After being dressed as a fine apprentice, he was spotted by the master

Fanwaisan

Duanyang Peak, at the bamboo forest in the back mountain.

Wen Zilian looked at the clouds in the sky, his eyes filled with warm satisfaction.

His aptitude is not high-level, and he was lucky enough to enter the Fengling Sect, one of the three major sects in the world, and he is just an outer disciple.

At that time, he thought that becoming an outer disciple was already the greatest honor of his life and the most glorious moment of his family. As for the inner disciple, he never thought about it.

After becoming an outer disciple for one month, some chores in the sect became compulsory homework every month. In that month, the job he received was to deliver meals for Duanyang Peak for five days.

On the first day of food delivery, it was raining heavily, so he took the food and held a paper umbrella, and ran all the way to Duanyang Peak.

Occasionally passing by a few senior brothers in the haze of mist and rain, Wen Zixian couldn't hide his envy in his heart when he looked at their open body shields and walked as usual in the heavy rain.

Body shields can be used only at the Sea Consciousness Stage and above. I don't know what year and month he is, and he doesn't need an umbrella on rainy days. With his current aptitude, he may only be able to go to Jindan, even Nascent Soul has little hope.

Bean-sized raindrops hit the umbrella, and the sound brought back Wen Zilian's consciousness. He tightened the lunch box in his arms, and stepped a little faster... I hope the meal will still be hot when it arrives .

It was his first time to visit Duanyang Peak, once he climbed to the top of the mountain, even if the rain curtain was heavy, he could see the Danggui Hall not far away at a glance.

Wen Zilian rushed to the entrance of the hall with his head depressed, moved his lips a few times, and called in a low voice: "Disciple Wen Zilian, come and deliver the meal."

There was only the sound of rain all around, and that soft call was not even as loud as the sound of rain.Wen Zijian poked the ground with his toe, his face slowly turning red.

He has always been timid, and it is really difficult for him to speak loudly.

Hearing that the Elder Zhexian of Duanyang Peak is a real monarch with extremely high status, and it is said that his temper is not very good, Wen Zi bit his lip and suffered.

After a while, he finally called again, but he still couldn't hear any response.

The lunch box in his arms was getting cold slowly, and Wen Zi's anxious tears were about to come down. Finally, he stomped his feet, carefully removed the dirt from the edge of his shoes, put away the umbrella, and walked into the hall softly.

"Elder Zhexian, disciple Wen Zilian is here to deliver the meal."

A trembling voice echoed in the hall, and when his eyes finally adjusted to the dim light in the hall, Wen Zilian saw the figure sitting above the hall.

Knee hit the ground with a thud, Wen Zilian didn't dare to raise his eyes to take a closer look, bowed deeply, and said in fear: "Forgive me, my lord, the disciple didn't hear any response, and was afraid that the food would be cold, so I boldly barged in... The disciple will die forever."

What he said just now had exhausted all his courage and reason, and Wen Zi touched the cold ground with his forehead, waiting for the punishment of life and death.

There was another long silence, so long that Wen Zilian's whole body went numb, and he even wondered if the figure he saw just now was just his own illusion.

After all, he still couldn't hold it back, he quietly looked up again, but he was surprised when he looked closely.

I saw a young man with exquisite and beautiful appearance sitting behind the main seat above, but his appearance was thirteen or fourteen years old. Wen Zixian thought of all the words in his life, but they couldn't describe the beauty of the young man.

He then understood that this young man must not be the elder Zhexian, let alone the young man tilted his head, with saliva on the corners of his lips, and his beautiful eyes could not see a trace of life under the dim light.

All the uneasiness and fear in his heart slowly disappeared at this moment, and when he woke up, he saw himself holding a spoon and sending the porridge into the young man's lips.

Fortunately, the young man was stupid enough to be stupid, but he knew how to swallow food. The hall was silent, and Wen Zijian knelt in front of the young man, patiently and gently feeding one portion of food.

He raised his sleeve and carefully wiped away the residue from the corners of the boy's lips, and tidied up the boy's clothes.It can be seen that the young man is well taken care of. Although the corners of his lips are drooling, his clothes are clean and tidy.

Wen Zilian sighed from the bottom of his heart.

This is the "well-known" elder brother of the entire sect, Chi Yu.

He didn't dislike him at all, but felt pity and pity. This is still a child. I heard that it will be difficult to recover throughout his life. Only Elder Zhexian has a glimmer of hope.

"You, would you like to be my disciple?"

A lonely voice suddenly came from behind, and Wen Zijian's hand that straightened Chi Yu's collar suddenly trembled...

Things are unpredictable.

After many years, Wen Zilian looked at the sky with clouds and clouds, and still remembered that day.

Unexpectedly, because of delivering food once, he became one of the five great true monarchs, the direct disciple of Elder Zhexian.

Personally, in the next few years of dreaming, he would often wake up in the dream, for fear that all this was just a big dream.

