A quick encounter leads to a lifetime of misunderstandings

Returning to Qiyan Peak, Murong Yan looked at the deserted mountain peak and frowned.

After a while, a message was sent to the sect leader to arrange for some more Sasu disciples to come over.

The disciple recruitment conference will recruit a few more disciples to accompany Yuan Ling. He should not be too withdrawn at such a young age.

In the original plot, the original master did not allow him to associate with other disciples of the sect, saying that it would affect the progress of his cultivation.

This also led to the fact that when he was framed by the original owner later, no one believed him. In fact, he usually lived alone and everyone did not understand his nature.

……

"Master, please drink tea."

Yuan Ling knelt on the ground and handed Murong Yan a cup of tea.

The top snow cap was collected from a certain plane. Murong Yan took a few sips and put it down.

"From now on, you will be my disciple. If someone dares to bully you, don't hold back, just fight him back. I will take care of everything."

Yuan Ling: "..."

Although I will definitely do this, as a teacher shouldn't I teach my students to respect their teachers, get along well with others, and repay evil with kindness?

"And disciple, do you want to practice the path of immortality or the path of demon?"

Yuan Ling: "..."

Yuan Ling was completely confused. Is this still a choice?

Isn’t this the Immortal Sect? Could it be fake?

But in the past few months, he had looked everywhere, and it was indeed the Xuantian Sect, the number one cultivation sect.

Could it be that Master is testing his own xinxing?

Well, that must be the case.

After he figured it out, he was about to speak when Murong Yan stopped him.

"You can think about this question carefully and then tell me the answer, but I hope that no matter which one you choose, it will be a decision you make after careful consideration."

No matter which one he chooses, Murong Yan will support it. Even if he wants to cultivate, that's okay.

She doesn't think that only the immortal way is decent. After all, she is a veritable demon king.

Both Taoists can be tutored by themselves.

Your own disciples should follow their own hearts, not be affected by the environment, and live casually.

Yuan Lingyun was in a fog, always feeling that his master was completely different from what was rumored outside.

And her thinking is also very fast, but she feels more real like this.

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, the apprenticeship ceremony is over. I have prepared a medicinal bath and will take you there to take a dip."

"Medicated bath? Master, why do you still need to take a medicinal bath? Uncle Lu Zhi said that my body is fine."

He takes medicinal baths every day in Yaofeng, and the smell is almost gone, so why should he take them anymore?

"This is different. This medicinal bath of mine can help you widen your meridians, which will be beneficial to your future practice."

Speaking of cultivation, Yuan Ling's eyes darkened.

"Master, can I really still practice? My spiritual roots..."

"Others may not be able to do it, but I can definitely help you practice again."

This medicated bath is a high-quality product from the system. The system itself is not that good, but the stuff is still very good.

knife:? ? ? It was a wrong payment after all! ! !

Although in Yuan Ling's knowledge, this is impossible, what the master said is always very convincing.

He raised his head and looked at Murong Yan obediently.

"Well, Master, I believe you."

But when he and Murong Yan came to the room and looked at the dark, bubbling medicated bath, they felt bad.

Is this definitely a medicinal bath?

I feel like running away, what should I do?

He swallowed and said, "Master, are you sure this is a medicinal bath?"

"Well, of course it's confirmed. Don't think it's a little ugly and smells a little bad, but it's very effective."

Yuan Ling's thoughts were actually the same as when Murong Yan saw it for the first time. This was how the system responded to her at that time.

"go in."

Yuan Ling squeezed his clothes tightly and wanted to struggle.

Murong Yan thought he was shy.

"Master, go and guard the door. You can go in by yourself. This medicinal bath will take an hour."

Seeing Murong Yan's encouraging eyes, Yuan Ling knew that this medicinal bath was a must.

Forget it, I can bear all the hardships on my own, let alone this mere medicinal bath.

Murong Yan at the door heard the sound of water entering from inside.

Sit down leisurely, take out various snacks and start enjoying.

Unlike Murong Yan who was leisurely, Yuan Ling inside felt pain all over his body almost as soon as he entered the water.

His face turned very pale, sweat kept falling from his forehead, and his expression was very distorted.

This medicinal bath is indeed as hard to accept as its appearance.

Yuan Ling gritted his teeth and persisted, his eyes filled with tears.

I won't die of pain here, this way of death is too oppressive.

Is this really a medicinal bath?

Has Master revealed his true face?

But why? I'm just a useless person who can't practice.

Did the sunlight that just shined in my darkness just disappear?

Why does fate treat me like this?

While his mind was racing over and over again, the pain in his body began to lessen, and he felt more and more comfortable.

It makes people feel sleepy.

There are even faint spiritual energy fluctuations in the body.

The corner of his mouth showed his first smile in years.

It turns out it’s really a medicinal bath.

It’s great that Master didn’t lie to me.

An hour later, Murong Yan saw that the time was almost up and asked Yuan Ling to get up and come out.

As a result, no one answered after calling for a long time.

Murong Yan frowned, nothing would happen.

When he pushed the door open, he saw the apprentice sleeping next to the tub, but his expression was sad and there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Murong Yan stepped forward and called him, "Yuan Ling, wake up, Yuan Ling."

Yuan Ling fell into a nightmare and couldn't wake up.

He dreamed again of the day when the Yuan family was exterminated.

The whole house was covered in blood. His loving parents, his kind housekeeper and uncle, and the servants who had grown up with him all fell into a pool of blood.

"No, please... let them go."

"why why…"

The boy with his eyes closed was trembling all over, his expression was painful, he kept mumbling, and his tears kept falling.

Murong Yan patted his cheek and said, "Yuan Ling, wake up, it's okay."

Seeing that he still showed no signs of waking up, Murong Yan had no choice but to increase the volume.

"Yuan Ling."

Finally Yuan Ling was awakened.

He opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him in a daze.

The sadness, pain and hatred in his eyes have not yet been contained.

He said with a cry: "Master?"

"Master is here."

He couldn't help but hug Murong Yan anymore. He was in urgent need of an emotional support point.

Murong Yan touched his head and said, "If you want to cry, just cry hard. My master will not laugh at you."

Yuan Ling, who originally wanted to hold back, immediately broke his defense after Murong Yan's words.

This cry seemed to let out all the grievances and pains of so many years.

Only then did Murong Yan realize that boys can cry quite hard.

After wiping away his tears, he immediately became obedient again.

"Master."

"Ah."

"Master! Master!"

Murong Yan looked at his apprentice, who had red eyes and was as obedient as a kitten, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his head.