Disciples commit suicide every day [Transmigration Book]

Huo Xunxian stood on the main hall calmly, no matter how others persuaded him, he would only say one thing - he has admired Master Xie for a long time, and he only wants to worship him.

Jin Shengyuan frowned secretly, deeply feeling that this kid doesn't know how to praise, if it wasn't for the rare mutated wind-type heavenly spirit root, how could he have the face to send out such a multi-infant god to recruit disciples?

Unexpectedly, he was still not happy, so he insisted on joining Xie Qing as his disciple.

Relying on talent and arrogance, no one is in the eyes!

"Nephew Xie killed his fellow disciples, please think about the mistakes in Youshui Canyon, and refuse to take a step, I am afraid that he has no intention of accepting disciples now, you are so talented, why do you have to force it, and your own practice will be delayed for nothing." There are still elders who are still painstaking advise.

It's not easy for them to send such a genius, and it's worth spending a little more time talking.

"As far as sincerity is concerned, gold and stone are the best. I am willing to start as an ordinary disciple. I believe Elder Xie will see my sincerity." Huo Xun smiled and said neither humble nor overbearing.

What a joke, how could he worship others as his teacher!

Although he has a very good attitude, he just refuses to listen to persuasion, and he is determined to worship Xie Qingrang as his teacher.

Some elders who are not well-mannered and not open-minded enough have pulled their faces, full of displeasure, this kid really doesn't know what to do.

Jin Shengyuan shook his head, just as Shen Xingchen stepped in.

"Master, I have already asked my junior brother, he really has no intention of accepting disciples."

Huo Xun was still smiling, without changing his expression.

The master is not willing to accept others, but he is definitely willing to accept him. As long as he is allowed to see the master, everything is easy to talk about.

Jin Shengyuan saw that he was persevering to the end, and thought in his heart, with his qualifications, it is naturally the most suitable to join Xie Qingrang's sect, maybe he came here for this, after all, Xie Qingrang has his own inheritance. What a secret, Feng Linggen is rare, and there are not many good exercises. It is entirely possible to come to the door to learn from a teacher for the exercises.

Otherwise, with such a talent, it's not like Xie Qingrang who is ignorant and doesn't know that he is led into the sect by himself, and which sect he goes to is not regarded as a treasure.

in fact……

If it was in the past, with Xie Qingrang's temperament, it would be a matter of time before he handed over his exercises, but now Xie Qingrang has a heart demon, his temperament is very surly, and he refuses to listen to others.

Forget it, it's fine to let this kid bump into a wall, if he can really coax Xie Qingrang, that's his ability.

Thinking of this, he smiled gently, and encouraged him: "In this case, then you should be a registered disciple first. Whether you can be picked up by Qing Rang and accepted as a disciple depends on your ability."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something again: "Speaking of which, Qing Rangyuan also has a disciple, Ai Ruo Zhang Zhu, whose name is the same as yours, but the surname is different, maybe you have some fate, haha."

He originally wanted to tell Huo Xun the reason why Xie Qingrang refused to accept disciples, but Huo Xun was delighted when he heard this, "Is that really the case? That's really great."

Jin Shengyuan choked, thinking that he and Xie Qingrang were destined, he waved his hand and didn't want to talk to him.

Shen Xing glanced over lightly.

Huo Xun looked at him without fear, and gave him a toothy smile, slender and handsome eyes with slightly hooked tails, extremely beautiful.

Shen Xing paused for a moment, feeling a little puzzled, feeling that there seemed to be an abyss of coldness in his eyes, and when he looked carefully, it was clear that black and white were clear and innocent.

He couldn't see through this young man a little bit, and felt a little displeased in his heart, so he just nodded coldly as a greeting.

Huo Xun didn't care, he still smiled and backed away.

**

That night.

Taking advantage of the cover of the night, Huo Xun sneaked to the small bamboo peak, tentatively touching the restriction.

In the next moment, the restriction was indeed opened as he imagined.

He bent his eyes and smiled, not the kind of smile that seemed sincere but fake when facing outsiders, but a smile from the heart.

Sure enough, the master did not change the restriction, the only person who was open was him, even if he was gone, it was still the same as before.

He stood in front of the familiar bamboo building and opened the door excitedly.

He went to his room, everything was exactly the same as before, the wind chime made of red feathers hanging on the windowsill was made from the feathers of the big fat chicken he ate when he and Master first met, his bowl Dishes, quilts, toys, odds and ends, he has everything a child can think of.

They are all made by the master.

How lucky is it for him to meet such a good master.

Huo Xun walked around the house, his nose was a little sore, he wiped his face, closed the door and went out, ran to the woods on the back mountain, and dug out the jar of wine that he buried with his master back then.

Then, with the wine in hand, I rushed to Youshui Canyon.

The woods under the dark night are particularly terrifying, but he didn't notice it at all, and rushed to the cliff at a fast speed, and then jumped.

He carefully controlled his body and slowly fell to the bottom of the canyon. It was so dark that his hands could not be seen, and the moonlight could not shine in at all.

When he thought of the fact that Master had been living in this dark place because of him, he was moved, felt guilty, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

He released his consciousness to explore and came to the cage-like bamboo house, and carefully touched the restraint: "Master..."

Xie Qingrang woke up from the meditation and frowned. Is this the so-called new genius disciple who wants to worship him as a teacher?

Huh, Huo Xun?

Counting the plot, it's time for the protagonist to come.

It's just that he remembered that the protagonist came to him under the guise of Shan Mu Linggen, but now he turned into Shan Feng Linggen?The inertia of this plot is too great.

He closed his eyes again, ignoring it, anyway, the protagonist will not die if he dies, if he is willing to be cold outside, then let it be.

It is absolutely impossible for him to accept disciples.

In this life, he will only have one apprentice, Ah Xun.

Huo Xun waited miserably outside for most of the night, counting the time, it might be almost dawn outside.

He couldn't help but looked at the bamboo house with some sorrow, the master's heart was too cruel, he was a poor little boy who couldn't even build a foundation, the master could not bear to let him freeze like this.

If this continues, he really won't be able to hold on anymore.

"Master..." He touched the restriction again, unwilling to leave like this.

Seeing that his face, which had been eroded by the cold, turned pale and was crumbling, but still refused to leave, Xie Qingrang did not open the restriction to let him in.

Huo Xun was quite happy to see him like this, the more honest his master was to others, the more he valued himself.

He was even more unwilling to leave, gritted his teeth and resisted, even if he fainted, he would faint by Master's side!