Chapter 40 040 'I thought you would never give the jade away in this life...
"Greetings to Master Feng."
Lu Qingqing immediately stood up and saluted. She thought to herself that this person's cultivation was too terrifying. He had come to the courtyard without making any noise, and even his powerful spiritual power was completely concealed.
He is really good at spy work.
"Junior-Uncle Master." Ji Weilan seemed a little intimidated by him. She jumped up from her chair and stuttered. "Why are you here?"
"If I hadn't come, how would I have known that you weren't practicing properly all day?" Feng Yingheng sat down at the desk and said indifferently, "And how would I have known that you had such a strong grievance against your father?"
Ji Weilan: ...
Lu Qingqing: ...
How could he even hear this? How long had he been lurking?
Fortunately, he righteously rejected Ji Weilan's invitation to go out and play, otherwise he would have been caught red-handed by this future master.
"Junior Master, you are the best. Please don't tell my father. I will go back to practice and practice seriously." Ji Weilan seemed to have rich experience in fighting with his elders. After begging for mercy, he immediately ran away.
When he left, he didn't forget to turn around and wink at Lu Qingqing - I'll come to see you again tomorrow.
Lu Qingqing looked at her nose and her heart, trying her best to keep a straight face, but it was very difficult.
"If you can't bear to leave, come back with me to Jimu Peak to practice."
Although Feng Yingheng was looking at the scenery with his back to Ji Weilan, he seemed to know everything about his actions.
"No need! Junior Uncle, Junior Sister Lu, I'm really leaving!"
Ji Weilan was really frightened this time. She didn't dare to stay any longer and left in a flash.
There were only two people left in the house.
The green bamboo outside the window was rustling in the wind, and the quiet and green scent of pine and cypress trees slowly drifted in.
The man sitting at the desk was so quiet, with only his sleeves fluttering slightly in the wind.
In this situation, Lu Qingqing was in a trance for a moment.
The sturdy figure of the man who rescued her from the Hehuan Sect that day actually had a slight overlap with the man sitting now.
However, although both of them are tall and slender, with elegant temperament, there are subtle differences between them.
Why did she have such an illusion?
"You've been reading a lot of medical books these days. What have you learned?"
Feng Yingheng suddenly turned around and gave him a scrutinizing look.
Lu Qingqing quickly came back to her senses and answered seriously.
"In reply to your words, Immortal, I used to be a swordsman, and I know nothing about medicine. I haven't been slacking off these past few days, and have been spending most of my time diligently reading the classics you sent me. However, I have no foundation, and even if I work day and night, I still can't grasp them. There are still many scrolls I haven't had time to read. As for the medical principles in the books, I only have a vague understanding, and I still need your help to answer my questions."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. The worst thing is pretending to understand when you don't." Feng Yingheng nodded. "If you can report truthfully, everything will be fine."
"Disciple will follow your instructions."
"The Sect Master will return to the mountain in two days, and the apprenticeship ceremony will also be held on that day."
"yes."
It turned out that he came to inform her of something important.
I don’t know if I need to prepare anything to become your disciple.
As if he could see through the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, Feng Yingheng added, "When the time comes, a child will deliver the Taoist uniforms and shoes, and someone will remind you of the etiquette steps. You don't have to worry."
The tone was still calm, but Lu Qingqing felt warm in her heart.
Gossip books and storytellers are all talking nonsense.
How could Feng Yingheng be cold-hearted? He is obviously very considerate.
"Master, I understand."
He was so happy that he didn't care that he hadn't officially become a disciple yet. His mouth spoke faster than his brain and he changed his words directly.
After saying that, I felt a little worried again.
Feng Yingheng won’t be angry, right?
Seeing that he didn't look angry at all, and there was even a brief smile in his eyes, Lu Qingqing felt relieved.
——Even though this smile existed for a very short time, she was sure it really existed.
It's strange to say, facing this lone pine-like figure on an iceberg, one should be both reserved and fearful. After all, even Ji Weilan, who grew up in the Yunmiao Sect, was like a mouse seeing a cat when he saw Feng Yingheng.
But she just felt that her master was not scary.
She felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when she first met him, and the second time gave her a sense of security, so she changed her words without thinking.
Lu Qingqing couldn't figure out the reason.
I can only sigh that the way people get along with each other is truly mysterious.
"I'm leaving." Feng Yingheng had somehow returned to her usual graceful state and stood up. "You continue reading."
"Yes, Master." Lu Qingqing smiled brightly and went to open the door obediently. "Master, take care."
Feng Yingheng mounted the sword and flew into the sky, then stopped in mid-air.
Through the swirling mist and the gaps between the grass and trees, the head immersed in studying in front of the window on the second floor of the courtyard looked a little... cute.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he shook his head helplessly.
Just look for this trouble.
After so many years of the same old routine, it seems like something new could be a good idea.
The next moment, Feng Yingheng put away his barely perceptible smile, turned around, and flew straight into the clouds on his sword, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
…
The Yunmiao Sect's apprenticeship ceremony was even more solemn than Lu Qingqing had imagined.
