Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

After staying in the palace for two consecutive days, the master was almost quarreled by the disciples who worshipped Xing. Many people walked into the hall and asked, "Master, when can we see the elder? It's been so long."

"It should be here soon. He is in our sect's Yueyang Palace. You may want to go and have a look."

The disciples asked again, "Master, we heard that this elder is unwilling to accept disciples. Is there no way for you to let him accept us?"

The head of the sect said helplessly, "Sincerity can move mountains. As long as you are determined, I might be able to accept two of you."

After dealing with this group of troublesome disciples, the headmaster felt relieved.

"I don't know if Reimu will accept them."

Elder Xingchen said, "It's hard for these disciples to even see him once. It's a great fortune to be able to see him once in three months."

He turned to Elder Qingyue and said, "Qingyue, don't you think so?"

Elder Qingyue shook his head. "Although he is dead and no one knows where he is, he wrote a book for my son, detailing every detail. It includes all the solutions to the errors that occur. It is not easy. If we were asked to write it, we might not be able to do it."

The head of the sect said, "Then, let him write a few more books." Elder Qingyue stroked his beard.

"I don't know why he is willing to accept my son as his disciple, he is such a powerful person."

"I am blessed," Elder Qingyue said without hesitation, "Of course."

The head of the sect said, "Now all the sects in the upper cultivation world want to invite him, and I don't know if he will leave here."

Elder Qingyue affirmed, "No, he is not that kind of person."

The elders talked for a while, but still couldn't think of a way to get him to accept disciples. It seemed they could only leave it to fate.

Seeing that Mu Qinghan had been practicing for half a day, Xie Jingshu took him out to practice swordplay. When he stepped out of the door, he saw a group of people kneeling on the ground.

Xie Jingshu was stunned for a moment. He had seen tens of thousands of times more people kneeling before, but what were these people doing here? Without waiting for him to speak,

Mu Qinghan rushed over, "What are you doing here? This is my master's place, go back," All the disciples knelt down,

"Elder, please accept us as your disciples," Xie Jingshu was a little annoyed. He was already overwhelmed by having two disciples. Not to mention the pitch-black area, even if he stayed up day and night, it would not work.

He walked towards his bedroom, out of sight, out of mind; out of ear, out of hearing; he really didn't have time to accept these disciples.

He walked in and closed the door, but felt it was too suffocating to hide like this. He always did what he wanted to do, and he didn't expect so many people to come here together. There must be someone's instructions.

He walked out, his face sullen, "I will not accept any more disciples, all of you go back."

The people over there didn't move at all. Xie Jingshu turned around and walked into the palace. Things seemed to be a bit troublesome, but at worst he could just wait inside for Ye Fengci to recover and then send him back.

Swordsmanship cannot be practiced outside. Xie Jingshu asked Mu Qinghan to clear a piece of open space. After he demonstrated two sets of swordsmanship,

Sitting back next to Ye Fengci, he watched Mu Qinghan's actions.

"Master, I got it,"

Mu Qinghan's talent is not bad, he will be able to learn with a little guidance. After thinking about it, Xie Jingshu decided to meet the headmaster.

"You two, stay here and I'll go see the headmaster."

What's the matter with throwing so many people at him? "Okay, Master,"

In the main hall, "Elder Lingmeng, you are finally back. The disciples are arguing and want to see you," the sect leader was at a loss and tried to persuade him again.

Xie Jingshu said, "Master, I can't even take care of one disciple, so I really don't have time to accept others."

Elder Qingyue stepped forward and said, "Lingmeng, is that kid disobedient again? Come back and I will teach him a lesson."

"Master Qingyue is joking. He is very obedient and does well in training."

The head of the sect said, "Elder Lingmeng, is it true that we can't accept any more?"

"No," Xie Jingshu said and left. Not long after, he returned to the palace and saw Mu Qinghan sitting beside him, looking as if he had made a mistake.

