Each disciple is not simple

Before Mingjia could react, Jun Moyao looked at Mu Feng in amazement.

"You? Offer to become my disciple?"

How could a timid guy like Mu Feng take the initiative to become her disciple! It was beyond her expectations! How did he become so smart!

Mu Feng touched his nose embarrassedly, as if he felt that his request was indeed a bit abrupt and inexplicable.

"I know I have poor talent and am timid, but..." Mu Feng suddenly looked at Ming Jia and Jun Moyao seriously, "I want to survive."

Perhaps it was because he had come into such close contact with death, or perhaps he truly realized that having a difference in strength was indeed very dangerous in this world.

He had never wanted to live so badly.

The first chance God gave him, he was just a useless office worker. The second chance, he chose to live on.

The elixir given to him by Dan Qing gave him the chance to breathe this air again. He didn't want to be chosen again, to be given life or death.

I don't ask myself to become some great person in this world, I just want to be able to live peacefully in troubled times.

He is very weak, like an ant in front of others.

But even ants are trying to survive and there is nothing shameful about it in working hard for their own survival.

Mingjia looked at Mu Feng and suddenly felt a powerful vitality in him, which was a desire for survival and a resistance to fate.

"You want to live..." Mingjia's eyes were dull, "But what does it have to do with me? There are so many people in the cultivation world, I can't be the master of everyone who wants to live."

These words might be too cold and heartless, but even Jun Moyao didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Just as Mingjia said, if every cultivator was so kind as to meddle in other people's affairs, I'm afraid those who could ascend would be burdened by the mundane world.

The monks have been living with the ruthless years, and their hearts have long been hardened.

Learn from a master and each has his own destiny.

Hearing this, Mu Feng's brows drooped.

He actually understood that he was rejected, but he still couldn't help feeling a little sad.

It's rare that he has the determination to take the initiative to seize control of his own destiny, but in this world, hard work doesn't always pay off.

Seeing that Mu Feng stopped talking, Jun Moyao became anxious, even a little disappointed: "If you want to become my disciple, you have to show your sincerity! Even the various sects need to go through tests and walk the heart-searching stage to accept outer disciples, not to mention that you are just becoming my disciple directly!"

There was a flash of surprise in Mingjia's eyes. She didn't think that her good disciple was a kind-hearted person.

After Jun Moyao's reminder, Mu Feng really thought about it carefully.

Kneeling on the ground? Crying, making a scene, and then hanging himself? Telling his tragic life story in a sensational way? Money management ability? Oh, he has no money.

I thought about all the ways to ask for help, but nothing seemed suitable.

Mu Feng's conflicted look made Jun Moyao speechless.

No matter whether it’s a good trick or a bad trick, just use it first!

Unexpectedly, when Mu Feng thought he had no chance, Ming Jia spoke.

"If you answer a question for me, I may consider taking you in as my apprentice."

Ask him a question?

Mu Feng found it hard to believe. After all, in his eyes, Ming Jia was so powerful, how could he answer any questions?

But everyone has given him the chance, but he doesn't seize it!

Mu Feng signaled Mingjia to ask as much as she wanted.

"What does Enpisay mean?"

Mingjia said a word that Jun Moyao had never heard of before.

Empisai?

Mu Feng felt that it sounded familiar.

Empisai...Empisai...

Suddenly, Mu Feng was startled and looked at Ming Jia with a weird look.

"A fellow flower grower?"

Seeing that Mingjia didn't respond, Mu Feng said a few more words.

"Palace Yuye Liquor?"

Mingjia: "What kind of wine?"

"Odd changes to even?"

Mingjia: "Chicken and lotus root?"

"the vast horizon is my love?"

This time Mingjia no longer answered his incomprehensible questions, but stared at him expressionlessly.

Mu Feng was finally sure that Mingjia was definitely not his fellow villager who traveled through time. But where did she hear the name "NPC"?

Could it be that there are other travelers from Earth like him in this world?

"Did Enpisai mean everything you said just now?" Mingjia asked.

Mu Feng quickly shook his head and asked cautiously, "Is it pronounced as 'NPC'?"

Mingjia's eyes flashed.

She knew that this Mu Feng had something in common with the male cultivator from Qinglan Secret Realm.

"NPC stands for non-player character. For example, when we enter a secret realm, the natives in the secret realm are equivalent to NPCs, and we who enter the secret realm are players." Mu Feng explained to Ming Jia as much as possible, "But can I ask, where did you hear this term from?"

Mingjia did not answer Mu Feng's question, but pondered for a moment.

If you simply listen to Mu Feng's explanation, it doesn't seem like there's any big problem.

Did the male cultivator mistake her for a native of Qinglan Secret Realm?

"Where is your hometown?"

Mu Feng was also stunned.

He also wondered where Earth was and how he could get back.

Mu Feng is not stupid. If he reveals his origins, it will probably bring greater disaster to himself.

I became your disciple because I wanted to live; I cannot answer this question because I want you to live.

After all, he couldn't completely trust Mingjia.

"That seems to be the second question." Mu Feng laughed awkwardly and refused to answer the question neither softly nor hard.

Jun Moyao actually thought highly of Mu Feng, perhaps because she didn't expect him to be so calm and self-sustaining. When seeking a teacher, there was still room for maneuver.

However, it would probably be more difficult to get Mingjia to agree to this.

Jun Moyao looked at Mingjia, unable to guess what she was thinking.

Suddenly, a token that Jun Moyao was familiar with appeared in front of Mu Feng.

"Master?" Jun Moyao called out in surprise.

Mingjia looked at Mufeng, "The path of cultivation is more dangerous and difficult than you imagined. If you only want to protect yourself, I can send you to a relatively safe sect..."

No matter what, Mu Feng protected her sincerely when they were in the City Lord's Mansion. She remembered this cause and effect.

"...But once you enter my Supreme Sect, you must work hard to cultivate. Risks and opportunities coexist. I believe you also understand that the glory of a large sect has always been gained by everyone upholding justice and eliminating evil. No one can sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor..."

These words were warned by the headmaster when Jun Moyao ascended to the Supreme Sect, and were also used to dissuade those with evil intentions from leaving.

"…If you can accept and abide by the rules of the Supreme Sect, you will take this token."

Mu Feng looked at the disciple token with ancient patterns and grabbed it without thinking.

But the token seemed to be playing a trick on him and dodged.

"Mu Feng, if you do anything that harms the sect or the cultivation world, as your master, I will kill you immediately."

After saying this, the fierce murderous intent and heavy pressure from the sword cultivator poured down on Mu Feng.