Rebirth: Holding on to the golden thigh and showing off

Shang Xichen looked at the thick letter in front of him with despair.

He is just the young master, and these are not things he should deal with. Ji Chengfeng's back in the distance looks so relaxed and leisurely.

Shang Xichen looked left and right, and while the elder at the door didn't notice him, the puppet sat on the chair for him and read the letter.

He secretly slipped back to the yard and completely secluded himself.

"It would be a waste of my talent if I don't study all these pill recipes carefully instead of reading those miscellaneous letters." Shang Xichen looked at the pill recipe he had been researching on the table.

How could he not be considered a genius?

"I knew you would run away." Ji Chengfeng's voice sounded like an emotionless puppet. Why was this child so disobedient?

How could he feel at ease handing over Yao Zong to Shang Xichen? He had to train him well.

"Master, why are you here!" Shang Xichen couldn't believe that his escape method, which he thought no one would notice, was so clumsy.

"No, no, I don't want to go back to read the letter. Master, please have mercy on me and let me go. I am just a child, how can you be so cruel?"

"Xichen, be good. You can do this when you find the next young master." Ji Chengfeng directly pulled Shang Xichen away.

He has been waiting for this moment for a long time. How could he let Shang Xichen sneak away? These little tricks were just what he had played. His freedom was coming.

"Then can I find a young master for you now?" Shang Xichen immediately thought of Zhang Shanting.

"Of course, you can. You have to pass the assessment of the sect elders. Your character and morals must also be good. Your cultivation must be similar to yours. Your appearance must not be bad either. After all, you represent the sect." Ji Chengfeng said a lot.

I think he was in the same situation back then. He wanted to find a replacement sheep, but never found one. Later, he silently accepted the sect's arrangement and became the head.

After much thought, Shang Xichen decided that only Zhang Shanting agreed with his request.

"Okay, don't think about running away. Just watch this and you can go and make the elixir. Someone is watching your every move." Ji Chengfeng said and left.

He is going back to make the elixir. If you have any questions, please find the young master. If the master has something to do, please do not disturb him.

"Wow..." Shang Xichen cried while reading the letter.

Ten furnaces exploded in the alchemy room and need to be repurchased; herbal seeds need to be repurchased; new winter clothes for the disciples need to be prepared; the disciples' appetite has increased and more spiritual beast meat needs to be purchased...

These are all trivial matters. Do they need to be handled by the master?

What do the elders of a sect do? They eat free meals, right?

The more Shang Xichen thought about it, the angrier he became. He didn't want to spend most of his life living in these trivial matters. How could he get Zhang Shanting to take over his job?

The so-called knowing yourself and your enemy means you will be victorious in every battle.

Shang Xichen began to observe what Zhang Shanting valued most. Apart from Xiahou Huihui, Zhang Shanting even ignored his father, Elder Dongyang.

This is easy to handle.

"Junior Sister Huihui, I think you are meticulous in your work, and I would like you to assist me in handling the affairs of the sect." Shang Xichen ignored Zhang Shanting's unfriendly look.

Compared with the happy life in the future, this shortsightedness is nothing.

"Young Master, I...I don't feel like I'm up to the task." Xiahou Huihui looked at Zhang Shanting nervously, holding the teacup in her hand even tighter.

"How do you know if you don't try? Come tomorrow and I will teach you slowly. I believe in you." Shang Xichen had already thought of Xiahou Huihui coming, and Zhang Shanting might not be at ease to follow.

When the time comes, we will hand over the sect to the two of them. It will be less tiring for a man and a woman to work together.

"Okay." Xiahou Huihui glanced at Zhang Shanting and finally agreed. She couldn't refuse other people's requests.

Zhang Shanting looked at Shang Xichen who was walking humming a song, and then at Xiahou Huihui who had a conflicted look on her face, and a plan secretly formed in his mind.

Shang Xichen slept exceptionally well tonight and had no dreams all night.

"Young Master, you have to finish dealing with these letters before you can leave the yard. This is the master's instruction." The elder of the Medicine Sect stopped Shang Xichen who wanted to go out.

Sect Leader Ji Chengfeng specifically told them that if the young sect leader escaped, they would be in trouble.

Shang Xichen looked at the letter that was taller than him. He couldn't believe that the elder's warm mouth could say such cold words. He was so sad.

"Please invite Xiahou Huihui over." Shang Xichen could only vent his emotions by reading the letters because he couldn't do anything else.

Shang Xichen waited and waited, and finally the elder returned, but he was alone, and Xiahou Huihui was nowhere to be seen.

"Young Sect Master, Zhang Shanting has taken Xiahou Huihui out for training."

Shang Xichen waited for this sentence for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses. What does it mean to go out for experience?

He knew it was Zhang Shanting who was the bad guy.

He is angry!

Who can save him!

Shang Xichen lives in dire straits every day. All he sees are letters from the sect. This has become a demon in his heart.

His body became thinner and thinner, and he even lost interest in refining the elixir.

He was poisoned, poisoned by the sect's letter, and the doctor couldn't heal himself.

But the head master and the elders all said that he was not poisoned and that he should just relax. He was pushing himself too hard and that the sect's letters could be dealt with slowly as there was plenty of time.

Shang Xichen suddenly woke up. This must be an illusion. The head master and the elders would not treat him like this.

He burned the sect's letters.

The masters and elders around him kept asking Shang Xichen why he did this, and their figures gradually faded away.

Shang Xichen let out a long sigh, it was indeed an illusion.

He was scared to death, but he couldn't let the illusion come true.

......

Ling Jing looked at Chu Yan and felt that she was particularly well-behaved today. She finally listened and didn't run outside. He found it a little unbelievable.

It seemed that everything was going as he expected, but it also felt a little weird.

"Senior Brother Ling Jing, do you think my sword dance is correct?" Chu Yan, dressed in white, danced gracefully with a sharp sword in her hand. She looked at Ling Jing with a sweet smile.

There were many fellow brothers and fellow students watching around, they all clapped and cheered, Junior Sister Chu Yan was so beautiful.

"Junior Sister Chu Yan, you are very talented. You will surpass me in the future." Ling Jing felt that Chu Yan's sword dancing was about both form and spirit, and she already had the rudiments of both form and spirit.

"I also learned from Senior Brother Ling Jing."

Ling Jing felt a little jealous when he saw Chu Yan chatting and laughing with other fellow disciples. He had already developed a crush on Chu Yan, but unfortunately Chu Yan didn't seem to know it.

How can he make Chu Yan see his true feelings?

"Brother Ling Jing, I made some pastries for you to try. You are the first one to eat them."

"Brother Ling Jing, what Master said is so difficult, I don't understand, please teach me, you are the best."

"Brother Ling Jing, the gate in my yard is broken. Please help me fix it. I will thank you very much."

Ling Jing really wanted to ask Chu Yan how she would thank him properly and whether she would marry him.

Chu Yan appears in his life all the time. He misses her terribly when she is not there for one day. How can he make Chu Yan his own?

Ling Jing was in pain.

Especially when seeing other junior brothers getting in close contact with Chu Yan.