Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

Since becoming a disciple, Zhu Zheng's life has become extremely busy.

She was raised in the boudoir since she was a child. Although she liked the fun, she didn't dare to play openly. Over time, she learned a unique way of playing.

Most of the fellow disciples in Yutian Temple are of similar age, and are too old to sit still. They usually abide by the temple rules and dare not play too recklessly.

Taking advantage of the name of junior sister, Chong Hongzi vividly demonstrated what it meant to turn a blind eye. Within a few days, Zhu Zheng was making great success by leading everyone to explore strange and weird ways of playing in the mountains.

But no matter how much you play, you won’t feel busy when you are playing.

I was so busy that I had no time to rest. My story started from the morning classes a few days after I became his disciple.

During a break in morning classes one day, Ji Ying casually asked Zhu Zheng, "Are there any fun things in Shengjing?" Zhu Zheng guessed that they probably wanted to hear about their senior brother's experiences in Shengjing, so she exaggerated a few things.

Zhu Zheng has a talent that is not very useful. Perhaps it is because she has read too many strange stories, so no matter what the story is, once she tells it, it becomes fascinating, humorous and exciting.

Unexpectedly, this talent shocked everyone in Yutian Temple.

The simple chat was off to a good start. Ji Ying listened with great interest and directly called a group of people to come and listen.

After Zhu Zheng finished telling a story, a group of people still surrounded her, calling her "Junior Sister" and "Junior Sister" in high and low voices, and pestering Zhu Zheng to tell more.

By the time the morning class was over on the third day, Ji Ying had already set up the tables and chairs in the next room, put up a screen, and even got a gavel from somewhere and stuffed it into Zhu Zheng's hand.

Just like that, she inexplicably became a storyteller and continued to tell stories for several days in a row. In no time, she had told the whole story of Rong Yan.

This really couldn't be blamed on her. After all, her friendship with Rong Yan was very shallow in Shengjing, and even if she searched through the memories of her two lifetimes, she still knew very little.

From big deeds like the Grand Tutor's disaster relief and flood control to small deeds like his attendant Liu Feng often helping old ladies... they have all been told over and over again.

But his group of fellow junior brothers listened to all this with gusto. Zhu Zheng couldn't bear to spoil their fun, so he began to randomly transfer some deeds he saw in the storybooks to the respectable and admirable Taifu. Then the story became more and more bizarre, and he almost made Rong Yan into a great immortal with three heads and six arms, who could turn beans into soldiers.

I thought such a story full of loopholes would be exposed soon, but I don't know whether it was because the temple strictly controls idle books or because the fellow disciples were too supportive, not only did no one question it, but one or two of them listened to it with more enjoyment and often cheered.

It was as if the eldest senior brother in their minds was destined to go up the mountain to slay the white snake, go into the sea to kill the dragon, step on the clouds to capture the big peng, and land to fight the black tortoise.

After the morning class that day, the crowd surrounded Zhu Zheng in the next room as usual. There were three layers of people inside and outside. The real person in the story stood at the back and no one paid any attention to him.

Rong Yan listened for a while with his hands behind his back, then simply moved a chair and sat down not far away, warmed a pot of tea, and drank it while listening to Zhu Zheng seriously fabricating his life story.

Chong Hongzi, who was passing by, saw the excitement and came in to listen for a while. He couldn't help but ask Rong Yan, "How come I don't know? When did you have the ability to fight a tiger with your bare hands?"

Rong Yan took a sip of tea and said calmly, "If she thinks she can fight, it's not impossible to give it a try."

"What about after the fight? Will you tell her everything?" Chong Hongzi asked meaningfully.

Rong Yan didn't respond, his eyes still fixed on the focal point in the crowd.

"Chengyi, don't blame your uncle for being too talkative. You always keep things to yourself. No one will know unless you say them out loud." Seeing that he was indifferent, Chong Hongzi said bluntly, "She is young and simple-minded. How could she possibly know your complicated thoughts? Now that you have finally come up with an idea, you should learn to fight for it. Only then will you have a chance to get what you want..."

Rong Yan still didn't say anything, and I didn't know if he heard it or not.

Seeing that he was not moved by any soft words and just kept looking at people, Chong Hongzi made up his mind and used provocation, "Okay, okay, just be stubborn. Haven't you seen how diligent and enthusiastic your fellow apprentices are in order to listen to Xiao Zheng'er talk about you..."

"She is likable." Rong Yan's eyebrows were misted in the hot steam coming out of the teacup, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes, "It's not because of me."