As Shi Muyang's direct disciple, one doesn't need to serve the master, and second, he doesn't need to be cautious. He only needs to take good care of the elder brother every three months when Shi Muyang goes out.

As long as the teacher Mu Yang is around, he will definitely take care of Chi Yu himself. As for Wen Zixuan... Except for the occasional school exams, he is too free on weekdays.

Only a few times, Chi Yu was discovered by Shi Muyang after being bullied by others. After punishing those bad disciples, Wen Zilian was also unavoidable. He would suffer some whips, and the sharp pain of the whips would make Wen Zilian feel real.

Now he hasn't been whipped for several days, not because no one bullied Chi Yu anymore, but because now that Chi Yu has recovered, those who bullied him can no longer succeed.

Thinking of this, Wen Zilian's admiration for Shi Muyang increased. His persistence for 100 years really made him wait for Chi Yu to recover. He might give up if he changed someone else.

Thinking about these messy past events, Wen Zilian walked slowly down the mountain.

He was tasked by Shi Muyang to go to Jieming Peak and ask Elder Ren Shaojin to borrow the eighth grade and give birth to lotus.

Ren Shaojin was not there the first time he went, so he had no choice but to explain why he came, and this was the second time he went.

Don't even think about it, how could Elder Ren lend him the eighth-rank Bingshenglian, that is the eighth-rank holy medicine, which he can borrow from a meager disciple.

The distance was not very short, but it became extremely short because of the master's fear. When he looked up again, Wen Zilian had already reached the main hall of Jieming Peak.

The receiving disciple received Ren Shaojin's oral order and came to lead him in. Wen Zilian lowered his head and followed step by step, not daring to raise his head to take a look. When he reached the main hall, he respectfully saluted the disciple.

Ren Shaojin, who was sitting on the top seat, frowned slightly, raised his hand and waved everyone away, and said in a cold voice: "Raise your head."

Wen Zi's bitter little face quickly returned to normal. He moved his gaze away from his toes and landed on the chin of the person in front of him, and dared not look any further.

Ren Shaojin's eyes were heavy, and he looked carefully at the frightened, trembling young man in front of him.

He has been in charge of the Discipline Hall for many years, and there is inevitably a bit of iron-blooded coldness in his body. These disciples are afraid that he is normal, but as Shi Muyang's direct disciple, if he only has this bit of courage, it will be unreasonable.

The hall was silent, and Ren Shaojin's cold voice came again: "Look at me."

Wen Zi trembled, his eyes slowly moved up while shaking, and the moment he met Ren Shaojin's eyes, he moved away uncontrollably in a hurry.

Ren Shaojin was a little disappointed. He put his left hand on the table, pressing a wooden box. Just as he moved his left hand slightly, he saw Wen Zi's trembling body slowly settle down, and slowly met his gaze again. .

The strange thing is that this time, although the eyes are frightened, there is stubborn persistence and vague pride.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, Ren Shaojin suppressed the appreciation that he almost blurted out.

A person who is so afraid of trembling can suppress his fear in a very short time and bravely face the existence that is extremely terrifying to him, this person's temperament is already considered good.

The person in front of me is a disciple of Shi Muyang, the youngest and most potential true monarch among the five great Huashen true monarchs, the inner disciple of the three major sects in the world, and an eight-patterned golden elixir A monk is a potential strong person who can smoothly cultivate to the stage of crossing the catastrophe.

Which of these events, if taken out, is not enough for a person to hold his head up and live proudly?

At this moment, Ren Shaojin saw Shi Muyang's pride in Wen Zilian, and Wen Zilian's unique gentleness and humility. At this moment, he is worthy of being called Shi Muyang's disciple.

Understanding Shi Muyang's intentions in an instant, Ren Shaojin glanced at Duanyang Peak's position from a distance, and thought that he was using him as a whetstone to give Wen Zi courage.

Forget it, but Shi Muyang owes him a favour.

"Go back and ask Shi Muyang what you want me to do with the eighth-level Birth Lotus, and when will you return it? After asking clearly, I will borrow it again." After Ren Shaojin said this, seeing that Wen Zi agreed, he got up and left.

Wen Zi felt weak in the soles of his feet, he stood for a few breaths before recovering, and slowly moved out of the hall.

The disciple who received him sent him away, but when he returned to the main hall, he saw that there was still a box on the table, and he couldn't help muttering to himself. When the master heard that it was Elder Zhexian who sent someone to borrow the eighth grade and give birth to the lotus, he whispered, "He still needs to borrow the eighth grade." Then he ordered someone to take it out, and it looked like it was going to be lent, why is it still on the table?

This was not something he could figure out, so the disciple took the box and sent it to Ren Shaojin.

In the next few days, every day without any change, the escort disciple would personally lure Wen Zi in, and then watched him go back empty-handed.

On this day, Wen Zilian still came to borrow medicine, and Ren Shaojin practiced kung fu in the back mountain, and guided his disciples to follow Wen Zilian's instructions to the back mountain.

