The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

If this matter becomes a big deal.

He might as well just die.

When Jin Xiaoxiao saw Sheng Qingye's expression, she almost laughed to the point of hurting herself.

After Sheng Qingye said that if he didn't leave, he would beat him up when he recovered.

Only then did Jin Xiaoxiao stand up leisurely and walk out.

Before Jin Xiaoxiao closed the door, she reminded Sheng Qingye through the crack of the door.

"There will be morning training tomorrow morning, so get up early."

A cold gaze flew towards him, seemingly hitting him right in the middle of his eyebrows.

Jin Xiaoxiao quickly closed the door.

In the Biling Villa at night, the moon was dimly visible in the clouds and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

The young man in red walked out from the shadows in the corner. He also came to pay his respects to his master and had just seen Jin Xiaoxiao taking Sheng Qingye out.

Just as he was about to walk in, he saw Tang Yixin looking at the gift list in his hand from afar.

The long golden embroidered gift list fell directly to the ground.

He looked down at the small wooden sculpture in his hand, which he had carved himself and took him an entire afternoon.

When he left for the Cultivation Clan, his family didn't bring him anything valuable, so he had nothing to give as a gift.

He slowly retreated, his wood carving was really insignificant.

Then he lowered his eyes, grasped the wooden sculpture in his palm, and turned back.

At this moment, Tang Yixien happened to look up and saw the disappearing red figure.

He raised his beautiful eyes.

He was just looking at Jin Xiaoxiao's gift list.

It was a long string, and the funny thing was that they were all sent directly to his father. This was a perfect reflection of the social etiquette when giving gifts.

He only got a gift list.

Lights...wait for the lights...wait for the lights.

The sound of the system going online.

"Congratulations, host, you successfully saved your first kiss. However, the data shows that you are already 24 years old in your original world, and you still have this..."

Tang Yixien just felt like he was broken lightly.

He quickly put the pieces together again and replied,

"I want you to take care of it!"

Then, he said seriously,

"Youyou, check the detailed background of this young man in red that I later recruited."

"arrow"

I had read about Tang Yixien in the original book, but I only remembered that he was from the demon clan.

Youyou text information is transmitted over.

The young man in red is from the demon clan, his name is Xuan Yuran, his courtesy name is Xuan Wu, and his original form is a phoenix.

The demon clan surrendered to the cultivator clan a hundred years ago, and the two clans lived in peace. This time, in order to show their sincerity, they sent their young master here.

"He and his family probably never thought that he would be elected. What on earth are you planning?" Youyou sighed.

Tang Yixien picked up the sword next to him and looked at it without saying a word.

He needs a loyal apprentice.

Xuan Yuran looks very well-behaved. It is estimated that among these three disciples, he is the only one with a pure mind.

Don't always think about committing crimes against your superiors.

Moreover, he is paving the way for the future.

He remembered the disappearing red figure in front of the study.

Youyou's words reminded him that he was suddenly chosen to be a disciple and he would be completely unprepared.

And according to his observation today, Xuan Yuran didn't bring anything with him.

Tang Yixien decided to provide some warmth and bring him closer to this little phoenix disciple of the demon clan.

Xuan Yuran's house is in a relatively remote corner of the villa.

He was the last one to choose the house. He was a demon, which was also considered an alien race. In the world of cultivation, he was naturally humble everywhere.

The room was dark and there was no candle.

He was sitting by the window at this moment, stroking the wood carving that had not been given away.

In the moonlight, the wooden phoenix looked chubby, and its dull eyes made it look ugly no matter how you looked at it.

Xuan Yuran smiled bitterly.

Master probably wouldn't care about this. What on earth was he thinking? He spent the whole afternoon carving.

He was just about to get up and rest when he heard a knock on the door.

"Xuanwu, are you asleep? It's me, Master."

Xuanwu, he rarely heard anyone call this name since his mother passed away.

Xuan Yuran felt an inexplicable movement in his heart.

He stood up and opened the door. Under the moonlight, Tang Yi was standing at the door with a light and elegant smile on his face. He said slowly,

"Master thought you didn't bring much, so I sent some here."

Then he ordered his servants to put the things into the house.

The room was too dark and the servant tripped over a chair and then stumbled out.

Only the master and the disciple were left in the room.

Tang Yixin saw the unlit candle on the table in the moonlight. He then looked at the bed, which was just a bare hard bed without even a quilt.

Feeling a little sad, I asked with a smile,

"Are you going to sleep? No candles? I'm sorry to bother you."

"Don't disturb me, not yet." Xuan Yuran said with a tight heart.

"Then let me help you clean it up."

When Tang Yixien was a teacher, he would occasionally check on the dormitories. If he encountered students in trouble, he would help and take care of them.

He lit the candle on the table without hesitation.

Then he turned around and skillfully spread the bedding on the bed.

Xuan Yuran looked at his master's back, still slightly stunned.

Since he became an adult, Xuan Yuran has never been cared for like this.

"Okay, this is how you sleep comfortably."

Tang Yixin quickly made the bedding, but no matter how you looked at it, it looked like the tofu blocks in a university dormitory.

"Master, please take a seat."

Xuan Yuran immediately came to his senses, walked to the table and poured a cup of tea.

The candlelight was dim but bright. The room was so quiet that you could hear the birds singing outside.

The two of them sat down facing each other.

Tang Yixin picked up the tea and took a sip, only to find it was full of tea foam.

After putting down the teacup, Tang Yixien noticed that something was wrong with Xuan Yuran. Xuan Yuran hid backwards, and his handsome little face turned a little pale.

Looking closely, it turned out to be the candlelight, and he was hiding from the candlelight.

"You...are afraid of fire?"

As he spoke, Tang Yixin took the candle to his side and away from Xuan Yuran.

Xuan Yuran seemed to have hit the nail on the head. He hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

Tang Yixien was a little surprised.

As a phoenix itself, a fire-type demon pill is actually afraid of fire?

No wonder he was ostracized by his family and sent here.

Xuan Yuran smiled slightly, with a hint of bitterness that was not in line with his age.

"Master, it's not too late for you to expel me from the sect now. I won't blame you."

He was used to it, and there was no future for him in this situation.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Since I've accepted you, you're my disciple. Practicing fire-type demon pills doesn't necessarily require the use of open flames. Besides, you're practicing talismans, so I have a way, don't worry."

Then, Tang Yixien blew gently at the candle next to him, and the flame went out instantly.

A wisp of white smoke floated straight in the air.

Under the moonlight, Tang Yixien's pure and bright smile gradually became clearer, just like the bright moon.

It seems to be able to melt everything.

Xuan Yuran's heart trembled slightly.

He was a little at a loss for a moment, and even doubted whether what the person in front of him said was true.

What exactly is he planning to do to him?

He has been ridiculed, insulted and ostracized because of this matter.

As a demon race, being afraid of fire is probably the most ironic thing.

After a long while, he said in a deep tone,

"Thank you, Master."

The words were terribly heavy, and seemed sincere enough to emerge from the deepest part of his heart.

"You're welcome. This is what a teacher should do."

The two of them lowered their eyes and remained silent.

Just when Tang Yixien felt that the care and love was almost over and was about to get up and go back.

Hearing Xuan Yuran ask tentatively,

"Master, why did you choose me to be your disciple?"