The Rebirth of the Stormy Prosperity Strategy

On the morning of the second day, all the disciples gathered in the Qingyuan Hall again, waiting for the list of selected disciples. The disciples who were to be selected first read Qingling Peak, Qingxuan Peak, and finally Qingyuan Peak.

"The shortlisted candidates from Qingyuan Peak are Jin Jing, Su Xue, Han Wen... Nian Tao."

"That's great." Upon hearing her own name, Nian Tao stomped her feet happily. Seeing her so happy, Qi Run was also happy for her from the bottom of his heart. He just didn't know that without him by her side in the future, if this girl was wronged, there would be no one like him to stay by her side.

"You didn't get in." Nian Tao pulled his sleeve and comforted him, "Although you didn't get in, you can go home and inherit your huge fortune."

Finally, I can get rid of this fat guy openly.

"Yeah." Qi Run nodded with a smile. When Nian Tao turned his head away, the smile on his face began to fade again.

"The list of disciples has been read out. Disciples who have not entered Qingyuan Gate are requested to pack up their things and leave Qingyuan Gate in three days."

"Yes."

"and many more."

Just as Mo Luofan was about to dismiss his disciples, Mo Xiaolan stood up and waved his long sleeves. Qi Run, who was originally in grief, felt something pulling his collar and pulling him forward until he was in front of Mo Xiaolan.

Mo Xiaolan stood up, took out a scroll from his sleeve and said, "My disciple Qi Run is gentle and polite, knowledgeable, and hardworking. Today I will accept him as my fourth..."

She paused and continued, "The third disciple."

Mo Luofan stood up excitedly, his pupils dilated, looking at the person in front of him in disbelief, his breathing rapid.

If Ruo Xiangsi hadn't stopped him in the dark, he would have rushed over, tore the scroll into pieces and stomped on it, asking her, if Qi Run was the third disciple, then what about him? What was he? Was there really no master-disciple relationship between them?

Qi Run was already frightened, but when he came to his senses, he immediately knelt down and shouted, "Disciple Qi Run, I pay my respects to the Master."

"Can't!"

Ruo Xiangsi really couldn't stop him. Just when Mo Xiaolan wrote the word "Qi" with her fingertips, Mo Luofan snatched the scroll, hugged it in his arms and shouted, "He doesn't even have the qualifications to enter Qingyuan Sect, how can you accept him as your apprentice?"

"Didn't you become my apprentice without taking any exams back then?" Mo Xiaolan said coldly.

"That's different."

"What's different?"

Mo Luofan objected without saying a word. It was true that the head of the sect had no right to interfere with the peak master accepting a disciple. He only had the right to advise her. He also had no reason to stop her from accepting a disciple.

"You accepted him as your third disciple, then what about me? Am I not your third disciple?" He finally asked this question.

"You have already been the head of the sect, how could you still be my disciple?"

Mo Luofan stayed where he was, allowing her to snatch the scroll from his hand and add the last word "Run", completing the most basic ritual of accepting a disciple.

"Let's go, follow me back to Qingxuan Peak." Mo Xiaolan bypassed Mo Luofan and took Qi Run to Qingxuan Peak on the sword.

Mo Luofan was still standing there blankly, his fists clenched tightly.

You have been the head for a long time, how could you still be my disciple?

The words lingered in his mind.

Doesn't it mean that if you take the position of the head and become a decent person, then he can stand by you and protect you openly?

Qingxuan Peak——

"Welcome, little junior brother!" Zhu Fan raised his glass and drank the wine in the glass. Qi Run followed closely behind.

"There's no more wine. I'll go get some more." Zhu Ling looked at the empty wine jar and walked out the door. As soon as she walked out the door, she saw a sneaky figure. Having been together for so many years, how could she not recognize that person.

"Luo Fan, is that you?"

"Senior Sister." Mo Luofan stopped dodging and turned around.

"Why don't you go in?" Zhu Ling said, "Master has accepted a little junior brother. This little junior brother is very interesting. You should go and chat with him. You will soon like him. He is your junior brother anyway."

Mo Luofan lowered his head and said nothing. Zhu Ling saw what was on his mind, walked over and patted his shoulder: "Don't mind what Master said today. It was originally a very happy thing for her to accept a disciple. You refuted her in the hall. She might have said that to you because she felt embarrassed. Don't blame her."

"I know, how dare I blame Master."

"You go in and sit down first. I'll go get some wine."

"No need." Mo Luofan quickly shook his head: "Some evil spirits have started to appear at the foot of the mountain recently. I plan to deal with it myself. I'll go there first."

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that you are now the head." Zhu Ling lowered her eyes with a trace of sadness: "Do you still remember that when the three of us were with Master at Qingling Peak, every day was fulfilling and happy. After you left, it became more and more indifferent."

She forced a smile and said, "But it's okay. Now that this junior brother is here, he will definitely be able to take your place and take good care of Master. So don't worry too much about us. Just do your own thing, Master."

"Ah."

The voice of "Master" gradually faded away.