"Who said it was because of you?" Chong Hongzi took a gulp of tea. "Which of the junior brothers is not more affectionate and interesting than you? Think about it carefully. The last time you spoke to Xiao Zheng'er was a few days ago?"

Five days later, early in the morning, Zhu Zheng had just changed into his disciple's uniform and picked up the gavel when he ran into Rong Yan carrying a bundle at the door.

"We should go down the mountain," he said.

After being reminded, Zhu Zheng finally remembered that he was not a storyteller.

He went up the mountain that day to detoxify. Now the poison has been detoxified long ago, and he has also found a master. He is so happy that he doesn't want to leave and doesn't know the day or night.

Although Taoyuan is beautiful, we must eventually say goodbye.

At the bamboo path leading down the mountain at the entrance of Yutian Temple, when Zhu Zheng and Rong Yan set off with their bags on their backs, Chong Hongzi and a group of disciples burst into tears on the spot.

This is not an exaggeration, people were really crying next to each other.

Rong Yan just stood aside, as if he was no longer surprised.

But Zhu Zheng hated to see people crying. When she saw others crying, she also wanted to cry. She was at a loss what to do when she was crying, so she handed her handkerchief to everyone one by one.

Only Li Shu didn't cry. When Zhu Zheng handed it to him, he stopped. His face was tense. He suddenly took out an object from behind and put it in front of her face.

Zhu Zheng looked carefully and saw that it was actually a bunch of wild flowers. The colors were bright and fresh, but they were messy.

Zhu Zheng: "For me?"

Li Shu: “For you.”

Zhu Zheng asked in surprise, "Why did you give me flowers? Will there be knives flying out of them?"

"There is no knife!" Li Shu said fiercely, "Master asked me to give it to you."

"You just go if your master tells you to?" She remembered that Li Shu was not such an obedient person in the past.

Li Shu hesitated for a while before squeezing out a sentence, "You are my junior sister now, not an outsider..."

Although these words were spoken in a dry voice, they touched Zhu Zheng's heart, and she reached out to take it.

Just as he took the flower, Chong Hongzi also stuffed a bundle in his hand, "These are the shortbreads that Xiao Zheng'er loves to eat. He Chang made them overnight. Let's eat them on the way."

"I shouldn't have challenged Cheng Yi earlier." Chong Hongzi burst into tears, "Now he has become too stingy. He insisted on taking my disciple away if I said a word to him."

"Master," Zhu Zheng took the heavy bag and said with tears in her eyes, "He didn't insist on taking us away. We really have disturbed him for too long. It's time to go."

Chong Hongzi burst into tears when he heard this, "Are you not coming back after this trip?"

"How could that be? I will definitely come back to see you."

"Then you must take care of yourself. Shengjing is not a good place. You are my only disciple there..."

"Uncle Master," Rong Yan stood beside Zhu Zheng and spoke with a hint of helplessness, "I'm in Shengjing too."

Chong Hongzi wiped away his tears again, "Are you my biological disciple?"

Rong Yan: “…”

Zhu Zheng burst into laughter, but Chong Hongzi looked at his nephew less favorably.

Xiang Zhu Zheng said, "This brat has a weird temper. If he makes you angry, don't bear the grievance. Come to Master and I will teach him a lesson."

Then he turned to Rong Yan and said, "Cheng Yi, did you hear me? You are not allowed to bully your junior sister."

Rong Yan carried the gifts Zhu Zheng received on his back and looked at her deeply.

"She's the only one who bullies me."

Zhu Zheng didn't dare to bully Rong Yan. She was accused of something she didn't want to suffer in silence, so she went to him face to face to complain.

"Master, look, my brother framed me."

Chong Hongzi immediately supported Zhu Zheng, "Good boy, you haven't left my territory yet."

"Things are different now." Zhu Zheng pretended to be powerful and made a face at Rong Yan, "Just surrender obediently, Senior Brother."

The sun was rising, the clouds were billowing, and the bamboo paths on the snow-capped mountains were shining with tiny gleams of light like wheat awns.

There were vast snow-capped mountains behind him, and the voices of people around him faded away. Only a shadow remained in Rong Yan's pale eyes. Wu Lingling's eyes were curved like the first moon, and her face was full of a sly smile.

The bamboo branches above my head could not bear the weight and broke quietly, with balls of snow falling down.

Rong Yan just stood there, motionless, letting the snow hit him all over.