Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

The Son of Luck ran away without a trace. Bai Luoli was so anxious, like an ant on hot pan.

No matter how rich the inner drama is, it will never show on the face.

If you want to say whether you regret it or not, there is only one word for you: regret!

From Yunxiao Peak, find Jiyue Peak, and then from Jiyue Peak, find Luoxia Peak.

Then, he was completely stunned by the scene in front of him. Who was the child surrounded by the female disciples? Wasn’t it Mo Qianyu whom he had been looking for?

Damn it, he ran into the group of girls without even telling him, so he thought something happened and he ran away. He didn't even give the other child medicine, so he rushed to find him first.

At this time, the mountain was covered with thick ice and snow, and the temperature on the mountain was even colder. The exhaled breath condensed into white smoke in just an instant. The entire Jiyue Mountain was covered in silver and white, and all the scenery was wrapped in white snow, like the feather clothes of immortals who had not yet fallen from the mortal world, giving the sacred mountain peace and holiness.

Luoxia Peak, which has always been visited by only female disciples, welcomed a strange visitor today.

One of the female disciples stared at Mo Qianyu for a long time. Which peak is this little boy from? Why did he come here?

Yes, yes, this little face is quite handsome, some female disciples echoed.

This was the moment when Mo Qianyu had come into contact with the most beauties in his history. A blush appeared on his face, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Bai Luoli looked at all this coldly, feeling contempt in her heart, thinking that the boy was so young and yet he knew how to flirt with other girls.

Mo Qianyu was unaware of Bai Luoli's arrival, but a sharp-eyed female disciple noticed and exclaimed!

"Master...Uncle Master."

"It's the uncle master who's here!"

Everyone turned around and saluted in the direction of Bai Luoli. No one knew when he came, how long he had been there, or why he came.

Mo Qianyu didn't care about the beautiful woman in front of him and faced the man in panic.

On the soft snow, wherever Bai Luoli walked, two lines of shallow footprints were left behind.

"Master...Master, why are you here?"

Master? It turns out that this little boy is Uncle Bai’s disciple.

There were continuous sighs from all around, and everyone knew that the master of Yunxiao Peak was the most unkind and cold-hearted person.

I don’t know what kind of good fortune (bad luck) this male disciple had in his previous life to be able to worship at the foot of Yunxiao Peak.

The man glanced around with an unclear expression and said calmly, "Go back."

Mo Qianyu moved slowly and timidly. Master looked very unhappy. Did he do something to make Master unhappy?

The boy staggered and ran closely behind the man, and couldn't help thinking to himself, Master must be angry, he is walking so fast.

Bai Luoli also secretly observed the little man behind her with her peripheral vision, wondering if she had gone a little too far, and whether she should stop and wait or hold his hand and walk side by side.

However, he immediately rejected this idea and just regarded it as a physical exercise.

In the bedroom, the little boy woke up from the darkness and found no one around him. He cried sadly. The man heard the sad cry from afar and quickened his pace. However, he did not expect that the little man behind him fell heavily on the icy snow because of his acceleration, with his mouth filled with snow powder.

"Wuwu... I want daddy, I want mommy~"

The wooden door was pushed open with force. The boy stopped crying immediately and looked at the person who came with tearful eyes.

Bai Luoli has two fears in his life: one is women crying, the other is children crying. So, who can tell him how to comfort a child?

Bai Luoli had a feeling that the path of cultivation would be extremely difficult. He was overwhelmed just thinking about it.

The man lifted his skirt and sat beside the bed and asked, "By the way, what's your name? It's not appropriate to keep calling you a child."

The boy wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his cool fingertips, and looked up at Bai Luoli with his round little eyes.

She said in a baby voice: "Well, my name is Chu Yunze."

Chu Yunze, what a good name, Bai Luoli couldn't help but praise it sincerely.

I totally forgot about the child standing outside the door...

The forgotten Mo Qianyu looked down at his red hands. He had just fallen down and in a hurry had used his hands to support the ground, causing his palms to sink into the snow. After the bone-chilling cold faded away, his palms began to heat up, as if they had warmed up.

The man then noticed the Son of Fortune standing by the door, so he had to call him in and close the door.

Mo Qianyu stared at the man calmly, as if silently accusing him of abandoning him.

A pair of tender little hands opened in front of Bai Luoli, and he finally understood what it meant.

His palms and fingertips were all red. Bai Luoli frowned slightly. Could it be that the son of luck had frostbitten hands?

A jar of thick white ointment was opened. The man picked up a little with his fingertips and smeared it on the palm of the Son of Luck, massaging the ointment gently.

Mo Qianyu sniffed the faint scent of herbs in his hand, and his gloomy mood completely dissipated. After all, children are simple-minded. They can be happy for the whole day just by giving them a candy, not to mention the meticulous care for him.

One knows nothing except his own name, and the other is the blood descendant of the future Demon Lord of the demon clan.

He had also tried to get along with the two children in another way, but he still had a grudge against the demon. He had been warned many times by the head brother to treat the two children equally, but one was a human and the other was a demon, and he was also a human, so of course he would have a better impression of people of the same race. Therefore, he could not avoid being cold to the Son of Destiny.

The disciple-recruiting conference is approaching, and as long as these two pass the competition, they can legitimately call him master.

The master leads one to the door, but the practice is up to the individual. The future depends on themselves. Whether they can become a top practitioner and shine in the world of cultivation depends on their talent and diligence. The most important thing is persistence.

