All the staff crazily criticize the villain, only the heroine is cute

The muggy air was mixed with the smell of earth.

Dark clouds covered half of the sky, and the frogs that had been croaking for most of the night became more and more harsh. A thunder exploded from the sky, and soon, heavy raindrops fell rapidly.

Crackling——

pat-

The open window was splashed by rainwater, and the heavy wind carried raindrops into the house. The table facing the window was completely wet.

The sound of breathing in the room suddenly became heavier.

Cang Ming suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, his thoughts still stuck in the extremely vivid dream just now, and then there was another thunder outside the window.

Huge lightning illuminated the entire sky, and even the darkened room became bright for a moment.

The rain became more and more intense, and the sound of falling rain covered up the croaking frogs in the grass. It seemed that there was only a pattering melody left between heaven and earth.

Cang Ming looked at the wide open window, his eyes lingering on the soaked rice paper on the table for a moment, then he got up and got out of bed to close the window.

The pile of paper recording the class content of the past two months has now been soaked by the rain, crinkled and stuck to the table, with a large area of ​​ink stains.

Cang Ming crumpled the pile of paper into a ball and threw it away, opened the door, leaned on the door frame and looked at the world outside.

The sultry heat in the wind dissipated a lot, and the sudden heavy rain made it even cooler.

There was a mist all around, and Cang Ming's gaze stopped at the green leafy branch not far away that was damaged by the rain. He didn't know how long he looked at it, and felt a chill on his back.

The young man touched his forehead with the back of his hand and touched the beads of sweat that had not completely dried. A strange sigh escaped from his throat.

He thought again of the dream he had just had.

It was so real that he seemed to have experienced it himself.

Since this is another world, why is he here?

Where did the original "him" go?

Cang Ming's emotions were unclear, but there was a hint of reluctance and happiness.

Reluctantly, he is an outsider in this world.

Fortunately he is the one here now.

Does this mean that he can have a complete, plain but happy life like a normal person like the boy in the dream?

Yes.

Cang Ming looked at the branches that were gradually bent by the raindrops, and gently pulled the corners of his lips.

His eyes were dark, implying a level of depression and silence that was even worse than the storm.

Who said that the boy who was loved and cared for by his master in the dream couldn't be him?

……

A cold autumn rain.

The heavy rain lasted for three days, and many trees were broken by the rain, leaving leaves and branches all over the ground.

It was a rainy day and the weather cleared up. It was rare for the freshmen to have any classes, so one person was assigned to clean up the sect with a broom.

This was originally a problem that could be solved with a simple cleaning technique, but the Qingfeng faction has always been unwilling to use shortcuts on such matters.

All the laundry and sweeping are done by oneself, which is called never forgetting the roots.

Ning Yan wanted to complain about why she had to live without a grain of rice when she couldn't forget her roots, but when she saw seven or eight people running around the yard with brooms from a distance, she still couldn't help but want to laugh.

The white cat in his arms meowed at the right moment.

Ning Yan lowered her eyes and stroked the white cat's head. She immediately saw it purring comfortably and narrowed her eyes.

"Hanshan Daojun."

The freshman closest to her saw Ning Yan coming and hurriedly came over and saluted her.

Ning Yan took a closer look and recognized that the person in front of her was Ruomu, who had ink splashed all over her skirt in class that day.

"Why are Daojun Hanshan here? It's a mess here and we are cleaning it."

Ruomu didn't hide the admiration in his eyes when he looked at her, and his eyes fell on the white cat in her arms, feeling that it was rare.

She was a little curious. The usually indifferent Taoist Lord Hanshan would actually like kittens?

"Elder Jiuguang has something to do today. I will supervise your cleaning."

Ning Yan reached out and scratched the white cat's chin in front of her. His movements were casual, but his words were extremely merciless.

"At your current speed, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish the sweep even if it's dark."

She did not deliberately restrain her voice. Several people who had not noticed Ning Yan coming were startled. When they turned around and saw her, several disciples who were fishing felt very guilty.

"Master Dao, why can't you use magic?"

A disciple asked, "How long will it take to clean a place as big as Qingfeng Sect by ourselves?"

Very good, this person successfully asked the question Ning Yan wanted to ask.

How does she know what kind of wind the Qingfeng Sect smokes?

Those who can simplify are not simplified, and those who cannot be simplified are racking their brains and trying to take shortcuts. Isn't this unnecessary?

"Good question."

Ning Yanpi smiled but looked at the new student lazily, "You can ask the leader yourself this question after he comes out of seclusion."

"what?"

The freshman was stunned and stiffly pulled down the corners of his lips, "Haha, I'm just asking, no, don't disturb his old man..."

With this incident, the other freshmen naturally couldn't take advantage of Ning Yan's nose, so they all picked up the broom and started cleaning.

Seeing that Ruomu was still standing aside, as if he had something to say to her, Ning Yan put aside what she was doing to look for people and turned around to look at her.

"Want to tell me something?"

When facing girls, she always unconsciously softens her tone.

Ruo Mu nodded, his face blushing unconsciously.

"Hanshan Daojun helped me clean up the stains on my skirt before, but Ruomu has never thanked Daojun."

There was a slight smile in Ning Yan's eyes, and her face was not as indifferent as before, "No need. It's just the simplest cleaning technique. If you practice more in the future, you can naturally solve such small things by yourself."

Ruomu nodded with admiration and asked expectantly:

"Master Dao, I heard from Senior Brother Qi Gu that there will be an assessment for new students in three months. The top three can be accepted by some elders, right?"

Ning Yan raised her eyebrows.

Although freshmen in previous years would also have major exams, they were not linked to the elders’ recruitment of disciples.

This year it was also an impromptu idea. She discussed it with Elder Jiuguang a few days ago, and even sent a message to Jiyun from thousands of miles away.

Although there are many disciples of Qingfeng Sect, there are very few orthodox inheritance.

Take Jiyun, who has the most disciples, he only has six disciples.

Not to mention Jiuguang, who can be counted on one hand, and Hanshan, who has only one relative.

However, it had only been two days since she settled the matter, and she didn't publicize it in a big way. She only told her relatives yesterday, but Ruomu found out today.

She was very well informed.

"That's true."

Ning Yan nodded towards her, "I will announce the specific assessment requirements to you tomorrow."

Ruomu was faintly excited.

As the only female disciple who has passed the examination, her strength is not low. To put it bluntly, she ranks at the forefront among these people.

If she could win the top three or even the first place, Ruo Mu thought, then she would definitely become the disciple of Hanshan Daojun.

Seeing that she had nothing else to do, Ning Yan was not prepared to delay any longer.

It was just that she glanced around everyone with her peripheral vision, but she never saw that familiar figure.

"Where did Cang Ming go?"