"Senior, I am willing to worship you as my teacher, and I am also willing to accept your test before leaving. If I do not meet the standards in your heart, I am willing to be deprived of my strength by you.

But I want to go back to Song Mansion every day."

Baishan is very persistent.

It was impossible for him to ignore the request given by the mysterious "Miss" of the Abyss.

He could worship the immortal as his teacher and bring Sister Miaomiao, but he could not bring Song Youning because Miss Xiaomei was still in the Song Mansion and because Song Youning could not exist under the immortal's nose for a long time.

Ying Fengxian looked at him quietly with her beautiful eyes and reminded: "Cultivation as an immortal is not easy."

Bai Shandao: "I know."

Ying Fengxian said: "Your obsession is really interesting, and you are really interesting as a person, so I promised you that it will take me three years to break through the bottleneck. If you are not able to touch the edge of the Vientiane Realm after three years,

I will destroy you."

Baishan said respectfully: "Thank you, senior."

Ying Fengxian smiled and said, "You still won't change your tune?"

Bai Shandao: "Do you need someone to witness?"

"No, you have been shouting for the past three years. After three years, your practice will be recognized by me, and I will add you to my lineage of immortals. As for the mundane etiquette, it is not necessary."

"Xianlu?"

"It's similar to your human martial arts order. From now on when you travel through famous mountains and swamps, if you meet a sect, you only need to state your name, and they can find out who you are."

Baishan nodded, this is equivalent to "immortal's internal identity networking system", which is quite convenient.

He looked at this ice-cold fairy quietly.

Although he didn't like the fairy's attitude of treating the common people as trivial, this was his only hope so far to go further.

So, he slowly stepped back, saluted the iceberg-like cold fairy, and said respectfully: "Disciple has met the master."

When Ying Fengxian saw him saluting, she turned her head slightly, opened her mouth slightly, and shouted: "Lu'er, why don't you come here?"

The words penetrated the clouds and mist, but there was little movement among the distant peaks. Soon, a light figure leaped between the mountain tops and landed on the cliff here.

Looking at Baishan, it turned out to be a spiritual deer that was all white.

"Fairy Fairy" Linglu shouted.

Ying Fengxian said: "Bai Shan is my disciple. For the next three years, you will be his mount."

Snow Deer's dark eyes glanced at the handsome young man on the edge of the cliff. He seemed to have no objectionable feelings, so he said: "Okay, Fairy."

After saying that, it jumped up to Bai Shan's side and gently sniffed the scent on his body, which was a kind of disguised recognition of its owner.

Baishan quickly thanked him.

Ying Fengxian pointed to some idle houses under the cliff and said: "This place is called Hanyun Peak, and it is the hinterland of Qingyun Sect. You can choose any of these houses for practice."

"Yes, Master."

Ying Fengxian threw out another token surrounded by blue clouds. Behind the token was the word "Han Yun" engraved in ancient script.

"This is the token of the inner disciple of Hanyun Peak, but now you are the only one, and I am not prepared to accept any more people.

If you use this token to go to the main peak library, others will naturally know who you are.

I should have taken you to the Qingyun Sect’s main peak, but it’s not necessary and I don’t want to have more contact with ordinary people.

Do you understand what I mean?"

Bai Shan nodded.

Could the fairies of the Qing Dynasty be cold-blooded social terrors in nature?

"Then you can go and do your own work. As a teacher, you need to gain enlightenment."

"Disciple resigns"

Although Linglu is not as fast as Soaring into the Clouds and Riding on the Mist, it is not slow either.

Half an hour later, Bai Shan returned to Song Mansion, Lingxi Xiaozhu.

Linglu came from the land of third-level spiritual energy to this mortal land, with a look of disgust in his dark eyes. You could feel him shouting "I want to go back" across the Baishan Mountain.

Just then,

Mrs. Song seemed to have received the message early and hurried out. When she arrived in the courtyard of Xiaozhu, she became more and more delicate. She looked at the handsome young man standing next to Linglu and called out in a sweet voice: "Mr.

