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"I am willing!"

Yan Feichen's unhesitating voice resounded through the hall, and the surroundings fell silent, and all of them looked at "You are wise" in unison.

Emperor Qinglian accepts disciples openly, this is a great opportunity, something that cannot be obtained even if you ask for it.

If possible, those peak masters would want to kick Yan Feichen himself.

Wu Huazun, one of the first three statues, also changed his laziness at this time, straightened his posture and said, "But I don't know how many apprentices the emperor wants to accept this time? These children are talented, but they are not top-notch. If the emperor is interested, You can order Yuanxi to travel around and pick a few suitable candidates to bring back."

The head teacher also agrees after hearing the words.

"No need."

Emperor Qinglian refused indifferently.

White clothes with wide sleeves, black hair like a waterfall, the whole body seems to be shrouded in a layer of cold air, it seems real and illusion, but it is not a person in the world.

He raised his hand suddenly, his sleeves fell on the green lotus, and said to Yan Feichen, "Come here."

Yan Feichen couldn't help walking over.

A crystal clear jade pendant gradually condensed from Emperor Qinglian's palm, and then the jade pendant automatically flew down and hung on Yan Feichen's waist.

Yan Feichen bowed down with a feeling in his heart: "I pay my respects to Master."

The moment he bowed down, his whole body suddenly flew up into the air, and landed lightly on Qinglian.

Yan Feichen looked at the white shadow who was close at hand, and his breath stopped for a moment.

"From now on, he will be my only apprentice." Emperor Qinglian glanced around lightly, "I will not accept another one."

Like a declaration, also like a warning.

Wu Huazun lowered his head, cupped his hands and said, "Follow the emperor's order."

Emperor Qinglian stopped talking and led the people away.

As soon as he left, everyone looked at each other in dismay, one glance at each other, they communicated silently, and threw those disciples aside.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, the mountains are undulating, and a green lotus floats by.

The snow-white sleeves rubbed against his cheeks, Yan Feichen couldn't help raising his head, and looked at the white shadow beside him without blinking.

After a while, at the bottom of a mountain peak, Qinglian suddenly dispersed.

Looking up, there are towering steps.

Emperor Qinglian stepped up a step, and stretched out his hand to Yan Feichen: "Come."

Yan Feichen held his breath, put his hand on his palm, looked at his back, and followed him up step by step.

Among the clear water and green mountains, the sleeves of clothes are fluttering.

Yan Feichen looked at it, and couldn't help calling: "Master."

"What's the matter?"

In fact, Yan Feichen was fine, but seeing that he didn't say a word, he wanted him to say a few more words, and after thinking about it, he asked, "Master, why did you accept me as a disciple?"

Emperor Qinglian said: "Because you are very good."

very good?

He was born with no veins, and he hadn't made any achievements in three years. No one expected him to achieve anything, and his family expelled him without mentioning it, and even his biological parents no longer cared about him.

But Master said——Are you fine?

Although Yan Feichen was young and mature, he still smiled a little when he heard this.

Because he himself is very sure that he will not be worse than anyone else.

This feeling of being recognized is surprisingly good.

Moreover, the words spoken from Master's mouth are always extraordinarily trustworthy.

Yue Mo is that Master is so pretty.

Yan Feichen raised his head to meet that flawless face, many thoughts involuntarily flashed through his mind.

Judging from the reactions of the three Qiongshan venerables, the master's strength must be extremely strong, and his status must be extremely high. Although he still looks like a cool young man in white clothes, his actual age may not be what he appears on the surface.

"Here we are." Emperor Qinglian suddenly said.

After walking 98 steps and climbing to the top of the mountain, what comes into view is a suspended palace, hidden among the green mountains and white clouds, with waterfalls flowing down the current, and the breeze blowing the branches and leaves, among which there is a cave.

Yan Feichen's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, only this kind of residence is worthy of someone like his master.

"Where do you like to live?" Emperor Qinglian took his hand and led him around, letting him choose where to live.

Yan Feichen said: "Wherever Master lives, I will live there."

Emperor Qinglian was startled, looked at him, then nodded, and arranged a room for him in the main hall, "It's getting late, you should rest well, come and find me tomorrow morning."

Yan Feichen didn't want him to leave from the bottom of his heart, so he grabbed his sleeve, taking advantage of the child's natural weakness, and said deliberately: "I'm new here, and I feel so uneasy, can Master accompany me here?"

Emperor Qinglian gave him a strange look, "Are you afraid?"

Yan Feichen didn't feel any fear at all, but he still nodded bravely: "Yes."

Emperor Qinglian was silent for a moment, and raised his hand to cover his forehead, "I won't go, you go to sleep."

Yan Feichen was pressed down by him and lay down, still looking at him with his eyes open.

Emperor Qinglian lowered his palms, covering his eyes.

This way of teasing children... Yan Feichen smiled, and finally closed his eyes.

These days, maybe he has something on his mind, he has never had a good night's sleep, until today, under the watchful eyes of the people around him, it was as if a big stone had landed in his heart, and he fell into sleep easily.

After he fell asleep, Emperor Qinglian looked faintly in a certain direction, showing an almost angry expression, then closed his eyes, and returned to his iceberg appearance.

Emperor Qinglian looked down at the sleeping Yan Feichen, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and his brows gradually frowned.

