Everyone was amazed at the young man on the stage's superb swordsmanship. Suddenly, the young man stopped, held the sword to his opponent and ate his Taoist rituals, and jumped back to the immortal master.

The boy's thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and his dark eyes were filled with a hint of panic. He seemed to have never heard of the anger of the audience, and his eyes only followed the person in front of him.

In the long sleeves that everyone could not see, the young man's palm trembled slightly, and the storage ring on his slender fingers emitted light slowly.

He was found.

"Master..." the young man called in a low voice.

Want to remedy, but there was no chance.

The woman in white walked away with a cold face, walked to the front of the stage, coughed weakly, and said, "I am loved by all the disciples, but I am not in a state of physical condition and I have no intention of accepting more disciples. I hope you can understand."

After saying that, he wished Yu Chao to the head of the sect to pay tribute and leave with the young man.

Everyone in the audience stood up to show off their respectfully, and their hearts were filled with speculation.

Only the head and the elders were left on the stage.

The head sighed, presided over the overall situation, and said to the disciples: "Let's go ahead."

The disciples recruited by the Qingyan Plan have made a good choice, so few people have found out after leaving early.

Zhu Yu and his men were reluctant to fly again as soon as they left the sect square, so they changed to walking back to the Falling Moon Hall. She wanted to see when the little devil could admit her mistakes.

When he put down the competition, Zhu Yu clearly saw that the young man's wrist bone could not be strong and sometimes trembled, as if the sword was almost unable to hold it, but he had to hold on.

The wrist bone is weak and the tiger's mouth is weak, which is obviously a symptom of excessive hand use.

Xie Weiran was secretly practicing for himself with her back.

Zhu Yu shook her head secretly. She didn't understand why the little devil was practicing so hard. She had made great progress and had to practice it without hesitation.

Does he really not know that it hurts?

"Master..." The boy behind him finally couldn't bear it and shouted Zhu Yu.

"Hmm?" Zhu Yu turned his head, expressionless.

The boy lowered his eyelids and bit his lower lip lightly. He hesitated for a while before looking up at her, "Master, I was wrong."

"Oh? Where were you wrong?" Zhu Yu asked lightly.

"Disciples shouldn't practice secretly." Xie Weiran lowered his head and his voice softly, "I'd like to ask the master to punish him."

The air fell into silence.

Xie Weiran secretly glanced at the face of the white-clothed Immortal Lord, and found that she was not angry, and he felt relieved.

"Do you want to... choose another teacher?"

After thinking about it, Zhu Yu only thought of this statement.

Because she was too lazy and could not give the little devil a comprehensive teaching system, she basically grew up wildly over the years.

Therefore, the ambition little devil wants to make himself excellent and then become a more responsible master.

But this idea was quickly denied by her.

The purpose of saying it is to deliberately stimulate the little devil.

"Master! No disciple!" Xie Weiran suddenly raised his head and quickly retorted.

"A teacher for one day, and a teacher for life."

Zhu Yu Xiu's eyebrows were slightly frowning, still in a gentle and calm tone, "But you never listen to me."

"Disciple...Disciple is because..."

Xie Weiran was extremely anxious and didn't know how to answer.

He wanted to become stronger as soon as possible, to stand side by side with his master, to see his face in his eyes and forget that person.

Such thoughts were terrible, but he couldn't control himself. As long as he thought about the distance between him and his master, he couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in his heart.

"The disciples are not as qualified as those in the sect. If they don't work hard..."

It must be screened.

Zhu Yu guessed what he was going to say and couldn't help but sigh slightly. The little devil had no understanding of his talent.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is talented.

Xie Weiran's eyes were red, and there was a strong nasal sound in his voice, which made him feel heartbroken, "Master...Master, don't want me."

This is a pitiful look since childhood. Zhu Yu knew him well on the surface, but in fact she was beaten hard.

"Stretch out your right hand."

Xie Weiran was stunned, unable to understand her thoughts, and still did it well.

Zhu Yu Qing rubbed his wrist bones and moved into the spiritual power while rubbing them.

The girl's fingertips were slightly cool, but soft and delicate. When touched on her wrist, she made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Does it hurt?" Zhu Yu asked.

Xie Weiran shook his head in a daze.

Zhu Yu continued to rub and press, and did not speak anymore.

But he was impressed.

Master was very close to him and could see the eye feathers that looked like small fans. The light fragrance gushed between his breath lingers between his nose, and a layer of blush appeared on the boy's face.

The boy's heart was beating wildly, but he didn't want to avoid it. The previous sourness disappeared faintly, replaced by an inexplicable feeling.

This emotion made Xie Weiran a little at a loss.

The cool breeze in the forest and the leaves rustled.

Time seems to stagnate at this moment.

It seems to end in an instant.

"alright."

Zhu Yu let go of his hand and said in a slow tone: "You are the only disciple of the master, so you don't have to compete with anyone. You are the best here for the master."

The boy was stunned for a moment, his eyes turned red, and he almost cried.

"Master...really?"

"Yeah." Zhu Yu responded, took out a clean handkerchief and handed it to him.

The devil Lord, what's wrong with crying every day?

The boy's peach blossom eyes were shimmering. He took the handkerchief and held it in the palm of his hand. His delicate face immediately showed a bright smile.

"Thank you, Master."

"Junior sister."

At the same time, another gentle male voice sounded, breaking the calm.

The two of them looked along their sight and saw the figure of the green robe standing not far away.

He was looking at the two of them with a smile, with a faint smile on his face, a gentle light flowing in his eyes, and soon walked in front of them.

Xie Weiran looked at him, his face became gloomy for a moment, and then he returned to normal.

"Senior Brother."

Zhu Yu called him gently, his tone as if it was close and alienated.

After a long time, the woman in white stood on the steps, elegant and extraordinary, with a striking look. Her eyes were as clear as water, without any turmoil.

Zhu Yu raised his sleeves and covered his face and coughed twice. Two slight aura of illness appeared on his fair face, looking extremely weak.

Xie Weiran soon noticed and walked up two steps to support her.

Zhu Yu put his hand on the little devil's forearm and bent his lips and smiled, "Ran'er, I've seen your master."

As soon as they said that, the two were stunned.

Ran'er...

When did the Master call his name so intimately?

The young man curled his lips slightly, and the man opposite him was not so disgusting. He looked straight into his eyes and called obediently, "Disciple has seen his master."

Qingyan's face still had a gentle expression, his fingers in his sleeve bent slightly, a smile came out from the corner of his mouth, nodded slightly to Xie Weiran, and then moved his gaze to the girl.

Her complexion is much worse than before.

He remembered that although she didn't like to practice, she could still live a healthy life and even compete with herself. But now...

"Senior brother, there are still some trivial matters to be dealt with in the peak. Qianyi will say goodbye first." Zhu Yu said lightly.

Qingyan smiled gently and nodded, not forcibly staying.

Zhu Yu didn't even look at him, so he turned around and left with the boy.

Qingyan stopped in place, looking at the two figures gradually moving away, and an inexplicable emotion flashed through his eyes.

【Author’s off-topic】: Qingyan’s emotional entanglement with the original owner and Zhu Yu’s coldness will be discussed later
Chapter completed!