Wen Zixian stood alone, silently waiting for Ren Shaojin to finish practicing.

Today's Ren Shaojin is dressed in strong clothes, and his slender figure is full of strength and agility. Wen Zilian secretly learned every move, but saw the long sword suddenly turned and stabbed him directly.

After all, he had been taught by Shi Muyang for many years. In an instant, his body muscles acted spontaneously, and the long sword was drawn out instantly, easily blocking the sword.

Wen Zixian didn't realize anything after the blow, and hurriedly wanted to apologize, but his body was supported by a force, and Ren Shaojin's voice came: "Yes, I remember that you just entered the sect, and your aptitude is not average. Counting the book, you have mentioned your aptitude as the best, and it is very good to have such a sensitive response."

A trace of strangeness crossed Wen Zixian's heart. He was so inconspicuous when he entered the sect, why... did Elder Ren remember his aptitude at that time?

For many years, I have never heard Shi Muyang praise him, but now he hastily heard the praise from the most dignified mouth of the sect. He squinted at Ren Shaojin.

Ren Shaojin had never seen anyone who dared to look directly at him with such clear eyes.Obedient to his heart, he raised his hand and rubbed Wen Zi's hair crown, and said, "Accompany me through two tricks, and let me see how capable Shi Muyang's disciple is."

"Yes." Wen Zilian replied sonorously, and he couldn't hide the excitement on his face.

Finally, he was no longer as timid as a mouse, and only discredited his master.

......

Day after day, the eighth-grade parallel birth lotus could not be borrowed. Ren Shaojin always had a reason to reject Wen Zixian, and Wen Zixian didn't dare to ask Shi Muyang those strange questions that Ren Shaojin asked.

Later, Wen Zixian still went to Jieming Peak every day, sometimes he would accompany Ren Shaojin to play a few tricks, sometimes he learned how to play chess with him, and sometimes he just sat and sipped tea.

Wen Zilian couldn't remember the reason for borrowing the medicine at the beginning, and he even forgot to mention it several times later.

All the disciples of Jieming Peak opened their mouths wide open, watching their overbearing master lead a young disciple to drink tea, play chess, practice martial arts and chat every day. Can you win?

Disciples of Jieming Peak lived in doubt every day, and this kind of days finally ended after Wen Zilian went to Wanchangzong.

One after another, Wen Zixian had to accept the fact that Master was actually a disciple of the Hidden Sect after he came back from the Wanchang Sect, and the elder brother inexplicably became the elder brother of Master.Wen Zilian snapped his fingers and made the calculations, so wouldn't he be calling his senior brother his uncle in the future?

He has not yet adapted to this change, and he ushered in a great battle concerning the fate of the cultivation world. He lived up to everyone's expectations, and his master and senior brother really won.

Later, a bigger change stunned him directly. Overnight, the master and the senior brother had to leave, and the position of Duanyang Peak was not taken over by any elder, but fell on his head. superior.

Wen Zilian scratched his scalp and stayed up all night. He is just an ordinary and timid disciple. How can he provoke the important task of being the master of the peak?

The next day, after sending off the master and senior brother, Wen Zixian walked back in a daze, but he heard footsteps behind him, followed by the appearance of Ren Shaojin, walking side by side with him.

Wen Zilian hurriedly saluted, and said: "Disciple Wen Zilian, I have met Elder Ren."

With a tranced tone, Ren Shaojin looked at the young man who was also in a trance, rubbed his hair crown habitually, and said, "The suzerain asked me to teach you how to master the seal of the sect protector and the seal of the peak protector."

Wen Zilian nodded in confusion: "Oh, then please trouble Elder Ren."

The corners of Ren Shaojin's lips moved slightly, he sighed, and said, "Are you out of your mind? In the future, you will be on the same level as me, so you don't have to call me an elder, you can just call me a senior brother, and you don't need to perform the disciple ceremony."

It was only later that Wen Zilian realized that he was now the master of Duanyang Peak, and he was no longer an ordinary disciple, so he slowly lowered his arms that were raised in salute.

Ren Shaojin put on a stern look, retracted his hand from rubbing his hair crown, and asked, "Are you afraid?"

Wen Zi pursed his lips, and burst out a cry of "fear", and the tears fell uncontrollably.

How could he not be afraid, he was terrified to death, but since he heard the news, no one had ever asked him if he was afraid.

His body suddenly fell into a hard embrace, Ren Shaojin hugged the terrified silly boy, patted the back of his head, and said: "What are you afraid of? Come to me if you can. I will teach you what Feng wants to do until you learn it.”

Wen Zilian buried his face on Ren Shaojin's shoulder, gave a muffled hum, and quietly stretched out his hand, also wrapping around Ren Shaojin's waist, but cried more and more wantonly.

Only when someone pampers you can you cry unscrupulously, otherwise you have to hide and cry, or hold back hard.