Master, Master?
Jing Yuan froze in place, his heart pounding wildly. Countless squeezed blood rushed from his chest to his lungs and limbs, making his brain dizzy.
Meeting the smiling eyes of the immortal in white, he asked earnestly behind the gentle smile. He was really asking for his opinion.
But what is there to ask for?
He took a deep breath, straightened his back and knelt down straight, his eyes fixed on the glazed pupils, and shouted, "Master!"
A child's voice echoed through the yard, sonorous and powerful, carrying countless gratitude and desperate determination.
Zhu Yuanqing narrowed his eyes, sat up straight, and the smile on his face slowly faded, without any trace of the joking look he had just had.
"My name is Shangqing, and I am the master of Xiaoyao Peak. Over the years, I have had many enemies. The demon cultivators regard me as a thorn in their side. Even the Demon Lord Helian Jue wants to eliminate me as soon as possible. If you worship me, you will be in danger everywhere."
"In this case, are you still willing to take me as your master?"
He stared at Jing Yuan for two seconds, seeing that he was not moved at all, then he stood up, poured a pot of tea, picked it up with both hands, and handed it to him respectfully: "Master, please have some tea."
Her dark eyes held a hint of uneasiness and anxiety, as well as layers of joy and anticipation, and were not affected by his words at all.
Zhu Yuanqing took the tea and saw Jing Yuan's smile suddenly widen. The corners of his lips curled up and his whole demeanor softened a lot.
The tea on the table was usually used to entertain guests. Zhu Yuanqing took a sip, frowned slightly, and then put the teacup down.
"Jingyuan." Zhu Yuanqing tapped his jade-white fingers on the stone table and asked, "Why do you practice Taoism?"
"To survive." Jing Yuan clenched his fists.
"I have no parents, and grew up eating at hundreds of homes. Later, that village was massacred by demonic cultivators, and one hundred and one people died..."
Jing Yuan said word by word: "Disciple wants to collect this debt personally."
He was a little uneasy.
To seek immortality, to save the world, to become an immortal... there are too many reasons to list.
Before joining Xuanyuan Sect, he had rehearsed his thoughts countless times in his mind, but when he met Zhu Yuanqing's eyes, he couldn't help but express his truest thoughts.
He didn't have such lofty ideals. He practiced Taoism just to survive and to seek revenge.
"Don't be nervous, I don't care about that here." Zhu Yuanqing smiled faintly. He was tricked into going up the mountain by Taoist Lingxiao with a meal, but now he has reached the Nascent Soul stage, hasn't he?
But it is not easy to say this to his new apprentice.
With a slight movement of his fingertips, a sword manual and several basic secret books suitable for the Qi training period fell on his knees.
His eyes swept over Jing Yuan, and Zhu Yuanqing took out a storage ring: "It is a meeting gift from my master."
Standing up, Zhu Yuanqing held his hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the Sect Master to say hello."
Zhu Yuanqing is good at using escape techniques, but today he picked up his sword and rode it slowly with Jing Yuan.
Jing Yuan had long heard that the master of Xiaoyao Peak was an expert in swordsmanship. Noticing that he was simply using his spiritual energy to transform into a sword, his eyes involuntarily fell on the illusory sword.
Zhu Yuanqing set up a barrier to ensure that the apprentice would not be blown away by the wind, and casually explained: "Practice well, and you can do it in the future."
Jing Yuan was protected by a man in white. His nose was filled with a cool and subtle fragrance, which was mixed with a hint of sweetness when he sniffed carefully.
Hearing this, he cleared his mind of chaotic thoughts and nodded vigorously: "Yes, Master!"
Behind Jing Yuan, Zhu Yuanqing sighed silently and rubbed the top of his head to show encouragement.
Due to the pressure of life, Jingyuan looks like a child of only seven or eight years old, but in fact he is more than ten years old.
The touch was soft, and the disciple under the palm seemed to realize that his master particularly liked his thick black hair, and he rubbed it in cooperation.
Never mind, this child is so well-behaved. If his aptitude is really not good enough, he can be forced to reach the golden elixir stage with elixirs, which will at least extend his lifespan by a hundred years.
Zhu Yuanqing's eyes softened.
After getting a clear passage from Taoist Lingxiao, Zhu Yuanqing went to Baicao Peak to ask True Lord Yunxin for a gift. He stuffed the full storage ring back into Jingyuan's hands and led his disciples back to Xiaoyao Peak.
Jing Yuan met too many people today, including a high-ranking Divine Transformation cultivator. Zhu Yuanqing subconsciously thought that his disciple might be panicked or frightened, but he didn't expect that he was neither humble nor arrogant, and even True Lord Yun Xin praised him.
Returning to the familiar courtyard, Zhu Yuanqing saw that it had darkened and suddenly remembered something.
I accepted him as a disciple today in a hurry. Now my little disciple has only a few sets of clothes and not even a room.
It was getting late, Zhu Yuanqing didn't think any more and simply took Jing Yuan into his bedroom.
Jing Yuan followed blankly, thinking that Zhu Yuanqing was going to take him to his future residence. But as soon as he stepped into the door, he was greeted by a large bed covered by a green curtain.
He was a little confused.
The monks practiced wholeheartedly and usually meditated until dawn. Even when he was doing menial work, he did not dare to slack off. Now, facing such a big bed, on the one hand, he was moved by his master's meticulousness, and on the other hand, he warned himself not to let this care down.
He silently moved a little closer to his master.
Zhu Yuanqing thought Jing Yuanchu was uneasy in the unfamiliar environment, so he led him behind a screen and said, "There are no strangers on Xiaoyao Peak. Your room is not ready yet, so you will sleep with me today."
Behind the screen is a large pool, which draws water from the mountain spring outside. The spring water is clear and there is a heating array underneath.
A day passed, and if it was because of the coercion of Taoist Lingxiao before, now Zhu Yuanqing really regarded Jing Yuan as his own disciple.
He met Jing Yuan twice, and both times the child was bullied by others. Now that he has become his apprentice, he can't help but want to take better care of him.
As a master, he can't protect his disciples for long. Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanqing patted Jing Yuan's shoulder and faced the pool where spiritual power was surging.
"This pool is embedded with countless high-grade spirit stones, and there are several formations engraved in it. It is extremely beneficial for cultivation. If you successfully form a golden elixir, I will give this pool to you in the future."
Jing Yuan stood by the pool, looking at the two shadows, one big and one small, in the water, and nodded heavily.
He was not worried about the pond, but was thinking that along the way, his master had been very good at everything from food and clothing to daily expenses. As a disciple, he must not be the only flaw in his master's life.
The bed was soft. It was Zhu Yuanqing's first time sleeping with someone, so he was still a little uncomfortable. After an hour, he was still wide awake.
He opened his eyes and was about to see if the child was asleep, but when he turned around, he saw a pair of big black eyes staring at him.
When she saw him looking at her, a trace of helplessness flashed across her eyes, and then she closed them tightly, and her whole face wrinkled into a bun.
Zhu Yuanqing couldn't help but chuckle. He patted his head, pulled the quilt over him, covered his eyes with his hands, and whispered, "Go to sleep."
In the yard, a furry ball lay on the tree and turned over comfortably.
This was a scene that Jing Yuan recalled countless times and almost cried.
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