The obedient beauty is targeted by the bad guys again [Quick Wear]

"You...Master, are you leaving?" Murong Nianbai couldn't help but ask as he looked at Mu Yan who turned and left.

Mu Yan turned around and looked at Murong Nianbai with some confusion, as if he didn't understand why he asked that, but he still nodded and explained: "Well, I'll go get your disciple uniform for you."

Since Venerable Qingyang has only one disciple, there is naturally no disciple uniform on Qingyang Peak.

The clothes he was wearing were all given to him by his master and were not suitable for Murong Nianbai to wear.

Therefore, Mu Yan decided to go to the Deacon Hall to find the person in charge to customize clothes for Murong Nianbai.

After Mu Yan finished speaking, he stepped on the crane and flew towards the Deacon Hall.

Murong Nianbai stood there, looking at the gradually receding figure, his eyes full of madness.

"I won't lose you again this time!"

Murong Nianbai murmured in a low voice.

Then he slowly turned around and walked into the house.

The furnishings in the room were very simple, with only a bed and a bookshelf full of books.

Murong Nianbai slowly walked to the bookshelf, reached out and gently picked up a book, carefully opened it and took a look, but unexpectedly it was a picture book.

He couldn't help feeling a little surprised, and then he took down a few more books and looked through them carefully, only to find that they were all the same picture books without exception.

Murong Nianbai wondered in his heart, could it be that this room was where Yanyan once lived?

The thought gave him a rush of delight.

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At the same time, Mu Yan also arrived at the door of the Deacon Hall.

At this moment, many new disciples gathered at the door of the Deacon Hall, and they all received their disciple uniforms here.

When a few sharp-eyed disciples saw Mu Yan coming, they immediately saluted respectfully. Mu Yan nodded slightly and then walked straight into the Deacon Hall.

"Excuse me, is Deacon Cui here?" Mu Yan asked the young disciple in charge of the Deacon Hall.

The young disciple quickly replied, "Yes, brother, please come in, the deacon is inside."

Mu Yan walked into the Deacon Hall.

When Deacon Cui saw the person coming, he hurried forward and asked with a smile on his face:

"The little immortal is here! Are you here to collect the disciple uniform for your disciple?"

Mu Yan nodded: "Yes, that's why I came here. Can I order custom-made disciple uniforms here?"

When Deacon Cui heard this, he couldn't help but look shocked.

Generally, the uniforms for disciples are managed by the Deacon Hall. This is the first time that Deacon Cui has seen someone come here to customize the uniforms for disciples.

However, considering the other party's identity, Deacon Cui naturally did not dare to object and nodded and said, "Okay."

Soon, the clothes were made according to Mu Yan's requirements.

Just as Mu Yan was about to leave with his clothes, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Little junior brother."

When Mu Yan heard Su Wen's voice and turned around, he saw Su Wen walking in with Murong Anan.

"Senior brother."

Mu Yan nodded in response.

Murong An, who was following Su Wen, had a flash of jealousy in his eyes when he saw Mu Yan.

He originally thought that when he came to Tianyuan Sect, he would be praised by others just like he was in the human world.

Unexpectedly, most people from Tianyuan Sect favor the person in front of them.

How could he not be jealous?

He is obviously the protagonist and he should enjoy these treatments.

Su Wen said to Murong An'an behind him, "Go to the back and line up to receive your disciple uniform."

After saying that, he walked straight in and walked towards Mu Yan, without noticing Murong Anan's increasingly ugly expression.

Murong Anan originally wanted to follow Su Wen in, but was stopped by a young disciple beside her.

"Junior brother, please follow the rules and line up at the back to receive your clothes."

The young disciple's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

Murong Anan had no choice but to glare at the young disciple in frustration, then turned around and walked to the end of the line to queue up.

Su Wen looked at the clothes in Mu Yan's hand, paused for a moment, then walked to Mu Yan, frowned and asked:

"Junior brother, are you helping your disciple to get his clothes? He is really too much. He actually asked you, as his master, to come and get them for him."

When Su Wen spoke, he did not realize that there was a slight sour taste in his words.

Mu Yan quickly explained, "That's not the case, Senior Brother. We at Qingyang Peak don't have any disciple uniforms. This time I came here to customize one specifically for him."

When Su Wen heard Mu Yan's explanation, he felt more and more unhappy, but he did not show it on his face.

He continued to say to Mu Yan: "Junior brother, my master recently brought back a few spiritual fish from outside. How about I grill some fish for you tonight?"

It was only after they accidentally met last time that Su Wen found out that Mu Yan actually liked to eat grilled spirit fish.

When Mu Yan heard about grilled spirit fish, he was a little hesitant, but finally nodded.

Ever since Master went into seclusion, it has been Senior Brother Su Wen who has grilled fish for him.

Although the fish grilled by his senior brother and master tasted slightly different, Mu Yan liked them both very much.

"Brother, I'm going back first."

After Mu Yan finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

The moment he stepped out of the room, all the disciples' eyes were focused on him.

Mu Yan has long been accustomed to this.

However, he was keenly aware of Murong Anan's jealous gaze.

He turned to look at her, and Murong Anan immediately lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye.

Su Wen, who was behind him, saw Mu Yan standing at the door and couldn't help but feel puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mu Yan shook his head gently, without saying anything, and simply sat on the crane and flew away.

Su Wen glanced at all the disciples, and the expression on his face became cold, completely losing the gentleness he had just shown when he was with Mu Yan.

The disciples didn't dare to look up at all.

Su Wen walked up to Murong An'an expressionlessly and said in a cold voice, "Get your disciple uniform and go back by yourself."

Su Wen was indeed a little impatient. He really didn't expect that the disciple his master accepted this time would be so troublesome.

All other disciples can go to the Deacon Hall to receive their disciple uniforms by themselves, except this person.

Su Wen's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Murong Anan. His face, which had been somewhat happy, turned pale in an instant.

He hurriedly grabbed Su Wen's sleeve, his eyes full of panic and helplessness, and said pitifully:

"Brother, did An An do something wrong and upset you? An An will apologize to you right away."

Su Wen mercilessly shook off Murong An'an's hand, stared at him coldly, and said without a trace of emotion:

"Junior brother, you should know that you came here to learn from a master. Self-reliance is the foundation of all cultivators. If you can't even complete such a small task independently, how can you achieve success in the path of cultivation in the future?"

Murong Anan lowered her head after hearing Su Wen's words, and did not dare to look Su Wen in the eye.

He had always been loved in the human world and had never suffered such cold treatment and rebuke. For a moment, his heart was filled with grievance and loss.

Su Wen didn't care what Murong Anan thought, he turned around and left.