Bai Shan looked at the white deer beside him and said, "Lu'er, you go back first. You can come here to pick me up at dawn tomorrow."

"Okay, Baishan~" Linglu agreed crisply, turned around and ran away happily.

Mrs. Song's eyes looked blurry. She looked at the deer in the distance and murmured softly: "It's a fairy deer."

Immediately, she turned around expectantly, looked at Bai Shan, got close to his body, and asked: "Ms. sir, has the fairy agreed to help and asked the Qingyun Sect to give you a place?"

Bai Shan said: "No."

"Ah?" Mrs. Song's eyes were suddenly filled with sadness.

Bai Shan continued: "However, Fairy Ying directly accepted me as her disciple. The spirit deer just now was the mount she gave me."

Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment, then waved her hands and slapped the man in front of her a few times coquettishly. Then she stopped talking. Her beautiful eyes were bright, her cheeks were red, and she was breathing like orchid. She suddenly took Bai Shan's hand and spoke in a sweet voice.

Said: "Mr. sir, let's go back to the house."

Bai Shan looked at the sky and said, "We'll have dinner later."

Mrs. Song said softly: "We'll eat it later."

Baishan asked: "What do you want to do?"

Mrs. Song said softly: "I want to give my husband a child."

After saying that, like a gentle and virtuous wife, she took Bai Shan's arm and walked towards the main house of Lingxi Villa.

On the way, Bai Miaochan was chatting with the maids. She also heard about Bai Shan's performance in today's poetry meeting. She also knew that Bai Shan left the Song Mansion with the fairy and then came back on a fairy deer.

At this time, she stood under the eaves of the cloister and watched Miss Song walking by with Bai Shan on her arm.

Mrs. Song's face was full of happiness and shyness, which could not be concealed no matter what.

When Bai Shan saw Bai Miaochan, he called out: "Sister."

Shouting, he was about to walk over.

Mrs. Song gave him a resentful look, then pulled his arm, not allowing him to go.

Bai Miaochan naturally saw this little move, couldn't help but burst out laughing, and shouted: "Bai Shan, you and Ning Ning go to work first."

Miss Song said softly: "Did you hear that? Did you hear that?"

She pulled Bai Shan into the main house, and then gently closed the door.

In the house, spring is boundless

In the evening, the two went out.

In the evening photo, Miss Song is like a lovable little bird. Her shy face is more beautiful than the red clouds on the horizon. The glow of the clouds contrasts with each other and is bright and moving. Her eyes are full of tenderness, showing an unprecedented well-behaved look.

The news that Baishan was accepted as a disciple by the immortal has spread.

The servants all started talking among themselves.

When these comments reached Miss Song's ears, they became a poison that aroused emotions. Her internal organs were poisoned, and she was struggling, craving, and looking forward to the antidote.

This medicine is the subject of Baishan's discussion among the servants.

Baishan is beside her.

She hugged her tighter, like glue

After nightfall.

Mrs. Song took a bath early, then took off her clothes and lay under the spring quilt on the bed, urging her husband to come to bed quickly.

She likes immortals, but there is still a distance and some etiquette is needed.

But her immortal husband is hers.

After Baishan washed up and went to bed with a yawn, Miss Song turned into a little female cat in heat, pestering people endlessly.

Less than half an hour later.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Song poked her head out of the spring quilt, her mouth pursed, and while she continued to lean against her husband, her eyes flashed with anger, as if she was very angry at the person who knocked on the door.

Just as Bai Shan was about to ask who it was, Madam Song covered his mouth.

Mrs. Song coughed slightly and said coldly: "It's so late, who is it?"

Ying Qingque's voice came from outside the door, "Ning Ning, are you asleep?"

Mrs. Song was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Siniang, Bai Shan and I are sleeping. If you have anything to do, please wait until tomorrow to discuss it?"

Outside the door, Ying Qingque said: "Let me ask Baishan, did my grandma really accept him as her apprentice?"
To be continued...