Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

"Okay, then I must have it."

Chen Zhou’s main character is a rebel. If he wasn’t a rebel, he wouldn’t have challenged the cultivation model of the entire female-dominated society, and his cultivation wouldn’t have increased so quickly.

Yao Qi's scolding gradually faded away. Chen Zhou stood up, read out a long list of names, and said, "Is there anyone who is unwilling?"

Of course, the selection of a mentor must be voluntary on both sides.

There was no movement below, very good, no troublemakers, Chen Zhou immediately narrowed his eyes in satisfaction: "Okay. Then I will take you to my Xiaoyao Peak later. That one, the one without a name at the end, come over here."

The female cultivator walked to the front in silence. Chen Zhou held her shoulder and turned to everyone. She turned her face away slightly, and the half of her face covered by her hair showed faint magic patterns.

Chen Zhou glanced at her and said, "This... uh, nameless monk is your future senior sister. You must be obedient."

She looks reliable and good at fighting. From now on, she will beat anyone who disobeys her to death.

Chen Zhou has always believed that good deeds are made under the stick.

After all, that’s what his mentor told him – great talents emerge under great pressure.

If it wasn't for sudden death, it would indeed be considered as such.

Disciples: “.............”

There is always an ominous feeling.

What's wrong?

*

Chen Zhou brought back five people in one trip, which was a great harvest. He was not idle on the way back and sorted them out.

Now that we have the boss, the rest are arranged by age: Cen Jianshen, Jiang Yao, Pei Yu, and Ying Siqian. Five people, three of them are related, one is a freak, and one is a slacker. You can imagine how explosive these people will be when they get together.

The deserted and lonely Xiaoyao Peak finally welcomed its own bustle.

In the side hall, the immortal in white sat upright on a rosewood chair, holding a tea bowl in his hand. He said to the disciples who were still a little reserved: "The next seven days will be your trial... ahem, adaptation period. There won't be many tasks."

The five people all listened to the speech attentively. Even Pei Yu, the most lame duck, acted like a well-behaved and sensible person.

It's not easy to pretend to be good. Facing an enemy that is too powerful, none of the five people wants to be the first to act.

He paused, put the tea bowl aside, and leaned back on the chair behind him. "Wenyuan Pavilion has been established for less than a year, and the collection of books on the first to fifteenth floors has reached nearly 200,000 volumes."

"Your task is to each read ten volumes of the introductory collection and submit a proposal report in seven days. Each group will make a team presentation on your cultivation research direction."

"I have already written down the specific precautions," Chen Zhou threw two thin manuals to them, "Five people divided into two groups, friendly reminder, free team formation. There will be no reward for those who finish first, and there will be punishment for those who finish later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yu stood directly next to Cen Jianshen. Ying Siqian hesitated for a moment and also moved next to them.

There was a large empty space next to Jiang Yao. She looked at the freak who was also isolated with an expressionless face.

"Hey, Mr. Industry, would you like to form a team?"

The cultivator standing in front glanced over. Her pupils were dark and cold. She stared at Jiang Yao for a long time before looking away: "...My Taoist name is Lingyun. Call me if you have anything to say."

"Aren't you nameless and without a surname?" Jiang Yao took a feint towards her.

Ling Yun replied: "It appeared now."

Jiang Yao: “…”

Too pretentious.

Forget it.

Jiang Yao turned his head expressionlessly, too lazy to talk to her anymore.

Anyway, the remaining three people have already formed a group, so they have no choice.

Chen Zhou was very satisfied to see that they had divided into groups so quickly. "If you have any questions, ask Ling Yun. I will explain everything to her later."

Isolation, right? Let’s see if we can continue to be isolated.

Cen Jianshen, Ying Siqian, Pei Yu: "..."

Why do I still have to deal with her?

"Any questions?"

Now it was their turn to speak. Cen Jian took a deep breath and spoke first: "Master, will you be expelled from the sect if you fail to complete it?"

Chen Zhou gave her a soothing look: "How could that be? I said I would never abandon you or give up on you. It's just that I will start my journey later."

Wait for your graduation to be postponed.

They received their own tokens, looked at each other, and felt a chill down their spines.

Their eyes moved to their master's face. This face was obviously soft and lovely, making people want to hold it in their arms and pinch it a few times, but now it was not cute at all.

How could someone with this face look so scary?

Besides, aren't they here to be bad? Why do I feel like my dream is about to be shattered?

Chen Zhou didn't care what they thought. He was in a hurry to get the ingredients for dinner - Yao Qi had sent him messages to urge him several times.

So he waved his hand: "Okay, everyone else go, Ling Yun come here."

Ling Yun followed him to his cave, which looked like a palace made of ice and snow. Her master took his glasses, lifted his robe, stepped on a stool barefoot, and stood in front of a three-meter-high bookshelf looking for something.

After groping for a long time, he pulled out a stack of papers.

There was only an ice bed in the cave and no place to sit, so Ling Yun stood there silently waiting for him.

Chen Zhou came down with the charts he had drawn before, as well as some completely clean papers, and sat down on the ice bed.

He had long black hair, and without his glasses his eyes were warm and watery, making him look very harmless.

In addition, he was so relaxed when he returned to the cave that even his clothes were loose, revealing his white arms and calves. He did not have any of the defensiveness that a normal man should have.

If I were to recruit disciples in this state, my disciples might rebel.

Ling Yun was a normal woman after all. She reacted quickly and looked away.

Chen Zhou was concentrating on finding examples for her, and it felt too quiet, so he looked up at her.

"Sit...?"

Ling Yun paused slightly as she stretched out her hand. Her gaze moved from Chen Zhou's messy clothes to the paper he handed over, with a subtle expression on her face.

She replied, "Okay."

She sat at the other end of the ice bed, looking down at the contents on the paper, but her eyes were not really focused.

"It's too far away," Chen Zhou felt very uncomfortable. He moved over and tapped the paper with his fingertips: "Can you draw a picture?"

Ling Yun's body stiffened: "...Yes."

I travel often and drawing is a basic operation.

"Okay," Chen Zhou nodded. He stood up, dragging his loose robe, and went to the table to get a pen. "I'm going to teach you how to draw some pictures now."

Essential basic knowledge for the thesis.

Chen Zhou's body moved slightly closer, and his black hair fell on Ling Yun's arm like a soft satin.

Ling Yun calmly changed the position of his arm, and Chen Zhou was unaware of it. He looked calm, with drooping eyelashes, as he drew on the paper. His long, beautiful fingers turned white due to the force, revealing an extremely contradictory sense of fragility.

He backed away.

After finishing the painting, Ling Yun's breathing returned to normal.

She didn't need Chen Zhou to explain anything else. She just picked up the pen and reproduced everything neatly.

Then he stood up and asked, "Master, is there anything else you need to tell me?"

Shen Zhou: “…”

No, why are you stealing his lines?

It looks like something urgent. What's the matter?