In the morning, before the sun had fully revealed its full face, Qi Run was thrown out of the room by Mo Xiaolan along with his quilt.

"Feng, Master?" Qi Run rubbed his sleepy eyes: "It seems that it is not time to get up yet."

"Lose weight!" Mo Xiaolan stared at him and said two words.

This month, Qi Run experienced what devilish training was.

I get up before dawn every day and run ten laps around the mountain before I can have breakfast. I also do 50 push-ups and some strange movements before going to bed at night.

His three meals a day were as bland as water, and he could only eat meat once every seven days. After a month, the fat had really left him, and now he seemed to have been reborn. The fat boy had transformed into a handsome young man of 1.75 meters tall. He was handsome and had a nice voice. He was almost one of the most handsome men in Qingyuan Sect, second only to Mo Luofan.

And a month later, Mo Luofan also came back.

After a month without having to worry, Mo Xiaolan began to feel nervous again.

A month ago, a plague broke out in Shao'an City, so Mo Luofan took Hua Ruoruo and ten old disciples and five new disciples to rescue them. Nian Tao was among them. Qi Run didn't know at first, but when he found out, he cried and screamed to go. After being scolded by Mo Xiaolan, he obediently stayed.

But in the past thirty days after Mo Luofan left, her life was too comfortable. Now the male protagonist is about to come back, and this bomb is still with her. She doesn't know when it will explode and blow her to pieces.

Thinking of that face that was sometimes gentle, sometimes domineering, sometimes angry, and sometimes scary, she couldn't help but get goose bumps all over her body.

"Master, the headmaster will be back soon. You should go and welcome him in person." Qi Run said while sweeping the dust on the ground.

Mo Xiaolan glanced at him and said, "You probably want to go see your sister Nian Tao, right?" She took a sip of tea.

"Hehe." Qi Run touched his head embarrassedly: "Nothing can be hidden from Master's discerning eyes."

Dragging heavy steps, she was carried by Zhufan and Zhuling to the Qingyuan Hall for a welcome ceremony.

Soon, a large group of people came in a mighty procession. Mo Luofan was a little surprised when he saw her, but this surprise was immediately replaced by joy.

Mo Xiaolan was also surprised when she saw him. In just one month, Mo Luofan looked a lot thinner. It seemed that this was indeed a tricky incident.

Seeing how tired he was, she wanted to reach out and hug him, and say "thank you for your hard work." But when the words came to her lips, she thought of the kiss in the pavilion, and the thought disappeared.

Yes, he already had his destined partner, so why did he need her to comfort him?

"Thank you for your hard work during this period. Let's go back to our residences and rest first."

"Yes, Master."

Watching the disciples slowly disperse, Mo Xiaolan also wanted to leave, but the master didn't say anything. He just told the disciples to go back and rest, not her. But the surface work was done, so she should be able to go home.

"Master..." Mo Luofan was about to call her, but the words couldn't come out.

Because his voice was a little soft, Mo Xiaolan didn't hear it. Her eyes were still wandering around, thinking, 'It's going to take a while before we can go. If you have anything to say, tell me now. Don't stare at me here. I want to go back to sleep. Can someone come and save me?'

"Master!" Qi Run ran in holding the fairy guest who had transformed into a rabbit. When he saw Mo Luofan, he first saluted him respectfully and then said, "Master, I have practiced the second form of Qingling Sword Technique and mastered it. I have some questions about breaking through the third form. Please answer them, Master."

Then he turned to Mo Luofan, and before he could speak, Mo Luofan spoke first: "Who are you? Why do you call her Master? Has the Master accepted a new disciple?"

At one point his face was as black as the bottom of a casserole.

……

The whole place suddenly became quiet. After a moment of silence, Qi Run slowly spoke: "Master, this disciple is Qi Run."

"Qi Run?" Mo Luofan carefully looked at the person in front of him from head to toe, and still couldn't believe the difference between "before the transformation" and "after the transformation".

While Mo Luofan was not paying attention, Mo Xiaolan secretly hooked her finger at Qi Run, and Qi Run immediately understood what she meant.

"I wonder if the master has any other instructions? If not, can I ask the master to come back to the mountain and give me some guidance?"

Mo Luofan nodded, and Mo Xiaolan immediately pulled Qi Run out of the hall.

Looking at the two figures, Mo Luofan couldn't help but laugh at himself. It's not that he didn't see the little action just now. He was not angry about Mo Xiaolan's leaving, but that the action was originally between him and her.

Thinking back to the past, the previous head, Shang Jun, would often talk with Mo Xiaolan, and they would talk until day and night, regardless of time.

At first, Mo Xiaolan was just numbing herself. This sister-doting maniac simply loved chatting with her, but slowly, in the end, she couldn't stand it anymore. Every time at this time, she would instruct Mo Luofan next to her, "I want to leave!" Then Mo Luofan would start finding various excuses to take her out of Shang Jun's "tea party".

But now, Master already has someone else by his side, who is just as hardworking and diligent as him, and who can accompany Master just like him...