The next day, Yan Feichen was woken up by the sunlight falling from the window.

Next to the bed was a set of clean aqua blue robes, which were similar to those worn by Lin Yuanxi and the others, but there were some differences in the details, which seemed to be related to the change of identity.

Yan Feichen changed his clothes and glanced in the mirror when he went out.

In the mirror was a seven or eight-year-old boy, who was made even more handsome by the aqua blue suit. His face was immature, but his expression was unbelievably calm and mature.

There is always a deep sense of disobedience.

I don't know where this sense of incongruity comes from.

Walking outside the hall, Yan Feichen immediately saw two people standing not far away, one was his master Qinglian Emperor, and the other was also an acquaintance - Lin Yuanxi who brought him to Qiongshan.

Seeing him coming, Lin Yuanxi opened his mouth, cupped his hands and laughed and said, "I thought there was an extra junior, but I didn't expect that there was an extra senior. I've seen the junior."

Emperor Qinglian's seniority is too high, if it is really counted by seniority, even the head teacher would have to call Yan Feichen a master uncle, so after the head teacher and others discussed, they still let Yan Feichen be their peers.

They can't be allowed to call a junior "Master Uncle".

They can't hold back their old faces when they say it.

Yan Feichen took his time and returned a salute calmly.

Lin Yuanxi secretly exclaimed, this child has such a good heart, which is almost the only one he has ever seen in his life.For another person, if he could worship Emperor Qinglian as his teacher and be of the same generation as Qiongshan's head teacher, he might be so excited, how could he be so calm?

So when Lin Yuanxi looked at Yan Feichen, he also showed some sincere appreciation and admiration.

A person who can be recognized by Emperor Qinglian must have something unique.

The so-called 30 years of Hedong, 30 years of Hedong, don't bully the young and poor.

"Dijun, the things have been delivered, and the younger generation will leave first."

"Ah."

After Lin Yuanxi left, Emperor Qinglian turned around and asked, "Have you rested?"

Yan Feichen was about to nod his head when he saw him pointing over, right between his eyebrows.

"It's not that you can't practice because you're born with a dead vein," Emperor Qinglian's fingertips lit up with a bright light, "You look after it."

Yan Feichen felt a chill all over his body, and then there seemed to be a force unblocking the blocked tendons, reaching directly to the lungs, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of dirty blood.

Then a white light flashed in front of his eyes, as if after being baptized, his whole body became lighter, and the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth impatiently merged into his body.

Before he could react, he heard the sudden thunder in the air.

"Master!" Yan Feichen raised his head and grabbed Emperor Qinglian's hand.

Emperor Qinglian was very calm and continued to teach him the method of cultivation.

A few thick thunderbolts struck down, but it was as if they were hitting a thick barrier, and they couldn't hurt the two of them in the slightest.

Yan Feichen heaved a sigh of relief, rows of small golden characters slowly emerged in his mind, densely packed, and there were even transparent villains demonstrating everything taught by the golden characters.

"From today, you will practice according to this. If you don't understand something, you can ask."

Yan Feichen originally thought that Emperor Qinglian would personally teach him how to practice, but when he heard this, he felt a little lost, and couldn't help asking: "If there is nothing wrong, can you also go to see the master?"

Emperor Qinglian nodded: "Of course."

He said it casually, but Yan Feichen took it to heart.

"You haven't bigu yet, go and eat something." Emperor Qinglian led him back to the hall, the table was already full of meals brought by Lin Yuanxi.

Yan Feichen ate a few mouthfuls, and Emperor Qinglian sat there watching quietly.

"Master, do you want to try it too?" Yan Feichen felt that the food was good, so he smiled and wanted to pull him along.

Emperor Qinglian shook his head slightly, and said truthfully: "I have been fasting for many years, and I can't taste the taste of food."

Yan Feichen always felt uncomfortable eating alone, as if it should be two people together.

But his master sat by the side like an ice sculpture, indifferent, fairy-like, and beautiful, but there was a sense of alienation for no reason, which made people dare not presumptuously in front of him.

Yan Feichen put down his chopsticks, and suddenly walked up to him, looking at him like a little adult.

Emperor Qinglian said: "What's the matter?"

Yan Feichen took his hand and said in a low voice, "Master, can you give me a smile?"

"...Why?" Emperor Qinglian tilted her head subconsciously and asked expressionlessly.

He hadn't laughed for more than 100 years, and he really didn't know how to laugh.

Yan Feichen didn't know why, although he had the appearance of a child, he really couldn't show the appearance of a child, so he said: "Master must be very good-looking when he smiles, and—"

It shouldn't be so indifferent when you smile.

He made up his mind, wanting to break this alienation and indifference as soon as possible.

Emperor Qinglian thought, why did this apprentice make such unreasonable demands?

That's it.

After thinking about it, if you accept an apprentice, you should take good care of it.

Just laugh.

Emperor Qinglian tried to raise the corners of her mouth, and showed a very light smile at Yan Feichen, like a puff of smoke, which disappeared in an instant.

Then in a blink of an eye, it returned to the appearance of the flower of Gaoling.

Yan Feichen was dumbfounded.

It's strange—why does he want to kiss Shizun a little bit?

The author has something to say: Mr. Gu has only been banned in his memory, but his thinking and temperament have not changed, but he is confined in the shell of a child → → the rice bag is cold and arrogant in less than three seconds