Xie Jingshu didn't know what happened, so he asked Bai Jin who was hiding nearby, "What happened just now?"

Bai Jin pointed at Ye Fengci, "They were arguing."

"What?" Xie Jingshu didn't want to believe his ears. This was just their first meeting.

"Master, I..."

Mu Qinghan felt very embarrassed, and after a while he felt as if he had caused trouble. Xie Jingshu did not blame him for anything, as they had always been like this whenever they met.

"You go over there and practice,"

"Master, you are not angry, are you?"

"There's nothing to be angry about," Xie Jingshu sat aside. It seemed that Ye Fengci's injury had improved a lot. He woke up a few more times.

"Master, in a few days, it will be the monthly review of the sect. I didn't go when you were away. I will definitely be first this time."

Xie Jingshu felt that cultivation was more important, and there was no point in being happy after defeating others. "It's useless to brag, just practice hard." After practicing for a few days, the monthly evaluation came.

On the first day of every new month, the sect’s disciples would have competitions, and Ye Fengci could also leave.

Xie Jingshu took him to see it. The three of them stood there and immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

"Hey, look, who is standing next to Elder Reimu?"

"Yeah, she's really good looking,"

"I understand. The elder recruits people based on their appearance," Ye Fengci stood in the sun, with blond hair, golden pupils, big round eyes, a high nose bridge, and a face that was perfect to no avail, but there was a hint of coldness between his brows.

The younger female disciples were whispering to each other.

"Who do you think is better-looking, the elder or him?" "I think the elder is better-looking." "I think he is better-looking."

They were quite far away, so Ye Fengci didn't hear it, but Xie Jingshu and Mu Qinghan both heard it.

Suddenly, he was a little unconvinced. "What's so good about him?" Xie Jingshu said.

They are just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart," Ye Fengci turned his head,

"How dare you compare yourself to me, a mere mortal—"

Xie Jingshu immediately sealed his mouth, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Mu Qinghan is a chatterbox who doesn't spare anyone; Ye Fengci insults others as soon as he opens his mouth, and his insults are so severe that they kill people and hurt their hearts.

"I am a mortal, are you a fairy from heaven?"

"I, God——" Xie Jingshu gritted his teeth and completely sealed Ye Fengci's mouth with magic. He knew what he was going to say without even thinking.

"What's the magic?" Mu Qinghan didn't finish listening when he saw Ye Fengci being sealed by Xie Jingshu's magic.

Clapping his hands and laughing, "Hey, you can't say it anymore, you annoying guy,"

Even though Ye Fengci couldn't speak, he mouthed, "Idiot,"

Xie Jingshu hardened his heart and sealed the two people's mouths. They stood here for only an incense stick and never stopped talking. Most of the elders were also here. When they saw Xie Jingshu with a blond boy, they all came over.

"Reimu, this is..." Xie Jingshu removed the spells from the two people.

"My disciple,"

"Blond hair and golden eyes, this child is..." Seeing Ye Fengci was about to speak again,

He interrupted immediately, "He is just an ordinary man, who encountered some things when he was born, and he became like this."

Ye Fengci was about to say something but was glared back at. He didn't dare to speak and tried to pull Xie Jingshu's hand. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xie Jingshu could only pretend that nothing had happened.

After a few pleasantries, the competition officially began. Looking at the two people fighting on the stage, Ye Fengci chuckled and laughed, "What kind of fight are you, trash."

Xie Jingshu said angrily, "If you dare to say another word of nonsense, you will be punished to kneel down."

Ye Fengci shut up in dismay. Mu Qinghan said again, "You are so amazing."

Xie Jingshu had kept the two of them quite a distance apart, so Ye Fengci didn't hear clearly. "What did you say? Speak louder. Have you not eaten?"

Mu Qinghan walked up to him and said, "You are so powerful." "I can chop off your head with one knife."

Ye Fengci still couldn't change, but he wasn't exaggerating.

Mu Qinghan also got angry, "Okay, then I'll chop off your head too."