Wen Shi looked at Leng Yan who turned around and was almost laughing with anger. He brought this woman here to make Yan'er angry, but in the end, Yan'er was seduced away after just a few glances.
She told him to get out. He didn't seem to be here to piss off Yan'er, but rather to piss off Yan'er specifically to piss him off.
But Leng Yan ignored what he was thinking. She turned around and walked back to her seat. She saw Qing Huan still standing there hesitating, not knowing whether she should listen to Leng Yan.
Leng Yan said lazily: "What? Why aren't you coming over yet?" Qing Huan wanted to walk towards Leng Yan the moment he heard this, but he stopped and looked at Wen Shi.
Wen Shi said to her impatiently: "Didn't you hear Yan'er ask you to go over? What are you doing here?" Qing Huan was startled and then quickly ran towards Leng Yan.
Leng Yan then lazily looked at Wen Shi and said, "You can go now." Wen Shi glanced at Leng Yan, who was reading a book and looked indifferent to everything, and then looked at Qing Huan, who was looking at Leng Yan with admiration. He was so angry that he turned away.
After Wen Shi left, Qing Huan carefully asked, "Master, what do you want me to do? There are many things I can do. I can serve you."
Leng Yan said casually: "Just stay by my side for now, and don't worry about anything else." Then she looked at the thin shirt Qinghuan was wearing and frowned slightly.
Seeing her nose tip red from the cold and her exposed purple skin, he ordered the attendant beside him, "Take her downstairs and change her into thicker clothes."
The attendant took the order and retreated with Qinghuan.
After a while, Qinghuan came back. The girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, still had a childish look in her eyes and eyebrows. Her face was red from the cold. She had changed out of the gauze dress and replaced it with a finely crafted aqua blue long dress. Her hair was also combed into two buns again.
There are also many accessories on the head, which makes the overall look of the girl show her vitality.
Leng Yan knew that the attendants saw how much she valued Qing Huan, and that was why she dressed so meticulously. However, Leng Yan had no other opinion on the matter. In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected, and there are many who seek to curry favor with the strong. This is an established rule.
Leng Yan then retracted her gaze and said calmly, "Find a place to sit down." Qing Huan obediently looked around Qing Feng Hall and found that the chairs were far away from where Leng Yan was sitting. Some of them showed signs of having been deliberately moved.
Finally, she found a cushion and sat down next to Leng Yan. Leng Yan noticed it and lowered her eyes to look at Qing Huan, just in time to see her eyes full of admiration and gratitude.
She put down the book in her hand and asked the servant to bring a chair over. After Qing Huan sat on the chair, she looked at Leng Yan with respect and gratitude again. Leng Yan looked at her and said, "What do you want to ask?"
Qing Huan blinked, then whispered, "What's your name, Immortal?" Leng Yan replied calmly, "Leng Yan."
As soon as Qing Huan said this, she looked at Leng Yan with a puzzled look. Before Leng Yan could ask again, she said, "Why did the immortal's elders give him this name?"
She didn't know if Leng Yan was picked up and brought back to the sect. That's why she called him an elder. After all, some immortals in the cultivation world would give names to their disciples after picking them up, hence the term "elder".
Leng Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "What do you mean?" Qing Huan bit her lip slightly before speaking, "We in the mortal world have a saying about prophecies. Fairy, do you know that the characters in some names may be a prophecy? Elders generally don't give younger generations names like smoke, which is so ethereal. Because smoke dissipates easily."
Leng Yan heard this and said, "I've never heard of that." Qing Huan said, "That's just a saying in some places in our mortal world. I just suddenly remembered it. Fairy, don't take it to heart."
Leng Yan nodded slightly as a reply, then she looked at the girl and asked, "How did you come to the world of cultivation from the mortal world?" Qing Huan showed sadness on her face when she heard this, but then it was replaced by a sense of relief.
Leng Yan saw the change in her expression and gently tapped the armrest of the seat with her finger. Such a clear mindset is a good seedling for cultivating immortality. When the mindset is clear, one can see the long-term future on the road and is less likely to have inner demons.
But now she is about sixteen years old. If she starts to practice Taoism now, it would be a waste. I just don't know what her aptitude is like. If her aptitude is good and she is willing to practice Taoism, I can ask someone to send her to other sects to practice.
After all, everyone inside Qingyuan Sect knows her, and they must also know Qinghuan who has stayed with her for a period of time. I am afraid that if she joins Qingyuan Sect at that time, she will be used by people with ulterior motives.
Leng Yan then collected her thoughts and heard Qing Huan say, "I am originally from the mortal world. My family lives in a village far from the capital. My parents are still alive. I have an older sister, an older brother, and a younger brother.
Although we only grow some crops, it is enough to provide food for a year. But now my brother wants to get married and the family has no money, so my parents are planning to sell me and my sister to get money for my brother to get married, and save the extra money for my younger brother to get married.
My sister didn't want to go, and when she had an argument with her parents, she fell into the river and was washed away. When she was found again, she had drowned.
My parents were furious about this. Later, they sold me to an immortal, who took me back to their sect and kept me there for a few months. Then, they brought me here, and that's how I ended up here.
Leng Yan saw Qing Huan choking up and handed her a handkerchief after hearing this. From Qing Huan's words, it was clear that she hadn't had a good life in her old home. But Leng Yan admired her very much.
If she didn't have any talent, how could a village girl be chosen by a cultivator and brought to the world of cultivation? Qing Huan's ability to adapt so quickly to the world of cultivation showed that she had spent the few months she had been in that sect learning about the world of cultivation and adapting to its rules of survival.
Now I know that if I tell myself about my own affairs in a roundabout way, it will make people imagine how much suffering she has endured behind the words she said. After all, human imagination is very powerful.
Qing Huan's words just now were also a gamble, a gamble on the kindness that people in high positions sometimes have. Leng Yan liked Qing Huan, or more accurately, liked Qing Huan's ambitious and calculating personality.
Even though Leng Yan could see through her calculations at a glance, she still liked her unyielding spirit.
She also wanted to see how ambitious and powerful she could be if she was given enough resources.
After Qinghua wiped the tears from his face, he heard Leng Yan ask calmly: "Can you read?"
Qing Huan nodded with a tear-stained face and said, "I know a few." Leng Yan put a book on the table and said to her, "If you don't know, ask the servants."
Then he casually pointed to a servant standing aside.
Qing Huan looked at the servant, then nodded to Leng Yan and walked towards the servant with the book.
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