Cheng Yun is right, even if Yun Ziyue is a poorer spiritual person than Jiang Ranchen, the Lingyun Sect can find a way for her to practice.
Even if her cultivation doesn't improve, she still has no worries about keeping her alive for a hundred years.
pity……
Chu Xiu sighed, "This is the first time in a hundred years that I have seen a person without spiritual roots. Speaking of which, your situation is completely opposite to that of the man who had full spiritual roots from heaven a hundred years ago, but it is the same."
"Well, even though you have no spiritual roots and cannot practice, you have passed the Yunxiao Conference after all. If you are willing, you can stay in Lingyun Peak and be responsible for taking care of the library. What do you think?"
It has to be said that Chu Xiu's words have already given Yun Ziyue a huge amount of face.
If Yun Ziyue had any objections, she would nod immediately.
"Wait a minute, I will accept her as my apprentice." Suddenly a cold voice came, and his calm words immediately shocked the jaws of Chu Xiu and the other three elders.
"Ahem..." Chu Xiu coughed lightly, and after a long time he couldn't say anything: "Are you serious?"
"Elder Mo Yu, are you confused by your sleep? She has ethereal roots. Even if you accept them, you can still teach her to practice. Besides, don't you not accept disciples?"
Ling Mo turned a deaf ear to Cheng Yun's words. Chu Xiu sighed helplessly and asked with some expectation: "Could it be that you see some qualities in this female disciple that others don't have?"
For a moment, everyone including Yun Ziyue looked at Ling Mo with hopeful eyes.
"Her ethereal roots don't count as special?" Ling Mo asked lightly, leaving everyone speechless.
Chu Xiu paused for a moment, then mused: "Since you want to accept this disciple, I have no reason not to agree. It's just that you don't have other disciples under your sect. This female disciple belongs to your sect and can only be taught by you personally, that is,
explain……"
"From now on, Yun Ziyue will be my chief disciple at Furi Peak."
Ling Mo's words were like thunder. Chu Xiu and the others stopped talking. Jing Cheng was really confused after hearing these words.
"..." So, this little junior sister with ethereal roots is higher than him in terms of seniority?
No matter what, all the new disciples had their arrangements, and everyone dispersed from Lingyun Pavilion.
Jiang Ranchen and Shen Xu were all led by their respective senior brothers, and in the end only Yun Ziyue was left in the square in front of the hall.
Yun Ziyue looked confused. They were all gone. What should I do?
Well, as the chief of Furi Peak, she had better ask herself how to get to Furi Peak.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw a tall figure floating down the steps in front of him.
Yun Yiyue stopped in her tracks, and when Ling Mo walked in front of her, she bowed slightly and said loudly: "Master."
It was the first time in Ling Mo's life that someone called him Master. He was a little uncomfortable, but it wasn't a bad feeling.
Nodding lightly, Ling Mo looked at Yun Ziyue who was alone and said softly, "Let's go."
After crossing an overpass spanning the two peaks, they arrived at Furi Peak.
The environment of Furi Peak is very similar to its name. There are many ancient trees that block the sky and block the sun's light and shadow.
In a quiet place, a long palace with glazed green tiles stands in front of you.
"From now on, this will be your residence." Ling Mo pushed open a house on the west side of the long hall and said to Yun Ziyue.
"Okay." Yun Ziyue nodded and asked, "Master, where is your residence?"
"I'm in the backyard. If you need anything, you can always come to me."
"good."
"Ling Yunfeng's disciples will deliver your clothes and necessary supplies later."
"good."
"There is a hot spring in the back mountain."
"good."
"..." Yun Ziyue agreed quickly. Ling Mo thought for a long time and seemed to have nothing to say.
So he glanced at her, turned around and left.
"..." Yun Ziyue looked confused, but she saw him turn around and added, "Meals are also delivered."
"Hey, Master, wait a minute."
Seeing that he didn't even look back, Yun Ziyue hurriedly called him.
Ling Mo stood still, turned around and looked at her, "Anything else?"
Yun Ziyue smiled to herself, winked at him and said, "Disciple hasn't served tea to Master yet."
Ling Mo wanted to say no, but in the end he walked into the house and sat in front of the hall.
Yun Ziyue poured a cup of tea, knelt down solemnly in front of him, offered it with both hands, "Respect the Master."
Ling Mo's eyes flashed, and there seemed to be ripples in his cold eyes.
He reached out and pinched the teacup with his fingertips.
After taking a sip, Ling Mo put the tea bowl back on the table and said, "Get up."
Yun Ziyue stood up, looked at Ling Mo and said with a full smile: "Master, what do you mean when you said that the meals will be delivered to you?"
"..." It means that he is the only one in Furi Peak, so there is no such place as a canteen.
After all, as an elder, he couldn't just go to Lingyun Peak to get food all by himself, so Chu Xiu specially sent someone to bring him three meals a day.
However, it is always difficult to say this reason directly in front of the disciples.
"There are only Master and I in Furi Peak. Wouldn't it be troublesome to have three meals a day delivered to us? How about I be responsible for Master's meals from now on? Of course, the premise is that Master doesn't
Dislike my craftsmanship."
Yun Ziyue's words reached Ling Mo's heart, and he nodded calmly.
"Excuse me, Master, do we have a kitchen here?"
Yun Ziyue's words were quite meaningful, and Ling Mo immediately thought of the embarrassment in Taolin.
He clearly came up with the topic of "Meal", but he even forgot to prepare the kitchen.
Ling Mo gave her a slightly harsh look, "It's just around the corner."
Yun Ziyue beamed with joy. What should she do? Although her master looked cold and cold, why did she feel so kind and warm?
Later, Ling Yunfeng's disciples brought clothes and necessary supplies to Yun Ziyue.
Yun Ziyue looked at the green and white school uniform and couldn't wait to change into it.
The white skirt is like snow and like the moonlight.
The green shirt is like Dai, as clear as bamboo.
In the bronze mirror, the girl's crystal clear face is reflected. Against the background of her green and white school uniform, she looks even more ethereal and pretty.
Yun Ziyue couldn't help but feel that wearing this school uniform made her whole person sublimated.
After taking care of herself, Yun Ziyue went to tidy up the old clothes on the bed. When she was doing this, she immediately saw the succulents wrapped tightly in her handkerchief.
"Hey, why did you almost forget about this?" Yun Xianyue muttered, and she couldn't help but marveled when she saw that those succulent plants were still moist, plump and glowing after being out of the soil for so long.
She couldn't wait to find out whether these succulents were spiritual grass or fairy grass.
But it was getting late now, so she didn't want to disturb her master's rest, so she found a few clay pots, carefully planted these succulent plants, and placed them in front of her window.
At this time, the moonlight was shining on the windowsill, and these succulent plants were even more energetic and aura bathed in the moonlight.
