzhou didn't refuse outright, but asked symbolically: "Where are you from?"
Zhan Zhaolin was stunned: "Shanlin Kingdom, the leader is also discriminating against other countries?"
You can tell which country you are from as soon as you open your mouth.
In all likelihood, there is national discrimination.
"Discrimination." Ying Qingzhou didn't think it was wrong to say this: "But your Shanlin Nation is quite close to us, so we can barely discriminate."
"Hehe..." Zhan Zhaolin rubbed his hands and smiled foolishly.
Ying Qingzhou: "..." This smile is a little silly.
"Age, level, attributes, and physical defects."
"...How does this look like choosing a male concubine?" The last sentence, 'whether there are any physical defects', made Zhan Zhaolin feel that it was not right.
Hearing his mumbling, Ying Qingzhou narrowed his eyes and sneered: "What are you talking about? Answer me honestly!"
Don't even look at yourself.
Who wants a male companion like this? A little bastard who hasn't even grown all his hair yet!
Zhan Zhaolin's expression was serious: "Nine years old, level 33, fire attribute, everything is fine, and there are currently no castration defects in the body."
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The three of them were speechless when they heard the word "castrated".
Thinking of the girl here, Ying Qingzhou laughed and scolded: "Who told you to say that? Is this what I mean by flaws?"
"Defect refers to whether the body has a disability."
“Oh…” Isn’t it different?
I understand the situation pretty well.
Ying Qingzhou straightened his expression and said, "You are not suitable to be my disciple. Although you have talent in terms of level, you have not met my requirements."
"So what level does the sect leader require from the age of nine?" Zhan Zhaolin asked.
Ying Qingzhou did not reply to him.
Instead, he said to himself, "Shuai Shuai is the young sect leader. He will be the first heir to the sect leader position in the future, but he will definitely not stay in the sect."
"Well, I'm just a young master in name only." Nan Shuai agreed.
"So..." Ying Qingzhou looked at him deeply and explained to him clearly: "I accepted this disciple as my second successor."
"Then your personal strength cannot be too weak. Do you understand?"
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