Before they had spiritual energy storage, Mo Qianyu and Chu Yunze had to go to Heshu Hall for three meals a day.

Heshu Hall is a dining hall specially set up for disciples who do not practice fasting. The vegetables and meat in it are all made from spiritual plants and spiritual beasts. They can replenish the disciples' spiritual energy and nourish their bodies, step by step, which is of great help to their Qi training and luck.

There was no one they knew in the Mo Da sect. After Mo Qianyu and Chu Yunze picked out a few of their favorite dishes with their plates, they found an empty seat in the corner and sat down.

The two were of similar age and belonged to the same Yunxiao Peak, so they were naturally much closer than the others. This made some disciples jealous, because they all passed the formal test to get in, and these two little rascals got the favor of the Immortal Lord without doing anything, so naturally some people gossiped.

Among them, an inner sect disciple was the most popular. This disciple was supposed to be Bai Luoli's disciple. He was very talented and had great skills. He could make great progress with a little guidance. But in the end, Bai Luoli did not want him, so he had to turn around and worship Wen Guangbai as his master. This disciple knew that the two of them were chosen by Bai Luoli himself, and he was very dissatisfied. Every day when he had meals, he saw the two of them inseparable, taking dishes, serving rice, and sitting together, and he felt like teasing them.

"Hey, look, it's them again, like conjoined twins, always walking around in pairs."

"Haha, yeah, two men are really disgusting."

"That's right, they have impure thoughts at such a young age. I don't know what Immortal Bai sees in them."

When several disciples heard someone leading the booing, they all had playful smiles on their faces and the words they uttered were simply unbearable to hear.

The other disciples watched with their eyes on the matter and kept aloof, no one would help them or stop their behavior.

One or two days would be fine, but after a long time, even wood would not be able to bear it, not to mention that the arrogance of the inner disciple was getting stronger and stronger. Chu Yunze was timid and did not dare to fight back too much, but Mo Qianyu was different. Who was he? He was the son of destiny and the future orthodox Demon Lord. Anyone who dared to treat him like this would deserve to have ten heads chopped off.

It was a coincidence that day that Bai Luoli wanted to go and see how the two children were eating in Heshu Hall. As a result, before she even entered the door, she heard a heated argument.

"You are an unknown wild kid, and you dare to shout in front of me. Who do you think you are? You are a useless piece of shit with no cultivation!"

The disciple was enraged by Mo Qianyu's act of resistance, and without thinking twice, he poured out vulgar and harsh curse words at Mo Qianyu like an endless stream of river water, saying the most nasty things possible, even insulting his deceased mother.

Look, this naughty kid deserves a beating. He is clearly in the wrong, but he still wants to throw dirty water on others. Isn't this being a masochist? He is asking for death.

He could tolerate his uncle but not his aunt. Mo Qianyu climbed onto the table, raised his hand decisively, and slapped the disciple hard.

The slap made his own hand red, not to mention the person being slapped. This is how you get slapped in the face.

The man's face was turned to the side by the slap he gave him. Half of his face was burning, painful, red and swollen.

Everyone who saw this scene was so shocked that they stopped eating...

"You! You! How dare you hit me? You little bastard, I'll kill you!"

He gathered spiritual power in one hand and was about to deal a fatal blow to Mo Qianyu, but he was caught by Bai Luoli.

The man walked over quickly and said in a deep voice, "Enough! Stop it now!"

The spiritual power that had just sparked gradually died down under the man's pressure.

When the people in the dining hall saw who the person was, they were terrified as if they had seen a ghost.

Yu Qiang was even more so. His body was shaking constantly and the color on his face suddenly faded.

Bai Luoli first glanced at Mo Qianyu and asked him to get down from the dining table. Then he turned to look at Yu Qiang and found that his face was swollen. He thought of the face of an animal and wanted to laugh for some reason.

To be honest, he was very surprised. He didn't expect that Mo Qianyu, with his thin arms and legs, could have such explosive power. It was truly jaw-dropping.

"Immortal Venerable, you came at the right time. This kid attacked and injured a disciple. The other disciples present saw it clearly. They can all testify for me."

Yu Qiang played the trick of the thief crying "stop thief" in an attempt to calm down the argument which he had started.

Bai Luoli watched them quarreling for as long as they did. To be honest, it was wrong for Mo Qianyu to hit others, but there must be a cause for every effect. If Yu Qiang hadn't insulted and mocked him first, how could Mo Qianyu have hit others? How could he not allow others to fight back after he caused trouble? How could this be called logic?

Bai Luoli stared at Yu Qiang with an angry face, without saying a word, obviously not believing what he said. Seeing that Mo Qianyu had no one to help him, the other disciples all tilted their words towards Yu Qiang, and they all blamed Mo Qianyu for being wrong.

After a while, when the farce had subsided, Bai Luoli said quietly, "Yu Qiang, you bully the weak, use vicious words, and humiliate new disciples. I will tell your master in person about this behavior. Don't even think about escaping the punishment you deserve."

As if he didn't know that his master would protect him on the spot, Mo Qianyu's eyes filled with tears. At this time, Chu Yunze also ran to Bai Luoli and told the man what happened and what happened.

You can't blame him for being too timid. He must never let anyone notice that he stutters when he's nervous.

For many years to come, no matter how Bai Luoli treated Mo Qianyu, good or bad, cold or warm, this incident was enough to leave him an irreplaceable place in Mo Qianyu's heart, and also laid a foundation for the indescribable feelings that suddenly arose in the future.