Everyone in the sect, from the sect master to the outer disciples cleaning the place, as long as they are not in seclusion, must watch the ceremony.
Lu Qingqing, wearing a brand new Taoist robe and shoes, under the auspices of Ji Haozhi, burned incense to the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers, and kowtowed in front of the portraits of all the successive leaders of the Yunmiao Sect.
The current sect leader, Zhao Sanmiao, is a skinny old man with white hair and beard. If it weren't for the value bar showing that he has reached the late stage of fusion, others might think he is just a kind old man next door.
Zhao Sanmiao personally put on the auspicious cloud jade hairpin for Lu Qingqing, which represented the inner disciples of the Yunmiao Sect, and patted her head gently.
This represents the sect leader's affirmation and blessing to the disciples.
What followed was a series of one-on-one ceremonies with Feng Yingheng.
In the world of cultivating immortals, masters and disciples must swear an oath to each other when they form a bond.
The master loves his disciples, strives to teach them, and instructs them on their character; the disciples respect their master, practice diligently, and take it as their responsibility to bring glory to the master's school.
The apprentice then offered tea to the master, and finally the master personally wrote down the apprentice's name in the book.
Feng Yingheng was dressed in a Taoist robe, a jade crown on his head, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, and he looked handsome and looked like a god from heaven.
He wrote Lu Qingqing's name after his own.
After the last stroke was made, golden light flowed between the two names, connecting their bond in this life.
The ceremony is over.
Lu Qingqing officially became Feng Yingheng's disciple.
"Master." Her eyes gleamed, her throat tightening. "I will definitely practice diligently in the future and live up to the sect and your cultivation and guidance."
Feng Yingheng had no expression on his face as usual, but the slight ripples in his eyes revealed a little of his mood.
Lu Qingqing heard him say, "Okay."
As the sunlight shone down, Feng Yingheng seemed to be glowing, which made Lu Qingqing a little dazed.
Feng Yingheng then took out a jade pendant from his Qiankun bag.
"I didn't prepare any special gifts, so this is for you."
Lu Qingqing respectfully took it with both hands, "Thank you, Master."
The jade pendant is slightly cool to the touch, white and lustrous, with a pair of phoenixes engraved on it. It is not exquisite, but has a kind of simple and pure beauty.
She solemnly put the jade pendant around her waist.
"Great, that's great!" Qian Peng laughed heartily, waving a palm-leaf fan. "I never thought I'd see Xiao Heng's gentle and amiable side in this lifetime. Qingqing, your master really treasures you!"
Lu Qingqing was confused and felt like she was lost in a fog.
Feng Yingheng's mouth twitched for a moment, but he said nothing.
Ji Haozhi, who always had a kind face, explained, "This piece of jade was passed down from Xiaoheng's mother's family. It was originally intended for him to give it to his wife, but he became an immortal. We all thought he would give it to his Taoist partner, but unexpectedly, it was given to his disciple in the end."
Lu Qingqing was stunned.
Then, his heart was filled with swells of emotion again, and he couldn't help but look up at his master.
The latter looked at her, his expression not tense, revealing a hint of discomfort.
Just because of this little "accident", Lu Qingqing felt that the image of her master suddenly became much more vivid.
"Two senior brothers, you talk too much." Feng Yingheng's expression returned to normal, and his arrogant demeanor was fully revealed.
"I'm telling the truth." Qian Peng said with a smile, "I thought you would never give the jade away in your life, but in the end you gave it to your precious disciple."
Lu Qingqing: ...
Feng Yingheng: ...
"Okay, stop teasing Ying Heng. He finally got a disciple, so naturally he has to love him more." The one who smoothed things over was the third uncle Lan Wan.
The number one female medicine practitioner in Taiji Continent has a face as white as autumn water and an extraordinary temperament. She looks like a fairy in her white clothes and is even more stunning than Ji Weilan described.
"That's right." The Sect Master also spoke, "If Xiao Heng refuses to accept disciples in the future because of your troubles, I will hold you responsible."
The mature Qian Peng acted like a child in front of the Sect Master. Suddenly, he stamped his feet and curled his lips, "Master, you are partial to Xiao Heng. I won't accept it!"
"After all these years, haven't you gotten used to it yet?" Ji Haozhi joined the jealous battle, his tone pitiful, "We are just not loved, alas."
Feng Yingheng: ...
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Qian Peng and Ji Haozhi's disciples all looked at their master with disdain and moved aside silently.
The other disciples looked as if they were used to it, but it was obvious that they were all trying to hold back their laughter.
"Alright." Lan Wan held her forehead with her hand. "Big Brother, Second Brother, you two are hundreds of years old. Can you be more steady and set a good example for the younger generation?"
"Hey..." The Sect Master stood up from his seat and rubbed his head. "I've been buzzing with the noise of you brats since I got back. I'd better go on a journey."
After saying this, he disappeared in a flash.
Lu Qingqing was shocked. What kind of vanishing technique was this? A superpower about to enter the Tribulation Crossing Stage must be almost as powerful as a deity, right?
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