Protagonist, please die quickly

Ji Yan sat on a huge black iron fan that was unfolded. His waist-length hair was tied loosely behind his head with a hairpin. The long hair hanging from his forehead covered half of his cheeks, only showing the other side. Half of them showed a casual expression, half-closed eyes.

He was wearing the uniform light blue robes of all the disciples of the Qingxu Sect, with a Qiankun bag and a green jade gourd hanging from his waist.

Ji Yan breathed out in mid-air, then picked up the jade gourd from his waist, hooked up the piston of the gourd mouth with his fingers, raised his head and poured a mouthful of clear liquid from the gourd into his own mouth, lazily There was a look of satisfaction in his eyes, "good wine!" After finishing speaking, he raised his head and took another sip of the wine, squinting his eyes as if aftertaste, then put away the jade gourd in satisfaction, and held it with half his hand. With her cheeks propped up, she flew over the main peak of the Qingxu sect.

The iron fan flew for a while, and there was a sudden flash of light above it, and it fell straight into a courtyard in the middle of the main peak.

When the fantail was about to hit the ground, it quickly hooked upwards, and after spinning half a circle, it stopped in the air half a meter above the ground and did not move.

Ji Yan walked down from the iron fan in a calm manner, and then lightly hooked his long and white fingers, and the iron fan quickly shrank and flew into his hand.

Ji Yan casually stuffed the fan into her arms, then pushed open the door in front of her and walked in.

There is a large space behind the door. Five chairs are placed symmetrically on both sides of the room. There is a high tea table between every two chairs. At the end of the room facing the door is a coffee table. Zhang carved pear wood Taishi chair.

A gray-haired figure stood in front of the grand master's chair with his back to Ji Yan, and he didn't know what he was looking at with his hands behind his back.

Ji Yan walked slowly to a place three steps away from that figure, and bowed to him, "Master."

The gray-haired figure seemed to realize that someone was coming, turned around and nodded towards Ji Yan, "You're here."

After he responded, Ji Yan immediately withdrew his hand, found a chair at random and sat down, "Master, why are you so eager to summon your apprentice? I finally got it from Uncle Yunqi." The fine sake is about to be drunk in the cave."

The skinny old man facing Ji Yan twitched his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't show any dissatisfaction with Ji Yan's disrespectful behavior. His lips hidden under his gray beard moved, "Murong's family in the south is out." A direct descendant of the fire attribute with a single spiritual root, I hope that he can be admitted to practice under the sect of our Qingxu sect. A few days ago, I just received the Linghe letter from Patriarch Murong, so I am going to ask you to take him over."

The Murong family has been friends with the Qingxu Sect for generations, and they are a cultivating clan. As long as each generation of Murong's disciples are qualified, they will be sent to the Qingxu Sect to concentrate on cultivation in order to cultivate the Dao.

"Single Lingen?" The casual expression on Ji Yan's face suddenly changed, and his half-closed eyes opened in surprise. The almond-shaped pupils that finally revealed their full face set off brightly.

Disciples with a single spiritual root have always been the object of competition among various sects. Let alone a single spiritual root, even a double spiritual root with similar attributes is a rare cultivation wizard.

"That's right, this son's name is Murong Zheng. He just turned 11 years old this year. He is the grandson of Patriarch Murong." The skinny old man stroked his beard on his chest and said with a smile.

"Tu'er will definitely bring him back properly." Ji Yan stood up, no longer looking awkward, but said cautiously.He understands how important a single spiritual root disciple is to a sect, and in the past hundred years, not even ten single spiritual root seedlings have been found in the entire Cangnan Continent.And three of them are under the sect of Diancang Sect, the largest sect in Cangnan, and their Qingxu Sect is only a second-rate cultivation sect, but if they have a disciple with a single spiritual root, their sect may leap forward Become the number one sect in the second rate.

This disciple is of great significance to their sect. No matter how careless Ji Yan is, he will not treat the interests of his sect as a joke.

Seemingly very satisfied with Ji Yan's attitude, the skinny old man stroked his beard again, smiled and nodded, "That's it, I'll leave everything to you."

"Yes."

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On the other side, Ling Han withdrew the consciousness that had been put in his mind, and stood there showing a distressed expression.Seeing Ling Han standing still, Yan Lenghuang also put on a small face, standing beside Ling Han expressionlessly.

Anyway, if you want to pretend to be a beggar, then just start pretending from now on!Although it's not good to lie to people, they really don't have any money on them now, and there's no way anyone would hire two such young children to work, right?You can't just do nothing and starve to death on the road, right?

Ling Han struggled in his heart for a moment, then he felt that he had to go all out, anyway, no one in this world knew him.After making up his mind, he pulled Yan Lenghuang to a corner where no one was around, then put both hands on Yan Lenghuang's shoulders, looked down into Yan Lenghuang's eyes from top to bottom, "Do you want to eat hot buns?"

Yan Lenghuang looked at him suspiciously, paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Do you want to eat delicious sesame seed cakes?"

Yan Lenghuang nodded again.

"Do you want to wear clean clothes?"

Yan Lenghuang continued to nod.

"Do you want to sleep on a soft bed?"

Yan Lenghuang nodded quickly.

"Very well, let's go then!"

Set off?Yan Lenghuang's small face changed suddenly. Hearing Ling Han say so many things that were impossible for them, did he want to pawn off the ancestral jade pendant around his neck?

Yan Lenghuang shook off Ling Han's hand with a cold face, holding the jade pendant hidden under his clothes with his small hand, and stepped back vigilantly, his amber eyes looked at Ling Han like a wolf. Han, it seems that whenever Ling Han makes any move, he will pounce on him and bite him.

"What's the matter with you?" Ling Han couldn't react to Yan Lenghuang's sudden change, he was like a little wolf who raised his guard again, and showed his immature paws towards him.

"Although you may not be able to accept being a beggar, but we don't have any money now, and this is the only way to make money. After earning money, we can go to Yuecheng, which is much richer than Yingcheng .Maybe the two of us can be taken in by some rich man and make money to support ourselves.”

"Don't you want to pawn off my jade pendant?" Yan Lenghuang's amber eyes still looked at Ling Han nervously, his fingers tightly grasping the jade pendant under his clothes, and the delicate palms were too tight because of the grip , two red marks were drawn out by the hard jade pendant.

"That should be the only thing your parents left you, and I will never let you pawn it." And this jade pendant is also a treasure of the protagonist, as long as Yan Lenghuang accidentally cuts his hand and drips blood on it , it can be found that this jade pendant is a ring space, and after a drop of blood recognizes the owner, no one can snatch it away from the protagonist.

I have to say that Yan Lenghuang is really the protagonist's halo cover, and anything around him may be a secret treasure or something, and the golden finger's opening is simply against the sky.Even if he wanted to make money, he couldn't sell the protagonist's gold finger. If anything was missing, he might be judged as tampering with the plot. He couldn't take such a risk.